#//Same as the last one. Please tell me if I should tag anything else.

[timetravelerpyrite]

I'm not leaving you mutt.

I am dragging you back home and putting you on the tightest leash I can find.

Once I do you will NEVER get away from me. NEVER.

NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER!

-💎

[ERROR ASK NOT DELIVERED.] [WARNNING, VIRUS LAUNCHED.]

🌑🌈: HAVE FUN WITH YOUR SYSTEM BRICKED, TELL THE CREATORS I SAY HI =] TALK TO MY CHOSEN LIKE THAT AGAIN AND I WILL DO MORE THAN BRICK YOUR DEVICES.

[grimmsbride]

▗▬̸̎͞/̄͆̅ ̎ ̎̿͞͞͞͞͞͞͞͞ι̚━─ ⠀ NYCTOPHILLIAC ⠀ ⠀ 𑄼ల۫ thanos / reader

getting caught up in thanos’s web was a mistake, especially when it interfered with your sleep.

𓂂 ͜ᩘ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘𑣿 ⁣⁣⠀ TAGS unconsensual voyuerism (thanos & reader have sexual relations in her bed while everyone is asleep. even though they are asleep, i still put this warning because i know some people can get uncomfortable). ooc thanos (first time writing for him). oral sex (fem. receiving). porn no plot. mentions of past sexual relations. fingering. dirty talk. unrealistic expectations of quiet sex(?). overuse of pet names (senorita, mama, etc.) etc.

𓂂 ͜ᩘ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘𑣿 ⁣⁣⠀ NOTES please heed the warning above as i would hate to make anyone uncomfortable while reading this fic. with that said please enjoy and i apologize for any grammar mistakes or typos.

Despite different games being assigned each day, it all felt the same — as if you had just stepped inside this odd room, surrounded by strangers that held far too many similarities with you. You couldn’t count the amount of times you flinched or teared up as you watched and heard bullets tear people apart, how their strangled cries escaped in a last ditch effort to somehow convince the ruthless guards to spare them. You nearly screamed yourself when blood hit your cheek, tainting the already sweaty area — which you gingerly cleaned up the moment you got time to.

You somehow survived, in just the nick of time too. You wondered if you had any right to be happy for your victory, or you should be remorseful for all the lives lost today. You pondered it for a complete moment before deciding doing so was useless, and not impertinent to your current situation.

Getting out with enough money was of the upmost importance, nothing more and nothing less.

Which is why you were quick to settle into bed the moment the opportunity arose, slipping out of your socks and jacket, pulling the blanket up over yourself, and shutting your eyes. The world around you seemed to cease — aside from the old man’s snoring beside you — your body melting into the mattress. Sleep was the only comfort you could afford to cling to in this situation, anything else was an unnecessary distraction.

Including the one that stood infront of you, taking form as a purple-haired devil.

You never intended to get entangled with any of the other contestants. You could smile and cheer together, but it wasn’t a secret how quickly that relationship could turn sour. Mixing any type of deeper attachments just seemed like a bad idea.

But you fucked up horribly, one thing leading to another, with you in the arms of a man named Thanos, who said just the right words at the time.

You promised yourself that one time was it, you wouldn’t slip up again. You couldn’t afford to slip up anyway.

“Thanos.. go away.” You murmured, courteous of the other contestants around you. You wondered if the two of you were the only ones awake.

Through the dimmed room you could spot Thanos tilting his head, elbow pressing against your bed as he leaned closer.

“C’mon don’t be like that.. just checking on you.”

You rolled your eyes, growing more frustrated by the minute. You desperately wanted sleep- actually, you needed it. You refused to suffer the next morning, especially since your life was literally on the line. You adjusted your pillow, basically staring daggers into the man.

“I’m fine, now, go to your own bed—“

“And.. I’m also cold.”

You blinked rapidly, nearly slapping that stupid smile right off his face. You decided to turn your back to him, ignoring that soft sound of disapproval he released.

“Wear your jacket or something.. hell— steal your friend’s blanket. Just let me sleep.”

You chose to ignore the second sound he released, which seemed to be an unusually pitiful whine, mixed with an obnoxious groan. You wanted to tell him off for his volume, but decided not to— trying to seem as stern as possible so he could finally leave you alone.

But Thanos wasn’t the type to let up, something you quickly learned the moment you met him. Seeing as his fingers began to graze your blanket, rising closer just so his lips were hovering over your ear.

“But you’re right here.. can’t we share some warmth until morning? You wouldn’t want me to freeze, right?”

Thanos’s words were tempting, as usual. Whether you liked to admit it or not, he knew just what to say. Which is why you called him a devil, a sickening demon with that silver tongue.

You bit the inside of your cheek, desperately trying to fight mind over matter. Not only was this bad for your sleep, you were also at risk for breaking some unknown rule. And if you got shot over cuddling, you would definitely haunt this place like a vengeful spirit.

But in the end you gave in, the reason fleeting at the moment. You could only focus on the fact he would hopefully shut up when he got what he wanted. So, wordlessly, you brought up the blanket behind you; hearing his small giddy voice as he climbed in with you.

At least the man was nice enough to allow most of the blanket to cover you, the rest of your exposed self covered by his larger frame. Thanos made quick work of wrapping his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him as his face found your neck.

“You have to leave before morning.”

Whether acknowledging you or not, the man just let out a hum, lips treading across your warm skin in the process. With a shiver you attempted to focus on sleep, admitting to yourself that the extra warmth was comforting. It also allowed you to truly relax, knowing your back was covered— literally.

Your hand found the back of his, fingers spreading along it as your eyes settled shut. You felt your self slipping in slowly, body growing heavier as that relaxation began to reach its peak.

Only to tumble down the moment you felt a thumb play at the waistband of your pants.

“Thanos..”

“Hm?”

You slowly turned your head, tight-lipped and squinting at him through the darkness. “Don’t fucking hm, me— what are you doing?”

The shit-eating grin that developed was telling, his thumb now slithering under your shirt and rubbing small circles into your skin.

“Not a thing.. yet.”

“We’re supposed to be sleeping!”

The man was quick to raise his free hand, placing a taunting finger to his lips. “Don’t wake the others Señorita, that’ll be just plain rude.” The circles on your skin continued, Thanos closer as his lips brushed against your own yet didn’t fully touch.

“This will help you sleep better. Erasing alll your worries in the blink of an eye.” He breathed, eyes flicking low as if attempting to see beneath the blanket. Instead his hand did the seeing for him, fingers breaching your pants and underwear; tips stroking your soft cunt. He couldn’t help the little twitch of a smile the moment he felt you release a strangled breath, using two long fingers to spread you open to his hand.

And when your lips parted to speak, his own covered them; a gentle kiss that caused your mind to grow dizzy. You couldn’t help your legs spreading, hand wrapping around Thanos’s wrist the moment you felt him at your clit. He rolled his thumb so perfectly, applying delicious pressure to the little bud that caused you to see stars.

The moment you needed to breathe you regretted leaving his lips, seeing as you struggled to keep your voice down. He wasn’t even touching you much yet here you were, panting and releasing the softest moan. With a quick raise of your hand, you covered your mouth— teeth biting into the flesh the moment you felt a finger slowly sink into your wetness.

“Wish I could see..” The soft comment made you groan softly, hips rising the moment he began to piston his finger. Within moments a second was joining, scissoring you open and plunging deeper then your own fingers could. Your eyebrows knitted close, the pain of your bite washing away with each thrust of his digits.

“Thanos.. please..”

“Oh no.. keep your voice to yourself— I wouldn’t want anyone else to hear how pretty you sound.”

As usual his words held such a teasing tone, face moving back to your neck to kiss and bite gently. Even with his small request the man wasn’t making the situation any easier, especially when his thumb moved right back to your sensitive clit; rubbing those same dizzy inducing circles.

You felt way too good right now, your body practically shaking with how much you struggled to keep in. The thought of anyone waking up right now with you in this state — under the mercy of a certain purple-haired, tattooed rapper — was a thought you couldn’t even imagine without your heart pounding with anxiety.

The best thing to do would be to push him off before things progressed. You hadn’t a clue how far he wanted to take this, nor did you think it would end in time for the lights to cut on. And Thanos wasn’t a creep, he would listen to you the moment you expressed actual discomfort from the situation. But you weren’t, that pain you felt all day, that anguish; did truly wash away in seconds just from the flick of his fingers.

The thrusts against your velvety, soaked walls were perfect— your eyes rolling to find your skull the moment the ferocity increased. A metallic taste invaded your mouth from how bad you were biting yourself, but you didn’t care; it was a concern for morning [Name], not horny [Name] who was currently being cared for by the hottest contestant in this god forsaken place.

“Oh, all this clenching— you’re close aren’t you? Can barely get my fingers out.”

The smile in his speech was obvious, breath fanning against your skin as he urged you more and more; curling his fingers just right to hear your muffled sounds peak into a small squeal.

Your nails dragged across his tattooed hand, feeling it flex with each movement of his fingers. Your mind was growing cloudy, barely being able to register the words that were being pressed right against your ear.

“How about I get a taste, huh? Wanna come all in my mouth, mama.. it’ll be such an easy clean up.”

Before you could even think to speak Thanos was pulling his hand out from within you. You had little time to protest when you felt him grabbing your blanket, pulling it over his body as he crawled down your own. Your eyes slowly widened, realizing his words and actions; a new sheen of sweat finding your skin. Your nerves were on fine at this point, inner mind screaming to tell him to do anything else but that.

However, the moment you felt him pulling down your pants and his lips finding your pretty cunt, all hope was lost. The back of your head quickly found your pillow, hand going right back to your mouth to bite down even harsher than before. His tongue exited his mouth in a long stride, gliding across your wet center, and parting you easily.

Thanos created similar ministrations with the tip of his tongue like his thumb, circling your bud and slowly pulling it between his lips. There, he began to suck, the sound noisy but muffled by your blankets and other’s snoring.

Muffled gasps pushed against your skin, hips rising and legs closing around his head; bringing him even closer to you. The peak that was steadily approached seemed to pick up speed far too quickly, your mind turning to mush.

No more were you number so-so, victim to madmen and their sick games. No, you were simply [Name], moaning wantonly with little care for the environment around you.

Your other hand slithered under the blanket, finding his hair and tugging the soft tresses; feeling them stick between the gaps of your fingers. Shamelessly you rubbed against his face, desperate for that sweet release. Your pussy convulsed with each struggled breath you took, stars impeding your vision as you got closer and closer.

You felt it before you heard it, Thanos’s sweet urges right into your pussy. His wet words of make me a mess, pretty girl— don’t hold back on me now, causing you to tip over the line.

His mouth latched to you, drinking up your release as if you tasted better than any drug within his cross. It didn’t help he was practically praising your taste, a sloppy groan being delivered right into your pussy. Gingerly, Thanos licked you clean, assuring not a single drop was left.

Only when the man was fully satisfied did he let up, climbing up from the blanket and popping his head out to look down at you.

“See, it helped— you can barely keep your eyes open right now.”

You released a soft breath, a mix of a chuckle and a sigh as you stared up at the man. “You gonna let me sleep now?” You spoke softly, watching his wet lips curl into a gentle smile.

“Of course. Good night, [Name].”

[kaorucup]

Saving A New Wish: One Show with All (Fairly) Odds Against It

Fairly OddParents: A New Wish is a sequel that managed to surprise almost everybody.

At this point, everyone knows the story of how this popular Nicktoon ended up falling off.....hard. So obviously, when A New Wish was initially announced, no one really expected anything good to come out of it.

Fast forward to now, and there's been a new wave of fans that love this series— including me! Maybe like me, some fans out there started caring about FOP was directly because of this sequel! Whether fans started enjoying since the pilot leaked or since Peri made his first appearance, they've all shown the same amount of love they have for A New Wish.

However, there's been many fans, old and new, around the world that have been waiting to be able to properly watch the series. A New Wish is a co-production with Nickelodeon and Netflix, meaning that the latter has the worldwide distribution rights to the series.

Before I mention something very important to this post, let me share a very important story from Ashleigh Hairston, voice of Hazel and co-executive producer:

(If this image should be removed, please let me know.)

There's an important part of this story I'd like to highlight too:

To give a quick idea of how Netflix renews its shows:

Netflix will see how many users actually complete the entire first season, so it would unfortunately matter if the show gets 50 million viewers. Why? Because if only less than 50% of those viewers watch every single episode, the show will not be renewed.

Basically, it's up to Netflix to choose whether the show gets cancelled or renewed.

If you're like me, a person who is worried about another good show being cancelled, you'd support this show. A New Wish is a show made with love, and while it's not perfect, it's one of my favorite shows already. So even if you're interested in this show or not, you can try supporting the show by:

-Watching it all for the first time if you're new!

-Rewatching it all, including episodes you may have missed

-Same as the last, but in your second language's dub!

-Leaving full episodes on as background noise (Just remember to tell Netflix you're still watching, views are views!)

-RATE POSITIVELY IF NETFLIX ASKS YOU TO!!!

-Posting anything with FOP with the hashtag #GreenlightFOPANWS2 and tag @nickelodeon , @nickanimation , and @netflix!!

I truly hope this show gets a second season!! I mean, listen to Peri! You're in for a great time anyway, so please watch every episode on Netflix on NOVEMBER 14TH!!!

(11/5) AN IMPORTANT THING YOU CAN DO IF YOU'RE RESUBSCRIBING TO NETFLIX OR MAKING A NEW ACCOUNT:

PLEASE DO NOT USE YOUR NETFLIX ACCOUNT FOR ANYTHING ELSE UNTIL NOVEMBER 14TH!!! LIKE THE POST SAYS, SHOW NETFLIX YOU CAME BACK FOR ANW

[lewisvinga]

because i liked a boy | carlos sainz x fem! reader

part two.

summary; an unnecessary hate train all because y/n liked a boy

fc; nicki nicole

warnings; death threats, kys comment, slut shaming, cursing , carlos kinda eh here sorry 😣

notes; requested! i would’ve used sabrina carpenter as a fc but i love nicki nicole sm i had to use her 😣

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yourusername: tqqqq🥹

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username: oh!

username: well….

username: TE AMO Y/N!!!!

username: out of all ppl you love her??😀

username: she’s prettyyy

username: she’s cute ig😕

alexandrasaintmleux: pretty girl 💗

yourusername: ily!!!

username: alex, run!!

username: didn’t carlos JUST break up w isa ???

username: like 2 weeks ago, i 100% believe y/n is a homewrecker 💀💀

username: baby she’s a whole slut 💀

username: not liking this dark aesthetic, isa was classy and cute this is something else🤢

username: no way this is carlos type 😭😭

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yourusername: the last picture 😭 you’re so unseriouss

carlossainz55: but you love it 🥸

username: hard launching your new relationship 2 weeks after breaking up w isa?? hmmm suspicious

username: CARLOS VACATION PICS!!!!!!

username: ew y/n

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username: i knoww, these bitter fans should stay away from her😒

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username: this would’ve been such a good post without y/n😒😒😒

username: we miss isa!!!

username: isa was the best wag come on now

username: she’s such a slut

username: why are you dating a homewrecker ???

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yourusernams: a week w my faves

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username: not her hanging out w her ex during a race weekend….

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username: no carlos???

username: not her missing carlos win just to hang out w her ex 😕

carlossainz55: ❤️ liked by yourusername !

username: we can save you carlos!!

username: hanging out w all those guys, she’s such a slut

username: carlos doesn’t deserve you!!

username: isa is 10x better, she dresses and looks better, is a supportive girlfriend, and doesn’t miss wins just to hang out w a bunch of guys! what a slut you are

username: i think the world would be better without you

username: kys

username: slut!

username: girl just break up w carlos atp we know you’re just a rebound😭😭😭😭

the comments on this post have been limited!

y/n 💗

you know i’m tired of this, carlos.

carlos❤️

mi vida [my life], you know i can’t do anything

y/n 💗

yes you can??

just one post clarifying that you broke up with isa weeks before announcing it publicly and way before you started dating me??

and that YOU made the first move, not me

carlos ❤️

it’s not easy you know

i’m a big public figure, i can’t just post things whenever i want

y/n 💗

carlos, so am i

i have a pr team too

but if MY fans were attacking you and sending you death threats, i would post something anyways

carlos ❤️

it’s not the same, amor

y/n 💗

your fans are constantly comparing me to isa, they’re constantly slut shaming me for even appearing in the back of a picture of yours or for hanging out with my guy friends

they’re sending my death threats , telling me to kms and you won’t do anything?

carlos ❤️

it’s complicated, please, amor

i can’t control them, a post won’t change their mind

please, just calm down and we can talk more when i get home

y/n 💗

okay, fine

yourusername uploaded to their story!

[caption 1; back in the studio 🎧] [caption 2; pov: after pulling an all nighter in the studio😵‍💫 ]

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yourusername: thank you everyone for all the love and support 🩷 and thank you for my girls who have been by my side 💗🫂

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lilymhe: we need a girls night every night 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

yourusername: i agree 😩

alexandrasaintmleux: always by your side , pretty girl!! 🫂

yourusername: luv luv u🫶

carmenmmundt: all we need is a couple glasses of wine and we tear up the night

carmenmmundt: always by your side 4eva 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🫂

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username: hot single y/n is back, when we getting that album??

yourusername: you think because i liked a boy was the only thing i worked on? soon bby xx

[always-just-red]

HIIIIII congrats on 200 followers!! Can I have a Zayne smut fic pleasee?? Like the reader sees him wearing scrubs for the first time and she finds him hot or (reverse) him seeing the reader in uniform for the first time? Thank you!!

