#also yes i gave him scars cause no way did he not get scars from fighting all the time idc

[ninjautizm]

People need to draw Lloyd with abs and muscles cause he's a ninja and fought big bad guys LIKE CMON

[lunartuness]

Spoilers for Book of Bill

Thoughts on Bill talking about Ford

I was not prepared for canon Billford in the year 2024 and yet here we are.

But seriously, I'm kinda surprised how much Bill actually liked and valued Ford? Obviously it's in a horrible, toxic, never come within the same continent as them kind of way but it's just, I always kind of figured their relationship (while obviously adoring from Ford's end due to Journal 3) was mainly just Bill humoring Ford long enough until he no longer needs him. Like, 'yeah, sure, of course you're special, I definitely believe in you' sort of nonsense.

But in Bill's book it's implied multiple times he had as close to a crush on Ford as he's probably capable of. I mean, the whole 'love cage' section is literally verbatim what he did to Ford (and just wait until they're mentally broken enough to confess their true feelings! Fear and love are basically the same thing!) And in the valentine's section he talks about leaving mice, which again, he did for Ford's birthday, and then when he wasn't happy about that, got him drunk enough to have a good time (implied kinda forcibly? since Ford declined beforehand). Then there's the fact he literally calls Fiddleford a third wheel (also coincidentally after we just learn Fiddleford spent hours on handmade gifts for Ford and forgot to get his wife anything).

And when Ford finally does catch on and things go bad? Bill tries first to talk with Ford through the zombies (to manipulate him, of course, but also Admit it, you'd miss me. I have missed you, and Bill actually smiles.) And then leaves little sticky notes asking nicely to talk. When he finally gets mad enough to escalate, he still does so in a very not-violent-for-Bill-way. Sure, killing Ford wouldn't help him but we know how messed up Bill can get. And yet what does he do? He leaves Ford's body to almost freeze, only to have a warm fire and a love song playing when he wakes up. He causes mild public disturbances and gives him an obnoxious tattoo. When he finally, finally snaps is when we start to see more of the Bill we got in the show when he tortures Ford a bit. But even that is mild?

Like, Bill rearranged a man's face for fun and takes joy in destroying the Nightmare Realm. But after threating Ford he leaves him unharmed. Very mentally scarred, yes, but safe and intact. He even gives him three days to get his life together. And then treats it like a messy breakup when Ford finally breaks free. Hell, it seems like he was more upset about losing Ford than losing the portal.

All this is to say that I think from Bill's point of view he was being genuinely kind to Ford. He gave him gifts, complimented him, and tried to work things out peacefully when Ford started pulling away (again, his very messed up version of peaceful, but the point still stands).

So when they do finally meet again? Bill still offers Ford a spot next to him. Again, I originally thought this was more playing into Ford's ego while taking a cheap shot at him (i.e. you'll fit in great with the freaks!), but by now it's obvious he wants Ford. He's petty and cruel and horribly abusive about it, but in his own twisted way he likes Ford. A lot. Enough to show mercy (or at least not be as violent as he could be) and to try and give him multiple chances to come back, no apology needed!

And the worst part is Bill knows this. Bill's trying to make this relationship work. He feels connected to Ford in a way he quite possibly hasn't felt with anyone else. And he knows its doomed to fail. In his mind he has to destroy everything he touches and everything he cares about. Any other connections he has are either superficial or dead to him (usually literally). This relationship will end the same way, it's just in Bill's nature. To him, that's all his relationships are capable of being.

All this just makes me sad and adds so much depth and I'm obsessed. There's just something about self-destructive and truly cruel characters having moments where they wish they weren't that way. Where they'll come the closest they ever can to apologizing for how they are.

(Also Bill literally wanted Ford to get a tattoo saying 'If lost return to Bill' like we cannot just ignore that oh my god)

[jinjeriffic]

DCxDP Prophecy Universe Part 5

Part 4

After collecting their bags from the library lockers Jazz led him down the hallway until she found a small, unlocked, empty classroom. The room was barren except for desks and a whiteboard. I guess they don’t bother locking it if there’s nothing worth stealing.

