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lolita-lollipop · 3 years

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yandere other mother x reader- Coraline au

warnings- yandere behavior, platonic yandere, manipulation, slight infantilism, mentions of neglect, false reality,

this one really isn't bad, but just to warn you, if any of these things trigger you, please don't read!

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“Y/n this is insane! Can’t you see that she’s crazy?!” Coraline yelled at you from inside the dusty room while the three ghosts watched, their mouths had been sewn shut long ago, so they weren’t able to intervene. You stood there, feeling like you wanted to cry, this “other mother” was amazing, your real parents never showed much affection, going far enough that it could be Called neglect, so when your other mother held you in her lap, and braided your hair, and gave you warm hugs, and kisses on the cheeks, you felt happy. Your other father was just as amazing, but still, their treatment of you felt similar to one of a baby’s, always treating you like a young child who can’t think for themselves. Coraline noticed this far earlier, while you remained happy and oblivious, the buttons for eyes were the last straw for her.

“I know okay! I just, she’s so nice, I don’t even know what to think anymore, you know what it feels like to actually have parents… I don't, my entire life I’ve been shoved in a little blue house down the stairs and told ‘don't disappoint us’ by my parents! I just want to feel loved… it’s just, it’s just not fair” you spoke, lip quivering, you couldn’t even remember the last time you allowed yourself to cry, you weren’t supposed to love the “other parents” but you did, they were the parents you never had, and you just had to live them. At this point silent tears were trailing down your cheeks, Coraline remained fuming at you, not even sparing a moment to acknowledge the two small black buttons that seemed to appear out of nowhere, peeking through the wall.

“That doesn’t matter, do you really want tiny little needles poking in and out of your eyeballs? Do you really want to leave your real parents behind? Do you want me to leave you behind?” She seethed, you shook your head, letting out a few small whimpers and sobs under your breath, you hated that she was right, you hated it so much, you couldn’t just leave everything in the real world for this parallel universe void of life, you should want to back there right? where no one cared about you, where no one loved you, where you were nothing.

“Coraline? Is that any way to speak to your friend?” A soft voice rang from behind your form, the few lost souls floating in the room ten up, showering to the far corners where the other mother couldn’t see them, then you felt warm hands engulf your waist, pulling you closer to the women’s chest, you subconsciously leave into her warmth, she glared down at Coraline, stoking your head lovingly. In reality, she hadn’t wanted for you to get pushed down here, but Coraline was getting in the way, and you just got caught in the crossfire, she did make sure that your landing was softer though, while Coraline's was harsh.

“You don’t get to tell us what to do, you aren’t her mother.” Coraline breathed out, slimming her eyes into a harsh stare at the woman in whose chest you were sobbing into. One moment, you were in the cold cellar-like room, the next, you were back in the baby pink room that was yours in this place, your true room was a boring white, with a ritzy mattress in the middle, and a small cabinet that served as a closet. Although you didn’t particularly like the color pink, it was nice to know that someone cared enough to bring true colors into your life. The other mother continued her embrace, picking up and cradling your head against her shoulder, you felt a wave of drowsiness overtake your senses, it hit you like a pound of bricks, and you squeezed the back of the women’s shirt to see if you were dreaming or not, her hold just felt so… comforting.

“Was she mean to you darling? Don’t you worry your little head about it, shhhhhh, just fall asleep, mother will take care of everything.” She spoke, bouncing slightly up and down with each step she took towards the large bed that was displayed in the center of the room. You barely muttered a small “wait” before falling asleep in her arms. She tenderly placed your body under the silky sheets, wrapping you up with the soft fabric and placing a small pig plushy next to you, keeping an eye on her precious’s little daughter while she tended to some “housework”.

The second you went unconscious you slipped into a weird dream, you were walking on a thin sheet of water, in a pitch dark room, it was so cold like someone had dunked you in a bucket of ice, you stared out into the nothingness, gradually growing more anxious, where are you?

“HELLO! IS ANYBODY OUT THERE!” You screamed, only to be greeted by the echo of your own words, nothing more, nothing less. You started to swivel around in a moment of panic, having just about no idea what could happen to you in this dark abyss. That was until you dek the floor below you disappear, and you popped into existence into a completely different place, it was a medium sized room, the layout was similar to a grocery store, multiple shelves made the room feel smaller, what was odd about it, was that all the shelves were packed with hundreds of snowglobes. You admired the pretty glass structures as you slowly walked down the aisles, each had a completely different design, with little figures inside, you found it adorable, ogling at the pretty things. That was until you heard quiet clicking of heels, and your other mother came into view.

“There you go, now don’t be rude to me! You are a very lucky girl that I’m even letting you live, you should know much better than to taint my daughter's mind with your filthy voice, oh you make such a great addition to my collection! Enjoy your stay, forever” she chimed, you were positive that she couldn’t see you, mainly because you were standing frozen directly in front of her, and she hadn’t acknowledged you. At least you weren’t freezing anymore! You tiptoed closer to the snowglobe that was just placed among the collections, wondering why your mother was so enthusiastic about it. And saw nothing special about it, other than the bright yellow raincoat that adorned the figurine.

you remained completely unaware. of the thousands of button eyes that watched you from the globes, begging to be shattered, and set free.

“Pretty” you muttered to yourself before the world faded again, and you were back into your body, snuggled up under the covers, clutching the pig plushy close to your chest, you felt awake, but also very asleep, forgetting your entire dream the moment your eyes opened, slightly surprised to see that you were still in the pink room, in the other house. You could hear the feint sound of your bedroom door opening, the creak rang through the room. And the other mother smiled softly at your lovable position, cooing under her breath, trying not to be too loud and wake you up.

“Darling, we have to get up now, oh I know I know your still tired, but it’s dinner time, you can’t stay in bed all night, little sleepyhead, my little sleepyhead.” She spoke, rubbing your shoulder while you groaned at the sudden speaking and noise. You didn't know how long that dream lasted, but you did know that it was odd, so odd that in fact, it made up your mind for you about the whole button eyes thing.

“Uhm- Mother? I-I’m sorry, but I- I don’t want to put buttons in my eyes.” You muttered, awaiting a harsh reaction, but instead, getting another one of her sweet smiles, she picked you up again and sat you in her lap, your small frame getting engulfed by hers.

“Oh is that what you were worrying so hard about? Don’t worry honey, you never were going to have to sow buttons in your eyes, it was just to see if I could trust you, and I know that I can trust you now.” She stated, calmly, a little too calmly. So… she lied? You got in a fight with your best friend because she wanted to “see if she could trust you”?

“Oh- okay, where coralline though? Can I talk to her? Please, mother?” You started begging after seeing her stoic expression, why did you want to see her? Was she not good enough for you? Coralline was mean to you, she hurt her little girl! Why did you want to see her? We’re you going to leave your mother for a snobby brat? She tightened her hold on you, pressing you closer to her, whispering little “shh” or “stay with me” in your ear, for some reason, you couldn't place what Coraline's face looked like, even though you had seen her just earlier, any memories of her were slowly dimming, fuzzy spots started appearing in any of those memories, and like turning of a staticky tv, they disappeared. You couldn’t even remember the name “coralline” after a few minutes of being cradled in this women’s lap.

“Cmon darling, let’s go eat dinner now, your father made it this time, I’m surprised he hasn't burn down the kitchen!” She spoke, getting a few sleepy giggles out of you. After helping you down the stairs she led you to the dining room, where you went on and sat at the large table next to your two parents. And so, you forgot about your “real” world, staying young forever here, even growing younger and smaller as time went on, forgetting about coralline, and your parents, and the small door, you lived your life happy, dressed in frilly pink clothing, learning to lobe your mother as she grew more obsessed with you, she got what she wanted in the end

You stayed mother’s little girl forever

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have a great day today :)

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hoodieofholland · 3 years

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Can u write a tickling war with best-friend!tom. Maybe Haz records them and post on insta so fans start to ship them ? ❤️

A/n: added some context first, got this idea and couldn't help but write it, hope you dont mind :)

Friends to lovers au - Actor!tom x best friend!reader

Warnings: none, just fluffy stuff

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"Have anything planned for the evening, love?"

You hear Tom calling for you, but decide to keep reading the book on your hands nonetheless, not daring to avert your gaze to his face. Keeping a stoic face, you read through the lines of your book, though you're not really paying any attention to it. You just wanted to teach your best friend a lesson.

"Y/n? You here?" He chuckles nervously, trying to ease the thick air of tension he brought to himself. You were mad at Tom since last night, when he admitted he watched a movie with a girl, his date - a movie that both of you were excited to watch.

You shouldn't be so mad at it, you thought to yourself, but you were. Tom was your best friend, and you wanted all the best things for him, but that didn't mean putting any other girl above you. Knowing that he spent a precious time - which is pretty scarse for him because of his job - with another woman, watching your favorite movie together, drove you mad.

And, obviously, it did have something to do with your little crush on him, but you'd never - ever - admit this part.

"Y/n, darling, won't you talk to me?", he sighed, taking a seat on the couch besides you. You're taking most of its space, but he doesn't mind, touching your ankle ever so softly.

"I'm not your darling, for what I recall", you say in a cold and empty voice, flipping a page on your book.

Tom sighs heavily. He knows it's not true, but he feels hurt anyways. "Well, at least you're not giving me the silence treatment", he mumbles to himself, under his breathe. You look at him through your lashes, face still down.