Sorry it's taken me so long to get around to this! '200 followers' is like a punch in the face reminding me how long this has been in the queue haha, but thank you so much! ❤ I don't write smut I'm afraid but this is a quick lil build-up to a cliff-hanger, so if any of the talented smut writers out there wanna write a part 2? Go for it! And tag me so I can read it link it here for everyone to enjoy!! Smut writers, I summon you!!! ✨🔥✨🔥✨✨

Professionalism

Zayne x Reader ❄

Summary: You love a man in uniform! Or... well, scrubs or whatever.

Genre: Suggestive (not smut sorryyy)

Warnings/Additional tags: still PG i guess since it cuts off before anything happens? gn!reader, established relationship, inappropriate workplace behaviour (shame on you Dr Zayne!!)

| Word count: 1.7k | Masterlist | Opt-in to my taglist here!

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

You’re not quite sure when this game started, but you’re going to win.

It was unassuming at first— harmless, even innocent little acts that slipped into something else altogether, as they so often do. Almost like falling in love: it snuck up on you. Coincidences— a chance meeting in the park, an accidental brush of two hands— become suddenly calculated. You take the reins from fate; you walk in the park where he takes his lunch, and he takes his lunch in the park where you walk. How fortunate it is, that you’re always running into one another.

Yes, this has been like falling in love. And neither one of you is naïve.

It’s dark outside the hospital. The stars are contesting the scattered, infinite lights of Linkon and you watch them through a window, finding meanings and shapes. They’ve a warmer glow than the cold, white, clinical lights in here.

“Could I get you something while you wait?” Yvonne asks, peeking over the top of the reception desk. She sounds anxious, and you can make a pretty good guess as to why.

“I’m fine. Thank you, though, really,” you smile cheerfully back.

She humours you with one in return. “I’m sure Dr Zayne will be along shortly,” she titters nervously, trying to fill the quiet. “He was with his last patient of the round when I spoke to him. It shouldn’t have been too much trouble, he must be— ah! Dr Greyson!”

The man was just passing through, face buried in a clipboard, but he stops at Yvonne’s greeting.

You lift a hand. “Hey, Greyson.”

“Hey!” He squints at something he’s read. “What a coincidence! I was just saying to Zayne it’s been a while since you paid us a—” he looks up and loses his train of thought. 

“Visit?” you finish.

“Umm… yes,” he chuckles, with the kind of reluctance that tells you he can’t decide if he’s falling victim to some prank. It’s the same anxiousness you’ve inflicted on poor Yvonne. He tests the waters with a: “Rough day at work?”

You beam at him. You’re sat with your usually pristine uniform marred by swathes of half-dried blood, too dark to be human. Not one bit of it is yours. By some miracle, you managed to perfectly dodge every swipe of that Wanderer’s claws today. Rolled out the way of every flying piece of rubble. “You should see the other guy,” you say, then double back, “well, the other thing.”

Greyson gives a stiff grin, still sceptical, but you’ve almost won him over. Nonchalantly, you reach for one of two brown paper bags at your side, then hold it out to him. “Here, for you!”

He tucks his clipboard under his arm, then comes over and takes it. There’s a soft crinkle as he unfurls the top. Sneaks a glance inside. His face lights up. “Thank you,” he enthuses, his hand diving in to retrieve a large chocolate-chip cookie— one of many. “Yvonne, would you like—”

She holds up her own paper bag. Greyson chuckles again, tucking into the treat. Like Zayne, he’s prone to working through his breaks, and you know he’s so often starving. Midway through a bite, he looks up at you, frowning. “Is this a bribe?” he mumbles, cheeks so full you almost can’t make out the question.

You smile at him pleasantly.

He chews slowly— connecting the dots. “No questions asked?” he guesses with a raised eyebrow.

“No questions asked,” you nod.

It’s a fair trade. The cardiac surgeon thinks it over, his eyes narrowed at you behind his glasses. He takes another suspenseful bite of the cookie. Chews. Swallows. Then there’s the broadest grin you’ve seen yet. “Works for me! I don’t want to know.”

With a nod to Yvonne, he carries on down the corridor, shooting you a knowing wink as he passes. You adore that man. Hell, half the hospital staff feel like family. You’d lay down your life for them, but you also delight in having them wrapped around your finger, albeit, with the help of a cookie or two.

You’re so busy watching Greyson leave that you don’t notice his absence has already been filled. Not at first, anyway, but then you feel it: hazel eyes on you.

You turn to meet them. Zayne stands, one hand curled around a small stack of paperwork, the other retrieving his glasses from his face. He tucks them into his breast pocket. “What a pleasant surprise,” he says, and the enthusiasm has been carved out of his words and replaced with suspicion.

“Hey, doctor,” you tease, lifting the last of your care packages from the coffee table. “Thought I’d join you for your break before I head home. Do you mind?”

His gaze flits over you, and it isn’t the honourable inspection he’d claim it to be if you dared call him out on it. He’s trying not to look again. “Of course not.”

This would usually earn you a sheepish smile, or a kiss on the cheek, but you’re angling for something else today. Victory. Look at him: he knows.

Like you said, neither one of you is naïve.

…

All right— knife to your throat?— you have an inkling as to how this started.

It was a more honest version of this: you’d stopped by the hospital, a few months ago, to boost the morale of a certain doctor and his hard-working team with some coffee from down the road. The machine in the staff room was broken, and by multiple accounts: made shitty coffee, anyway. So you often found yourself, hot drinks in hand, trying to catch Zayne on one of his few breaks.

(You miss that old coffee machine. They’ve replaced it, now.)

One morning, you were a little too late. Zayne had been called on to assist with a surgery, and you almost clashed in the corridor— you hadn’t recognised him at first. He was out of his usual attire: dressed head to toe in his medical scrubs. Despite the rush he was in, he made time to flash you a gentle smile. Said you could wait in his office; he wouldn’t be long.

You never did give a coherent answer. There was something about seeing him like that— so professional, so in his element. Off to save someone’s life, probably. Gods, he was amazing, and he just looked so, so good. 

Zayne knew from the start, of course; he’s so perceptive when it comes to you.

You used to feel guilty— positively sinful— until you caught that look in his eye, one day after work. You’d gotten to his place, kicked your boots off while he watched from the couch, enamoured, but you hadn’t noticed. You’d been complaining about a Wanderer. You were a mess: your hair, your uniform.

You remember looking up, and there it was. A flicker of something dark in his gaze.

He was quick to disguise it. Always quick to disguise it, because he’s a gentleman.

It’s been an unspoken war of attrition since then, and you’re both determined to outlast the other. You pick and choose your battles; there are times Xavier tries to drag you to the Association’s medics for surface scrapes and bruises, but you turn him down: you have a doctor at home, thank you very much.

Zayne tends to every wound with tight lips and steady hands. You’d feel bad, but…

He sometimes turns up to your dates still wearing his lab coat. (He left his regular coat at home again, and it’s cold outside, isn’t it? A lab coat is better than nothing.)

Last week, he really pushed his luck. He was demonstrating a new experimental technique in the operating theatre, and Greyson insisted you come along to watch. It was so innovative, he said. Zayne was working something of a miracle, he said.

So here you are, fighting back.

“Well?” Zayne asks. He’s sitting back in his chair while you ‘straighten’ his tie.

You’re perched on his desk, not listening. “Hmm?”

He catches your hand gently, using it to pull you closer, so you’re forced to meet his eyes. His tone is low. “What did I just say?”

You glance down again. Chuckle: “Something about responsibility?” 

A finger lifts your chin, tilting your gaze back up. “It’s inappropriate,” Zayne says.

“What’s inappropriate?”

“You know what you’re doing.”

“No,” you mutter, and the finger on your chin can’t keep you from staring at his lips. You speak a whisper of enticement: “Tell me what I’m doing.”

Will he do it— say it— after all this time? Put it to words so that it might finally be acted upon? Break, you will him, looking into his eyes, because the last stunt he pulled pushed you over the edge, and you can’t hold on much longer. It’s starting to hurt.

All in. You are going to fall, so you’ve got nothing to lose by trying to bring him down with you.

“It’s just a uniform, Zayne,” you smile innocently. “But if it bothers you that much… I could always take it off.”

Your doctor stares at you, his expression refusing to melt. Then he lets out a sigh. In the beat of a heart he’s up out of his chair, striding away from his desk, away from you.

“Zayne?”

Now he’s not listening. He’s by the door, taking his lab coat down from a hook and threading his arms through the sleeves. He fixes the cuffs, straightens it, but that’s where the motions of habit end. His fingers don’t make it to the buttons, and of course you notice; you’re not naïve.

Zayne turns to you, and there’s no disguising that look in his eyes and its common counterpart: a rare, inevitable smile. Complete surrender. He locks the door with a click.

Ha.

You were always going to win, weren’t you?

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Love notes (Charles Leclerc)

A look into Charles' notebook allows words and feelings to be exposed

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"And you want me to tell you that code?", you asked Charles over the phone.

Your boyfriend needed to go to the bank to sort a few errands out, and since you had finished moving the last boxes of your belongings to his apartment, you stayed back to tidy them and organise them within the apartment. As it turns out, he forgot to take the documents with the codes.

"Yes, please amour - it's in my notebook on my desk on the office", Charles asked, "I think I went as far as taking the paper out a little so it peeks out but I forgot to take it with me", you could hear the smile and blush on his face.

"Let me go there - don't you mind me looking on your notebook though?", you said as you moved through the apartment, "by the way, I have already found some space in the kitchen for mug collection - yay! Okay, found the notebook - is it the document with your signature or the one that has the details?", you questioned.

"The one with the signature, at the end, left side", Charles repeated what the bank assistant was telling him so he could help you find what he wanted, "and it's the third and fifth number on the Mobile Key".

"Okay, I have it - it's 4 and 1", you informed him, "those are the third and fifth numbers".

"Merci amour, I don't think I need anything else! Once I finish up here, I'll head home to you, I love you! And Y/N, I trust you with everything I have - I have nothing to hide", he offered, making you bid him goodbye before ending the call.

His words ressonated with you as you flickered through the pages, noticing some doddles and racing notes before you decided to look at it from the beggining.

The first page had what looked like a poem and it dated back to the end of 2016.

My father told me to be careful

- Try to slow down a little

You don't ponder nor stay still

You don't belong or give yourself to anywhere

He said - my boy, you know what you're capable of

The world awaits you, go ahead and smile

You don't want to be left behind

It's not been easy dealing with everything. There's hope and there's the want to do more to prove everyone that I belong in Formula One. Still, I'm happy that Prema decided to have me race for them next year in Formula Two and things should go up from there. Time and patience, work and rest. Spending time with the people I love most and care about me the most.

Y/N also progressed on her studies and she's doing really well - she makes our friend group very proud! The guys are investing on their careers too and it's nice to see that, in a way, we're all growing up.

The page went on about all the whereabouts of the group, who had gotten together with someone, who had moved out of their parents' house and the ones who got work offers. There were jotted up plans for the summer holidays that, in hindsight, were mostly realized.

When you turned it to the next one, the poem continued with the same tone.

My mother said to me

- You have to see what's happening

That girl is much more than a friend

And you don't want to lose her

She reads it in my eyes

Or in my open soul

I don't know how she does it

But no matter how much I deny it

My mother is always right

I really like Y/N. Not just as a friend, but also as someone who I want to share my life with.

Whenever someone wonders how I think my life will be like in five, ten, fifteen years, she's always there. There's racing - me climbing up the ladder to points, podiums, wins and championships -, and there is my family.

Y/N and our own family.

Mum claims she noticed it since we were kids and that right now is the right time. Y/N is single again and I can't afford to lose her. Lose her as a friend or lose the opportunity to confess my feelings, or the worst one: lose her because she doesn't feel the same or feel like being in a relationship right now?

It's funny how this works, how much I care about her and how it hurts me when she isn't feeling well. Or how bad I feel because I keep missing some of her university milestones because I'm racing somewhere in the world but she always call me and I'm right in her hand while her family and our friends are in the stands or waiting area.

Even though I'm the one that's furthest away, she keeps me close.

Charles had notes about you? He always carried the little notebook around but you assumed it was because of important information he wrote there. You didn't expect this.

His words rang in your ears as, while your boyfriend had told you he had been crushing on you for a while, he had never admitted feeling this doubt. Not to this extent.

Suddenly, it felt like you were taking a look from a different angle at Charles' soul. The intimacy and vulnerability wasn't foreign and you fell in love with him a little bit more.

Today is the day to get closer

To face her and see what she says

And if luck follows me

As I'm writing this, I hope Y/N is getting ready to meet me in the park. She looks beautiful in anything, but I'm hoping she wears one of her dresses that make her look like a real life princess.

Maybe we will be happy

What I have planned isn't elaborate, because I don't think she would like a big production, and I hope it's enough to show her where I stand.

I asked maman for some help with the cakes and cookies and got the rest from the shop, we're going to have a picnic and I've decided today is the day where I tell her how I fell about her.

There is no point in hiding it, and Joris and Riccardo seem so sure that she shares the same affection.

Today is the day to grab her

I hope she does.

To be with the one I always wanted

And if the nervous voice doesn't fail

Y/N said yes to being my girlfriend!!! As it turns out, she does feel the same and we both agree that it was a mixture of stubbornness and bad timing for eachother. Now, it's the right place and the right time.

I hope we will be happy

The memory is clear as day on your mind.

I confessed how much I love her and she reciprocated it.

Charles asked you to meet up with him at the park because he wanted to talk to you. The seriousness of the text was confirmed when you arrived, Charles pacing around the picnic blanket until his eyes found yours.

"I can't pretend anymore", he said, "you're the first person I look for when I get somewhere I know you will be too, I can't stand to see you hurt or upset and I will kick myself every day if I'm ever the reason you hurt, which I hope I'll never be. You deserve the world, Y/N, the moon and the stars, and I'm going to get them for you because I love you", he offered.

You had been so dumbfounded that you could only approach him and kiss his lips, cupping his face closer to yours, "I've been in love with you for so long, Charles", you whispered back.

It was the day where your love story truly began despite having existed for all of your childhood. You were his and he was yours.

Come with me, love is not time

Continuing to look through the notebook, you spotted some racing notes with numbers and acronyms you weren't sure that they meant, taking a while to find another page that had similar writing.

It's not even time that does it

Come with me, love is the moment

In which I give myself

Y/N is asleep right now as we fly back home after the race. She hasn't left my side and I think this is the first time she's sleeping since we got the news. We knew it was coming, but it doesn't mean that it hurts any less.

In which you give yourself

The feeling is unbearable. Someone who gives you so much also takes so much away from you when they go away. There's so much to go through, and all of the feelings haven't come up yet.

Maman is waiting for us with Lorenzo and Arthur, and I hope we will all find peace with this heavy feeling together.

Y/N told me the feeling may never leave, it creeps up when you least expect it and there are no rules to it.

Time is precious and I want to spend as much time as I can with the ones I love. God knows I did that with papa and it still feels like it wasn't enough.

The creak of the floorboards alerted you that someone else was inside the apartment before Charles' head peeked, "Hello, mon ange", he smiled, coming up to kiss your forehead.

It's these moments where we're not doing anything particular or special that mean the most. Y/N has given me all she's got and I've given her all of me, at the end it's the most human thing to do. Be there. Be present. Allow the other to feel everything they need to feel and protect them. Y/N has protected me and she's never let me doubt that we are for each other.

"I looked through these - I didn't mean to invade your privacy but I got curious", you admitted. It would be no use to lie about it or try to hide it away.

Time will wait, stop there

"Did you like what you found?", Charles asked, pulling the other office chair to sit at the table with you, "I have this one here that I really like actually", he flickered through the pages.

So I can stay like this looking at you

Time knows well, even time understands

That someone doesn't rush

"I wrote this one when we were on holiday, it the boat", Charles tapped the page, "you looked so beautiful that day and I felt like I was running out of time to appreciate you. Then I spent the whole afternoon watching you and I felt like time slowed down a little bit because it knew I was appreciating you", he charmed.

That looks at you like I do

"These are very beautiful, Charles - this one is so beautiful", you smiled, kissing his cheek and cuddling up to his arm as he continued to leaf through the notebook.

Call me an adventure and come and have an adventure

There were also drawings and loose poems along with some photos he kept of you two. One of the hike you had done in Ibiza last year caught your eye. You stood on top of the rock and by the way your arms were positioned, you were calling Charles to join you in there while he snapped the picture.

Change my plans and I promise I'll believe

That I'm the only one you want to see when you wake up

Your haven if the world collapses

Come and deceive me with that look of yours

The sweet way that trips me and without counting

Quench my thirst with a kiss to shut me up

Make me a poem and let me stay

I do not forget

But I want to hear from your mouth all the words that make me blush

Speak softly in my ear

And grab my hand

"This was last year, one of the seasons where I had to deal with so much disappointment in racing, and you never let go. You were there to hold me everytime things didn't go well, to celebrate my achievements and my podiums, and you still make it feel like an adventure every single day", Charles mused, "being loved by you is assuring, comforting, liberating, soothing, amazing, incredible and the best feeling I have on the world! Loving you? It's as incredible as it is a big responsibility because I have to make sure the adventure is still there and that we're both in it", Charles admitted.

