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Last Time Fandom/Universe: Human Nature (my murder sim project)Characters/Pairing: Theodore Kingswell x Natasha D'Angelo, Theodore Kingswell x Main Character AO3 Link(full tags, warnings etc here)Word count: 2,939 words Synopsis: Theo needs to move on. He wants to move on. But first he needs to say goodbye. Author's Note: This is the second of three Gorekinktober ideas I didn't quite finish in October but have decided to revisit! This was for Day 17. It's set just before Human Nature. More about Gorekinktober on my pinned post! Kinktober prompt(s) used: Breeding, Orgasm Denial (kind of) Goretober prompt used: Yokai

Theo smiles down at the photos lined up on his desk. Perfect, absolutely perfect. Perfectly framed, perfectly shot, and of course, the perfect subject. So beautiful. He's so absorbed he certainly doesn't hear any doors open or voices call out to him.

That's why it's quite a shock when someone walks into his bedroom.

He jumps hard in his chair, swivelling it to face her, frowning and feeling vaguely affronted.

"Afternoon, darling." Natasha greets, giving him a little smile and walking over to the desk to look down at him, pulling a small box from her pocket.

"T-Tash... I... did you just... just break in here?" he asks incredulously.

"Don't you think that's a little hypocritical of a question coming from you, Theo?" his ex-fiancée asks.

"Well... maybe..." he admits, raking his fingers through the top of his long brunette hair. He's not used to keeping things from her, never has been. "You should have just told me, I... I would have tidied up a little."

"Oh, I didn't want you to worry, I'm not staying long." she replies breezily, putting the box in her hands down on the desk. "I need to give you this. If nothing else, so we can move on."

"I thought you already gave me the ring back..." Theo responds, rubbing at his temples because he's still a bit confused by this imposition.

"Yes, I thought so too." Natasha says pointedly. "Anyway. I'm... also here to say goodbye."

"I'm sure you'd rather be with him than bothering to check on me, Tash..." he mumbles quietly.

"I am with him, Theo." she replies, but there's a subtle hint of sympathy in her words. "You need to live with that." Theo stares down at the floor, nodding softly.

"I know." he replies. She slides the ring box closer to him, placing it over the photos like a paperweight. Or maybe like a barrier. Theo momentarily scowls at her for blocking them, but says nothing, watching as she turns to leave. "Wait!" he urges. "Tash, uh..."

"Yes?" she asks, turning back to him only slightly, hesitant. He tilts his head slightly, trying to catch her eye.

"Where did it all go wrong?" he asks a little desperately. "I mean I tried, I really tried, and..."

"Theo..." Tash sighs in a slightly exhausted tone. A tone he knew well from when they were together as her "don't start this again" tone.

"No, no I swear, I'm not trying to get into "us" or anything like that..." he insists genuinely. "It's just that..." He trails off and sighs, deciding to admit it. "I really don't wanna make the same mistake again." Tash seems to relent slightly at that, her expression softening.

"We both made mistakes, Theo." she tells him regrettably. "What you did was... awful but... we were so young, I just... I wasn't ready to be married. I just loved you so much that I didn't want to accept that." Theo nods uncertainly, not really feeling much better.

"You think you'd have ever been ready?" he asks. Her eyebrows raise a little at the question, staring at him as if wondering how honest to be.

"Maybe." she admits. "I mean... not anymore..."

"Sorry..." he mumbles, shaking his head and looking away from her, swallowing. He feels some pretty bad memories trying to resurface and he shakes his head, trying to conjure positive ones instead. "Remember the day I proposed, i-in-"

"The middle of a snowdrift." Natasha interrupts. "Up on Holloway Hill. It was late January." She smiles. "The sunset was early enough you were able to take me out to dinner afterwards."

"You remember." he says curtly, though internally, it grabs him harder than he cares to admit, pulling at his chest.

"You remember." she points out, stepping closer, eyes looking him up and down. "Come on Theo, that spot was really important to you." He nods, all those memories flooding back.

"Remember when we used to go up late at night and watch all the lights flickering all over town?" he says fondly.