"I would, if I wanted to", you flip through another page, "But came to the conclusion that it's not worth my time nor energy".

Tom grimaces, knowing you were joking, but not liking your tone. "Y/n, love, I've told you I'm sorry, okay? It won't happen again".

His pleading voice touches your insides, and you squirm on your seat. Once you make the mistake of looking to his face, into those beautiful puppy brown eyes, you sigh in defeat, closing your book and putting it aside.

"It better not, Holland", you cross your arms. Tom wrinkles his nose.

"Don't call me that"

"Well, since you're in redemption, I think I might call you whatever the shit I want", you say, shrugging.

Tom opens his mouth in chock, but doesn't argument. "So, we're fine again?"

You pout, a fake deep in thoughts expression, before saying, "We'll see about that. For now, I rather be on my own company and maybe watch some of my favorite movies alone. Or maybe I should invite Haz"

Tom narrows his eyes. "Your favorite movies are my favorite movies", he says as a matter of fact.

"Yes, that's correct", you give him a victory smile and then get up from the sofa. "So, I'll be back in-"

Before you can finish your sentence or moves, a yelp scapes your throat by the surprise when Tom grabs your hips and pull you back to the sofa, your back landing on it not so softly.

"What the fu-"

"You're not gonna do it, y/n", Tom says, taking hold of your wrists and pinning both of your hands above your head. And though he was so talented on what he did for a living, you couldn't say he was playing the greatest role now, pretending to be stern and mad while hovering his body over yours. In fact, you could see his playful smirk on the corner of his thin lips. "'Cause now you're held against your will. And if you wanna watch those movies so bad, you're gonna take my company, you liking it or not".

"Unfair. You take another girl to watch what I wanted to, but I can't invite Haz, my incredibly friendly best friend?", you tease, wiggling your brows, but Tom's smile drops.

"He's not your best friend", Tom states, the grip on your wrists getting a little tighter.

"From now on, I decided that this is him".

Tom's face assumes an expression of doubt, just to fade to a smug one once again. "You're just jealous".

You arch your brows, incredulous. His breathing is so close to your face right now that you can sense your closeness, and if you're not imagining this yourself, it was very possible that the both of you touched each other's lips right now.

"Jealous of what?", you swallow thickly, eyes averting to his lips on them on. You can see his smirk growing immediately.

"Well, darling...", he emphasized, his accent thick enough to send shivers down your spine. "You're jealous of my date".

"Only on your imagination, Thomas", you split too quickly, which didn't make it any easier to swipe off that smugness on his face. If anything, it just made the whole situation worse.

"It's clear as water to me", he leans in, a wide smile plastered on his face, making his eyes wrinkle. The air seems to be stuck on your throat as he does so, and your heart scapes a beat when he gives you a sweet kiss on your cheek. "But you don't have to, sweetheart. You're the only girl I wanna around".

You know you shouldn't take this to the heart, but it's not up to you the tight feeling on your chest when you hear these words. You try yo convince yourself that he only says it as a friend, but something in his eyes, in the way he speaks those words with so much meaning slipping out of his lips, makes you imagine that wanted to share something else with you.

You sigh, feeling your walls break down. Tom was a charmer, you knew it already, but the way he spook with you, the sweetness of his words were beyond this part of his personality.

"You sound convincing", you try to say playfully, but you don't smile and stare directly into his eyes. He does the same.

"Because it's true", Tom tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, avoiding your eyes as he loses himself in his thoughts. "Yesterday, I realized that I was looking for something that I already have. Isn't it dumb?", he looks at you with a kind yet insecure smile. You give it back.

"Well, it doesn't surprise me". You heartbeat is so quick that you can bet he can listen to it, for the proximity. He's so pretty. You want to tell him that you feel like this, that you couldn't chase whatever you and Tom had, that this part of your life felt complete.

But the moment you part your lips to say so, Tom's smile widens and he releases your wrists just to take his hands to your belly. "You sure about that, love? Wanna take it back?", he says, a devilish smile playing on his face.

"Never"

"You asked for it, y/n", and then it all started. Tom started to tickle your belly, just on your weak point, where he knew you were more sensitive at. You quickly loose your air, gasping and laughing at the same time as he works his fingers on your skin.

"Oh, my God, Tom, stop!", you yell, rolling to the sides as you try to kick him away from you. Tom laughs' fill the air around you, and it's the most beautiful sound of your day.

"Make me, darling"

You fight with all your strength (and part of you believe he left his body loosen a bit, so you could have any chance to turn the game over). Finally, you're able to throw your body towards his and have him laying on the couch instead, your body over his as you tickle his neck, holding him im place by lacing his lower half with your legs.

"Not so funny, uh?" You tease, watching as his body squirms under you. You laugh along him, but it's not much time until he starts to tickle you back.

"What the hell you guys doing? Can hear you from across the-" Haz enters the living room, stopping in his tracks as soon as he catches the sight of his two friends in a tickling war. He chuckles silently, amused by the way you looked like a lovely couple already.

He knew about Tom's crush on you, and even though you'd never verbalize it, he had an idea about yours too. He sigh contentedly, a peaceful smile on his face, leaning against the door frame. The two of you don't even notice the moment he grabs his phone and point the camera at you, recording the scene.

Tom suddenly flip the two of you, propping himself on his elbows over you. "Say you're sorry", he demands out loud, still managing to tickle you.

"I- I have nothing- to be sorry abou-" you can't even speak an entire sentence, out of breath as you fight to win the battle. "You the one in redemption!"

Haz has to hold back his laughter. What two love birds.

He stops the filming when the two of you seem tired enough and are about to give up the tickling war. Making his way back discreetly, he opens his Instagram app and post the video as a Stories.

After the fight, reconciliation

Laughing to himself, he shakes his head and post.

Haz didn't know it by the time he posted the video, but by the end of that day, the internet would be overwhelmed with so many messages shipping you and Tom, who couldn't avoid the obvious fact that both of you were in love with each other anymore.

#tom holland #tom holland blurbs #tom holland imagines #tom holland fic #tom x reader #friend to lovers!tom #tom holland fluff #actor!tom #best friend!reader

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sanderssidesfanfiction · 3 years

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If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Thirty Three

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

December 12th, 1987

Remy’s mother shrieked as she came over and pulled Remy away from the boy he had been playing with not five minutes earlier. “Mom?!” Remy asked.

“You can’t do that, Remy!” his mother said, clearly outraged. “You can not kiss any boy, ever!”

“But I like him, Mom! And the TV shows say you kiss people you like!” Remy protested.

“Remington, if you kiss boys you’re going to go to Hell!” his mother hissed at him.

“What?!” Remy asked in clear alarm. “Why?!”

“Because being gay is a sin! And no son of mine is going to grow up and be gay!” his mother snapped at him.

May 26th, 2001

Remy didn’t feel at all bad leaving Emile’s bedroom...for all of twenty seconds. By the time he got down the stairs to the first floor, he realized that Emile might be getting yelled at in a matter of moments, and that thought didn’t sit well with him. But it was too late to go back up, as Emile’s mom had already come over to him and insisted he come with her and take a seat in the living room. “I’m not going to convince you whatever my son did wasn’t wrong,” she told Remy. “But I will tell you that he means well. That doesn’t excuse his behavior, but it’s why he did it.”

Swallowing, Remy nodded. “I don’t like...he said that my parents are bad. That they’re scum. I don’t like it. They...they kept a roof over my head, and gave me food and water and made sure I had friends. They just want to look out for me.”

Emile’s mom nodded. “I don’t know the full story, dear, and I doubt Emile does either. He’s letting snap judgements dictate his decisions.”

“M-maybe...maybe I should call them,” Remy said. “Maybe...if-if I could get an apology for what happened in April, then maybe Emile would...would feel better about the whole thing. My mom didn’t mean to come across the way she did, she was just stressed.”

Emile’s mom wasn’t betraying a single emotion or thought she might be having. “Do you want to use our phone?” she asked.

“It would be a long distance call...I don’t want to add to your phone bill,” Remy said, pulling out his cell phone. “I can call from my own phone.”

“Remy, you wouldn’t be adding to our phone bill. And besides, if Emile has a point, wouldn’t it be safer to call from our phone?” Emile’s mom pointed out.

“I mean...if you’re sure it wouldn’t add too much to your phone bill...” Remy mumbled, trailing off.

“I regularly call people out of state, sweetheart, one more call is nothing,” Emile’s mom said.

“I...okay,” Remy agreed.

Emile’s mom showed him to the phone and he picked it up, dialling the familiar number that had given him so much anxiety in the past, and, despite still giving him massive anxiety, may have been his only hope now. It rang, and rang, and rang, and then his mother picked up with a fake-sweet-sounding, “Hello?”

“Uh...hey, Mom...” Remy said, voice a second away from giving out.

“Remy?” his mother sounded genuinely surprised.

“Uh, yeah...hi. Um...I just wanted to talk about what happened in April...I’m sorry,” Remy scratched the back of his neck. He had overreacted a bit, probably, with the whole “bite me” thing, so an apology was in order.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it,” his mother said.

Heat traveled down Remy’s spine, whether from relief or shame he wasn’t sure. “Thanks...um. My...my friend and I kind of had a fight today, and I had a point to prove, so I wanted to make sure there were no hard feelings between us?”