Before the night is over

"Being loved by you makes me feel like the only other person in the world", you looked up at him.

"Loving you is making sure the time stops when you're with me so I can tell you all the silly stories I know just to make you smile, all of this to make sure you know you're the reason behind my happiness and the one behind the longing that never lies when you're not there. It's hugging you back tight and have my heart wide open because it's yours to take", he sighed with a smile on his face.

"I love you, Charles - being loved by you is the best thing I get to experience in this life", you smiled before kissing his lips.

"This helps me a lot when you're not with me, it's like I can talk to you", Charles muttered, "and I get to have the memories written out too, you never know when this can come in handy".

"You have no excuse if your speech in our wedding feels impersonal or doesn't have any memories then", you joked as Charles' finger lightly pressed down on the remaining pages of the notebook, making sure you don't get the idea to flicker through the random pages he has used to doodle the perfect engagement ring for you, smiling at the thought of having you be his forever.

"I definitely don't, amour - I'll make sure it's a good one when the time comes", he smiled.

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Hi! I’ve been thinking about this for awhile.

Imagine Astarion walking in to see his s/o, only to see them on their knees groaning and looking uncomftarble, because of Haarlep and his promise. ”Everytime I make love with your body, you will know.”

Maybe Astarion could like try to comfort s/o through one of those times? Not in a sexual way, just doing his best to show that he’s there, maybe throwing a comment to distract them ”pretend it’s me.”

If you’re uncomftarble with this you can ignore it! Have a nice day/night!😊

I used they/them pronouns for Haarlep when applicable because the Narrator refers to them this way

References and dialogue taken from a scene in the game, transcribed by yours truly

Warnings: rape/non-con elements, swearing, crying, reference to victim blaming, references to past trauma/abuse

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It comes on like a violent shiver. You can feel hands all over you, tracing up and down your legs and chest, but you’re all alone in your tent. You try to ignore it, focus on a book or something. Anything. But it’s overwhelming. Haarlep is using your body to pleasure someone else and you can feel it all. Maybe for Raphael it was incredible - another layer of pleasure to heighten the experience. To you, it’s violating.

You curl into yourself, tugging your knees to your chest as you sit on the floor, and hiding your face from the lamp light. If you could curl up tight enough, maybe you could block it all out. It’s a useless attempt. You know nothing can stop it.

“Darling, you’re going to miss… Shit.” Astarion rushes to your side, the flap of the tent shutting out the rest of the world. He’s not sure if he should touch you, where he should touch you. But you’re shaking, and whimpering, and he wants more than anything to help. “Can I touch you?”

You lift your face from your knees, nodding as a groan tears from your throat. It should feel good, but it doesn’t. You want to squirm and dive into water and roll in the dirt - anything to get rid of the ghostly hands on your skin.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and tugs you into him. His touch is more solid. He’s not a phantom taking pleasure in your image. You sigh with how real he feels. He brushes his fingers through your hair. “It’s the incubus, isn’t it?” he whispers by your ear. You nod and grab onto his arm. Your hands are trembling. “I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I can feel it, Astarion,” you gasp. You press your face into his chest. “Everything. Hands, just, all over me.” You can’t bear to speak out loud what else you feel. He can tell when your legs press tightly together.

“Tell me what I can do to help.”

Your mind is blank. You can’t think. You don’t know. You squirm closer to him and he draws your body into his lap, pressing his cheek to your head. He tries to be more firm in his touches. He scratches lightly at your scalp, tugs gently at the hairs at the nape of your neck. His hand runs up and down your arm, stopping only to press his fingertips against different locations that follow no consistent pattern. He can feel your tears against his skin, and he wishes more than anything to have killed that creature when they had the chance.

“Keep talking,” you whimper. A violent chill forces its way down your spine and you groan against his skin to avoid being too loud. He can’t imagine what the others would think or say.

When this happened before, it was in public. You couldn’t avoid it then, couldn’t rush somewhere private away from public eyes, and they scolded you. Told you to be quiet, teased you about liking it. It made his blood boil just thinking about it. It hadn’t been this bad then - the sound you made wasn’t out of disgust or discomfort.

“I know what it’s like to lose control over your own body. It’s a wretched thing.”

“I may as well just try to enjoy it.”

“I thought the same, once. It didn’t last. I know what’s done is done - you made your vow. But I’m sorry all the same.”

“Please,” you cry. “Please talk to me.”

He hushes you gently, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “It’s going to be okay, my dear. You’re going to get through this. And once these damn tadpoles are out of our heads, we’re marching right back to Avernus and killing that bastard.”

You chuckle, weak and wet, but it’s better than hearing you suffer. “Promise?”

“Do you even have to ask? I’d march down there tomorrow if we could.” He moves his hand from your arm to your leg. He rubs circles into your thigh with his thumb, applying various amounts of pressure as he does. Quietly, unsure, he whispers into your hair, “Can you pretend it’s me?”

He’s not sure if he wants you to, truthfully. But he’s willing to carry that weight if it means easing your suffering. It’s a sentimental thought, but it doesn’t last long as you shake your head. “They don’t touch me like you do.” There’s an edge of teasing in your voice, trying to make it a joke, but it doesn’t quite land.

“Good.” He wants to say something more, but nothing comes to mind. He’s almost… proud. Definitely possessive. If that incubus and whoever they're bedding now doesn’t know how to touch you in all the ways you enjoy, then Astarion won’t feel bad when he touches you. He would hate to ruin intimacy for you because Haarlep touches you the same way.

Your legs shake and you hold onto him desperately, wrapping an arm around him to dig your fingers into his back. You try not to dig too deep, try not to hurt him, even in your torture. It breaks his heart. A sound bubbles in the back of your throat, agonized and lewd. With just one touch of your hand to his cheek, he knows precisely what you’re asking for, and he captures your mouth with his own. It’s not romantic or sweet. It’s teeth clashing and swallowing every loud noise that would be louder if he pulled away. It’s offering you a final comfort as Haarlep desecrates you.

As your legs stop shaking, the phantom touches on your body fading, you kiss him softer, until you feel safe enough to pull away. You don’t hide your face again; you press your forehead to his. Your cheeks are flushed and stained with tears. He continues to play with your hair as he wipes them away.

“Thank you,” you whisper. A sob rises from your chest. “I’m sorry.”

He shushes you, pressing kisses to your cheeks and wrapping his arms around you. “It’s okay, my love. You’re okay. It’s not your fault. It will never be your fault. You’re okay.”

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Smash or Pass

Fandom: Danny Phantom and Batfam Prompt: https://www.tumblr.com/help-i-need-a-cool-username/719653067055906816/ashboy-3-please-tag-me-whenever-you-post-it?source=share Characters: Danny, Sam, Tucker, Jason, Batfam Words: 1908 Summary: Danny refuses to sleep and gets stopped by a reporter. Not fully knowng what she aks when questioning him about Red Hood Danny answers with a simple Smash. Now if only his crush Jason Todd would pick up on the social cues.

“So what’s the game tonight?” Danny asked, looking at the screen of the video camera to see Tucker and Sam staring back at him.

“Are you sure Danny. Isn’t it like ten over there?” Sam asked, worry clearly on her face.

“It’s not a good night for sleep Sam. Please. You two both have the day off, right?” Danny asked.

“Yeah we do dude. So I was thinking Smash or pass?” Tucker threw the idea out there.

“Oh that’s a good one. What should we do it on?” Danny asked.

“Super smash bros? It has Smash in the name?” Tucker suggested.

“Then we should totally do Pokémon!” Sam had an evil smirk.

“Oh you are both so on!” Danny quickly agreed as Tucker quickly found a full list online of the Super Smash bro fighters, sharing his screen and making sure to record, if anything for future black mail reasons.

“Alright first up Mario,” Tucker announced, both his friends knowing that he would rather be the impartial party and narrator while they have their fun.

“Pass.” Danny and Sam voiced.

“Donkey Kong.”

“Pass,” Danny quickly said.

“Smash!” Sam was quick to say as the two looked at each other.

“You want to smash a giant monkey?” Danny questioned.

“First off he’s a gorilla, second you can’t tell me that he doesn’t fuck,” she quirked her eyebrow at him.

“Fair enough,” Danny yielded holding up his drink to take a sip in her honor.

“Dude that’s water,” Tucker rolled his eyes.

“Don’t’ remind me. Who’s next!”

“Link.”

“Smash” Tucker rolled his eyes at his two friends.

“Sometimes you two are so predictable. Samus.”

“Pass,” Sam waved her off.

“Smash. Let her fuck me up, in or out of that suit!”

“Dark Samus?”

“Same,” they both agreed, to keep their answers from last time.

“Yoshi.”

“Smash!” Sam yelled out, Danny thinking about it before he to agreed.

“Why am I friends with you two? Kirby?”

“Pass,” Sam said as Danny thought abot it. “Yeah pass. I feel like Kirby is to innocent. And dude who else would you be friends with. Hit me with the next one!”

“Fox and Falco.”

“Pass on Fox smash on Falco,” Sam decided. “Pass on both,” Danny shook his head.

“How could you smash one but not the other? Their the same thing?” Danny asked.

“First off their not. I feel like Falco is more bad ass. Second, I don’t want to hear that argument when we get to pokemon.”

“Fair enough.” Danny agreed.

“Speaking of Pokemon I’m skipping them in this list since that’s our next list,” Tucker skipped the image of pikachu. They both passed on Luigi, Ness, Captain Falcon, and jigglypuff.

“I would so smash princess peach, daisy, and Rosalina. Line them up!” Danny cheered.

“Really Peach? I would only smash Rosalina. She at least had a story line,” Sam rolled her eyes.

“Bowser?”

“Smash the fucking hell out of me!” Danny cheered.

“Okay I know I’m a monster fucker, but are you sure you’re not one?” Sam asked him.

“I have never actually thought about it,” Danny shrugged. “But you still didn’t answer the question?”

“Of course, I’d smash Bowser. Pass on Wario, Waluigi, and Dr. Mario,” Sam rolled her eyes, a smile on her lips.

“Yeah, I can agree with that statement,” Danny shook his head in understanding. “We are passing on the ice climbers?” Danny asked.

“Of course!” Danny agreed. “and you know I’m smashing Sheik and Zelda!”

“Smash Sheik pass on Zelda.”

“You are aware that their the same person right?” Tucker asked her.

“I’m very aware. Sheik could kill me and Zelda is a broing princess. I know what I want in a partner.”

“point taken,” Tucker stopped his fight as he ended up pushing next multip times. Danny and Sam both agreed to pass on the fire emblem charctrers along with young link while Smashing Ganon.

“Mr. Game and Watch.”

“Pass,” Sam said quickly.

“I’d smash. I feel like he could give me a fun time. You saw how he handles that hammer. If I’m lucky he’d use it to pound me,” Danny smiled, making both of his friends laugh.

“You know Danny I agree with that statement and that’s why I’d smash meta knight.”

“To much armor for me,” Danny said, making Tucker snort.

They passed on the Pit’s, kept their same opinion on Samus and landed on Snake.

“Extra Smash!” Danny and Sam agreed.

They kept playing, ending pretty quickly with mostly passes. Danny wanting to smash Bayonets,, Ridley, and King Roll. Sam was agreeing with that list adding Isabella, claiming that she must have some evil dark side to her. This led the group to the pokemon list.

“Do we want to start with Gen 1? Or just go into chaos?” Tucker asked, knowing his friends answers as he got up the list for Gen 9.

“I’m being honest if it’s got three evolutions, I’m most likely not going to smash the first evolution. The second and third are still up for grabs,” Danny set down his rules.

“I can agree with that. So we passing on Sprigatto, Quaxly, and Fuecoco,” Tucker mumbled to himself, making sure to skip thoses options.

“I’m Smashing Floragato, Meowscarda and crocalor from the starters,” Danny stated.

“Chicken,” Sam snorted. “I’ll take your grass started and your fire second evolution and raise you a Quaxwell.”

“I feel like it’s only going to drown into madness from here,” Tucker groaned, knowing it’s not even midnight where Danny is yet and there are nine generations of pokemon.

“How can you not Smash Spidops!” Danny asked frantically.

“Are you kidding? All it does is shot webs. If I wanted to fuck something that shots webs I would fuck spiderman,” Sam rolled her eyes.

“You. . .bring out an excellent point, but I’m not changing my answer!”

“Smashing Arbolliva!” Sam slammed her hand on the desk.

‘Damn girl! I am right here! If you don’t want me then just say it,” Tucker teased her as Danny laughed.

“Smash. Samsh. Smash Ceruledge,” Danny was cheering, Sam cheering with him.

“You know it makes sense that the two of you dated in. highschool, but I can clearly tell why you two were never going to work,” Tucker observed.

“And why is that?” Danny asked, quirking his eyebrow.

“You have to similar of taste.”

“No way in hell you’re actually fucking Grafaiai. Sam do you just have a thing for monkeys or something? “Danny asked.

“I’m not the one who’s ready to throw a party for Toedscruel. I thought we agreed no judging?” She glared.

“Oh know we are judging. I think I’m the one who’s judging the worst,” Tucker laughed.

“That doesn’t count. You only have eyes for Sam. I can’t even recombed a person looks hot and fuckable to you without you saying Sam’s better,” Danny groaned.

“Yep and it’s nice to see that my girlfriend does not have the same standards for me,” Tucker was looking towards her, a playful smile on his lips. He knows she loves him and that he’s not being serious.

“Ah shit guys! I gotta go and get ready for class!” Danny said after hours of playing the smash or pass game. They did eventually make it through all of the Pokémon, but now it was 7 am and Danny had to run to get to campus and stop at his favorite coffee shop.

“Make sure you stay awake dude. If you need to skip class I can write you a doctor’s note,” Tucker said.

“I’ll be fine. I just really don’t want to sleep right now. I should be better by tonight,” Danny said bye to his friends, changing into a different shirt, making sure to grab his jacket, wallet, and keys before leaving his small apartment.

Danny loved living in Gotham, but sometimes the hustle and bustle of the city can be chaotic and stressful, especially on the days when Danny could possibly be late for class, sleep deprived, yet to have his coffee and some report is stopping him to ask him question.

“Opinion of Red Hood?” was the only thing Danny heard the reported ask.

“Smash,” was all Danny could think of as he quickly walked into the coffee shop to get his black coffee with 12 extra expresso shots. Did is taste good? No. Did it wake him up? Absolutely.

Danny didn’t realize the absolute chaos he had caused till he was back home from his classes, Sam and Tucker spamming him with memes of what he did.

Seeing no other option but to go along with it. He found the original clip that tucker sent him a link to, tunrs out the news station put it up on twitter, and re retweeted it with just two words. “I’m right.”

Meanwhile on the other side of Gotham Dick is dying of laughter as he discovered the most hilarious news clip on the planet and proceeded to send it to every single person in his contacts and to every group chat that he’s in, just in case he didn’t have someone’s contact number saved.

He even found the clip being retweeted by the same guy who claims that he’s still right with someone else tagging it #plsdon’tkillhimmr.redhoodsir.

He was making fun of Jason for it especially because turns out his brother knows the guy in real life.

“Grayson what does he even mean when he says smash?” Damain asked as Tim and Dick were making fun of Jason at the cave.

“I have to agree with Damain. The video makes know sense,” Bruce agreed.

“I’m not explaning this,” Tim quickly grabbed his coffee and walked out of the batcave.

“No it!” Jason declared running upstairs, face fully red, Dick not far behind him.

“Why is it always me,” Duke groaned as Bruce wayne lifted a questioning eye brow up at him.

“Please don’t make me explain it,” Duke begged, but sadly when Bruce Wayne wants to know something he will know something.

“Keep making fun of me for this and I will no longer show up to family dinner,” Jason glared at his older brother.

“Aww. You know you can’t avoid Alfred forever,” Dick teased.

“Shit you’re right,” Jason groaned, knowing he was going to have to put up with his brother’s teasing no matter what.

Before anyone knew it Wednesday was upon them, which meant that Danny and Jason finished their only shared class and walked out together to get lunch.

“So did you see your famous news clip?” Jason asked, not able to look Danny in the eye.

“Yeah. I swear this I say the craziest shit when I’m sleep deprived. I stand by what I said though,” Danny got up from the table to grab his order.

“You’re not worried about Red Hood finding out or anything?” Jason asked, seeing a chaotic look within Danny’s eyes.

“Jason, I want nothing more than for Red Hood to come and find me. Hopefully then I’ll get my wish,” Danny smirked up at him, hoping his friend would catch on to the signs.

“Well one can always hope,” Jason gave an awkward laugh as Danny sighed.

Jason may be a bat, but Danny has a feeling that he’s as hopeless as he is when it comes to picking up on romantic cues. At this rate, it’s going to take a miracle to get Jason to realize that yes Danny has feelings for him.

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Deal Breaker

Trans!Santiago Garcia X GN!Reader • Rating: PG  Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info •

A/N: Written for @romanarose's Oscar Issac/Pedro Pascal Fan Art and Fiction Pride Event 2024! (Super late, but this is for the 'coming out' theme, thank you for letting me post it so late💚) This is super self-indulgent and just like *dreamy sigh* what would be the nicest reaction someone would have to someone else telling them they're trans.