"Remember when you used to leave flowers outside my office door between appointments?" she says with a smile back.

"Until the one that..." Theo begins sheepishly.

"...turned out to have bees in." they both finish. Tash laughs, closing her eyes and hanging her head forward. When she opens them back up, she stares hard at Theo.

"Remember how we... dreamed of having a child together?" she asks quietly.

"Y-yes!" Theo replies longingly. "Part of you and part of me, t-together in one... one little person..." Although it's a distant dream now, he can't help but smile thinking of the life they'd begun to plan. She smiles back, nodding lightly. "But... but you're with him now..." he says, a mixture of anger and sadness pulling at the centre of his chest.

"Hey..." she replies softly, realising his upset. "I never planned that with him. Only you, Theo." She steps closer once more standing right above him thoughtfully. She pauses thoughtfully for a moment but then climbs to straddle him. "It has to be you."

"Wait... y-you still want to...?" he asks, blinking at her, slightly shocked. "A-after everything I did...?"

"Don't worry about that." she says somewhat dismissively, hiking her skirt up her thighs. "Just one last time Theo?" she asks, grey-green eyes peering down at him. "Please?" He feels oddly conflicted. He's moving on, he's been moving on. But this is Natasha.

"Y-yes." he replies, a hand moving to her hip as he looks up at her. She smiles back, leaning forward so her long blonde hair brushes against his neck. "One last time..." he echoes. He brings his other hand up to his face and licks his way around two of his fingers, taking them in for one full suck before drifting downwards. The back of his hand brushes against her inner thigh but he wastes no time, pulling her panties to the side and reaching across to her wet folds, sweeping across them softly as she shudders out against him. He rubs his fingers against each other to feel the warm dampness, letting out a subtle groan before grazing upward slightly to her clit.

"Theo..." Natasha gasps. "I... I need you now..." She goes for the button of his jeans, but struggles with it. Theo realises and reaches for it himself, nodding. He wastes no time unbuttoning, unzipping, pulling his underwear down, his cock standing to attention, desperate for her touch. She brushes his length with a practically ice cold hand, but then grips it, her other hand moving to his shoulder as she shifts up then sinks quickly down onto him. She gasps in pleasure again.

"Mmm... Tash..." Theo gasps out. "I've... I've missed you."

"Shhh, my darling." she says, rushed but affectionate. "We can't... we can't waste any time." She lifts herself up and sinks back down on him, and he gasps this time, hands moving either side of her waist and up her sides. This only seems to spur on her eagerness, starting to ride him faster, already seeming desperate for him, and after such a long time without so much as seeing her face, he was desperate too.

He had always been so under her spell, he still remembers days like this in their old house, the dappled sunlight through the blinds on her tanned skin as she glowed above him like a goddess, an angel. His angel, that's what he used to call her, for her last name, D'Angelo. He would have taken that name too, if their engagement hadn't fallen apart the way it did.

After that he had never imagined days like this again. Yet here she was, on top of him like no time had passed. There's nostalgia to it, she's so picture perfect to his memories of her; she looks the same, she definitely feels the same, her warm tightness driving him as crazy as ever.

"Tash..." he pants out as she begins running kisses up his neck feverishly. He pushes himself up into the heat of her. "Fuck... ah... your pussy feels so good..."

"God, Theo..." she gasps out as he inevitably hits the right spot in her over and over again, because he knows her, because he could never forget just how to please her. "He... he never makes me feel this good." she says as if reading his mind, only slamming down on him harder as she leans her head back with a slight chuckle.

"Because he's... he's a dick..." Theo growls through gritted teeth, gripping his hands to her sides tighter, squeezing her ribs hard. "He... he uses you like a toy and he... and he... he got you hurt, a-and-"

"Theo!" Tash says with a slight wheeze, tears seeping out of the corners of her eyes. "You're... you're hurting me again!" Theo jumps his hands back, guilt flooding his stomach warm and heavy and bringing him to a standstill while she remains frozen on top of him, letting out a slight sob of pain.