Emile’s mom gave him a look, a cross between confusion and concern. Remy just focused on the other end of the line, waiting with bated breath during a pregnant pause. “Of course there’s no hard feelings, sweetie, but you know your father and I know what’s best for you, right? You can’t be a barista for the rest of your life.”

“Yeah...yeah, I know. I’m working towards getting a different job,” Remy lied. He didn’t know of any openings in the area, and he could still pay his half of the rent well enough.

“Your father and I were talking, sweetheart, and we both agreed that you might need a little more structure in your life than we were able to provide.” A pause. Remy’s heart felt like it stopped beating. “If you want to do what’s best for you, we think joining the military would help so much.”

“And...and if I did that...would we...would we be good? You’d be...proud of me?” Remy’s voice was impossibly small.

“Honey, we’d be proud to the bursting,” his mother told him. Remy wanted to sob. He so desperately wanted to believe that was true. “Where are you? I didn’t expect to hear you call, and if you had a fight with your friend...?”

“I’m...um...I’m travelling with him during Memorial Day weekend. We both had work off and I thought there was no harm in it, but clearly, he had some opinions I didn’t know about...”

“Do you want to come home, sweetie?” his mother asked.

Remy’s heart was pounding in his chest. Honestly, he didn’t exactly want to go back to them, but he couldn’t stand the thought of going back to his and Emile’s apartment and living in silence for however long they stayed together, at least until the end of the semester, possibly longer. “...Yeah, a little,” Remy mumbled.

“Where can I pick you up, darling? Where are you?” his mother asked.

“Uh...I don’t know where we are specifically. If I gave you a city we could meet up there?” Remy asked.

There was a pregnant pause again on the other line. “Remington, you’re not lying to me, are you?”

“No, Mom, no. I’m not lying to you,” Remy said. He could feel himself getting choked up. “I made...I made a mistake. I just...I want to go home. I wanna see Toby again. And Vanessa. And I want you and Dad to be proud of me.”

Emile’s mom was looking him over in worry. Remy tried to ignore her stare. “...How about we meet up at that little pancake place you liked on our way to the beach?” his mother offered.

Remy did some mental math. That was about an hour away. He cringed inwardly. Emile wouldn’t drive him, but maybe Emile’s mom would? He would give her gas money. “I could probably be there in about an hour with good traffic,” Remy said.

“Then I’ll see you there, sweetheart. I’m so glad you’re seeing sense. I love you so much,” his mother said.

Remy tried to not sob at that. “I love you too, Mom.”

When the line went dead, Remy put the phone back. “I have gas money, if you’re willing to drive me—”

“—Remy, if this is what you want, I’ll take you there for free. Where are you meeting up?” Emile’s mom asked.

“Uh, this little pancake place that my family would go to on the way to the beach. It’s about an hour away, and I really don’t mind paying gas money—”

“—You will not be paying me gas money, Remy,” Emile’s mom said sternly. “If you need this, you shouldn’t have to pay.”

Remy nodded. “Okay. Uh, my stuff is still in Emile’s room...”

“I’ll grab it,” Emile’s mom assured him. She smiled sadly. “I’m really sorry that you couldn’t stay with us longer.”

“Me too,” Remy breathed.

The next hour or so passed in a blur. Emile’s mom got his stuff, they got in her car, and Remy gave her directions to the pancake place. He was crying, just a little, but Emile’s mom didn’t mention it. He appreciated that.

They got to the pancake place in a little under an hour and he told Emile’s mom, “It took about an hour from our house to get here, too. She should be here any time.”

Emile’s mom gave his arm a pat. “It’s all right, dear, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

A car pulled into the parking lot behind them and Remy’s heart leapt into his throat when Emile jumped out of the driver’s side, stalking over. Oh, no. “Remy! What the hell?!”

“Emile, language!” Emile’s mom chastised.

Emile ignored her and stared at Remy. “What, I’m too despicable for you so you go running back to the parents who treated you like crap?! Is that what’s going on here?!”

Remy crossed his arms. “At least I know what’s coming to me when it comes from my parents!” he snapped.

Emile’s dad walked over and put a hand on Emile’s arm. “Emile, you need to let Remy make his own choice. You can argue your case until you turn blue, but at the end of the day, it’s Remy’s decision.”

“Yeah? Well, there may be a million decisions he could make in this situation, but this is the wrong one!” Emile exclaimed, removing his dad’s hand.

“Emile, don’t mess up your relationship with your parents just because of me,” Remy said. “I’m doing this, and you can’t change my mind.”

“Remy...Remy...they’re gonna kill you!” Emile exclaimed. “I can’t let you do that to yourself!”

“You’re not in control of my life, Emile!” Remy snapped. “You’re just as bad as you claim they are!”

Emile turned ash white and stood there, staring at Remy. “Is that...really...how you see me?”

Before Remy could respond in any way other than shying away from Emile, a familiar sedan pulled up and his mother got out, walking over with an aura of smugness around her. “Sweetheart, thank goodness you’re okay,” she said, coming over and hugging Remy.

Remy involuntarily stiffened and color returned to Emile’s face as he growled. His mother pulled away and looked around them. “Remington, are you going to introduce me to these people?”

“My ride,” Remy said, nodding to Emile’s mom. “My friend,” he pointed to Emile.

His mother’s face darkened. “I remember you from the police station,” she spat at Emile. “What did you do to my son?!”

“What did I do?!” Emile scoffed. “I helped save his heart before it shrivelled up and died from your treatment of him over the years.”

“Emile,” Emile’s dad warned as Remy’s mother gasped in offence.

“How dare you?!” Remy’s mother shrieked. “You’re the one who stole him from me, and put those silly ideas about quitting college in his head!”

“That was actually my idea,” Remy said quietly. “Emile gave me the means to do it.”

His mother held up a hand, and Remy fell silent. He really didn’t want this confrontation to happen, he had hoped that maybe Emile wouldn’t catch on to what was happening until Remy was already gone. She stalked over to Emile, who stood his ground and stared down at her with distaste. “You’re the one who convinced my son that I don’t care about him anymore,” she snarled.

“No, you did that yourself, with your blatant disregard for his feelings,” Emile said brightly. “I’m the one who was trying to help him figure out who he was beyond your idiotic plans for him.”

“Emile!” Emile’s dad hissed.

“If I’m going down as the enemy in Remy’s books, I’m going down in flames!” Emile snapped. “Because maybe, one day, he’ll understand why I care for him the way I do!”

Remy’s mother sneered, and Remy gulped. Oh, no. That was where this was going. “Are you gay?!” she asked with a sneer.

“Bisexual,” Emile corrected. “And currently in love with your son, yeah, before you ask. Not that it’s like he ever reciprocated or anything, but he was still kind enough to be my friend!”

“Well, not anymore,” Remy’s mother said. “I don’t want any child of mine associating with queers.”

Remy flinched as both of Emile’s parents spoke up in outrage. The voices were overlapping and distorting, and he recognized the beginnings of a panic attack. He was focusing on his breathing, as best as he could, but it didn’t seem to be working very well. He was shaking and crying and even as Emile’s dad and Remy’s mom fought, Emile’s mom was guiding him to sit down, and asking him if he was all right. Remy buried his head in his hands before his hands came up to tug on his hair and he bit back a sob. No one wants to be friends with a crybaby, his mind helpfully taunted.

“See what you did?! You gave your own son a panic attack!” Emile bellowed.

“Well it’s a small price to pay in comparison to what he would be getting if he continued to be around people like you and wound up in Hell!” Remy’s mother snapped.

Remy felt a hand on his back and he jumped, looking up to see his mother. “Come on, sweetheart, I’m taking you home.”

#if there's a place i could be #sanders sides fanfiction #remile #emile picani #ts sleep

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flamingo-writes · 4 years

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I just discovered your blog, all I've read so far are warming my heart... could I please request a X Zoro thingy for fluffvember? A new strawhat is tasked with gathering medicinal herbs on an island for Chopper, and Zoro intends to meet up with his s/o later, but finds her hanging onto a very high branch, unable to get back down after retrieving a specific plant.

A/N: It is 2020 And I am still posting fluffvember requests omg I’m so sorry XD I suck at sticking to a schedule or a plan. I am so sorry!!

Posted: 01.14.2020 (second post of the day! Make a wish!! This happens once every four to eight moon cycles!!)

Words: 1.6 K

Warnings: none

Ever since joining the Strawhwat Pirates, you noticed this certain affinity towards two of your crewmates. Feeling a great admiration for Chopper, and an instant attraction with Zoro. So, throughout the day you were always with either of them. Serving as Chopper’s nurse whenever he needed a helping hand, and being in an unofficial relationship with Zoro.

By the time you reached a mysterious autumn island hidden in the mists, Chopper immediately recognised it from one of his herbal medicine books. Excited to have reached this island, Chopper asked for your help to find a very specific plant. Since you were the infamous smuggler known as Tracking Hound before joining the crew, you were known for being able to find anything you were requested to find, Chopper asked you to help him search for something.

“[Name], you think you could help me find this?” The little reindeer said showing you a picture of a very peculiar flower. Orange with long pointy petals. “This plant is great as an antibiotic! You can either make tea or ointment out of it. There isn’t a single infection that has lasted through treatments with this plant”

“Sure…” You answered taking a closer look into the book, reading about the properties of the flower. “Where exactly can I find this?”