Summary: Santi has something to tell you.

Warnings: overuse of italics, swearing, Santi being anxious, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1014

Santi paced back and forth outside of your house, practically wearing a groove into the pavement. (And trying not to walk into the lamp post again.) 

He’d been there for over ten minutes, trying his best to work up enough nerve to knock on your door. 

You’d been on one date, a chill one. Just a drink and cake at a little coffee shop he’d recommended. (Or, more correctly, Will had recommended and Santi had taken credit for.) You’d both ended up staying there talking for almost four hours. 

You've been messaging everyday, joking, sending voice notes, videos and pictures. Everything was going great. He liked you. A lot. 

And now he was going to fuck it all up. 

“Hi, just wanted to let you know…” He muttered under his breath, repeating what he was going to say, what he needed to say. “I just thought you should know… you know… before this gets any further, not that things have to get further, I mean… I want to say I like you and I’m… I’m…” 

“Santi?” 

He jumps, visibly jumps, his eyes wide like a rabbit startled by headlights. 

You find it quite endearing the way he looks at you, a bright panic. You’d just been grabbing some last minute bits and pieces and your local corner shop for the meal you were making together tonight. 

“Trans!” Santi says a little too loud. 

“What?” 

“Erm…”

“Trains?” 

“No.” 

“What did you say?”

He pauses, biting his bottom lip. Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck. “Trans.” He says very softly, closing his eyes for a second. This was not how it was meant to go. “I’m… I wanted to tell you before… I really like you and… you should know… I’m, I’m trans. I’m a trans man.” 

He looks up at you, ready to see disgust. Rejection. 

Instead you smile warmly and nod. “Okay, thank you for telling me.” You point to your front door, “you wanna go inside?” 

He pauses, staring at you for a long moment as his brain tries to and two and two together but keeps getting minus seven. “I… erm… inside?” 

“For the food, the meal date? We were gonna cook together?” You say politely, mistaking his confusion.

“You, you still want to… go out with me?” He doesn’t mean for the words to come out so softly, so small. 

It’s your turn to pause and truly absorb what he said. Your eyes widening as realisation dawns. “Oh, of course! Santi, fuck, sorry,” you put you hand on his arm and squeeze reassuringly. “It’s not a problem for me that you're trans, no problem at all. Doesn’t affect anything. I really like you too.” 

He gives you a brilliant smile, all of his nervous energy outpouring as relief washes over. 

He nods and walks with you as you both move towards the door, taking your shopping bag for you as you fish out your keys. 

“Do you, erm,” he pauses for a second to take off his shoes as you do the same, “do you have any… questions?” 

You turn away just to shut the door before you look back at him. “Questions?” 

“Yeah… about the trans stuff.” He shakes his head, trying to sound more assertive. Fuck, being shot at was always easier than this. “I mean, me being trans.” 

“Do you usually get questions?” 

He nods. 

You pause, thinking it over for a second. “Do you want me to ask questions?” You say sincerely. 

He smiles and rubs the back of his head. “You know, no one's ever asked that before.” 

You smile back.

“Erm, yeah, yeah,” he nods, “questions would be good actually. Normal.” 

You laugh good naturedly, “kay,” you make your way to the kitchen, pointing out the different rooms as you go. 

“Your house is really nice.” 

“Thank you.” 

“And thank you for, well, being so… for being normal about how I blurted it out outside, usually I’m a bit more together.” He says, a touch of bashfulness in his tone. 

“Are people usually not normal? Wait, that’s a numb as fuck question.”

Santi laughs as you pull a face. “A lot of people are very normal about it,” he smiles, “but I don’t tell a lot of people.” 

You nod as you start to unpack your bag, Santi jumps in to help. “So, when did you transition?” 

“Well,” he takes a deep breath. “I know it’s a cliche but I kind of always knew, you know?” 

“Not cliche, just a common experience.” You smile and nudge your shoulder into his. 

He grins. “Started ‘dressing like a boy’ when I was 15, but it wasn’t until I was 18 and out of the house that I changed my name and stuff.” 

You nod. 

“Been on T for a long time now. Managed to get top surgery when I was 24.” He pauses, “sorry, I’m word vomiting all over the place here and-”

“Hey,” you smile warmly, taking his hands, there’s a slight tremor to them. You rub your fingers over his skin reassuringly. “It’s good, great. Not oversharing, thank you for wanting to share with me.” 

He returned the expression a little shyly, “thanks, I just…” He screws up his eyes and sighs, “need to overshare one more thing.” 

“Go ahead.” You give his hands a soft squeeze.

“I’m, I haven’t had bottom surgery.” He swallows, keeping his eyes closed, “I don’t know if that’s a deal breaker for you, I understand if it is.” 

You lean forward and kiss his cheek. “Not a problem.” 

He opens his eyes quickly, looking at you like you painted every pink sunset cloud in the sky, before he presses a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. “Thank you.” He mutters, stroking your cheek and kissing you again. 

He slowly steps closer, pressing flush against you and snaking his right hand to rest on your hip, giving him all the leverage he needs to gently press you back against the counter top and slip his tongue into your mouth. 

It is a long time before the half unpacked groceries are remembered. 

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HOTEL— Leon, Chris, Albert x fem! reader.

summary; They know that they should leave you alone— after all, they ended the relationship. And yet, they just cant get enough of you after the breakup.

Tags/ Warnings:Nsfw themes (no smut) Ex! boyfriend/Fiancé Leon, Chris, & Albert x fem! reader. Toxic relationship themes in Leon & Wesker’s part. RE6 Leon, RE5 Wesker, & pre-RE6 Chris. features a summary and a scenario for all characters!

LEON K.

LEON who comes to your door in the middle of the night. He swears he wont come back, that he’ll leave you alone.

You both know he’s lying.

After a particularly grueling mission, he just needs to be held—and who else could warm his heart & tell him that he’s safe other than his ex-girlfriend?

He was the one who broke things off. He was the one who said that you could’ve gotten hurt in the relationship—and no matter how much you pleaded, he walked out of the door without sparing a second thought. But now that same man is in front of your door, drunk, begging to be let in.

“Baby pleaseeeee let me in,” He was practically crying for you. “‘promise i’ll leave you ‘lone after tonight, I swear, baby, just for tonight, lemme treat you good.” His words were barely even making sense to you. He wanted to sleep with you? You couldnt let him drive back home because he’s shit-faced and if he died, it’d rain hell on your conscience.

“Come in, Leon.” You stepped to the side and let him stumble through the door. The moment he gained his composure he was hugging you as tightly as possible.

“I know I did you wrong baby, but please. Mission went shit. Need ya’, you always tell me how good I am —you make me feel so good, I just need you right now, just for one night, then i’ll be outta ye hair.”

You had every fucking right to push him out of the door.

Who did he think he is? Dumping you then coming back to you when he needs you?

And yet, you let him in.

You let him touch you, let him beg and plead for you to let him do this again. Because you loved him.

And when he came back for more, you let him in with open arms.

CHRIS R.

CHRIS who meets you accidentally. You both worked for the BSAA, and even though you worked in different departments, you two met each other at a company gathering at a bar.

The entire night is awkward touches and averted glances. The break-up was a mutual thing— Chris was married to his work and didn’t have time for you. simple. Even so, that didn’t mean that unsettled feelings weren’t in the air.

At the end of the night, you’re both wasted and end up sharing a taxi (courtesy of Jill, who sees the tension between you two) and somehow, He ends up at your house. More than once after that.

The taxi was filled with your giggles and the smell of liquor as you laughed at Chris while reminiscing about how your relationship used to be. This felt so normal— you, him having fun with lingering touches in places where friends don’t usually put their hands.

His hand was rubbing your upper thigh, sliding your dress up. You were sobering up by the minute, but you didnt want the moment to end.

No other man could satisfy you the way chris did—the way he knew when to be rough, what spots made you moan.

And you both knew what would’ve happened if you gave in to the pleasure—this would become a common occurrence.

But you loved Chis, so much.

You’d risk anything just to touch him again, and by the third time he came back to your house, you’re sure he would too.

ALBERT W.

ALBERT who comes back for you after years of radio silence.

The last time you saw him, it was before he left for the Spencer mansion. Afterwards, STARS just..disappeared. Nobody knew where the members went.

You tried to move on—knowing that you couldn’t be hung up on him forever, and lets face it, he was probably dead. Umbrella came crumbling down, and there was no trace of him.

Of course, until 2005.

Chris Redfield came to your door, talking about how your fiancé was still alive. Of course, your relationship hadn’t been the best—it was built on lust and thin walls of trust, but you’d be damned if you didn’t see the man again.

Chris also told you about uroboros, asking you if you’d known anything about Albert’s schemes.

A few months after your ‘talk’ with Chris, you’re home alone when a short (but assertive) knock hits your door.

Of course, you cautiously open the door.And who the hell do you see?

A fucking Huge man with sunglasses looking down at you.

“ There you are, dearheart.” Albert took a small step forward and put a hand on your cheek. His hands were fucking freezing, making you fully awake if you weren’t before.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You stepped away from the door as if scared (Which, you were, he was tall as shit.)

“Im just visiting my fiancé, is there a problem?” He stepped past you into the house. He took a glimpse around then slid his shoes off by the front door. You were fucking baffled.

“ Albert, what the fuck are you doing? Years of fucking silence from you and you just—appear? You waltz into my home thinking nothing had changed?!”

“Why’re you questioning something you know you wont get the answers to? It’s like trying to prevent the inevitable.” He seemed so nonchalant as he strolled into your house, observing where you’ve been living.

“It seems as if you’re taking good care of yourself. perfect.”

“what in the hell do you want, Albert?” You let out a deep sigh— if anybody found out that Albert was here, you’d be taken in for questioning and all of that shit— worse case arrested for letting him into your house.

“simple. I want you.”

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Guilt Tripping - Yan! Diluc

Yandere Diluc x Fem! Reader

part 1 of the “Baby Trapping” series

Warnings: Toxic relationship, general yandere themes, guilt tripping (I think), emotional manipulation, slight victim blaming (I think?), drugging, implied future physical violence (Not towards reader), possessive and obsessive thoughts and behavior, overprotectiveness, overbearing actions, controlling actions/mindset, unhealthy and toxic mindset, paranoia, implied Yandere! Albedo (Towards a different reader of perhaps the same mini-series of this).

Not sfw warnings: Baby trapping, dub-c0n/non-c0n, unprotected sEx, cumming inside without permission, unconsensual and unethical use of aphrodisiacs, vaginal fingering, clothed grinding, loss of virginity (both parties and totally didn't forget to add this warning until now)

Diluc is straight up gaslighting himself in this. He’s aware of how awful he is but keeps justifying it lmao.

Please tell me if I missed any warnings that are needed.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT condone any of the toxic behavior and thoughts that may take place in this work of fiction. None of this should be romanticize or even considered normal as it is very toxic and very dangerous. If you find yourself in such a situation, please seek help if able to.

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Word count: 5134k

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Diluc was aware that he could be… overbearing, at times. He’s aware that his presence can be suffocating, that he can be a bit delusional at times, and that he’s a bit controlling when it comes to you. But be doesn’t mean to do that on purpose – you just manage to bring out both the worse and the best out of him.

Whether or not you’re aware of that fact is up for debate.

He’s been preparing for the day you snap and talk back, or to take some ‘much needed’ space from the relationship. He can’t deny that your sanity is slowly withering away the more you deal with him. Again, he doesn’t mean to make you so stressed.

He just wants what’s best for you, as long as you come back into his arms. There are understandings at times, where you listen instead of charging away like a bull. He knows that you know he cares deeply for you, loves you to the moon and back. That he’d be willing to do almost anything for you.

Anything but this.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

One sentence, five words, is all it takes for his words to come crashing down around him. ‘I need a break’ implies you’ll be back after a week or so. It’s happened once or twice throughout your entire two years of your relationship. And it never lasted more than a week, max.

Diluc can feel the thin thread snapping like a nose around a neck. He swears that the world comes to a halt at your words, seeing nothing but white. Is he undergoing shock? Perhaps he heard you wrong. Yeah, that’s it – you must have said something else. A prank maybe? Or maybe you mixed up your words.

“What… what do you mean?” He hates the way his voice cracks, how shaky his hands become, even when they’re clenched hard enough to snap metal into two. Your facial expression doesn’t show any signs of playfulness.

There’s nothing playful about this situation.

You let out a sigh, fingers massaging your temple. “I said… I’m breaking up with you. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore. I can’t deal with you anymore.” Your voice cracks, and there’s a silent sob. There’s a huff, an intake of air.

You’re trying your best not to break down in front of him. And he’s doing the same, fists clenching and unclenching as he thinks of something to say. What should he say? That you can’t leave? It’ll only make things more complicated, making you hostile towards him.

He can’t have that. He just can’t. but even so, he finds himself about to utter those words out loud. He bites his tongue.

“…I thought I was good to you. While… I do understand that I can get overbearing at times… I thought I was a good lover to you regardless of.” He tries to keep himself in check. Diluc was nothing but a good gentleman in your eyes, so he acts as such. Although, that illusion may be gone now.

“That’s the problem! You think you’re a good boyfriend. But you’re not. you’re so… overbearing and controlling. I can’t even talk to people you don’t approve of!” Your own thread had seemingly snapped, leaving nothing more than rage behind. Quite, dull rage that’s too exhausting to come out at once.

“You say it’s for my own good… that I need your protection…”

“I never said that- “

“You implied it. Every. Single. Time. you always imply it.”

There’s nothing but silence. There’s a guilty conscience. He can’t ignore it, but he won’t address it. Because that means he’ll have to let go. And he won’t, not even in death, where hell will surely drag him down. He’ll drag you if he has to.

“We can… let’s just talk about this, okay? No need to make any rash decisions.” He’s talking out of his ass right now. “It’s… been a stressful week. It’s late and we both got out of work not too long ago. Let’s just… how about you come over?”

You don’t say anything, not at first. A glimmer of hope. Yes, everything will go back to normal, over a glass or two, ending with you being a whimpering mess as he grinds against you. Just like always.

“No. I can’t… I won’t do that. It always has the same outcome anyway. We never ‘talk’, you just sweet talk your way out, and it ends with some type of sexual activity.”  You shake your head, taking a step back. He takes a step forward.

It feels wrong for you to stand so far away. Alien. You should be next to him, no, in his arms as he soothes you. Reality and fantasy don’t mix well, he realizes. “Please,” he tries again, choking on air.

It can’t end like this. It can’t end at all.

“Diluc… I can’t. I just can’t. I know it may be hard for you to understand but, whether you realize it or not… you treat me like a doll. A pretty, fragile, glass doll.” You don’t look him in the eyes, probably can’t.

To be fair, it felt worse on your own end. You loved this man. You wanted to marry him. But it’s in past tense and you’re not sure if you can keep up this happy façade. He’s nothing but controlling at this point, overprotective, suffocating. You can’t live in denial anymore.

Another sigh, another sob. With every step he takes towards you, you take one back. There’s an invisible wall between you, too hard to shatter. At least completely.

“Hey… let’s talk again in a week. When the steam blows off, okay?” You try not to break, he sees it. The way your body tenses, the slight tumble. He makes an effort to not point it out. “Please?”

And you cave, breaking down, wailing like a child. You don’t move away, only flinching as he closes in on you, gently and slowly wrapping his arms around you. his grip on you is loose, not wanting to chase you away. Gentle, he must be gentle.

It’s always worked in the past. He just needs to tweak a few things to guarantee victory. Anything for you, no matter how shady it may be. His morals become dubious when it comes to you.

A few minutes pass before you answer.

“Alright.”

--

Truthfully, you didn’t want to go, your resolve going down the drain whenever it came to you. But you had already promised you would, weak in that moment. But he knew. He knew that you would eventually succumb to his wishes. It happens every time.

And it ends with heated kisses, hands exploring each other’s bodies, promises to wait for the full act after marriage huffed into your ears. Despite the bulge straining in his pants, hazy eyes that kept looking at your kiss swollen lips, he never did anything you were uncomfortable with. And for that, you were grateful. But it doesn’t excuse his other behavior.

Something didn’t feel right. You were nothing short of tense, weary of what’s to come. Would he try to pull something? Or procced to guilt trip you once more, as unknowingly as usual? You could never tell with him, despite dating for two years.

Two years and he became a different person.

No. Beneath that gentlemanly exterior lies a control, obsessive and possessive freak. And you fell for it, the charm, the words, the looks. You dug your own grave without even knowing. And now it’s time to dig your way out, no matter how painful it may be.

You just hope your resolve will stay strong.

It must.

--

Diluc was nervous. It was more common these days, a nervous Diluc. He can’t help it but to be nervous around you. You were just so pretty, adorable, irresistible. And there was a time where you thought the same, where you couldn’t even take your eyes off of him. And yet, you don’t anymore.

He’s aware why. It’s because of him. But you need to understand was for your protection. He has too many enemies, there’s too much danger in the outside world. Surly, you would come around eventually, right?

Wrong. He was so, so wrong. He should have kept up with the gentle approach, no matter the amount of years it might have taken. It’s not too late to restart… right?