Jazz sat her messenger bag down on the teacher’s desk and pulled a whiteboard marker out of a side pocket.

“Right,” Jazz began, “I don’t know how much you know about ecto-entities and since, as you said, the reports on them tend to be pretty biased, I’m just going to start from scratch. Sounds good?” she rambled.

Tim hopped up onto the front row desk and tried his best to look like an attentive teacher’s pet.

“Yes, Ms Fenton,” he said cheekily.

Jazz gave him an amused look.

“Careful Mr Taylor, or you’ll end up in detention,” she said lightly. She turned to the whiteboard and gathered her thoughts for a moment, then wrote ECTO-ENTITIES in large block letters, “Many people refer to all ecto-entities as ghosts, but this is actually a misnomer. Ghosts as most people think of them, i.e. the restless spirits of the dead, are only a small subset of the ectoplasmic population. There’s plenty of them that were never human to begin with,” higher up on the board, she wrote INFINITE REALMS, “Ecto-entities originate from a parallel dimension to ours, which is called the Infinite Realms by its inhabitants. Though my parents refer to it as the Ghost Zone, that name is woefully inadequate.” Jazz paused and glanced at him.

“Kinda like foreigners renaming places instead of using the one in the native language, gotcha,” Tim nodded. They had dealt with alternate realities before, so this wasn’t completely out of left field. He would go along with it for now. Jazz gave him a small smile.

“That’s right!” she said and tapped the whiteboard, “Now, the Infinite Realms and our dimension are closely interconnected, like two sides of the same coin. Large scale damage to one would cause similar devastation on the opposite side and vice versa,” she gave him a serious look.

“Which makes the hostile attitude of the paranormal research community rather worrying,” Tim mused, “If someone did something stupid the blowback would hit us too,” If he wasn’t trained to read people he would have missed the slight tightening around Jazz’s eyes.

“That’s the theory anyway. And it’s not like the US government ever dropped bombs on people just to see what would happen,” she chirped with false cheeriness.

There’s a story there, Tim thought, and not the kind you would find in a history book. What the hell has been going on?

“I’m guessing getting access to the Infinite Realms isn’t as easy as calling an Uber though,” he joked.

“You’d be surprised,” Jazz said wryly, receiving a raised eyebrow in response, “there are places where the barrier between worlds is naturally thin, allowing temporary rifts to form more easily, but they can pop up pretty much anywhere in the world. It’s what allows ecto-entities to enter our dimension. It’s also not unheard of for humans to stumble into the Realms either, though they’re lucky to return at all,” she twirled the marker between her fingers, “Time doesn’t seem to work the same way in the Realms as it does here. Just in case you ever come across one, make sure to leave through the same portal you entered. Otherwise you might find yourself stranded in the Middle Ages, or far in the future with everyone you know and love long dead.”

Tim had to fight to keep down a wince. The whole Bruce Lost In Time Debacle was still an emotional scar for the family, they really didn’t need a repeat performance.

“Duly noted.”

“Some entities are able to open and close rifts at will,” Jazz continued, unfazed by Tim’s dry tone, ”though that ability seems to be pretty rare. It probably requires an unusual level of power or incursions would be much more common.”

“That would explain the little disappearing trick Damian’s delivery guy pulled,” Jason murmured through Tim’s earpiece, “But does that mean we’re dealing with a fucking super ghost?”

Tim gave a thoughtful hum and drummed his fingers against the edge of the desk.

“Do you think humans could open a portal to the Realms?”

Jazz gave him a wry smile.

“You just summed up the bulk of my parents’ research over the last two decades. They managed to build a functioning portal about two years ago.”

Tim choked. Jason swore.

“What?! But that’s-! How is that not all over the news?!” Tim sputtered. Jazz just sighed.