“It says it grows at the top of The Orange Pine, which is said to be among the tallest pine trees” You grabbed Chopper’s book and looked at both the picture of the flower and the tree.

“Okay” You said trying to memorize the description of the tree “I look for really tall trees, and I climb them”

“Please! Would you help me?” Chopper was slightly incredulous, since his book read the tree was approximately 260 feet tall, and cimbing that would not be easy.

“Sure thing!” You smiled as Chopper jumped into your lap and hugged you.

“Thank you! Thank you very much!” He squeaked happily as you hugged him back as he rubbed his cheek on yours “I’ll share my cotton candy”

“It’s alright, You don’t have to. Besides, cotton candy is too sweet for me” You giggled breaking the hug.

After packing up essentials in your backpack, the crew soon got dispersed and swallowed by the cozy island. The gentle howling wind made cold shivers run down your spine, however it wasn’t cold enough to be a problem. All sorts of tones ranging from green to red colored the whole island. And a small town striving deep within the woods.

But, unlike the rest of the crew, you weren’t precisely interested in the town. You were wandering, your sight climbing up the trees. Noticing how each and every tree looked ridiculously tall. But neither of them looked like the pine tree in Chopper’s book.

On the other hand, Zoro who was going to help you find the pine, soon got lost. His usual clumsy self wandered through most of the island, accidentally coming across pines just like the ones Chopper was looking for. However, he did not know the appearance of the tree, he only knew how the flower looked like. But since the flower only grew at the very top, he remained clueless for the entire day, not realising he had before him the pine in which the rare auumn flower grew.

As the sun reached the horizon, reay to set underneath the sea, Zoro started wondering if you’d already found anything. You had this natural talent to find things, almost as if you had a sixth sense telling you where to find anything and everything. Up to this point, you should’ve already found the flower Chopper wanted so much.

On his way back toward the shore, Zoro couldn’t help but get more and more lost inside the woods. However, if it wasn’t for his poor sense of direction, he wouldn’t have walked by one of the tallest pine trees in the island. And if it wasn’t for his keen senses, he wouldn’t have heard your cries for help.

“[Name]?” Zoro asked recognising a soft whimper coming from the top of the trees. “[Name]!” He shouted.

“Zoro!” You shouted back. “Please help me!” You cried as you clung to the pine.

“Are you okay?” He asked, worried, walking around and looking up trying to spot you among the endless maze of branches.

“I-I...I am. B-but…” He heard you cry as he tried looking in the general direction your voice came from.

“But what?” He shouted, as he finally saw you sitting on one of the branches holding on with everything you had to the trunk.

“I-I’m stuck! I can’t get down!”

Zro couldn’t help but burst out laughing loudly. A keen fighter like you, and an excellent tracking hound, stuck on top of a tree.

“Don’t laugh!” You barked “It’s embarrassing!”

“I’m sorry [Name]” Zoro said chuckling, trying his best to stop his laugh. “How are you stuck?” He said knowing you weren’t physically stuck, since you were very swift on your feet.

“Well...I am not stuck-stuck...I-I just don’t know how to get down” Your voice became lower and lower with embarasment as Zoro tried to listen to the very last part of your sentence.

“Let go” He shouted.

“Are you crazy?!” You snapped at once, looking down and spotting his green hair right away.

“I’ll catch you!”

“I’ll get hurt!” The vertigo you felt as ou looked down made you dizzy as you hugged the trunk and shut your eyes closed.

“You won’t!” Zoro assured you as he looked at the tree, analying the height and the few branches it grew.

“I’m scared” You cried defeated.

“Let go for heaven’s sake!” This time, Zoro said more annoyed than before.

“No!”

“You’re leaving me no option!” He shouted, and the next thing you heard was the sound of him yielding one of his katana “I’ll cut the tree down!”

“Are you nuts?! You can’t do that!” You said snapping your eyes open and trying to look back down.

“Then let go!”

Silence. You took far too long to answer Zoro, as he stared at you. However, you were unable to speak as the fear clung to your shoulders like a corpse.

“[Name]! You hear me?” Zoro asked, and it took you another few seconds to answer with a shaky voice.

“Yes”

“Then? Will you let go?” His patience was growing short, and since you didn’t seem to answer any more, he stood back, getting ready in a comfortable position before blowing an attack and cutting down the tree.

“No” You barked.

“I’m cutting the tree then” He threatened one last time, and as you saw him from the top, in a single second, the possible outcome played in your mind.

“No! No! Wait!” You cried scared at the high chance of you getting badly hurt.

“Goddammit, woman!” Zoro hissed looking back up, and somewhat looking at you as you exchanged stares.

“Alright! I will, okay?” You finally yelled “Promise me you’ll catch me!”

“I promise” He said putting down his katana back in its case and standing closer to the tree.

“You sure?” Your voice shook once more.

“Do you not trust me?” He said, measuring the distance of your exact location.

However, he waited for our answer. And for a brief second he got distracted, only to be pulled back to reality by a high pitched scream. He looked up and saw you falling. A sudden burst of adrenaline hit him as he stretched his arms and bent his knees a bit, getting ready for the impact.

Your voice getting closer and closer very fast. You fell into his arms as he swiftly caught you, and fighting the force from the fall. He held you close to his body as he kneeled and put you on the ground.

“For fucks sake, [Name]” He sighed deeply “You’re unbelievable” He said in a low voice.

“Stop it” You cried, holding on to your backpack and refusing to look at Zoro.

“Fine. I’m sorry!” Zoro hissed “I’m sorry, darling. Are you okay?” His voice softened.

You nodded, as Zoro leaned forward kissing your forehead and standing up. You looked up at him as he offered you his hand, helping you up.

“C’mon. Let’s head back” He said.

“Zoro?” He started walking, god knows where he was heading, and stopped until you called his name.

“Hm?” He hummed.

“Thank you” You said, as he turned around and looked at you.

“It’s nothing” Your eyes were fixed on him, and he tried keeping up with the sweet stare you were giving him. However, the overflowing tenderness was making him shy “What?”

You walked closer to him and leaned closer. You kissed the corner of his lip and hugged him tightly. He looked at you before looking away, feeling his face grow hotter.

“C’mon. Everyone must be waiting for us” Zoro whispered as you nodded and silently and broke the hug.

You grabbed Zoro’s hand gently and pulled him into the right direction. You kept thanking him every now and then as he’d simply squeeze your hand.

“It’s nothing” He said a few times.

Before you made it back to the Sunny, Zoro stopped you, still inside the forest, and pulled you closer, stealing a very needy kiss. A kiss he’d been avouring since you teased him by kissing the corner of his mouth.

He was a blushy mess, and he could tell. However, the sunset hitting the autumn island filled the entire view with orange. The golden lighting made it hard for you, or anyone, to notice the blush in his cheeks as he walked back to the ship with you.

#one piece #one piece zoro #One Piece Fanfiction #one piece imagines #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #zoro #roronoa zoro #Pirate Hunter Zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro imagine #zoro imagine #Im off to write some smutt bcs I havent written smutt in a while #and there's a shanks request I've been wanting to write

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winterfrostlovetriangle · 4 years

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Hi, I'm sorry, right now I'm very angry and sad because I haven't slept for like 26 hours and I can't sleep for the next 4 hours sooooo May I request a loki or tom x reader where she is VERY pissed off because of lack of sleep and they end up fighting but then Loki/Tom understands that she only needs cuddles and some good sleep? (sorry if there are some grammatical errors but, plz understand me,, English is not my native lenguage + I really need to sleep)

Hi! First of all, I hope you have been able to get some sleep! As one who also struggles to sleep, please take care of yourself. Secondly, I am SO sorry this is late. I have been super busy. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Masterlist

Cuddles

Tom was sitting on his bed reading a book, enjoying his night. He would be happier if his girlfriend, Y/N, was with him but you were working late again. The hospital was very demanding recently, and you hadn’t been home for almost three days straight. He sighed, put his book aside, and scrubbed his hands over his face. It was late and you should have been home two hours ago. He missed you terribly! He didn’t like your spot being empty. Yawning, he stood up and walked to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Tom heard the door open and smiled, but frowned quickly when he heard it shut.

SLAM!

“Oh dear,” he mutters. He cringes as he hears things being banged about in the living room and kitchen. Tom rushes out of the bedroom to find out what is wrong and comfort you if necessary.

“Y/N,” he called. Tom’s voice is drowned out by more banging. What is she looking for?

“Y/N! Love, what are you doing?” he asked louder making his way over to the kitchen.

“Think you could be of some use?” you huffed. Tom raised his eyebrows.

“As soon as you tell what you are looking for, yes.”

You glared at him and rolled your eyes, continuing your search. You opened every cupboard in the kitchen only to slam it shut a few seconds later. Glancing at Tom, you saw shock and concern written all over his face. You narrowed your eyes and moved on to the next cabinet.

“You already looked in that one.” Tom’s voice drifted over to you.

“And your point is?”

Tom yanked you to face him. “Stop, just tell me what you are looking for and I will get it.” He kissed the top of your head before pulling back to look you in the face.

All you saw in his eyes was pity and concern. You felt a little guilty, but you were far too upset to stop now.

“Why? You don’t think I can do it on my own? That I am some lowly damsel in distress?” you snapped.

Tom took a breath, “No, because your behavior is concerning. I want to know what is bothering you, Y/N.”

“Nothing, I’m fine. You wouldn’t understand anyway.”