Just act the way you always portrayed him as. His mask has slipped too much too quickly. And now, he needs to fix everything as quickly as possible. The question is how to.

He glances at the wine bottle. A little drug as curiosity of Sir Albedo… a new and up coming drug. An aphrodisiac is what he called it. It was still in its developmental stages, but harmless. He was even given the right dose.

A questioning look in the alchemist’s eyes, no concerns were voiced. Most likely thought it wasn’t his business. And besides… even the esteemed Alchemist Albedo Kreideprinz had skeletons in his closet. Likeminded people must stick together, right?

And thus, the aphrodisiac was handed to him under the table, and now in this ‘new’ and ‘unopened’ bottle of wine. The cork was a new one, the previous one hastily thrown into the trash, covered with other discarded things. Not a smooth cover-up, but one you wouldn’t notice. And, if you were to ask for juice, he even drugged that beforehand.

He flinches slightly when a servant comes up to him, announcing your appearance. He takes in a deep breath before grabbing the bottle and two glasses, making his way to the study. When he gets there, he pauses. Would he be able to pull this off?

If you do ask for it, he has your consent, right? Yes, you wanted to save yourself for marriage but…

He shakes his head, ridding himself of those thoughts. He’ll back down if he thinks about too much. So, he takes a deep breath, straightens himself. His feet feel heavy as he walks into the room. He keeps the door open.

“(name). You came.”

You jolt at that, whipping your head around to see his figure at the doorway.

“Yes… just for a bit. This isn’t a casual visit, after all.” You built a wall around yourself, trying to smile but failing. He doesn’t comment on it.

“Ah. I suppose that’s… right.” Awkward silence, your hands tightly clasping together. His own grip on the glasses and bottle are tight as well. Swiftly, he places the objects down on the table in front of you. Everything has to be perfect. This night needs to end on a good note.

“Wine?” he asks, eyeing the way your jaw tenses as you hesitate to answer. You want to say no, he can see it, feel it. And hopefully, you won’t. His legs are already shaking like a newborn foal’s.

“I… sure.” A quiet sigh of relieve, and he opens the bottle, a loud ‘pop’ echoing in the room. You don’t take your eyes off of it. You’re weary of him. And he doesn’t have the right to complain or even feel offended.

Because you were right to be weary. To be weary of him.

He pours you a glass and himself one. He’s going to take the drug with you. God, he’s already silently regretting this. Not because he’s tricking you (although that’s part of it), but because he’ll have to explain, in detail (something he dreads, but a favor is a favor) of the results. He hates himself for being used a test subject and ragging you into it.

He can’t feel bad, considering he was the one who chose this route.

“Thank you…” you say as he passes a glass to you. He sits in front of you, the plush chair soft against him. He takes a sip.

“So… about our relationship… do you truly want to end it? We can work through this together.” He croaks out, trying his best not to ramble. He takes a deep breath, calming his nerves. He can do this.

“… I’m not sure if this relationship is savable. Two years and you’ve just gotten… worse. Much worse than you have gotten better. It’s like you’ve been possessed.” He can see your eyes water up, but you don’t let them fall.

He wants to wipe them away.

“What do you mean?” He’s never felt so scared in his life. He hates this. He hates himself. “It’s just… I know I can get overbearing, and I promise that I don’t do it on purpose-“

You cut him off, “That’s the problem. You don’t do it on purpose. It’s harder to resent you that way.”

Resent him? What do you mean by that?

“I don’t… I don’t know what to do. You’re… you used to be a good boyfriend. Someone I wanted to marry… but you’re not that same person anymore. And I’m not sure if we can fix this… if you can fix yourself. I’m not a therapist… yet you treated me as one for years.”

Your shoulders slack and you don’t make an effort to look at him. You don’t make an effort to drink the wine either.

He can feel his heart breaking. What should he do? What can he do? Crying (a rare sight indeed) won’t do anything. It’ll only prove you right if he cries and begs for you to reconsider. He needs you to drink the wine. A good amount of it.

He takes another swing, enough to the point the glass is almost empty. Too much at once, he hasn’t even eaten yet. He wants to eat you. But not when you’re crying like this.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware that I was that… inconsiderate.” Ever so slowly, he takes small steps towards you. You don’t resist when he gets on his knees, gently placing his head on your lap. His arms wrap around your legs. And, almost as if it was natural, your hand comes town to thread fingers through his hair.

Even when you ‘resent’ him, you still comfort him. You really were too good for him. But it’s because of that he doesn’t want to let go. No. he’d never let you go. He’ll drag you to hell if he has to.

“… To think the esteemed Diluc would beg on his knees… hah,” a humorless laugh that shakes him through his core. You sound tired, so, so tired. You’re really going to give up on him. Was he really that bad? Sure, maybe he overshared, at times, and was a bit controlling, but…

He never hit you. Never raised his voice at you.

He’s in denial. He doesn’t want to admit to his mistakes right now. He’ll do it (probably) after you two make up. He’ll do it once you say you won’t leave, that you won’t give up on him, on the relationship. You’re all he has left.

His father’s dead, his ‘brother’ is a spy, he can’t really get along with anyone on an emotional level. Anyone except you. You know this, so why are you putting him through this? Can’t you see he needs you?

God helps the poor soul would dare take you away.

“… I’m sorry. I really am,” useless, he’s so useless right now. Helpless, he hates himself, he hates you. “I… can’t lose you. I love you, you know that, right?” Like he wasn’t the one pushing you away with his behavior and actions.

He’s a horrible person, a dreadful and emotional abusive boyfriend. The naked eye can’t see it, but a trained one can. Likeminded people can. The victim can.

“Diluc… sit down, okay? You’re going to make yourself sick,” you run your fingers through his red mop of hair before retreating it. No, no, no, you can’t do that. You just can’t.

You have to drink the wine. You need to understand he’s protecting you. You need to understand he needs you. So, stay, please.

Don’t make things even more complicated.

“… do you love me?” He looks up, eyes glossy and he watches as your strong façade crumble. He was your weakness as you were his. You’re perfect for each other, however toxic the relationship may be.

“I… I don’t know anymore. I feel like I love you, but I know I shouldn’t.” Shaking your head, you gently push at his shoulders. The effort is weak, almost meaningless. He gives a squeeze before getting up and returning to his seat.

It’s when he sits down, head falling into his hands, when you take a swing. He hears you slam the glass on the mahogany wood. Hope lights up in his chest, but even so, it feels so wrong. But he needs to do this. For him. For you.

How selfish of a person he was.

“… I can’t promise I won’t fall back into the habit, but –“

“You said that last time. And here we are, again. You say you’ll do better, that you’ll listen. Sure, you do, but only for a week. And then the cycle repeats.” You sigh out, now crying, finally breaking down despite everything.

Sobs, ugly sobs that he hates to hear. He’s not sure when he got up, or how long he’s been hugging you, but he knows that you need comfort. Maybe not from him, but he’s the only one here anyway. The servants are outside, cleaning the yard, tending to the grapes, shooing of pests.

Just you and him. No-one will hear, and even if they did… who are they to question their boss? Money talks.

You stay like that, for a while. Crying in his arms as he strokes your hair. He’s not sure when you had stopped, and completely forgotten about the drug.

He only remembers it when his body starts to heat up. And the same must be said for you, as you’re quivering in his grasp. The way you quiver whenever he drags you across his crotch, erection making contact with your clothed pussy.

Like right now, your hips rolling against his as he practically dragged you to the couch in the study once you started to kiss out of pure lust. You’re panting above him, eyes shut tight. Maybe you didn’t want to see him. He hates it, but that’s okay. As long as you’re here, with him, and not thinking of another man.

“Fuck… my body’s hot. I’m scared yet I can’t stop… did you put something in the drink?” You question him, voice broken and breathy as you keep rolling your hips. Harder, faster, more friction, you need him as much as he needs you. He’ll get you, and you’ll have him.

Like it’s supposed to be.

“Are you… mmh… that weary of me?” You’re far too gone to properly hear him, chasing pleasure above answers. His gloved fingers tug at your skirt, wanting it off. He wants to see you bare. Patience... patience, he tells himself.

A squeal, mouth open and he can’t help but kiss you. saliva everywhere, any pretense of a breakup gone. For now. And yet you both don’t care, delving into the pits of pleasure that’ll never be enough. He bites your lips hard enough to draw blood, you claw at his neck deep enough to see crimson.

You hurt and take, hurt and take. You break his heart, he’ll break your mind on his cock. Just… be good.

“Diluc… wedding… I want to wait – oh! – but… ah… not sure if I can…” you’re groping yourself, thumb ribbing at where your nipple would be. Too many clothes, hot, clit throbbing while grinding against him like there’s no tomorrow. Diluc takes this chance to tease you, just a bit.

“Wedding… you still want to marry me?” There’s a slight teasing to it, and he proceeds to kiss your neck. Gently, gently, so gentle you want more. He wants to drive you crazy. “But, of course, if you want it now, I won’t say no…”

Another moan, another messy kiss. Your lips are raw by now, and you’re not sure when he dragged the front of your shirt down, sucking on the bare skin before him. He bites your neck, leaving marks, he gropes your breasts, your hands now tugging at his hair.

He hisses at the sting, but it only drives him to do more. His free hand dives under your dress, the skirt of it wrinkled now.

“Diluc… please, fuck, I need you,” you breathe out, grinding against his hand as he teases you through your underwear. Slowly, he brings his hand back, using his teeth to take his glove off. Almost, he’s almost there. He needs to loosen you up. Hopefully, hopefully this drug will help with the pain.

Ah. Blood.

He needs to do this in the bedroom, easier to change the sheets.

--

You’re naked in no time, and despite the drug running through your veins like fire, you’re still scared. Very scared, and he feels so horrible about it. and yet, yet he can’t stop himself for shit. He’s horrible, shitty, controlling, obsessive, possessive, and desperate. Paranoid to a fault, he plans on tying you to him via family.

It’s hard to raise a child on your own. Reputation is important, and everyone would lose respect for you, for a good while at first. And besides… they would know who the father was. If they inherit his features, be it the red hair or ruby eyes, they’ll know. They’ll blame one of you, both of you, taking one side or the other.

Thus, it’s just overall easier to stay together, avoiding controversy. A horrible and risky plan. But you would need the support, the funds, the father. It’s harder, nearly impossible to run away from him in such a state.

“Hey… it’ll be okay. I’ll take it slow, alright?” He reassures you, smiling down at you gently. He’s always imagined you like this – a panting mess, lips kiss swollen, hair sprayed around his pillow and your hair. Bite marks everywhere, nipples tendered from being sucked on so much.

He’ll make a mental note to be more gentle next time. But for now, he trails down his hand, fingers ghosting over your burning skin. Shaky breaths, and he can’t take his eyes off of the way you stare downwards. He’s naked too, his own hickies littering his neck like a necklace.

“G-gentle…,” you breathe out, legs shaking in both fear and anticipation. You can’t wait, and neither can he. So he doesn’t, tracking your slick slit once before slowly entering. A gasp, and h looks up to make sure you weren’t in too much pain.

Instead, he’s met with the sight of you biting your lips, pleasure written all over your face. The drug works, it’s helping with the pain. Making things far easier than he thought it would be. He’ll make sure to thank Albedo to the moon and back.

“Diluc…” He’s brought back to reality when you whimper his name, and he softly shushes you. If you say his name like that one more time, he might just slip in without any prep. Without any consideration.

“Shh… there’s no need to rush. Let’s try to take our time, okay?” He kisses your forehead, finger curling slightly inside you. The way you arch your back is heavenly, the drug making you far more sensitive. “I’ll take good care of you. Promise.”

Nodding, you relax, allowing him to add a second finger. It feels rushed despite his words, but you don’t comment on it. You can’t, not when he’s curling them oh so deliciously. And he knows this, he’s not completely lost in lust just yet. He needs to drown you in pleasure, drive you crazy with it before he succumb to his own desire completely.

Just a bit more.

The squelching echoes in his room, bouncing off the walls. His ribs had become a drum, his heart the stick. Small, needy breaths that leave your lips, crying out when he curls his fingers at a certain angle. Oh. He found it.

Your g-spot.

He’s heard of it, and thought it was rubbish at first. Until Adelinde smacked his head when he suggested such a thing. The Head Maid made sure to educate him on sex that day, showing diagrams and pictures, along with books written about the subject. He’s almost entirely forgotten about it.

“There?” he asks, repeating the action once more. You nod your head several times and in quick succession – too lucid to properly beg, too desperate to fully think it thoroughly. “Such a needy little thing,” a third finger elicits a hiss from you, causing him to pause. He waits until you give him the green light.

“It – it feels weird… but good at the same time. Is this normal?” Croaking, you’re croaking out sentences now, and Diluc resists the urge to kiss you until you run out of breath. Your fingers grasp at his shoulders, trembling slightly. He can’t tell if it’s from fear or pleasure.

For his own sanity, he hopes it’s the latter.

“I’m… not sure. I think it is. Just tell me if it’s too much, and I’ll slow down.”

He didn’t say he would stop.

Diluc sees the worry in your eyes, the questions he won’t answer, and he feels guilty. It’s far too late to stop, and even if you were to ask him of it, he wouldn’t be able to. So he gives you the illusion of choice, and from the way your eyes travel down to where he’s fingering you, he can only guess you chose to ignore the reasoning in your head. What a good girl you are for and to him. Like always.

“Diluc… Diluc…” your eyes shut tight, breathing heavier as he fastens his pace, fingers pumping in and out while curling all the same. You need this too, right? He can’t force you if you were the one who asked for it.

Your belly tightens, and hips grind against the hell of his palm. You’re almost there, he thinks. You’re becoming wild, all pretense of rationally gone with the wind. He’s there, he’s there, you’re there, shivering in the palm of his hand. Like you should be.

“Ah, ah, fuck!” One more buck of your hips and he feels something wet. Upon looking down, he notices something red, very thing and small, mixed with a clear liquid. Did you cum? He feels bad for making you bleed already*.

Your chest heaves, and for a moment, he’s afraid you’ll come back to your sense. You’ll hate him for sure. But his own body is burning, cock twitching, and he’s going to die if you resist. Please, just make everything simple and easy. Please, for both of your sakes.

He gives you time to recover despite the urge to fuck you silly. Patience, patience, at least pretend to be a gentleman he tells himself. Anything and everything for you. Except letting you go.

“Do you need a breather?” gently, gently he removes his fingers, trying his best to treat you nicely. He tries not to grit his teeth when you nod your head. He’s already doing something awful. He needs to make you comfortable, at the very least.

A few minutes before you calm down, laying flat on your back, hands leaving him and choosing to grip his sheets instead. You’re distancing yourself from him. A bit lucid, but enough to resist.

“Alright… please be gentle,” closing your eyes, your arousal is still there, you still need him as badly as he needs you. He doesn’t wait a second to hover above you properly. His place, this is his place, you’re his and will always be his. You signed your faith the moment you appeared in his life.

“Gentle…,” he tells himself, taking in a deep breath. It stings you when he pushes in, slowly and gentle like he promised. Hands grip your hips, and he leans back on his heels a bit. You gasp, from pleasure mostly, and he stills. Be a gentleman in appearance, at least.

One second, two seconds, and at ten he starts to move. a deep sigh of pleasure from you both, yours higher than his. The tone was different compared to when you dragged your hips across his, clothes separating you. But now, now he can feel everything – the thought of a condom never having crossed your mind once. Good, everything is sailing smoothly.

“You’re, ngh, tight… fuck, you’re driving me crazy angel.” Unexpectedly, you mewl at the nickname, and without meaning too, he gives a hard thrust. Fuck, you’re going to be the death of him. One thrust, two thrust, and you’re begging him to fuck you harder at the fifth one, legs wrapping around his waist and hands clawing at his chest.

He loves you like this; he wants you remain so needy for him. “Diluc! Fuck, don’t stop!” Both blood and slick cover his cock and make a mess on his bed. He’ll have to give you a warm towel after this, a glass of water. And a lie about cumming inside.

“It feels good, fuck why did we wait so long?” His hips can’t stop moving as he questions you. You don’t answer, you can’t when you’re moaning like a whore. And he loves it, he loves the fact that only he can make you this way. He loves the fact that he’ll be your first and last partner.

He might hurt a man who would dare to attempt to do the same.

It doesn’t last long, neither of you do. He makes sure to circle your clit with his thumb, wanting to bring you more pleasure. You needed to finish with him. You needed to be distracted from the feeling of his cum painting your womb white.

And when he does, he lets out a low groan, your squeal music to his ears. he holds you tight until his balls are empty. And ever so slowly pulls out, careful to not alarm you. His goal was done, and hopefully, this’ll be enough to get you pregnant.

If not, he’ll come up with other plans.

“I love you…” one of his hands comes down to wipe away the sweat from your forehead. Your skin is sticky, eyes dazed. It’s a sight he’ll never forget.

You don’t answer, not at first.

“I… I love you too.”

A soft peck and he’s up to soak a towel in warm water. You’re too tired to check your lower half, eyes closing against your will. But it’s okay, it’s Diluc after all. Surely, he wouldn’t do anything… right?

As for Diluc… he’s already coming up with baby names.

 ===

 A/N:* - tmi but the very first time I got fingered, I bleed a bit lmao. I don’t know how it is for everyone else, so I just used my own experiences. Seriously though, acting like Diluc in this fic is fucked up. Please don’t do that.