"F-fuck... I'm sorry..." he breathes. "I'm so s-sorry Tash, I never meant to..." She nods and places a reassuring hand down on his shoulder. "Y-you know I would never intentionally..."

"I know. Shhh, c'mon baby, I know." she assures, but there's a pause. "...you're... still seeing Dr. Kenway, right?" Theo swallows hard, gazing up at her. "Or... someone at least?"

"What's the point?" he asks, shaking his head lightly. "No one could ever... could ever fix me like you."

"Theo, any other psychiatrist could help you." she insists. "I'm not any better professionally just because you fell in love with me, the doctors I set you up with after we got together were great for you."

"N-no!" he insists. "They weren't you. They weren't perfect."

"That's your OCD talking." she points out with a raised brow.

"OK, see!" he points out insistently, looking up at her and pushing her hair back. "You were... perfect... everything..." He begins to run his hand down her neck and into the low neckline of her blouse, his hand grazing across her breasts through her bra, picking up her breathing again. She begins undoing the buttons and he slides both hands upward, finding her nipples standing through the fabric and rubbing his thumbs over them. "I was good for you too, Natasha." he reminds her. "I got better... I would have done anything for you..."

"I... know..." she replies breathily. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back a little, grabbing at the arms of the chair and starting to rock her hips against him, letting out soft moans as he continues to stimulate her.

"We had a life together..." he points out, hands moving to her back and pulling her close to bury his head in her chest, planting soft kisses against it. He reaches a hand down under her skirt, fingers grazing her clit again, only this time far more firmly, those moans growing in intensity as her pace quickens, suddenly more desperate for him than ever. "You deserve so much better than him..." he tells her bitterly even in spite of his soft actions.

"It's... your fault... I'm... stuck with him..." she points out through heavy breaths. "Pretty much... forever... now..." Theo barely hears the words though, because he knows that tone oh so well.

"Shh..." he tells her, rubbing faster at her clit, his other hand still wrapped around her back as he thrusts up into her again. "Shhhhhh, my angel, just let me please you, OK? You... you deserve to feel good one last time..."

"Yes..." she whimpers. "Yes.... yes, Theo... god..." She grips the chair hard and leans back slightly, her moans ascending further into high whines as he begins to feel her clench around him, her legs shaking as he brings her to her climax, still bucking up into her, feeling oddly frustrated at not being synced up at her. In fact as she leans forward hazily, kissing at his neck, he feels oddly dissatisfied himself despite the pride of pleasing her.

"Should I get off...?" she whispers softly against his ear. "Now you've got me off..." she adds with a slightly euphoric giggle.

"N-no..." he insists, shifting his hands to her hips again and attempting to go faster even though it's clear he seems to be getting nowhere. His own body is denying him. "I want to cum in you... I... I want to put a baby in you like you said..."

"I know." Natasha breathes back, still all flushed and breathy and smiling just like she always was after orgasm. "I want that too. But you can't, Theo." she said. "You know why you can't." Theo swallows. He doesn't want to say it aloud and make it real, but...

"Because... you're not really here." he finally admits, looking at her sadly. "Because I-"

"Shhhh..." she says, pressing a finger to his lips. "It's OK. You won't do it again." She hesitates, pulling off of him and sitting back slightly with a soft, closed-mouth moan. "But you're going to have to do this for yourself, my love." she instructs him, touching those chilled fingertips to his wrist. Theo nods, reaching down and taking his dick in his hand, stroking it to the pace she'd been riding him.

"That's it, darling." she urges. "Play with that beautiful cock for me."

"You were always s-so good to me... my angel..." Theo murmurs as he squeezes his eyes tight shut as he pumps faster. "You were always so sweet to me... so... nice..."

"You have a type..." she teases, leaning forward and planting a kiss to his forehead, running her hand to his face. "Maybe if you think about your next beau you'll get there faster."

"Don't... get... jealous..." he teases back, letting out a breathy chuckle. "It's not like... you didn't... move on..."

"Well, look where that got me." she mutters a little darkly, but the subtle dig has a markedly unsubtle effect on Theo.