“Try me,” Tom said.

“I just want food. I need a pan.”

“Y/N, I told you there would be food in the fridge for you so you wouldn’t have to cook.” Tom stood in front of you trying to calm you down.

Comfort was the last thing you wanted right now, you were too worked up. You turned away and started cleaning the kitchen, you needed to keep your hands busy. You sighed heavily, frustrated. You felt Tom watching you again.

“You know, it would be nice if you helped out every once in a while,” you grumbled. “You’re always away galavanting at parties and ceremonies, only to lay around all day and contribute nothing to this household. I work my butt off for days at a time, and then I have to come home and take care of you and your mess. And I’m sick of it!” You were boiling and didn’t care anymore. You couldn’t keep your emotions in check and took them out on the first person you saw.

Tom had an unreadable expression on his face. “Forgive me,” he said quietly. “I didn’t realize I was such a burden.”

“Ugh!” Stop apologizing,” you yelled. Would you stop being such a bloody gentleman for one minute?” “You’re always so nice and it is so annoying!”

“Fine, you want me to stop being nice?” Tom asked. “Then here goes. My so-called galavanting is my livelihood. I love acting, but I hate going to parties, award shows, and being away for months at a time! I hate being the center of attention, but I do it for my fans. I talk about you all the time in interviews and said parties, but you don’t know that because you never come, you are always working too,” he growled. “So don’t you DARE lecture me on how much I’m away! I haven’t complained about you working, have I?” His jaw clenched. “I miss you so much, but I don’t say anything because I know it would just stress you out even more. And as for not doing anything around here - I make sure the flat is spotless when you come home so that you can relax and de-stress. I clean the house on my days off, I cook, and pay the bills so we can live here.”

You gave no response, but stared at the carpet, no longer able to hold his gaze.

“You know what? This is pointless.” Tom pinched the bridge of his nose. “I am going to stay at Ben’s tonight. I need to stop before I say something I really will regret.” Tom stood still for a moment hoping you would say something. He shook his head, raking his fingers through his ginger locks and walked to the bedroom. Leaning against the inside of the door, he closed his eyes. He felt awful for what he’d said and how he yelled. He hated yelling, especially at you. Tom knew he shouldn’t have let you get him riled up. He knew you were probably exhausted and just needed to let off some steam. Sighing, he thought about what he could do to make you feel better. He smiled as he remembered the one thing you loved to do to relax, and set to work.

After Tom slammed the bedroom door, you sank down on the couch. The realization of what just happened hit you and you felt like trash. You had never once lashed out at Tom like that before. You had your spats, but nothing close to this. You were exhausted and wanted to sleep for a week, work was terrible and today you almost quit. Lost in thought, you didn’t hear your boyfriend call you. Tom stood in front of you, taking in your appearance. You looked haggard and pale. He knelt down and placed one hand on your thigh and the other hand on your cheek.

“Love? Please look at me.”

You shook your head, but Tom crooked a finger under your chin so he could look you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry love. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset with you. And I didn’t mean to make it seem like I do all of the housework. You do a lot,” he apologizes. Tears welling in his eyes. “I hate you being angry with me. Please forgive me?”

“Oh Tom, you have nothing to be sorry for,” you began “It was my fault. I was so angry and instead of just talking with you, I blew up in your face.”

“Y/N”

“Please let me finish, babe,” you shushed him. He nodded and waited for you to continue. “I am SO sorry. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. It wasn’t you, honest. I-I’m just so tired. Beyond exhausted, actually.“ You tried to blink back tears, but it was too late. “I…”

Tom pulled you close as you sobbed on his chest.

“It’s alright, Y/N. Let it out. I’m right here, love,” he soothed.

He rubbed your back soothingly and whispered sweet things in your ear. Not sure how long you sobbed, you slowly started feeling better. You put your hands around Tom’s waist and hugged him tightly, your way of a silent thanks. He smiled and kissed your temple.

You pulled away. “Will you forgive me, Tom? I acted horribly and I am so sorry.”

He cupped your cheek and used the pad of his thumb to wipe away a few stray tears. “Of course, darling. But on one condition. You talk with me next time you are angry and we’ll work through it.”

You nodded and gave him a tired smile.

“Good,” he said before pecking the tip of your nose causing you to giggle. “I have a surprise for you. Let’s go to our room.”

You looked up at him curiously.

Tom picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bedroom. You snuggled into him, your head on his chest. You noticed his heartbeat picked up a little. Tom stopped just inside the doorway and gently tapped your side. Opening your eyes you gasped. There were candles all over the room; you didn’t know you owned so many. The smell of vanilla and lavender wafted through the air. Tom knew you so well.

“Tom, it’s beautiful! But I don’t deserve any special treatment.”

He walked you to the bed and placed you on your side. “Ah, my little dove, that is where you are wrong,” he chuckled. “You do. You are exhausted and in need of some cuddles.” Tom kissed your cheek before climbing over you to sit down. You giggled at his antics, knowing full well he was trying to get you to laugh.

He sat down pulled you close to him. You instantly melted into him, molding your bodies to become one. You tangled your feet in his until every part of you was touching. You were beginning to relax. The calming effect of the candles and the feeling of the man you loved wrapped around you. You were home. It wasn’t the building that made it home, it was being in Tom’s arms that made you feel safe, warm, and loved. No matter how cruel and dark the world got, Tom would always be there for you.

“Thank you, Tom. I love you.”

Tom kissed your head. “I love you too, darling,” he whispered as you finally fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Thank you to my editor, @lokiodinsonking!

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston angst #fluff

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poppyknitt · 5 years

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Payback, part two- A Darkness and Desperation tale

Summary: JJ is still in and out of the hospital for the injuries he received back in the fall of the previous year, and since it’s now Boy Scouting season, Marvin plans to enact his revenge as soon as the bullies are separated from everyone else.

TWs: GORE, VIOLENCE, YANDERE, BLOOD, KNIFE

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Marvin clutched his knife tightly in hand, his teeth gritted and eyes narrowed as he waited for the scout master of the troop those damned brats were in to leave the troop alone for a bit. He knew where the boy scout camp was, since Jack used to be one as well, so getting there wasn’t an issue.

The leaves swirled in the trees and bushes, making hypnotic patterns, as though trying to draw in anyone who watched so their commander, hidden away somewhere in the sky, could devour them alive without being seen.

He knew that, when they saw him, the boys would probably underestimate him greatly. They’d gotten into fights before, and he usually lost, likely because of how skinny he was. However, what they didn’t know, was that Marvin had been practicing something new, ever since he first found out about their treatment of his baby brother. Something... they didn’t believe in.

Finally, at long last, the final remaining adult had left, and he could get to work. His hand twitched absently for a moment, but he didn’t seem to notice. He rehearsed the spells he’d practiced and prepared heavily for this day one last time in his head, and stepped out into the open.

Barrier. Sound entrapment. Illusion. Cloaking. Paralysis.

Those were the spells he’d learned. Those were the spells he’d need. He had to go to the darkest sides of town just to get the necessary books for some, because most who sold and used books on magic spells avoided dark magic at all costs. Not him, though. Dark magic was the only magic that could help him here. Who cares if it corrupts him? He’d already been plotting to brutally slaughter eight of the nine kids there in cold blood, and leave one alive, but with horrible, horrible mental traumas for eleven months. Not to mention that he had another spell in the back of his mind that would ensure that no one ever believed the poor kid when he screamed and cried, begging them to convict Marvin Peter Reid, the true killer, no matter how hard or how much he begged. He doubted he could get any worse.

“Well, well, well! Look who it is, boys! It’s little baby Marvvy Petes!” Charley Sanders, the one who brought the bat, taunted, grinning evilly at him. He smiled back, and delighted mentally as Charley was visibly confused by his reaction.

“Hello, darlings...” His voice was light, but laced with a faint, toxic bitterness and hatred.

”What do you want, you moron?” Samuel Thompson, the kid who used steel-toed boots on Jamie, scowled, looking supremely pissed.

“I’m only here to play a little game with you boys! Nothing too serious~! After all, you really seem to like it when people get hurt, right?” His voice was chillingly sweet, as if he were trying to comfort a two-week old kitten that had been crying in despair for the past hour.

”What the hell are you talking about, creep?” Luke Wells, the one who used the textbook, looked both scared and annoyed. Marvin’s head jerked a small bit, and his grin widened.

”I’m talking about my little brother. Jameson. You boys sure took a lot out of him back in August, when you beat him so hard he nearly died!” He still sounded kind. Too kind. Several of the lessers in the group were starting to look scared already.

“D-Died-?!” Thomas Kendall, one of the ones who liked to watch and laugh as the others kicked and beat the shit out of 5 year olds, whimpered.

Charley interrupted him, “Shut up, Tommy. I wanna hear him out. Little kitty boy’s actually got my attention for once.”

“A wise choice, Charley-Darling~” His grin turned sour and twisted as he spoke. “I’m going to play a little game with you boys... A game I like to call... Hide and Go Reap.”

“... What...’s the goal..?” Sammy asked.

“For you? Hide, and hope you don’t get found. For me? Well... I get to murder whoever I find.”

The boys all went quiet for a moment, all nine of them looking somewhere between screaming and pissing their pants, until Charley finally spoke, clearly trying to sound brave. “Oh yeah? A-And what if we don’t play, or r-run off?!”