[baurbiediv]

hate to be lame {3}

PAIRING ➔ jj maybank x pogue!reader

WARNING(S) ➔ water being thrown, physical fighting (pushing, punches), screaming match between reader & kiara

SYNOPSIS ➔ you and jj seem to be getting back on track, but when a certain someone is trying to get in between the two of you again? you take matters into your own hands.

SIDE NOTE ➔ wish i could give creds to the gif owner!! if anyone knows who it is, please tag them so i can give rightful creds!! (FUCKK, he looks so good in that gif but then again i felt so bad for him in this scene ://)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ➔ once again, i am NOT a kie anti, just for the storyline + LAST PART!!

parts one + two

-

“i pushed you away because i fucked up. a couple days after the argument, i told kiara everything. my head was everywhere and .. and we made out.”

your own boyfriend pushed you away and made out with not only someone else but of all people, your own best friend. truth be told, you wanted to lash out at him, he knew there were boundaries set and he broke them.

if you were to go do the same thing he did, jj would be looking for the guy and trying to knock his head off backwards right now. but you’d be crowned ‘bitch of the year award’ for going after kiara, but rightfully so, she knew it was wrong.

she knew you and jj were in a bad spot right then and she took that as an opportunity for herself to get what she had wanted.

you never tried anything like that whenever she had her eyes set for someone else because you knew better than that. but now the flip in you was teetering between off and on.

it was a silent night, the faint sound of the water being carried along with the wind was the only thing to be heard, besides the loud cheering of the group.

you ultimately decided to get out of the hot tub and make your way into the chateau hoping that a certain someone would follow you in. “i should go and talk to her.” kiara said as she watched you disappear into the house, sarah looked over at kiara, “just know that if she beats your ass, you deserved it!” cleo said just before laughing. john b, pope, and jj oblivious to the conversation.

sarah snickered before kiara sent her a glare, which caused the blonde to look away before coughing. kiara hopped out the hot tub and trailed into the chateau, seeing your figure in the kitchen.

she took a deep breath, “y/n?” she called out. mentally cursing yourself out, you rolled your eyes, “in the kitchen!” you yelled back before grabbing what you needed. kie approached you with her hands in her back pockets, “look, i know you hate me right now but that might be an understatement, and i don’t blame you for it. i just want to apologize to you, it wasn’t cool and i wanna know if we’re cool.” she said, a slight smile prominent on her face.

you nodded and pushed your tongue into your cheek before throwing water into her face, prompting you to hop off the counter you were sitting on. “you just ‘wanna know if we’re cool?’, you kissed my boyfriend kiara! you of all people should’ve known how incredibly fucked up that is.” you spat back at her, your temper was at an all time high.

you pushed past her and made your way out the chateau. kiara chase you out the house and catching up to you as you were on the steps. without hesitation she pushed you, not rough enough for you to fall but enough for you to merely lose your balance and stumble down the steps.

sarah and cleo had now begun to watch this go down, the two of you telling in the distance. and yet again the boys oblivious to this as the three of them were on the dock talking about whatever had been on their minds.

“what is wrong with you!” kiara yelled as she finally reached you at the bottom of the porch. before your mind could react, your body did it for itself. in a quick second, your fist connected with the left side of her face which send her flying back.

cleo made a ‘damn i know that hurt’ face as sarah quickly looked over at cleo, “i think we should stop them before it gets serious.” sarah said nervously.

cleo just shook her head before laughing, “ah ah, kiara had it coming. look sarah, if some girl did this with john b, you’d do the same thing.” she said patting sarah’s shoulder.

within moments kiara was able to get two hits in, one to your lip, and a scratch across your cheek.

pope now witnessed the two of you in the distance, “guys! look,” pope nearly yelled, pointing over at the chateau, john b and jj who were bickering about something stupid, quickly turned to where pope pointed to.

jj squinted his eyes, “is that y/n and kie?” he said now standing up. the three boys ran up the dock and up to the hot tub where cleo and sarah had now become bystanders to the whole ordeal.

by now you were standing face to face with kiara. you “what’s wrong with me? i’ll tell you what’s wrong with me,”

fists balled up to the point they almost turned white.

“you, my own best fucking friend, went behind my back and made out with my boyfriend. kiara, you had the nerve to sit in my face and never tell me what went down. some fucking friend you are. and you think that magically, y/n will be completely okay with you macking on her boyfriend! wake up and get out of kiaraland. not everything will play into your hand like you want it to.”

you said as your finger nearly pried into her collarbone, making sure she felt and understood every single word that came out of your mouth.

before anyone could say anything else, this moment had flashed before everyone’s eyes. you tackled her and let your fists nearly pummel her face in. john b and jj quickly made their way over to you, jj pried you off of kiara as john b got kiara off the ground.

what a way to end a night.

-

sitting quietly, in the living room as jj tended to the cuts on your face, “never did i think we’d be doing this the other way around.” jj said as he lightly cracked a smile.

uncontrollably, you also smiled at that. “if i’m gonna be honest, i could’ve slapped you back there, too, but i felt like that would’ve been too much for one night.”

you said looking at jj which prompted him to let out a laugh. “but if i’m gonna be honest, that was really hot.” he admitted, which made you raise an eye brow. “i gotta see that side of you more often,” he said getting all excited.

“it was like something straight out of an action movie, i mean seriously y/n!” he exclaimed as you laughed.

he got up and started mimicking all kinds of different sound effects and started to reenact everything that went down. “you’re such a dork!” you said as you began to laugh.

he plopped back down on the couch and looked at you, “i’m a dork for you and you only y/n.” he said lightheartedly, before placing a kiss on your nose.

“i love you jayj.”

“i love you too y/n.”

-

[annabel-lee-nevermore]

Hey. I'm sure all of you have seen Red's post, which they chose to call an apology (though I beg to differ in some parts), where I was called out amongst many others. This whole situation is a mess and though there have been many posts already, I just want to add my two cents, as someone who was directly named. Apologies for how late this is compared to the rest of the situation, not trying to stir it all up again, I’ve just been busy. (Please note that everything I say here is my own take/opinions and I am not directly speaking for anyone else, any issues you have with anything said here are with me alone.) 

First of all, Red promised this post would be about the Crimson situation, the long prologue with the explanations of the "cliques" is completely unrelated and just an attempt to shift blame onto other groups for the situation blowing up as it did. This is especially horrible because of the fact that many of the people named are MINORS, who Red has constantly claimed to prioritize protecting, especially in the situation with Crimson exposing minors to NSFW. I'm not going to harp too much on the Crimson situation as I wasn't involved (or capable of being involved after my ban), though everything I have seen from Red has been a shitshow of mishandling, which they addressed, and I will give them credit for admitting they fucked up with it, and am VERY glad to see them step back from moderating, as I feel they were under far too much stress by both being highly active in the server as a mod and also trying to write a good story, and hope a larger variety of mods does the server good. I was there when the server hit 1k members, and knowing that the mod team didn’t grow until now (when last I heard it was around 6k?) feels like it would have driven anyone trying to moderate it insane. 

However, I am here to give my side of the story, which goes back to the drama with the confession blog "@/esoterichistoria", in which they were sent an anon ask which [paraphrased] asked why the account existed and what they got out of it, in a sense that implied they didn't believe the account should exist. This ask was not answered publicly and was screenshotted and posted in the hideout, one of the NON PATREON channels in the discord. Red then went on to reveal themselves as the person behind this anon ask which led to other people sending harassment to the account. I was firmly on the side of supporting EH, and wound up creating a post of my own  calling out the hypocrisy and "word of god" reliance on lore snippets sent by Red and Flynn in the discord, which when sent in the free channels would eventually disperse into the tumblr fandom. Unless I mistakenly shared a minor fact that was patreon exclusive (which would have only been shared to me by someone who was affected asking if they were right to be concerned about it) I did not intentionally state any patreon only information in any of my comments within and under that post. 

That post for me, was what happened when the straw broke the camel's back. I had seen several instances of fan to fan hostility (such as telling people off for using the tumblr "#nevermore webtoon" tag for confession blog related posts, but only for the original blog and not the second one that popped up during this drama). I was fed up with watching a fandom I truly loved fall apart, and felt that speaking up about it would be the only way to see any change within this issue. However, I will admit the post was written in a stress induced craze as I was at the end of finals and preparing to move at the same time, which definitely greatly impacted my capacity to truly think through why I should make that post in the first place, but I felt the only way to get the drama out of my head was to send it out into the void of tumblr, and then, through the next day when I had a few spare moments I responded to a few people asking clarifying questions with less than stellar tact. 

It was quite shocking for me to find out, just a day or so later (forgive me I am not the greatest with dates or timelines) that the Nevermore discord was gone from my server list, which I mainly noticed because I often use the emotes from that server in casual conversations with friends, and found my favorited emotes completely lacking of them. I had no message of why I had been banned, and shrugged it off as I hadn't been active in the discord community in ages, as I was busy with other things. 

A few hours later, Percy, who Red had reached out to directly (but none of the other members of our "clique" as Red puts it heard a peep) shared a truly baffling DM that consisted of refusing to explain and extrapolating reasons behind actions that did not exist to justify the ban. We laughed it off and moved on, as though we enjoyed the fandom and comic itself, losing access to the discord was no loss as of our lack of usage of it in the first place. 

I was in no way Stalking, nor were any of my friends. We had been members of a fandom who loved the comic and fandom, and had come to a point where our unpopular fandom opinions led us to feel a bit on the outside of the main popular opinion, and we were also just naturally shifting to different interests. 

This, alongside the fallout of having expressed opinions on Montresor and the specific ways that his relationship with Ada progressed. I DON'T see people who ship Montrada as supporting a "SA Fetish Ship", I just personally wasn't a fan of it and alongside my friends who shared the same opinion, was sick of being told that we were blatantly WRONG for having a differing opinion, and chose to distance ourselves because of the level of vitriol we had experienced, and some made a statement saying we didn't wish to associate with people who enjoyed the ship, which is a perfectly normal way to interact with fandom. There are definitely perfectly valid ways to interact with the ship, and even explore it in interesting ways, it is just ways that I personally am not interested in engaging with. 

(And just to point out the elephant in the room, yes I have a fic that focuses on Montrada, both because I saw a part of my former self in Ada and someone who hurt me in Montresor, and this fic was planned out long before Montrada was hinting at becoming canon in the comic. Though this fic is written in an explicit manner, it was on a site that allows that and was tagged correctly for those who wish to avoid it.) 

I know I'm trying to prove myself to people who have made up their minds on if they believe Red's statement, and I know for those who have their minds made up, nothing I can say will change that unless they are willing to, and I can't force that. I personally do not agree with many opinions Red holds, and find the act of plastering the usernames of people, including minors, that they dislike on a public tumblr post knowing they have a loyal fanbase who may choose to take it upon themselves to harass people out of a sense of vigilante justice, frankly abhorrent and irresponsible. Though I would like to believe that the Nevermore fandom is better than stooping to harassment, I know it is naive to believe in any fandom that this is the case, every fandom will have a few bad apples, even if the fandom at large is kind and passionate and supportive of fellow fans. (note: as of writing at least one person I've been in contact with have received direct harassment) 

As someone who has a tendency to come across as rude and bitchy when in a passionate argument/debate with someone, especially when an emotional connection to the subject is involved on my end, I know I may have been combative to an excessive degree and given myself a bad name. For anyone who has felt hurt in an argument with me, I do apologize, as sometimes I don't know the harshness of my words. I do quite enjoy a good argument, and when things get heated I do find myself being quite harsh, something many people do, especially when they have had a history of being the only one on their side of an opinion.  

Despite the drama, I do still love the comic, through a more analytical lens and with caveats of my own personal opinions perhaps, but I do truly love the characters, the world, and am curious to know what comes next in the story when it returns from hiatus. Though I don't believe I will ever have a positive view of Red interpersonally, I want them and Flynn to be able to continue the comic for as long as they feel they need to tell a complete story. I probably will continue to write fic and engage with the fandom, as in my opinion, Fandom is for the Fans, not the Creators, and I truly do love sharing my writing with the Fandom, and I have many fic ideas that I want to have a chance to bring to fruition. 

For those who don't wish to dig in deep on the older drama with the Montrada situation or my general drama hot takes, you can hop off here, and even if this didn't change anything for you I appreciate you taking the chance on hearing me out, as I am quite wordy and I know this post is already rather long. However, since Red’s post brought up these issues, I feel I should at least address them.

First off, on the accusation of stalking, I do feel Red may be pointing a finger and forgetting that three point back at them, as though I do understand wanting to have a grasp on who someone is when you feel wronged by them, going out of your way to construct a narrative of who's friends with who, and what they do in their free time, alongside congregating information about them to share publicly when even in the best case of you being correct their crimes were at MOST having an insular group chat and occasionally getting in arguments about unpopular fandom opinions or standing opposite your side in drama. 

By every metric, while sharing screenshots can be seen as in bad taste, doing so with a small group of friends in a private group chat is not the end of the world. The phrase "keep it in the group chat" exists for a reason, people often share with their friends things they may not say publicly, and that is perfectly okay provided it's not planning some sort of direct attack on someone. People going "ugh I don't agree with xyz and wish they'd see reason" to friends is not stalking, it's a bit of gossip between friends, and when it comes from something that began as a shared interest that brought the group together, there's no harm in it. However, congregating identifying information and sharing it publicly DOES have harm in it, because no matter how many times you tell your audience not to harass people, opening the doors for it makes it more likely to happen regardless.

Secondly, calling the post an apology was a half truth. Yes, the final paragraphs WERE an apology, but based on the situation and what was truly going on, the explanations of the Cliques was unnecessary and distracted greatly from the actual apology present. Especially as the context of “Clique 2” does NOTHING to add to the story of the situation with Crimson and why an apology is necessary. The situation was blown greatly out of proportion by adding on more context than the situation required, and is definitely the reason the controversy has grown so large. Not only was diverting to the explanations of the Cliques cluttering the otherwise potentially strong apology, it both works to paint Red as the victim to garner sympathy from loyal fans, and gives a target to go after for why the situation has grown so horrible, when a concise apology that left that all out would have cleared the air on the Crimson situation and not led to a large group of people who were unjustly called out and have their information blasted for anyone to see and opening them to excessive harassment. 

Finally, Speaking to Red directly, If you'll allow me to speak at you a bit personally for a moment, the way you framed things in your post regarding "Clique 2" to me in some regards comes across as a misinterpretation of criticism of the comic and its characters as a criticism of you. As a writer I understand how your work often feels like an extension of you, and criticism often feels personal, but to take a small group of people who share a similar criticism and extrapolate it to mean they're spreading vitriol about you is a bit extreme. 

(And in screenshots regarding the Prospero aromanticism issue that have been posted to tumblr, this seems to be a recurring pattern of seeing anyone who has concerns about how a certain aspect is being normalized within the fandom with encouragement from the creators, which regardless of intent comes across as endorsement, as an attack and trying to make an issue out of something that isn’t really that deep.) 

Anyways, the main situation regarding the Montresor and Ada ship happened over a year ago and I have no way to access or look back on what was said having been banned from the discord, there may be discrepancies in intent and execution so take all of this with a grain of salt if you'd like, but I never meant to say that you as the author were glorifying SA by having Montresor and Ada to exist as a ship. It was a mixture frustration with how Ada's characterization (as interpreted by what existed in the comic) did a 180 and how the relationship between her and Monty was framed and the fandom's manner of acting as if saying that it personally made someone uncomfortable they were just a hater trying to stir drama. The fandom's usage of the phrase “fun toxic” and overromanticizing when Monty had been consistently characterized as misogynistic (not a bad thing) and Ada's prior characterization didn't line up with the “mutually toxic” idea that was being spread. I'd be a hypocrite if I was saying that every ship had to be morally pure, I've written some pretty morally bankrupt relationships in my own original works. I just found that the way the fandom acted around Montrada at the time was really uncomfortable to be around as an SA survivor simply because of the way people were changing their opinions of the barking scene, which to me with just the context of the scene itself was not at all something Ada did consensually (or only did under coercion) and is a form of humiliation which is sexual harassment. 

It was never a moral righteousness witch hunt or anything, more just some fans pointing out how the portrayal of it could come off to people who was a survivor of someone who acted like Monty and that the energy in the fandom around it was uncomfortable and didn't actually leave room for nuance on the opinions of Montrada. I have always been a proponent of letting people ship what they want to, even if it’s personally not what I enjoy in the fandom. Perhaps the way it was portrayed on my end at the time didn’t come off the way it was intended, but there is a massive difference in my opinion between thinking anyone who enjoys a particular ship is evil and being personally uncomfortable with a ship and not wanting to engage with it within fandom, even with it being canon. And the preference for Morella and Ada was never upholding a "morally pure" ship as "better" than Montrada, it was simply preference from people who had already been shipping Morellada for a long time and didn't choose to abandon ship over Montrada becoming canon, only finding new reasons to continue holding that opinion. 

All in all. I’ll miss when the good times of the fandom were around, and definitely will stick around for season 2. I wish it hadn’t all turned out this way, as I’ve made great memories and friends because of this comic and community. To anyone who still has questions or something to say to me, my ask box and dms here have always been open. And hey, if Red or Flynn have anything to say to me, feel free to reach out. I’m open to a civil conversation if that's what’s desired. 