“My parents have been ranting about ghosts since they were in college,” she said wearily, ”Most of the scientific community had written them off as crackpots years ago. It doesn’t help that large concentrations of ectoplasm generate some kind of interference that messes with recording equipment. Short of kidnapping the naysayers and shoving them bodily through the Fenton Ghost Portal it’s hard to prove anything. And thankfully even my parents aren’t that crazy,” she finished with an eye roll.

Tim buried his face in his hands. An interdimensional portal. What the fuck. He thought back on everything Jazz had told him so far.

“What’s ectoplasm?”

“You’ve been paying attention!” she smiled and added some notes to the whiteboard, “Ectoplasm is the basic building block of everything in the Infinite Realms, and by extension ecto-entities. Hence the name. It’s the equivalent of matter in our dimension; atoms, protons, quarks, etcetera. I’m not a physicist, so I can’t tell you exactly how it works, but that’s why ecto-entities are able to interact with our physical world in such fascinating ways. Flight, intangibility and invisibility are all common abilities for them.”

“Wow, what a fucking security nightmare. B is gonna freak,” Jason groused. Tim tuned him out to focus on Jazz’s continued explanation.

“My parents have been experimenting with using ectoplasm for power generation, but it’s proven extremely volatile. It seems like it’s affected by things like belief and emotion which is absolutely fascinating,” she said with a gleam in her eye, “not to mention its effects on organic tissue. Have you ever had your dinner come to life and try to eat you?”

Tim had a sudden, horrible suspicion.

“Can’t say that I have,” he managed to squeeze out past the lump in his throat, “Um… Jazz, what does ectoplasm look like?”

“Well that depends on what it’s been affected and shaped by but in its raw form it looks like a bright green, glowing liquid,” she tilted her head, “Why do you ask?”

Over the comms, Jason made a sound like someone had kicked him in the crotch.

“Lazarus water?! Is she talking about the fucking pits?!” he choked out.

Tim made a valiant effort to keep his own reaction in check.

“Oh, just wondering how I’ll recognize a ghost- er, ecto-entity when I see one,” he lied with fake casualness, “You mentioned something about powers?”

“Yes! All the entities we’ve encountered so far have exhibited powers which are common to their species, as well as additional powers that seem to depend on the individual core. I’ve theorized that powers develop as a response to stress related to either their Obsession or death trauma…” Jazz trailed off, “aaaaaand I’ve lost you.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, I know I have a tendency to ramble,” she said sheepishly and considered the bullet points she had written so far, “Let me backtrack a bit. Not all ecto-entities are ghosts. There’s personifications of concepts, which I theorize are formed through the collective consciousness of living beings. They are entities which represent Hope or Justice or-”

“Time?” Tim interjected. Jazz gave him a calculating look.

“...sure. They are among the most powerful entities and have powers related to what they represent. I suspect they may have even been worshipped as gods at some point. You definitely wouldn’t want to mess with them,” at Tim’s nod, she continued, “There’s also the Neverborn, which are formed when ecto-entities choose to reproduce. They are entirely of the Infinite Realms, and thus were never ‘born’ into our world.”

“Ghosts can have children?” he said, surprised.

“Yes, although I’ve never been able to get the details on how it works. They don’t like to discuss it with outsiders. And considering they can look like dragons or disembodied floating eyeballs I’m not sure I’d want to know the exact mechanics,” she joked.

“I’m sure there’s plenty of people who’d disagree with you on that,” Tim muttered, then paused. “Wait, dragons?”

Jazz waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. The point is that there’s way more to the other side than most people realize. There’s probably lots of things I’ve never even heard of. It’s quite exciting, really!”

Tim worried about it. A lot. Jason had also gone suspiciously quiet.

“So, ghosts are just the tip of the iceberg?” Tim hedged.

“Exactly. What sets them apart from other ecto-entities is that they are usually created upon the death of someone or something from our dimension, which gives them motivation to come back here,” Jazz added more notes and arrows to the whiteboard. “All entities have something they call a core; think of it as their central organ or brain. It houses their consciousness, and its nature affects what powers they get. There’s all kinds of elemental cores like fire and water, but also more esoteric ones like shadow or technology. An ecto-entity’s body is composed of ectoplasm and moulded by their core. Their physical form is malleable and heavily based on their self-perception. With experience they can change shape to suit their needs.”