“Then I will hunt you down, and torture you so much, you die a slow, horrible, and painful death.”

Charley froze. He honestly looked like he was going to piss himself, and it was taking most of whatever resilience Marvin had to not start laughing maniacally at the stupid look on that idiot brat’s face.

“You have sixty seconds to hide. Choose your places wisely~!” He sung, and cast the Sound entrapment, barrier, illusion, and cloaking spells, much to the absolute terror of the bullies.

”Where’d he go?!” Luke yelped. Charley said something under his breath to Luke, and yanked him away, as all the boys scattered. Marvin grinned sadistically, standing in place for a full minute, as he’d promised.

When time was up, he yelled to them, “Time’s up, boys~! Be ready to die!” in a much too cheery manner, and skipped off in a random direction. He knew they couldn’t have gone anywhere or run off; he’d put the barrier in a circular shape, with about a 125-meter radius all around. They couldn’t see it, nor could they escape. If any of them tried, he would immediately know.

Sure enough, one of the boys was trying to get out. He could hear him crying and yelling in hopeless terror to be let out. He skipped to the source, and, smiling wickedly, revealed himself again.

”Georgieeee~ It’s time to play~” He sang, his voice unnaturally high pitched and bone-chillingly melodious, as his head tilted over to the side. George Edison, the kid in question, turned around and sobbed hysterically at him, begging him to spare him, saying that he didn’t do anything to his little brother. Marvin already knew that, though.

He used another kind of illusion spell, this time using one that would force the others to watch as he killed their friends one by one, and tackled the smaller boy, stabbing him a numerous number of times in the chest once it was done, watching as the blood sprayed and seeped out of the 7-year-old’s wounds with glee. Some of the fresh, warm blood spattered onto his clothes, and he didn’t even flinch back from it. He could hear another kid distantly shriek Georgie’s name out, which he assumed was Micheal Jay, given the pitch. He grinned sadistically, knowing at least one of the boys was going to break eventually.

He continued on his way, a twisted grin painted on his face as he searched the circle for his next victim, his newfound total enjoyment of murdering another person driving his mind further and further to entirely merciless relentlessness. After a few moments, he found Kaden Foster cowering in a bush like he actually thought it would protect him. Once he spotted him, though, Kaden bolted, screaming and crying for help. Unbeknownst to him, however, this only delighted Marvin, and he gave chase, laughing in total derangement as he gained on the terrified 9-year-old. He tackled once again, stabbing the kid twice as much as he’d done to the youngest of the group, and making each one hurt more than the previous. Kaden’s shrieks and screams of pain and terror brought absolute joy to him, the adrenaline of the two consecutive, chaotic murders rushing through him and making him more and more deranged as he laughed maniacally as though he had heard the funniest joke ever after having never heard even a single funny thing for his entire life. He continued stabbing until every movement and sign of life had faded from the kid’s body, not even feeling a single drop of remorse or disgust for what he’d done or for the bloody mess he’d caused. The faint smell of iron was already rising from the blood he’d spilled, but he didn’t care. The only reaction it got was a small twitch of the head, but once more, it went unnoticed by him.

He imagined some of the boys would be crying by now, as he watched the blood pooling around and on top of his now dead, and horribly mutilated victim. It seemed that, with each minute that passed, his grin got more and more twisted, more and more disturbed.

He got up, and left the scene, unsure who he’d find next. He didn’t care, though; he just wanted to kill all of them but whoever he found last. After all, what better way to ruin a person than to force them to watch you mercilessly slaughtering all 8 of their friends in brutal ways, and then leave them alive with the knowledge that this never would’ve happened had they decided to be a good person?

He heard Connor sobbing in the distance, and grinned more, picking up the pace, and following the sounds. Connor screamed for Micheal to run, and the older boy got up, not even hesitating for a moment to disappear into the foliage. Connor jumped out of the tree, shaking heavily as he gripped a slightly sharpened stick as though his life depended on it never leaving his hands. Marvin paused, and laughed at him.

”Aw, how adorable! You really think you can hurt me with a measly ol’ stick?” He taunted sweetly, a deranged look on his face. Connor was still trembling, terror written all over his face. The poor boy was having trouble breathing, too, probably because of his asthma. He’d be merciful on this one. Besides, it wasn’t like Connor was worth the effort; he probably was never destined for success anyways.

He disappeared with the cloaking spell, and climbed into the treetops, purposefully rustling the leaves around him to give the kid a bit of extreme paranoia in his last moments. He stopped making noise at random intervals and circling, now silently heading to a place he could drop down behind the kid and catch him off guard.

He undid the cloaking spell, and not a single second passed before his knife was skidding through the back of his prey, as Connor let out a scream of pain. The older boy collided with the ground, palpitating forward a foot or so, as a faint trail of blood followed him. He hoisted himself a few inches from the ground with one hand, coughing up a few drops of the thick, glistening, red juice of life that kept him going, and then turned his head and body to better look at his attacker, eyes glittering in terror. The sadistic joy from before returned to Marvin’s twisted grin, like a loyal dog returning to its owner. Oh, this was so fun! He should do it again some time...

Connor whimpered fearfully, probably thinking he knew exactly what was going to happen to him. Marvin did initially plan it, however... He had remembered something that one of the bookkeepers told him about magic- “If you find yourself able to use the magic, you may want to explore with finding out more about your abilities. In my experience, most true magicians have their own special abilities.” He grinned to himself at the thought, already knowing full well what his was.

He raised his empty hand, delighting as Connor recoiled a little in fear, confusion mixing in with all the other apprehensive emotions littering his expression. Purple, glowing strings spun and twirled around the tips of his fingers for a moment, before settling so that he could control them.

“I’ve decided to give you a purpose, sweetie... After all, no one else believes in you, right? So, who better to prove them wrong than little old me~?” He trilled, his grin softening to a cruelly sweet smile. He walked to the boy, and knelt down in front of him. The strings seemed to disappear, as he cupped his hand around Connor’s chin, and took control of part of his mind. “... From now on, you’re going to work as my puppet, and my puppet alone... Or else.”

Connor’s expression went blank, and, after he healed his new toy, he helped him up, still smiling. He gave him a knife, and winked at him, whispering the name of who he wanted him to kill into his ear.

Marvin lead the way, somewhat dragging Connor by the wrist, as they searched for MJ. His twisted grin returned, as he thought about all the ways Connor might kill his friend. Ooh, but what a twist that would be! He could barely begin to imagine how horrified that would leave the others... Especially because MJ was supposedly Connor’s best friend.

They found Micheal standing in front of the barrier, probably confused and definitely feeling hopeless. Marvin’s grin became even more twisted, as he beckoned his new pet forwards. Connor’s eyes were dark and empty, showing that even if he was even slightly autonomous, he likely wasn’t in control of his actions just yet.

“You weren’t paying attention, were you, MJ?” He asked, his eyes empty, and smile filled with twisted joy. Micheal turned around, his eyes wide as they flicked between Connor and Marvin for a second, only resting on Connor as he calmed himself enough to process what was happening.

”...C-...Connor? Connie, bro, c-can you hear me..?”

“Sorry, Mikey~. He doesn’t answer to you anymore, sweets~” The strings around Connor’s limbs and neck revealed themselves briefly as he spoke. Panic set in all over MJ’s face, as he stumbled over his words.

“Y-You- Wha-What-? H-How did-?! W-Wh-What di-did you d-do to him, y-y-you freak?!”

Marvin paused, his smile fading for a second at the insult, and then returning as an even more twisted grin, “How rude! Didn’t your mama ever teach you any manners, dearie~?”

“D-Don’t-! S-Stop calling me by those st-stupid pet names!” Micheal was hyperventilating anxiously, which amused the aspiring magician to no measurable extent.

”Hm.” His grin fell a small bit, and he gestured for Connor to start, “As you wish, Micheal~”

“W-Wh’did you-?! W-W-What was that-?!” Micheal started, but Connor attacked him mid-sentence, much to his despair and horror. Marvin grinned sadistically as he watched Connor throw attack after attack at his ‘best friend’, who was trying his hardest to dodge as many attacks as he could.

I suppose I... Ought to help... He thought, still grinning. He waited a few moments, until MJ’s back was to him, and then grabbed him from behind, yanking him down to his level and driving his knife into the bully’s shoulder and tearing it back out, delighting in the screams of pain that resulted.

MJ stumbled away from them, clutching his limp, nearly severed shoulder in his hand. His eyes were glimmering with tears of either pain or fear, as he continued to try and back away from the approaching duo out for his blood. Connor was the first to attack once again, running at MJ and attempting to cut a diagonal slash wound into his chest, but barely skimming the other’s arm as he jumped back. Marvin followed up from the other side, stabbing into his gut with a big grin on his face as he made eye contact, relishing in the pure terror that covered the older kid’s face.

MJ fell to the ground, still hyperventilating, though, his breathing was more desperate and broken now that he was losing too much blood. Marvin’s face was almost entirely blank, aside from the huge, psychotic grin that had been plastered on it since he joined in, as he and his puppet loomed above the slowly dying kid. He raised his free hand a little, and Connor stepped on his lifelong best friend’s chest, pinning him down, slit his throat, and let him go. MJ started choking on his own blood, eyes wide and face draining of color as the blood rushed out of his veins and arteries, spilling into his throat, windpipe, and onto his neck and chest. He started coughing and gasping for breath, tears spilling down his face and mixing with the blood as they spilled onto his throat, only quickening the suffocation. Marvin made sure Connor didn’t have to hear his friend suffocating, knowing he would only be traumatized by the memory of the sound once his mind regained a little awareness of what happened.