~~ Rose, of the “dark stalker Clique”

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WINGS AND EMBERS

chapter 2

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Summary: You and Bradley met for the first time when accident happened on the base. Bob and Nat had emergency landing, because their plane was on fire. At the scene yours and Bradleys paths crossed for the first time and since then your relationship was full of embers, and planes.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / unprotected sex / oral sex / flying / english is not my first language / let me know if I need to tag anything else

Pairing: firefighter!Y/N x Bradley Bradshaw

Word count: 6,7k

Author's note: let me know your thoughts on this story, please! I have ideas for one or maybe two more chapters, so your ideas are welcomed if you'd like to read more! Hopefully the next chapter won't take me months to write again, sorry!💗

Two days later, but still no text from Bradley. You started to think that either he’s planning the biggest date ever or that he lost interest in you. You tried to be fine with the second option, but it wasn’t easy. After long time you found interest in someone. Not just someone, he is handsome, smart, mature and seemed to have similar visions for future.

“Has he texted yet?” Travis peeked his head into your opened office doors.

“Do you realize that every time you ask me that question it’s like you slap me in the face over and over again?” you exaggerated a bit, but you felt the need to make your point clear, after Travis had asked you if Bradley already texted you like a million times.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He entered the office with mug full of coffee and two cookies.

“Well, that could do as an apology.” As you were about to bite into that delicious cookie, your phone beeped.

You took a sip of coffee and then reached for your phone. Reading that text made your mood instantly better. “Speaking of the devil…” Travis reached for your phone over the table, looking more excited than you.

“Hi, it’s Bradley. I’m sorry for not texting earlier, but some shit happened at work and I got caught up. Are you free this Friday? Oh my god tell me you are free this Friday Y/N.” Travis yelled excitedly in your direction.

“Give me my phone back.” You took it out of his hand and read the text again. “The question is, should I be free the second he texts or should I give him some torture back, huh?”

“No no no, we’re not like that. Text him you are free this Friday and that it’s okay he didn’t text you the second you left the cab.” He said with irony in his voice.

“Okay.” You said with a pout that made you look like a kid that didn’t get what they wanted.

And with that you added “Bradley” in your calendar on Friday 5 PM.

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“How do I look?” you made a twirl in front of Travis and Matt, who were having a boys night.

Bradley didn’t tell you what you’re going to do, but told you to dress comfortable. But also said to not wear skirt or dress even though he liked your choice of clothes last time.

So you went with black loose pants and black short sleeved t shirt that you tucked into the pants. Small brown bag and basic white converse, along with half up hair and make up very light, including your significant eye liner and red lipstick.

“Hot but casual.”

“Sexy but in a nice way.” Both men sitting on a couch with beer said at the same time.

“Why isn’t Liv here, she would’ve been better help. But thank you.” You sent them a kiss and went to grab your sunglasses before going outside to wait for the handsome man in his blue bronco.

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“5 PM sharp.” You said when Bradley got out of his car to meet you at the passenger side of the car.

“Well, I’m in the Navy, right?” he chuckled.

“Man on time, I like that.” He took your face in his hands, lowering his head to yours.

“Hi.” Bradley whispered.

“Hi.” You whispered back and waited if he’s going to kiss you here, in the open space of the street you live at. You also felt four burning holes in your back, as you were sure Matt and Travis were watching the two of you.

And he did kiss you. Bradley put his lips on yours, kissing you gently. Then he gave you two small pecks and disconnected your face from his.

“You look very nice, as always.”

“Thank you, you look good too.” With that Bradley opened the passenger’s door and you jumped in. You scanned him when he jogged to the driver’s side and slid in.

“So can you tell me what’s the plan for tonight already?” you smiled at Bradley, because you couldn’t stop smiling since the minute he landed his lips at yours.

“Surprise baby, surprise.” With a smirk on his face he started the bronco and you were on your way.

“How do you like San Diego so far?” Bradley started the casual conversation when you left the street you live at.

“It’s nice. I haven’t seen much of it yet. I’ve been busy with work and getting to know everyone at the station, so I haven’t seen much of the actual city.” Your answer was the truth. Between trying to fit in the new group of fire fighters and moving all your stuff here, you haven’t had the time or energy to explore the new city.

“What a shame.” Bradley said, shaking his head in a way that told you he has something planned, you felt irony in his voice. “And how’s the new station for you?”

“It’s good so far. It always takes me a while to open up to new group of people, but it’s important for the job to get along with others. Travis was a big help in the beginning, but now I feel like a part of the family. But I don’t think I’ll change stations any time soon, that shit is tiring.” you looked out of the window and saw that you were driving away from the city centre, meaning you’re probably not going to some fancy restaurant for a dinner.

“Yeah changing places sucks. Deployment is hard, even though I always knew someone on the mission, the whole group is made of new people. And just like you said, it’s important to get along with people you work with.”

“Oh I’m such an idiot. Talking about how changing stations sucks, when you change bases on regular. Sorry.” and you really felt like an idiot, he’s in the Navy for fucks sake, of course he knows these things sucks.

“You’re not, it’s hard for everyone, no matter how many times you’ve been through it.” Bradley assured you, gently putting his hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze.

The conversation went well for the whole drive, that continued in the direction out of the city. After another 15 minutes you started noticing the layout, you were going to the base.

“Are you taking me on tour at your job?” you laughed at that idea, turning to look at Bradley who had a smirk on his face. You took a minute to look at him properly, his sunglasses making it hard for you to see his hazel eyes. His mustache and hair were styled, he had basic black t-shirt with jean shorts and he looked so good. The setting sun making him even prettier with its golden rays shining at his face.

“I told you it’s a surprise, you have to wait baby.” Baby, he called you baby again.

You drove through big security gate until you reached Bradley’s parking spot. He made sure to be quick to open your door and help you out of the bronco.

He held his hand out for you, so you took it an let him lead the way.

“Hey Rooster!” the guy at the front desk waved to Bradley, “and hi to your company.” he said in your direction with a genuine smile on his face.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” you introduced yourself and shook hands with the man who introduced himself as Craig.

“Craig is gonna need your ID to give you a visitor card, is it okay?”

“Of course.” so you took your ID from your purse, handed it to Craig, who gave it back with a visitor card that Bradley pinned to your t-shirt for you.

“Have fun!” you heard Craig when Bradley started to walk you down the hall.

“What does that mean, Bradley?” you were starting to get nervous, you were obviously the only one that didn’t know what’s going to happen and Bradley seemed to enjoy teasing you.

“I’m not going to spoil the surprise just minutes before it happens, why would I do that.” The smirk didn’t leave his face, and the confusion probably didn’t leave yours either.

You two walked through halls full of doors with words on them that you didn’t understand, until Bradley stopped in front of door that said “locker room 3” and opened them for you.

“So, you wait here and I’ll be back in a minute, okay?” you heard Bradley say when you looked around the room and through the window that was facing the side where the runways were.

You turned around and Bradley saw the confusion on your face, because surprises are fun and exciting, but being in unknown place and still not knowing what’s going to happen worried you a little.

“Okay.” You said with touch of worry in your voice.

“Don’t be scared, you’ll love it. I promise.” He made few steps, so he stood close to you and leaned down to kiss your forehead. You smelled his cologne, felt heat radiating from his body and felt his lips gently laying on your forehead.

“You better go and do what you need to do, or I’ll lose my mind.” You said with playful tone, feeling calmer now.

Bradley left the locker room and went into his squads locker room, where he changed into his khaki overall and then run down the hall to check with Nat that everything he asked her to prepare is ready.

She was standing next to Bradley’s aircraft and showing him her thumbs up, meaning everything was covered.

He then grabbed his and one spare helmet for you and made his way back to pick you up.

“I’m here.” You turned to face the door when Bradley started talking and you were sure he caught how your eyes scanned his tall and broad body in that overall. He looked good, really good.

Then you noticed the two helmets in his hands and suddenly you knew what your date is going to be.

“If you think I’m putting that on my head and going in the air with you, you’ll be very disappointed.” You said with a serious face. Not that you would be scared of flying, but big airplane compared to the one Bradley is flying with? Not a chance.

“Oh come on. I’ll be the pilot, you’ll just watch the sun set and the city you haven’t had the chance to explore.” Bradley started walking towards you, he put the helmet on bench next to you and put the spare khaki jacket over your shoulders. “Let’s put this on you, so you’re not cold.” He continued putting that jacket on you.

You took that as a chance to observe his face that was close to yours. His brows were furrowed as he was focused on putting that damn jacket on you. You lowered your gaze on his cheeks where you saw little scars and you almost didn’t stop yourself from touching them with your fingers. You moved your eyes to his pink lips that were slightly open. You really wanted to kiss him again.

“All done, let’s go.” He didn’t wait for your answer and just took both helmets in one of his hands and your hand in his other one.

He led you through another hallway until you reached the hangar, no one in sight, just you two and few aircrafts.

“This is my aircraft. It’s safe, we had weekly check up this morning.” Bradley wanted to make sure you’re not really scared, he wanted you to enjoy it. “You’re gonna sit in the back and won’t have to do anything, okay?” he looked for confirmation in your eyes, making sure you’re listening to what’s going to happen.

“I’ll do the job, you’ll just look at the sunset and the city. Our helmets are connected, we can talk over the mic, so if anything’s wrong or you don’t feel okay, just let me know. Ready?”

“Yeah, ready.” you let Bradley put the helmet on your head and help you inside the aircraft. When he was putting your seatbelts on, you tried not to focus on his hands touching your body over the thin fabric, remembering how they felt on your bare skin just a few days ago.

Once you were both seated, you heard Bradley asking for permission for take off and then you were on your way to the highway.

“Ready?” he asked you through the helmet mic.

“Ready.”

That was enough Bradley needed to put the aircraft in speed and take off from the ground. He heard few “shits” and “oh my gods” from you, but it made him laugh. It was everyday feeling for him, but not for you.

“We’re steady now. You doing okay back there?” he slightly turned to see if you were okay over his shoulder. He got only “mhm” as an answer, because you were busy looking down at the town. You suddenly didn’t feel scared of the height, because the view was breathtaking. You could see your station, the beach or the busy traffic.

“That’s really amazing Bradley.” You couldn’t stop staring at everything that was under you. You felt like up here nothing could hurt you. It was just you and Bradley, and the busy traffic didn’t matter, or that you had work next day didn’t matter.

“Worth the wait?”

“Absolutely.” You continued to fly over the city in comfortable silence, you took some pictures and enjoyed the perfect sunset.

But it wouldn’t be Bradley if he didn’t show you what this aircraft can do, right?

He showed you some maneuvers that got you holding on your seatbelts for your life and finished it with putting the plane in the highest speed.

“I’m gonna throw up if you do that again.” Bradley laughed at your comment.

“And we don’t want that. How about we land and move to our second part of the date?”

“There’s a second part? I’m sorry Bradley I don’t think anything can be better than this.”

“Good thing I’m not competing with myself.”

“Will you tell me what’s the second part or I’ll have to wait again.”

“Do you want me to tell you or do you want it to be surprise?”

“I’d like to know.”

“Dinner at the beach, is that okay with you?”

“More than okay.” You couldn’t help the smile forming on your face. He really is a gentleman and thought this date through.

He landed the plane very smoothly and helped you out of it. After you put the helmet and jacket back in its places, you made your way out to the parking lot.

Craig asked you how you liked the flight, confirming your theory that he knew about Bradley’s plan when you came in.

He laughed when you told him the speed made you sick, telling you you’d get used to it.

Back at the parking lot Bradley opened your door for you again, and after he got in his seat you made your way to the beach.

“It was really amazing Bradley, thank you.” You felt the urge to express your excitement to him, with that you touched his thigh gently with your hand.

“You’re very welcome, hope you’ll allow me to take you in the air again.” He took your hand in his and lifted it to his lips, kissing the palm of your hand oh so gently. “How does Chinese take out sound for you?”

“Good, I’m starving.”

So you went to pick the food and drinks. And while you two waited for your order, Bradley told you he has fruit and snacks in his car. You were actually impressed about what he planned for tonight. You thought he’s gonna take you to some restaurant to get through the date as quick as possible so he could take you to his place and have his way with you, but this made you think he probably really was interested in you.

When you arrived at the beach, you were surprised what amount of fruit and snacks he had in his trunk.

“I didn’t know what you like, so I got more options.” He told you like it was obvious.

He also had blankets and pillows that he made into comfortable place to sit on.

“Why didn’t you wear one of your Hawaiian shirts?” you teased Bradley with your question.

“Hey, you have a problem with my Hawaiian shirts?” he acted like it would offend him if you had a problem with them.

“I don’t, I just never met someone who would like them as much as you.”

“Give it a few more dates and you’ll love them as much as I do.”

“Few more dates huh?” you noticed that Bradley liked saying things like this and it got you all flustered.

“Yeah, I hope you didn’t think it was just a one time thing.” You didn’t know what you thought, you still don’t know Bradley that well to know if he’s serious about you or not.

“I don’t know, you can change your mind after tonight.”

“Can’t think of anything that would make me change my mind about you. I like you and I like spending time with you, I think few more dates will only get me to like you more.

You two finished your dinners and then laid down on the blanket you were sitting on and Bradley put another one over you. You had pillows, but somehow you ended with your head laying on Bradley’s chest.

“Did you became an aviator just because your dad was?” you asked Bradley, not sure if the mention of his dad was appropriate.

“Probably. I wanted to be just like my dad since I was a kid, I thought he was cool, so I wanted to be cool too. And when he died I felt it’s a way to still feel connected to him. It’s fun and it pays well.” He gave an honest answer. “Why did you choose firefighting?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t know what to choose for college and crisis management seemed easy so I picked that and then found a job in that field. It doesn’t pay very well, but it’s fun.”

“It’s dangerous.” Bradley added.

“Says a guy who flights fighting jets for a living.”

“Fair enough.” He laughed at your comment and then comfortable silence took over both of you. You could feel his heartbeat while laying on his chest, while he played with your hair.

The sun was already set, you were laying under the stars, both of you lost in your minds. You had so many questions you wanted to ask him, but you knew you’ll have a chance later, when he takes you out for a few more dates.

“Are you okay? Do you want another blanket or anything?” Bradley asked when he felt the wind around you.

“No, I’m fine.” You told him, his body giving you enough heat to not feel cold. You raised your head a little and looked at him.

He had his eyes closed and peaceful look on his face. He must’ve felt your stare, because he opened his eyes to look back at you.

“What?” he said in a whisper.

“Nothing, I’m just looking at you.” He didn’t know how to answer that, so he just smiled.

You leaned your head closer to his, just enough to feel his hot breath on your cheeks.

You dragged your hand over his chest into his hair, curling your fingers around his curls. Then, you reached to his cheeks, stroking your thumb gently across the scars like you wanted to do earlier. And he let you. He let you explore his face with your hand as he explored every inch of yours with his eyes. You felt something shift between the two of you and suddenly it felt more intimate than seconds before.

You lowered your hand to his lips, your thumb stroking over his lower lip now. He couldn’t stop himself from taking your hand in his and giving your palm a kiss. Then his hand reached for your neck and he pulled you close enough your lips touched.

You shared few innocent kisses, testing each other who will give in first. And he did. His kisses became more needy and his hands reached down to your waist to pull you over so were straddling his lap. He was careful enough to make sure the blanket was over your shoulder while he continued kissing you.

His hands rested on your hips, giving you gentle squeeze once in a while. You pulled away to take some breaths and saw his smirk and chest rising up and down, your make out session having the same effect on both of you.

“I don’t think this position is a good idea.” You whispered into his neck, very much aware that once you or him move, you won’t be able to stop yourself from repeating what happened in Bradley’s car.

He just chuckled and without any warning he turned you over, so you were laying under him.

You first whined at the loss of touch, but seeing him above you like this made for it quickly.

“Better?” he didn’t give you a chance to answer before he connected your lips again.

You felt his hand on your neck, giving you a gentle squeeze to test if you’re okay with it. Your reaction was biting his lip and letting out a small whine only he could hear.

“You like that huh?” he teased you, with his hand still around your neck.

“Shut up.” You kissed him this time. His hand travelled down from your neck to your breasts, where he just gently ran his palm over your shirt, teasing you. He felt your breath stuck in your throat when he did that.

“You’re so responsive baby.” He murmured with his lips still connected with yours.

He slid his hand down your side and you were scared what’s going to be your next reaction if he’s gonna go even lower, but then you felt something wet on your forehead.

It seemed like Bradley felt it too, because he pulled away from you to look around, when another raindrop fell on your forehead.

“It’s raining.” You said.

“Oh god.” Bradley said with disappointment in his voice and dropped his head on your chest.

You didn’t have a time to laugh at his reaction, because second later the rain started pouring down like crazy.

“Oh my god.” Bradley repeated himself and was quick to stand up, his hand already out for you to help you up.

“Pack the food, I’ll get the blankets.” He told you and you both started packing and taking anything you could in your hands to save it from getting wet.

You both run to the parking lot where Bradley’s bronco was parked and when you finally reached the vehicle, both of you very soaked through.

Your hair was all over your face, rain making it stick to your face, but you couldn’t help the smile on your face, it was kind of a funny situation.