Tim mentally added shapeshifting to the growing list of powers to worry about. So far it sounded a lot like a Martian’s.

“So can ecto-entities grow and age?”

“It depends. The Neverborn usually do, but a lot of ghosts have a bit of a Peter Pan thing going on where they don’t want to. They are often ‘stuck’ at the age they were when they died, physically and mentally. Though there’s always exceptions.”

Tim hummed thoughtfully. Something had been bothering him since ghosts had first entered the equation.

“Jazz, if ghosts don’t age or die, why aren’t they all over the place? Even if rifts are rare, shouldn’t there be hundreds of thousands of years worth of dead folks wandering the Earth?”

She gave him a sad smile.

“I never said ghosts couldn’t die, Adam,” she said carefully, ”And not everyone who dies comes back as a ghost. The ones who do typically have some unfinished business holding them back. Like an obsession they never got to fulfill, or a loved one they are watching over. Once they are done, they are free to move on to whatever Afterlife awaits them,” she sighed and crossed her arms, “It also takes a lot of energy for a ghost to do anything in our world. I think a majority of them never hit that level, or can’t keep it up for any significant amount of time. It’s also part of the reason my parents are so biased against them.”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“Think about it. Most ecto-entities are just like regular people, going about their business and keeping their heads down. The ones who are both motivated to cross into our world, powerful enough to manifest and tend to make themselves known are the troublemakers. It would be like an alien looking at the population of Belle Reve and concluding that the majority of humans must be super villains! It’s sample bias.”

Tim bit his lip. This all sounded worryingly plausible, which would mean a literal world of trouble about to come down on their heads. Fuck, just what we needed.

“You mentioned that ghosts can die. I assume you don’t mean from old age, right?” he queried. Jazz looked at him wearily.

“You’d be right. If an ecto-entity’s core is too badly damaged, they will cease to exist,” she said cautiously, “It doesn’t help that ghosts tend to maintain a strength based social hierarchy and are fiercely protective of their territory. Ecto-entities usually have a lair within the Infinite Realms, and those who cross over to our dimension often establish a haunt to call their own. Any intruders would be met with violence,” she sighed and rubbed her forehead, “My parents have also been developing weapons to fight ghosts with… varying degrees of success. A lot of their tech runs on ectoplasm which makes it pretty temperamental.”

Seeing Jazz’s obvious discomfort with the topic, Tim decided to switch tracks.

“Is there any way to tell for sure if my brother came back as a ghost?”

Relieved at the change, Jazz made a see-sawing motion with her hand.

“Kind of? My parents tried for ages to build a ghost detector but they never got it to work quite right. Too much ambient ectoplasm in Amity I guess,” she shrugged as if that statement wasn’t extremely worrying. “You could always grab a ouija board or something and try asking. Just… don’t ask a ghost about their death. It’s a major trauma for most of them and there’s no better way to send them into a frothing rage. If they volunteer the information that’s one thing, but to ask about it is like the social faux pas among ecto-entities.”

Tim nodded and made a mental note to get his hands on some Fenton tech. He had a feeling it was going to be a long week for him.

Jason and Tim didn’t speak until they were safely back in the car. Tim was mentally composing the report they would have to make to Bruce. He was not looking forward to his reaction.

“So,” Jason began with fake casualness, “an interdimensional portal in Illinois.”

“Yep.”

“Creatures made of fucking Lazarus Water.”

“Sounds like it.”

“And we still don’t know if our mystery meta is Bruce’s dead kid or not.”

Tim groaned.

“It all adds up though, doesn’t it? The camera glitching, the powers, the portal…”

“And that damned prophecy. The personification of Time, huh?”

Tim pinched his nose to stave off the growing headache. They contemplated the fucked up situation they had stumbled into in silence for a few minutes. Finally, Jason sighed and started up the engine.