Once MJ was dead, Marvin stepped lazily over his limp, broken, blood-bathed corpse, and dragged Connor along as they went to look for one of the others. Connor stumbled over the other kid’s body, but Marvin didn’t care to stop. He had things to do, and brats to kill.

Thomas Kendall and Jordan Smith were quick kills, and thankfully close enough to each other that Marvin and Connor could split up the task of killing them. Marvin wound up playing a fun game of chase with Tommy, obviously winning in the end by stabbing into the skull of his victim after taking his sweet-ass time to torture him. The kid’s body was nearly unrecognizable by the time he decided he was done with him, though, he left the face mostly alone, so his family could properly identify their son when they found his cold, dead body discarded uselessly on the forest floor. Marvin let Connor stay wherever for the last three kills, wanting to kill the ones who hurt his brother the most that day with his own hands.

Sammy was an easy find, having wound up standing alone and confused in a clearing, his back turned to Marvin and vulnerable to any attacks. He ran at the taller kid from behind, his target only managing to turn around and look before he gutted him viciously. He landed on top of Sammy, once again finding himself mutilating his body, but this time, he used his magic to keep Sammy alive until the very end, so he would feel any and every stab, regardless of how much blood he lost. Once he was done, and a fresh, deep crimson color stained his clothes almost unrecognizably, he stood up, and left, searching for his final two victims.

He found them together, when he heard Charley scream “no” from somewhere beyond a cluster of bushes and trees, and looked past them to see the two huddled against each other. His grin grew, as he walked through the plant life, and stood before them, knife still held in his hand. Charley began sobbing hysterically, clearly having a panic attack, and Marvin had another idea.

PTSD. He knew he could leave Charley alive, and have him eternally stuck living with crippling fears of human contact and other things he would associate with this day. That would be much, much worse on him than anything else he could possibly do to the boy. He made a small, unnoticeable gesture with his hand, and Connor walked through some other bushes. He looked at his puppet, and ever so slightly tilted his head to tell him to hold Charley back while he murdered Luke.

Connor did as commanded, and Marvin walked towards Luke, as the boy scrambled back, hit a tree, and began to cry as well. Marvin kicked him in the gut, and then pulled him up by his shirt, briefly narrowing his eyes at the kid, and then throwing him into a tree that was a few meters away. Charley screamed hysterically for him to stop as he violently stabbed, beat, and occasionally slammed his friend into things, but it was no use. Within a few minutes, the entire back of Luke’s head and almost his whole face were drenched in his blood, as well as the tree and his clothes. Marvin‘s grin became a bit less psychotic and a bit more normal, as he was proud of himself for the good job he’d done on punishing all of the boys who tormented his brother.

He turned to Charley, and walked to him, as Connor released the older kid. He gave the boy a sweet, sickeningly sympathetic look, the insanity still lacing the edges of his expression. Charley started begging him not to kill him, which only made his smile grow more twisted. “Aw, don’t worry, Charley-Darling~! I’m not going to kill you! After all, you’ve won! You’re the last one I found! So, as your reward, you get to live!” He paused, “However... You will be the only one who knows that I did this. I will make sure that, should you ever try to tell even a single soul that it was me, they will never, ever believe you, no matter how solid or fool-proof your evidence is. So, don’t even try it, because it’s not gonna work.”

Charley nodded desperately, and Marvin smiled triumphantly. “Come on, Connor, sweetheart, let’s go clean ourselves up and blow this joint! I’m excited to bring you home! But remember, you gotta act spooked, okay? That Charley kid’ll probably be off to tattle as soon as the barrier goes down, so if you’re acting unfazed by it, they might think you did it!”

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Marvin watched the news, subtly delighting in the fact that for the past few days, all anyone could talk about was the murders of those seven boys, and the mental states of the two survivors. He’d let Connor resume autonomy, but made sure he knew that if Marvin detected him even thinking about telling someone, he would snatch it away quicker than you could say “Psychopath”. Charley had gone almost catatonic, and had to be pulled out of boy scouts for extensive therapies that just weren’t working anymore. Most likely, he would never be back in the public school system again, because of his severe traumas involving that fateful day preventing him from setting foot outside his home without having a severe panic attack within the next five minutes.

Charley had been constantly begging everyone to believe him as he sobbed and cried that Marvin was the killer, but as he’d promised, no one believed him, even with all the evidence presented against him in comparison to the slim amount of evidence for him. So far, Jamie hadn’t seen the news, so thankfully, he wouldn’t have to lie to him just yet.

He heard a knock at the door, and smiled to himself, as he knew who it was. He got up, playfully skipping to the door, and opening it.

“Aw, hiya, Connor~! I knew you’d come today!” He sung happily, a subtle, twisted glint sneaking its way into his eyes as he spoke to his new toy.

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Congratulations, now everyone has as much about Marv to fear as I do. Please, join my suffering, because I’m terrified of my son, just like you should be.

not tagging anyone because this shit is highkey fucked up so i don’t wanna spoop my normal taglist peeps

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Bad Behavior

Y/N was normally the perfect little angel for Harry. He kept her pleased and content so she did the same for him. She rarely disobeyed him and when she did, she was always very apologetic and sincere. So when Y/N decided that during a dinner with Harry’s manager and many other important people for his career was the perfect time to start teasing Harry, he was quite surprised.

“This is not up for debate, Y/N. We are not going home during the middle of this dinner and you are certainly not going to be touching me in front of my colleagues unless you want your perky little ass turning red,” Harry whispers harshly into Y/N’s ear, removing her hand from his crotch area. He refused to give in and give Y/N what she wanted. That was simply not an option, because if he did, she’d think she could get away with it at other times too. But at the same time, he wanted so badly to take her home right that minute and spank her until she was begging him to stop. He wanted to make her come all over his fingers and then fuck her again while she’s too exhausted to even move. But more than anything, Harry was wondering why Y/N was even acting like this, it’s not like this was a normal thing. She’s never deliberately teased Harry in public. She knew his boundaries.

Y/N didn’t care at this point though. Harry just looked so delectable in his black suit that night and Y/N couldn’t wait until the dinner was over. She wanted his attention and love now, not later! She knew Harry quite well, and she also knew the only way to get them home faster was to get him fired up enough that he’d leave early. This sounds like a perfect plan in Y/N’s head because either way, rough sex is so much more pleasurable. She would never admit this out loud, but she absolutely loved Harry’s dominant side. She waits a little bit to strike again, knowing Harry would already know what she was planning if she moved her hand off her lap even an inch off of her own lap.

So when the appetizers finally come out, Y/N ‘accidently’ drops her fork in front of Harry’s seat. And she makes sure to exaggerate her movements as she bends down to pick it back up. She makes sure that Harry gets more than a good whiff of her ass looking exceptional in the short dress before she sits herself down next to him again. She is able to hear the hitch in Harry’s breath as she sits back down and that only motivates her further in her actions, “I want you so badly, daddy,” she whispers in his ear quiet enough that no one else manages to hear and begins cutting up the chicken on the plate in front of her. She just waits after that, because she knows that Harry is soon going to stand up and excuse the two of them, he’s never been able to resist that nickname. Especially when it came out of Y/N’s innocent mouth.

But then nothing happens. He doesn’t do anything, he somehow controls himself, knowing that he needed to stay calm and finish this damn dinner. Only after that could he leave with his girl. He knows that he can’t just give her what she wants.

So Y/N goes to her final option that is sure to provoke him; flirting with another man. As the waiter comes back to the table, the one that showed clear interest in Y/N, she smiles up at him happily.

Harry pays attention to Y/N’s oh so sudden change in mood and is quickly swayed to giving her what she wants because the sight makes him green with envy. He cannot and will not stand Y/N flirting with anybody else. Ever.

“Oh thank you for this, I don’t believe I ordered it though,” she giggles.

“It’s on the house, sweetheart,” the waiter dares to say. Harry knows that the waiter can see Harry’s hand that’s gripping her thigh. He ignores it.

“Well, thank you! I love sex on the beach,” Y/N replies, the innuendo clearly intentional. Harry has had enough.

Y/N was right with her predictions; all Harry needed was a push in the right direction. And by a push, she means a shove at him while blatantly flirting with another man.Harry grabs her arm tightly and pulls her up with a good deal of force, “Sorry guys, something quite important just came up… we’ll have to leave a bit earlier than expected,” Harry says, somehow making the bullshit that fell off his lips sound reasonable. It doesn’t matter though, everyone laughs it off and gives the seemingly normal couple wishes and condolences, continuing with their meal. Harry keeps his grip on her arm as he leads her to his car, probably creating bruises that would be discovered tomorrow.

Y/N can tell that Harry is steaming mad, probably the most that she’s ever seen him. She feels like she can see smoke coming out of his ears and nostrils.

Harry decides to start giving her the silent treatment the moment the car door closes. All Y/N wanted was some attention and sex but instead she’s got a dangerously mad Harry who’ll probably make sure she’s in pain and not pleasure for the little stunt she pulled. She’s excited still, nonetheless.