The image of Natasha and the man she'd been with covered in blood flashed vividly across his mind.

He hadn't meant to do it.

He really hadn't.

He had just wanted to go over there and talk to her. See if they could work things out again, because he loved her, and he was truly sorry for everything, he didn't want to lose her. But when he peered through the crack in the door to her bedroom, the room that used to be his bedroom too, and saw the way that prick had her bent over and absolutely screaming his name, he saw red... and then they all did.

"I-I'm not even w-with anyone yet..." he replies, desperate to change the subject all of a sudden because it was overwhelming to think about. He didn't even want a reminder that not only was the Natasha in front of him a complete apparition... but likely one his own mind was insane enough to concoct.

"Yes but you have plans, don't you?" she pushes, with a surprisingly approving tone. "Imagine how good it will feel... having someone to fuck again..."

"Tash..." he whimpers out, but she only draws closer as the memory of her sweet scent envelops him, but...

No...

No that's not Tash's scent he's imagining...

It's the scent of a shirt he very nearly stole... that of a far newer love...

"Fuck... yes... I want... I want t-to be inside..." he says in fragmented whispers, no longer talking to Natasha, not really. "Inside of you..."

"Having someone to cum inside of again..." she continues in a low, slightly commanding voice beside his ear. "...Do it, Theo."

"Y-yeah... fuck... oh... fuck... I-I'm cumming..." Theo moans, his back arching in the chair as his hand, stomach and a good deal of his pants are coated with his release, the warmth flowing through his body as his mind spins thinking of burying himself deep inside of his beloved...

When he opens his eyes again, the hallucination of Natasha hasn't left. She's staring down at him with interest. "Good job, baby." she says with a wink as she rubs at his thigh. But he only sees it, he doesn't really feel it. He's returning to reality, or rather reality is dragging him back.

"That's why you've come back..." he murmurs through panted breaths as he begins to piece it all together. "Because you... know."

"Of course I know, Theo... I'm just a part of your subconscious." she reminds him, her other hand still pressed to the side of his face, ice cold. "I want you to do it. To move on." She looks to the desk beside him, stroking a hand over one of the photos he has there. The ring box has disappeared. The barrier has lifted. "Can you do it, though?"

Theo stares hard at one of the pictures again, and all his feelings come rushing back, and he knows then, that even if Natasha, the real, living, breathing Natasha, was here in front of him, he wouldn't choose her. He couldn't. "Yes." he replies, as a smile graces his lips. "I'm in love."

"That's what I needed to hear." she tells him. "Because it's what you needed to hear, Theo." He nods, swallows. He has enough self-awareness to understand that. That she's a part of him. But it still makes him feel better. To hear it from her lips. He stares up at her one last time, Tash, his Tash, then leans up slightly and kisses her on the cheek.

"Goodbye, Natasha." he tells her.

"Goodbye my love." his angel whispers back, before she fades away forever.

Trivia: (this wasn't a feature I had on my fics when I did GKtober but it is now!) -The object of Theo's affections in the photos is obviously MC. -The ring box is obviously a hallucination too. When Theo says he thought she gave it back already- the real Natasha did before she died. The ring box is supposed to be the last barrier to Theo giving into his love for MC and moving on from Natasha. This is also why when he says he thought that, she thought it too- because she is him. -It's supposed to be a little up to interpretation whether Natasha is some sort of ghost(hence this whole idea being based on the yokai prompt) or a complete hallucination, but hallucination is more my intention. -Theo killed both Natasha and her new partner so when they both talk about her being "with him" and Natasha says it's Theo's fault she's with him, it's a reference to them both being dead -This is the mistake Theo says he doesn't want to make again (with the MC) -This is also the reason Natasha says she'll now never be ready for marriage because of him -Equally, her being a figment of Theo's imagination is why they both remember the same things -Honestly there's a lot more things that hit differently reading back through with the context of what happened!

#nsfw #oc: theodore kingswell #oc: natasha d'angelo #human nature (murder sim)#gorekinktober 2024 #loms gorekinktober #gorekinktober #don't ask why my formatting always fucks up after posting

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