“Rock-paper-scissors for who has to tell B?”

Part 6

[mae-falling-in-may]

My Little Flower | The Darkling x Fem!Reader

I wrote this just after finishing the season 2 of Shadow And Bone, it broke me so like it's a bit of a comfort fic I guess ? Just the way Aleksander was possessive of Alina made me feel things and I'm sorry about this... just a few heads up, I'm no Alina hater (I love her) I just needed to add a bit of tension in this, and also this is the first time I fully write smut AND that I post it on the internet. I'm very self conscious about smut because huh, I'm not the best writer in the world and english is not my first language. I still do hope you'll like it, I had fun writing it !!

Pairing : The Darkling x Fem!Reader

Warnings : very light spoilers, SMUT, jealous reader, kinda possessive!dark!aleksander ? established relationship, claiming, oral sex (f receiving) unprotected sex (protect urselves pls), p in v sex, dom/sub dynamics, creampie, 18+ only MINORS DNI!!!

Summary : Aleksander comes back from the dead, you feel your heart drop when you see him, darker than ever, the scars on his face making you feel weak. He's determined to get the sun summoner, and you're scared that he's drifting from you, but he will show you who you belong to.

Words : 3k

He came back. The one who held you with just one finger, the one who could get you on your knees just with one word. General Kirigan, your General. Hearing what happened in the Fold with the sun summoner and him, broke you. Hell, you didn't know if what happened between you two meant something to him, but you would do anything to make him feel at least something.

My little flower he called you, away from all curious glances. That was the nickname he gave to you, and you held it. You answered it, maybe he called you to have you by his side forever, only for his plans, maybe it was just all an act, but heck, you fell deeply. You fell so deep that nothing would ever make you betray him. You wanted to be with him until you'll be killed in the field, or even just died at his own hands. Whether it was love or a crazy obsession, seeing him alive made your heart much lighter than it was before. You clenched your fists, dangerously planting your nails in your own flesh to keep you from running to him.

His silhouette, his voice, his dark gaze, and his newfound scars, everything about him made your breath hitch. All you could think of right now while he was walking towards other grishas and you, were absolutely disgusting thoughts about how you would go under him to help him relieve himself. You unconsciously held your breath while he was walking towards you. He approached dangerously, all of your body was calling you to be at his service. You gasped for air when he spoke to you.

"My little flower." He whispered, really close to your face so no one could hear him talk. "I'm glad that my most precious Grisha is here." 

You didn't manage to form a proper sentence, you were just stuttering words, and Aleksander saw how you were so emotional. You could only whisper the words: "You're alive.", before bursting into tears. He gently took you into his arms and shushed you.

"It's okay, little flower. I am back, and I'll need you more than anything for what we'll accomplish. Come and join me after dinner please ?" You could only nod while letting your tears drop freely.

~

"I need the Little Saint, you need to locate her, quickly, I want every information you have on her or anyone who's with her, you hear me ?" The tension in the room was heavy, all you could do with your fellow Grishas was to answer "Yes, General." You all waited for him to dismiss every one of you, and with a flick of his hands, he did. They left the room, as you stayed and waited for anything that he could ask you to do. Anything. You heard him shift into his armchair, and when you let yourself stare at him, your mind raced.

She was the one that caused all of this, seeing your General in this state made your heart clench. If only she listened to him, or you had been her, your General wouldn't be suffering like that. A deep cough startled you and your gaze got on Aleksander again, he was sick. You rushed towards him, obviously worried. You kneeled before him, putting a hand on his back and the other one on his knee.

"My General, are you unwell? What happened there ?" The shakiness of your voice betrayed you. 

"Flower." He whispered. "I… It's my new power. The nichevo'ya, they're shadow creatures. They defend me when I'm in danger." He locked his eyes into yours, dark and full of fatigue. You felt him drifting off from you. An explosive wave of emotions passed through you when he looked at you. Was it worry? Hatred for the Sun Summoner? Jealousy? Or just everything that you felt for the General was crashing down deep into your being. You gulped, your mind going from one worry to another, then you asked him quietly.