“Harry,” Y/N begins to whine, trying to get Harry’s attention. He finally stops ignoring her. His head instantly turns back to face her, letting Y/N see just how rageful he’s feeling. He was certainly not happy that Y/N wasn’t being her normal obedient self and he is ready to punish her rightfully so. She knows not to interrupt Harry, especially when he’s with business associates for his music.

His hand wraps around Y/N’s neck and squeezes just tight enough to make her eyes widen, “I don’t believe that’s what you were calling me at the dinner table, babygirl,” his raspy voice projects through the car, a slight smirk raising up on his face at the expression of the girl who’s currently under his wrath.

He knows that Y/N is in complete shock, not expecting this turn of events and that makes the night even more fun - for Harry at least. She thought Harry would yell at her just a little more than a bit and then fuck her good. She didn’t think he would get a rise out of the situation, nor did she think he would play along like this. Earlier, he was just about ready to blow up on Y/N for pulling that stunt, but now he’s sporting a larger than average hard-on and a powering lustful eye.

“F-fuck, you know what I meant, daddy!” Y/N mewls, trying to make herself sound as seductive as she could with Harry’s hand around her throat. Harry can tell exactly what she’s trying to do and this gave him a good chuckle, she certainly wasn’t going to be sexing her way out of this one. He was not going to let Y/N get away with such bad behavior.

“I’m gonna drive us home and you’re going to be a good girl, completely silent. Then, when we get home, you’re gonna get just what you were begging for earlier, yeah? Just what you deserve,” Harry whispers into her ear, revving up the car and removing his hand from around her purpled neck.

Y/N opens her mouth to say she can’t just wait that long but Harry quickly shushes her, “Not a single word out of that mouth unless you want something else inside of it.”

This keeps her quiet until they’ve driven into the familiar garage of Harry’s house. There were no sounds other than the patter of Y/N’s heels and the thump of Harry’s boots. They both walked into the house casually but the moment the door closed, it all changed.

Y/N is instantly pushed against the wall, her hands somehow pinned above her head. She is completely vulnerable as Harry presses his lips against her own ferociously. Y/N has a feeling she isn’t going to get any more kisses later, at least not on her lips. So because of that, she savors the feeling of his mint flavored lips. Harry’s tongue soon goes in between her lips and they immediately open up for him, granting him an easy entrance. Y/N tries to fight for dominance during the rough make out but she knows that Harry is the one in control. Always. “T-touch me, Harry,” she moans into his mouth, somehow untangling one of her hands from Harry’s grasp to bring it up around his neck.

“You don’t really think that I’ll touch you that easy, do you sweetheart?” Harry chuckles, pulling away from her lips briefly. “And I don’t recall telling you that you could call me Harry.”

“Only good girls get to call me by my full name,” he smirks down, looking at Y/N’s pouting face, “And you my darling, have not been a good girl.”

Y/N moans out some sort of comment to this, not liking the fact that she’s stuck doing whatever Harry wants if she desires even the chance of an orgasm. Harry, however, just maneuvers his long arms under Y/N’s bottom and lifts her effortlessly against his chest. He goes on and carries Y/N down the hallway all the way to the bedroom that Y/N has practically claimed as her own. She even has her own designated side of the bed.

Harry drops Y/N off in the middle of the mattress, causing her body to bounce up a little. She instantly goes to unbutton Harry’s shirt but is stopped before she can even get through the first one, “Easy now, moppet. You don’t make the rules, remember,” he murmurs sweetly into her ear, taking her arms up above her head. Y/N doesn’t even notice Harry as he grabs a scarf out of the drawer besides her. He’s clearly enjoying this more than he originally let on.

He uses one of the random scarfs from the drawer as a makeshift blindfold for Y/N and ties it around her eyes, making sure she can’t see anything. “Now, remember love, if you make a single move, you aren’t going to cum a single time tonight,” Harry reminds her.

Y/N has to rely on her other senses as her vision is now gone. She’s nervous, not knowing what’s going on. But she knows that she’s safe with Harry no matter what. She soon hears the sound of his belt unbuckling and whines, knowing that she won’t be able to see his sweet cock boomerang up out of his tight boxers.

“Need you to lift your back up for me. Mhm, there we are,” Harry coos from besides her, unzipping her dress slowly, making sure to dip his fingers lightly across her bare skin as he does so. The feeling is intensified as are her other senses. He’s acting incredibly gentle and sensual in his touch but Y/N knows that behind his touch is a man who’s just dying to slam into her cunt and spank her ass until it’s red as a firetruck.

When the dress is fully off, Harry notices that Y/N wasn’t wearing a bra nor panties underneath it. “Tsk, you’re just getting yourself into more trouble, aren’t you sweetheart?” he asks at the sight of her pretty pussy. Y/N doesn’t answer him.

“Now that that’s done, going to need you to turn around onto your tummy, can’t fuck you ‘till you learn your lesson, Learn to be a good girl for Daddy,”

Y/N abides to his command and turns around the best that she can blindly. She knows what’s coming the moment her stomach touches the mattress; pain. But the thing is, she also gets pleasure from it. She loves it so much when Harry is rough with her, explaining her bad behavior not long ago. She’d only recently discovered his kinky side, but she’s absolutely in love with it. And Harry can tell, the dripping heat down her leg is a clear telltale after just one smack.

He spanks her again, this time on the other cheek and with a bit more force. Y/N has to bite her tongue to stop herself from squirming and blowing her chance of a sweet orgasm later.

“Good girl, gonna give you ten and then I’ll sink into you good and slow, see if you can handle it,” he tells her. “Count them all for me,”

Y/N relaxes her shoulders and braces herself for the next eight hits, knowing if he’s only giving her ten, they’re all going to be hard and painful. But it’s okay; that’s how she likes it. She loves playing the helpless little girl as much as she likes getting to Harry. The burning pain on her soft, delicate skin is more pleasurable than one would think.

The red hot stinging pain comes down just as she expected it, most probably leaving a hand print up against her ass.

“Three!”

Harry waits for a second before hitting again, loving to watch her ass bounce and jiggle from the impact of his spank.

When her bottom finally stops moving, he strikes again, and then again. Twice on both cheeks, probably with interchanging hands. “Four, f-five! SIx, seven.”

“Your body is a masterpiece, Y/N,” he says, distracting her. And then his hand comes down again, two times. They’re all quick and Y/N had no time to prepare herself for them like she did for the others, causing it to hurt even more.

“Eight, n-nine!” Y/N hisses through clenched teeth but doesn’t move her body like she’s dying to do. Harry sees her struggle and appreciates her efforts to behave well for him, but it’s a bit too late. He let’s down one final spank on her red ass. He still won’t be giving her what she wants until she’s on the brink of insanity for his cock. Harry’s already planned out the whole night and is only perfecting the details as he admires her naked backside that’s littered with his own handprints. Harry lets her know his plans, “Waiting for you to count baby, won’t be feeling my prick until I hear your words.”

A pathetic ‘ten’ escapes her lips.

“Gonna take you from the back just like this, remember what I told you earlier,” Harry warns harshly. Don’t move, Y/N reminds herself. He drops his boxers down all the way, springing out his hardened and red prick. He walks slowly over to Y/N’s body and pulls her up into a tabletop like position, so her ass is sticking out and her arms are holding up her body. Y/N just has to go where Harry positions her because she can’t see what’s going on. She’s his puppet and doesn’t get a say in plans. That’s why she’s in trouble in the first place, isn’t it?

He locks his arms around her and slides himself in slowly, savouring the feeling he gets inside her tight heat. He slips half way out and stays there for a second, tucking Y/N’s hair behind her ear and then thrusts back in, this time with more force. He still keeps a slow pace.

As Y/N’s breath picks up with the slight pressure that his cock adds, Harry’s hand circles around to her already swollen clit.

His right hand stays hooked around her waist and he starts rubbing small circles on her button with his other. He smirks as Y/N’s pants become more audible. “Please, Daddy! I need it!��

“What’s it that you need, darling?”

“Fast! Hard,” is all she manages to beg. He finally he slams into her like she was begging for him to do.

This moment is when Y/N lets out her first real moan, “Daddy!”

“Louder, baby,” Harry coos, leaning closer to her ear, making sure she can feel his hot breath on her shoulder.

“Oh, Daddy!!” leaves her mouth much more deafening now.

Harry removes his hand from her clit for just a second to slam it down on her already red ass. “I said louder!” he shouts. She can feel his cock in her stomach as he thrusts in again, hitting her g-spot easily.

“Fuck, oh my god!” she thunders as he hits the same spot once again.

“Want the whole neighborhood to hear my name, baby girl,” he coaxes.

“Daddy! Fuck, I-I’m close,” she screams out with the movement of his thumb on her clit and the thrusts of his length into her. The two of them both know how close she is even without her screaming it out. The slushing sound of her juices around his cock as he bounces into her are just one of the tell tale signs.

“Come for me, moppet. Want your juices all over me, can you do that?”

Y/N cannot form a legible response but instead lets him know by the clenching of her peach walls around him. She feels herself come around him and voluntarily drops her down as Harry pulls out. She watches with half closed eyes as he jerks himself to his his own high, jizzing out over Y/N’s tummy.

As soon as her head hits the silk pillow, she falls asleep instantly, dreaming something mischievous.

~ there’s a part two coming that i’m super excited about! before anyone asks, this is most definitely inspired by @hazzlot as is the next part. all ideas are credited to them, I just did my own little twist on it :)

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