Bradley took everything from your hands and threw it in the back of your car, then he opened the passenger door for you and helped you inside. His hands and his touch were hot against your cold skin which sent shivers through your body.

“Fucking weather.” Bradley murmured under his breath when he entered the car and slid behind the wheel. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh Bradley why are you apologizing? You can’t control the weather.” You reassured him you were okay, while he turned the heater on.

“I know, but I didn’t plan on our date ending like this.” He frowned a bit, which made you reach out to touch his forearm.

“It’s okay really, I had fun today.” You rubbed your fingers along his skin and comfortable silence fell over you. You looked out of the window to see the storm still going on strong, the only noises you could hear were the heater and rain falling quickly on windows.

“How do we always end up in my car, hm?” you turned to face Bradley once again after his comment, searching for a hidden meaning behind it.

You saw his smirk, obviously he was referring to what happened in his car the last time. That made your cheeks turn light shade of red, feeling ashamed once again.

“You don’t have to hide baby, I told you it was hot.” Bradley said to you after your head was once again facing the window, still feeling like you made yourself look like a horny teenager when you got off by dry humping his lap.

Bradley gently took your chin in his hand and turned your head to face him and gently stroke his thumb along your jaw.

Your heads were suddenly much closer than just a second ago and Bradley continued exploring your face with his thumb, dragging it from your jaw to your lips. First, he dragged it across your lower lip, before adding a bit of pressure to see if you’re gonna open your mouth for him, and you did.

He looked at your pretty and flustered face, before he leaned in to connect your and his lips.

You quickly gave in, returning kisses to his soft lips. His hand sneaked down from your jaw to your neck where he found comfortable place to hold you. Meanwhile one of your hand made its way to his forearm that was holding your neck, to ground yourself a little.

Bradley’s lips were fighting for dominance, which you gladly gave up. You wanted to see Bradley’s dominant side, so you tried to tease him with a gentle bite to his lower lip. His face turned into a smirk, one that mirrored yours, when he pulled just a tiny bit away to look at your face.

He didn’t feel like he needed to say something, he wanted to speak with his actions. His grip on your neck tightened when he pulled you in again, the kiss a bit harsher now. When he noticed you didn’t mind he added just a bit more pressure to your neck to see your reaction to that.

You liked that, a lot. His tight grip around your neck made your lips open and your breath quicken. He pulled away from you so he could see how you eyes closed and your face turned into something he found very sexy.

“You like that, huh?” he asked you, his voice harsh from not speaking for a while.

Your cheeks turned pink, suddenly feeling exposed. “Yeah.” you whispered back. “Take me to your place?” slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. It was a question, but also a request. You really wanted him to take you to his place and spend the night with him.

“If that’s what you want?” Bradley asked, looking for confirmation.

“Yeah, it is.” He gave you one quick kiss and then turned his attention to the driving wheel.

You took a moment to look at him, his cheeks flustered from the heat of the moment, his hair a mess, which you caused when you let your hand play with it when you kissed him just a minutes ago. Your gaze slid down his body, the bulge in his pants visible to you.

The sight of him had you squeezing your thighs together, hoping his place was a quick drive.

You stopped in front of small, but nice house. The rain finally calmed down, but didn’t stop fully, so when Bradley opened your door you two jogged to his entrance.

“You can take a shower and change into some of my dry clothes.” Bradley told you after he closed the door behind you.

He was facing you, his chest going up and down while drops of water ran down his face, his neck and then under the t-shirt he was wearing, that you really wanted to take off of him.

“Sure.” you replied and he took your hand to lead you upstairs where his bathroom was.

He opened the second door on the left and turned the light above his sink on.

“Here’s the bathroom, give me a minute and I’ll be back with the clothes for you.”

You didn’t have time to reply, so you stood there looking around. There wasn’t anything except one toothbrush, toothpaste and soap on the sink. Next to it were hangers for towels and opposite the sink was a big white laundry basket. The main thing of Bradley’s bathroom was the big shower stall separated with glass wall from the rest of the room. Simple, which made sense when there is one man living alone.

“Here you go. T-shirt, shorts and underwear for you.” There was Bradley standing with a pile of clothes in his hands.

“Thank you.” you went to grab the things from his hands and felt your fingers touch his while doing so. The lust in both of you was like an unspoken thing at that moment, but screaming so loud at the same time. Both of you wanted to jump in that shower together, but none of had a courage to say it loud.

You were staring at each other for a moment before Bradley took three steps towards you, kneeled down and opened one of the cabinets under the sink. He took out a white towel and stood up. While he did all of that, he never broke eye contact with you. You literally saw this man on his knees in front of you.

“And here.” he said just a bit louder that a whisper, still standing very very close to you.

“Thank you.” you said in return and went to grab the white fabric from Bradley’s hands. Your hands connected once again, but this time both of you left them in place, neither of you letting go of that towel. You scanned his face to see any sign of what’s going on in his head, but you only saw his eyes jump from your eyes to your lips.

And when Bradley saw your lips turn into a smirk, obviously noticing where his eyes were wandering, he leaned down and connected his lips with yours.

His kisses were different this time, more hungry.

“I need to take a shower.” you whispered against his lips.

“Mhm.” with a nod was Bradley’s answer before he took your t-shirt out of your black pants, “Let me help you.” he leaned back just a bit so he could pull the t-shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere behind you.

His hands were back your body, now touching nothing but your skin on your lower back. You were cold from the rain, but Bradley’s hands were hot, his touch warming you up even without trying.

You started tugging his t-shirt off too, watching with open mouth when he took it off and you saw his naked upper body. His chest was wide and muscular, and then there was his stomach that ended with sharp V line leading to his pants.

He didn’t give you much time to stare as he went to kiss your jaw while already stripping your pants off. You kicked them off and went for his belt, both of you eager to get to the shower.

“Can I?” Bradley’s hands traced the back of your bra.

“Yes.” and it was your turn to kiss his neck, while your nads wandered down his torso, teasing the line of his boxers.

He took your bra off and your right hand went to touch his hard dick through the fabric of his boxers. You heard his breath stop for a bit, smiling to yourself for the reaction you got from him.

He didn’t waist any time and went to grab both of your boobs, while you already started taking his underwear off.

When you were both naked, he walked you backwards into the big shower and started the water.

You had a minute to scan his naked body and had to clench your thighs together from the view. Water started dripping down his body, making him even more hot.

“What you’re thinking about?” Bradley asked you when he caught you staring.

“That I prefer sex in bed, but I’m starting to really like this.” you pointed your finger in his direction and then to his big shower.

“We don’t have to have sex here, we can just take a shower and then move to my bedroom.” he made sure to point out the ‘then’ and started moving towards you.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

You enjoyed Bradley’s hands on your body in the shower, he made sure to wash every curve on your body, leaving kisses on your shoulders every once in a while. And then you really like to wash his body too, feeling his hard but also soft body under your hands. Bradley was true to his words, nothing but a few stolen kisses in the shower.

He took his time drying you with the towel he left on the sink and didn’t even bother to dry himself, before he took you in his hands and ma his way to his bedroom.

Bradley gently laid you on his bed and put himself on his elbows so he wouldn’t fully lay on you.

“If there’s something you don’t like or want me to do, just tell me. Okay?” he wanted to make sure you’re comfortable with him, enough to tell him that you don’t like what he does.

“Okay.” and with that he kissed your jaw and then for your neck. His free hand wandered down your body until he took one breast in his hand and started gently toying with it. Neck kisses and his fingers playing with your nipple were enough for you to slip out a little moan.

Bradley moved his lips to your other breast and started sucking on your skin, finding your other nipple in seconds.

When he felt you lift your hips in desperate try to get some fraction where you needed it the most, he moved his hand to push your hips back into the matters and slowly moved his mouth closer to where you wanted him.

He took his time with teasing you, giving you kisses on your thighs, gently biting you few times.

“Bradley, please.” and he didn’t need more. Hearing his name from your lips was enough for him to not let you wait for another minute.

He held your thighs open and licked you from your hole up to your clit.

“Fuck.” he heard you moan. His lips found your clit and he changed between sucking and licking on it. He paid attention to which of his movements made you hold your breath or moan his name so he could do them again and again.

Your hand slipped down into his hair and he couldn’t help but groan when you tugged on it. He liked it.

He kept going from licking your wet hole to sucking on your clit, but when he started fucking you with his tongue you felt the orgasm build in your lower belly.

“Yes Bradley, don’t stop.” and he didn’t, he kept his pace to get you to your high. When the orgasm hit you, you squeezed his head with your thigs, but that didn’t stop him from licking you few more times through your high.

He gently kissed your tummy and chest while making his way up to your face. Your eyes stayed closed, still coming down from your orgasm. He loved to see you flustered like this. When you opened your eyes and saw his smirk, you pulled him down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips.

You pushed him over so you could straddle his thighs. Bradley put both of his hands behind his head and enjoyed the view he had.

You made sure to watch his face when you touched his dick, stroking the tip with your fingers.

“Oh fuck!” Bradley groaned and closed his eyes. “I’m not gonna last long like this baby.”

But you wanted to taste him, so before he could turn you both over, you leaned down and took him in your mouth. Another groan left his lips and you started to move your hand up and down while your hand played with the base of his cock.

He let you suck him for a few minutes, but then he needed to be inside you. He gently pulled you away from his member by your hair until you were facing him.

Between kisses he managed to turn you over again and you felt him collect your wetness before he pushed into you.

“Fuck.” Bradley groaned and his head fell to the crook of your neck. You only managed to open your mouth and roll your eyes to the back of your head at the feeling of him inside you.

You felt full, full of Bradley. He started moving after a while, making your head spin.

When you got a hold of yourself, you put your hands on his shoulders, squeezing him to encourage him to keep moving.

“You feel so good.” Bradley told you and then put his lips on yours.

His pace was steady, trying to last as long as he could. Until he heard you say “Harder Bradley, please.”

His hips slapped into yours, the only thing you could hear was skin on skin. Your mouth both open at this point, moaning into each other’s mouths and grabbing at each other’s body.

“I’m gonna cum baby.” Bradley said and you felt your second orgasm build up too.

Bradley felt you squeeze your walls around him, knowing your gonna cum too.

“Open your mouth.” you did as he told you and he put his two fingers in your mouth to suck on them. Then he gently lowered his hand on your clit and started moving them in small circles.

“Oh god!” was what you said before orgasm took over your body and all you could hear were Bradley’s grunts into your ear. Then you felt his hot cum on your belly and then Bradley’s body next to you.

There was silence for a few minutes, both of you still coming off from your highs.

You went to sit up, but Bradley stopped you “I’m gonna get a towel to clean you up and bring you the clothes.” and before he went to the bathroom he kissed your forehead.

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“Do you want to stay the night or want me to drop you home?” Bradley asked you just when you slipped the spoon with ice cream into your mouth. After you got dressed he took you down for a sweet snack.

“Oh I don’t want to be a bother, you can drop me home or I can call Travis to pick me here.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“You’re not a bother, you can stay if you want.”

“I don’t have my things for sleepover, but maybe next time?” you were surprised with yourself, being this bold and presuming there is going to be a next time.

“Sleepover and a second date? I’m in.”

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“Did you have sex with Mr. Sexy aviator?” Travis was in your face the second you closed your front door.

You and Bradley finished the ice cream and then he drove you to your place. It was 11PM and kind of hoped that Travis would be asleep so you could get away without this interrogation.

“Hi Travis. Yes the date was really nice, he took me to see and fly his plane and then we had romantic dinner at the beach. Thanks for asking.” you said with irony.

“You can give me those details later, did you have sex with that man?”

“Yes.”

“YES! Finally.”

“You’re acting like I haven’t touched a man in a decade.”

“Well, have you?” Travis said playfully.

“Shut up.” you pushed Travis out of your way and went to your room.

“I’m glad the date was nice!” you heard Travis yell after you, laughing at his reaction to the whole thing.

Later that night you caught yourself smiling while brushing your teeth. Because Travis was kinda right, this was your date after long time. A decent and very nice date.

You heard new notification on your phone, so you reached for it to see new message from Bradley.

“Thank you for tonight, hope I can take you out again. Good night xx.”

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Winds of Change

Prologue =-= Next

Author's note: Zeth's debut in Husbandry.

Warnings: None. Let me know if I need to add anything.

Summary: Zeth wanders Earth. Finds a Zoo and is stopped from eating at tasty creature in the Zoo.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Hunting for food on this planet was easy, the rivers and seas are full of all sorts of fun critters to eat. Same with the forests and deserts. All having something to consume, the base line humans are almost impressive in how bold they can be, coming up to a might Black Legionary and trying to shoo him away from scooping out some spikey sea creatures from a human-made pond.

He didn't understand the locals language verbal and written. He'd stumbled across this 'Zoo' whatever the fuck that was. And learned it contained people, lots, and lots, of base line humans, he's occasionally seen some fellow Marines, Chaos, Loyalist, and Renegade a lot. The human in uniform was definingly shouting at him as he been half way to grabbing the spiky sea creature that from the last time he'd tried it, it had been tasty.

He tilts his helmet down at the bold little human, still slowly trying to grab the spiky darkly colored sea creature when a voice rang out in High Gothic, "Do not pick up the sea creature. Step away from the human made ecosystem and come here."

"Why the fuck should I listen to you?" Zeth growls as he turns to face the person speaking High Gothic. Oh excellent an Ultramarine! They are so much fun to pester, they are such haughty, high handed bastards, but if you got them mad enough, they are fun in a scrap.

"Because this is a Zoo!" The Ultramarine says.

"Quick question," Zeth says, "What the Fuck is a Zoo?"

The Ultramarine stares at him and under his breath growls about Idiot Barbarian Cousins. Zeth scowled at him again, rude fucker ain't he? He snarled that at the Ultramarine who glared at him and explained in that annoyingly condescending way that Ultramarines get when they are in 'you fucking idiot Barbarian, how do you not know about something so civilized way. Which has him growling at the Loyalist Fucker some more.

"So… why can't I eat the spiny creature?" Zeth asks after listening to the Ultramarines frankly boring as fuck lecture on what a Zoo is and what it does.

"Because. The humans are keeping the spiny creatures here to study, and make more of them." The Ultramarine said through gritted teeth. "Where is the rest of your War band?"

"Fuck if I know. I woke up on this random as fuck planet and started seeing what fun was to be had." Zeth replies with a shrug, "Then found this… 'Zoo' thing and wandered about."

"Please tell me you haven't tried to eat anything else that is in an enclosure." The Ultramarine asked, well demanded.

The haughty, high handed fucker, while trying to pretend he's not pissed off, he can see one of the veins throbbing on the side of his neck that has Zeth grinning at the fucker in dark delight. "And why would I tell you if I have or haven't done that, Loyalist?"

The Ultramarine glares at him while sending a text-vox to someone, likely unimportant, "because if you have the humans will be upset."

"So?" Zeth asks, "I'm a Chaos Marine, I prefer it when the squisky base lines are upset."

"Because one way or another, if you have eaten anything you shouldn't, recompense will be taken from you." The Ultramarine replies.

"And why *the fuck would I allow that?" Zeth asks, tilting his head a little. He'd forgotten how fun it was to rile up Loyalists. Although, the uppity fucker has yet to try and attack him. He wonders why, and asks him that question. The Ultramarien visibly twitches, "I want to, but for … reasons that I'm not going in with you right now. I can't explain."

"ooh, how mysterious!" Zeth taunts, "You are a coward."

"That's enough of that," A Chaos-warped voice warbles out sternly.

Zeth turns to look at the- gaint fucker- of a Chaos Death Guard, in Apothecary armor patterning coming over and giving a firm look towards Zeth who huffs at him. "Why should I listen to you?!"

"Because, I am an Apothecary, a fellow Chaos Marine," Hura says plesantly, "And if you don't I will make things very unpleasant until you see the errors of your ways and properly apologize and make ammends."

Zeth huffs and puffs- and… actually. That sounded more than a little terrifying, as the Death Guard slowly stalked forwards towards him, having continued to move towards him the whole time. Nurglite- Chaos Marines could be patient horrifyingly so. They could also be very…. creative and awful in what the decide is 'adequate' for punishment and 'making amends' to the satisfaction of one could be… debt inducing in ways that are just not worth it. So as much as it chafes at his pride be backs off, which has Hura the Death Guard Apothecary give him a hum of approval. The Ultramarine has a conflicted look in his eyes.

"Hura, I am grateful that you were able to arrive so quickly and help deal with him." The Ultramarine says carefully to the Death Guard.

"I am always glad to help my brothers and cousins in need," Hura replies with a gracious nod. "Come littel Cousin, I am called Hura, what is your name?"

"I go by Zeth," He replies eyeing the Death Guard.

"Follow me and we will get you sorted out," Hura requests of him.

Zeth grumbles at him follows after the Death Guard with deliberately loud steps as he's told of The Rules, and what the consequences are for Fucking Around, you get to Find Out, and Find Out can be extremely unpleasant. Zeth tells the truth that he hadn't actually eaten any of the animals in the Zoo yet, as he hadn't been hungry enough, until he'd seen the spikey ocean critter. Hura informs the Ultramarine, who seems to be skeptical of the answer, but if he did lie, the humans would make a note of the missing animal if that was the case.