"Is there anything I can do, my General ?" He lowered his head and waited a bit before answering. "I fear that I do not have a solution for my state right now, flower. I just need… The Sun Summoner, Alina…" He stopped himself, what for? You didn't know, but everything collapsed around you. He didn't need you, the nickname he gave you meant nothing. All you could do was make him feel a bit better about this. You'll bring him back Alina, you swore on your life that you'll do anything for him right? Then you'll do it, even though it will hurt more than you admitted. 

You stood up, he looked at you, confusion and worry in his eyes. You tried to compose yourself and explained.

"I swore on my life that I'll do anything for you, General, if you want the Sun Summoner, I'll bring her back to you, even if I have to die trying to." You waited for an answer, an approval, anything, he stayed silent. You finally turned to leave the room, the sound of your steps resonating on the walls. You didn't want to leave, you wanted to stay, but hell seeing him like that hurt. You were about to open the door and leave when he stopped you with his voice.

"Flower. Please." You heard him stand up, and slow steps coming towards you. "You're the only one that can help me right now. Are you rejecting me? Your General ?" You felt tears building up again, you didn't know how you could tell him how you feel, having him obsessing over his Little Saint was so painful. But did you really have your right to speak up about it? You were just a Grisha, like any other Grisha here, you weren't her, yet you wanted to be her. You faced him back, letting your tears drop freely over your cheeks.

"How could I reject you when I'm not even yours, General? I know you need her, and I know I'll never be her, I've accepted it. Let me accomplish this for you, my General." You sounded hurt, exhausted, and deeply in love. He was dangerously approaching you by now, and for the first time in months, or hell maybe even years, he spoke your name. Not calling you Flower, like he loved to, just your name. He whispered it, and it felt so good on his lips. He cupped your face with his hand softly making you look at him, he seemed hurt.

"You don't understand. Yes, she is the Sun Summoner, and yes, I need her for every reason I already told you. But, what she is not, and will never be, is my precious little Flower. And you know who this is right? You, you belong to me, and I belong to you. I'll never deny that I wished you were the Sun Summoner, so we could accomplish everything together." Even with this, you couldn't believe him, your mind repeated to you that you meant nothing to him and that you weren't her. Even with his hand on your cheek, you couldn't let yourself breathe for him.

"Please, General, don't make me hope for something that I'm unworthy of." Something seemed to snap inside him when he heard the word "unworthy". He abruptly put his arm around your waist and pushed your body towards him with his hand on your back. The hurt gaze he wore before turned into something different, into something frightening.

"Do not use this word to qualify yourself, my flower. You are way more than that. You're my most precious Grisha, my most precious ally, and my dear, dear, friend." His words were spilled like tasty poison, so dangerous but yet, so good. You couldn't help but whimper under his touch. You knew how Aleksander could be possessive, but you simply refused to let yourself believe you were in his catalog. 

Hearing you whimper satisfied him, he let a small smile creep on his face, and he slowly buried his face into your neck. "If you don't believe my words maybe I'll need to show you who you belong to, flower." He kissed your neck, making a path towards your jaw, then your lips. He made sure to dry your tears before kissing you, you sighed into him, your arms making their way to his shoulders. You felt helpless whenever he touched you like this, thinking of nothing more but to please him right now, in this room.

He broke the kiss that left you both breathless, he took a moment to look at you, your eyes, your face, lips, jaw, and neck, and he felt you burning for him. He loves the hold that he had on you. "To bed, without your clothes, please." Even if he would love ripping out your kefta from your body, to expose all of yourself to him, he couldn't, he already had to deal with the million layers of his outfit. So he just followed you to the bed, while you were removing your boots, then your kefta, and then everything that went under it. He was getting rid of his clothing too, but getting distracted by how beautiful you looked for him, his hands stopped doing what he originally wanted to do, and your voice interrupted the silence.

"Do you need help, General ?" You were almost fully naked in front of him, a wave of arousal went through his body, making wearing pants uncomfortable. He nodded at you first, then when you were getting rid of his first few layers of clothes he spoke again.

"Please flower, tonight, only call me by my name. Can you do that ?" You eagerly nodded while you were getting rid of his final upper layer, revealing his scarred torso to you. You let your fingers trail on some of them, wanting to kiss every bit of scars he had on his body. He smiled, loving your admiration and worship, he missed it. He took your wrists in his hand and smiled down at you. 

"I know how much you love to worship me, flower, but not yet, you'll do it when I pump my cock deep inside of you. Right now I want to have you at my mercy and show you who this beautiful body belongs to. You hear me ?" You nodded, unable to form more than one word because of his power over you.

"Words, flower." He removed the last bit of clothes that kept you from being naked, exposing you to him. You stuttered "Yes, I understand Aleksander.", that seemed to please him a lot. He pushed you onto the bed, making his way on top of you. He still had his pants on, enjoying the friction of the fabric when his cock was getting bigger with arousal.

"This time it will be me who worships you. I'm going to taste you and make you scream." You whimpered, while he was kissing your neck, making his way painfully slowly toward your breasts. He kissed them softly before trailing down to your stomach, then your hips. He guided you to open your legs for him and found his hands gripping the back of your thighs. He kissed the inside of your thigh before finally making his way to your perfect already wet cunt. You were this wet since the intense kiss you shared earlier, and the more you felt his touch, the more you would be needy for him. 

He first lapped your pussy, to take a taste out of it, then completely buried his face into it. You weren't ready, it's been so long since you felt any kind of pleasure down there, you gasped and moaned, already on the verge of screaming. And he was just getting started? You knew you were about to break under him. The obscene noises of him tasting all of you made your head spin. He was eating you out like he wouldn't be able to do it after. The tip of his nose was making friction with your clit, and his tongue inside of you. He groaned under you, you were delicious, and he would not get over how delicious you tasted. 

Your moans and the noises he made by tasting you filled the entire room. He was almost tongue-fucking you as you felt your release build-up. You struggled to align proper sentences, just letting out the same words, "Saints, please, Aleksander". He loved how his name sounded on your lips when you were about to come for him, but he would be sure to make you scream it. 

"I'm going to make you cum for me, flower. I want you to scream my name when you do. I don't care if anyone hears, they'll just know who you belong to. You're mine, flower."

He then sucked on your clit and took two fingers to pump them inside of you. You screamed at the newfound sensation of his fingers, and your back arched while you were begging for a release. You were so desperate for him and it made his cock ache under the layer of his pants. He wanted to stop right here and bury himself inside of you just to feel you come around him. He sucked your clit even harder and teased your folds with his fingers. His other hand squeezed your thigh as he felt you crumble under his touch. He knew you were close, you were already losing your mind, and the moans you let out were incoherent at this point. 

“I know you’re close, flower, cum for me.” You screamed his name while hanging onto the bed sheets. The heat of your orgasm flew all over your body, your back arched and your legs were trembling. The delicious feeling of your release was overwhelming, you soaked Aleksander’s face. He pulled out his fingers slowly and kissed one last time your clit, then your cunt. He straightened up so you could see his face better, his hair was a mess and he was panting. He crushed his lips onto yours hungrily, making you taste the mix of your juices and his spit. You moaned against him, your hands finding their way to his groin. You stroked the length of his cock through the fabric. You wished he was fully naked right now, so you could feel him completely. He hummed into your lips and helped you get rid of his pants.

He broke the kiss to fully remove his clothes, which was a relief to both of you. He felt uncomfortable with the hard-on he had since he had first kissed you. And you, you wanted to please him, to have the taste of his cock on your tongue, to suck him so good so he could not think about anything else but you. But you knew it wasn't part of the plan today. You saw his cock already so hard and ready to be buried inside you. You bit your lip at the thought of it, you haven't had anyone since he left for the Fold with Alina, and god you missed him.

He went back once he was fully naked to kiss the corner of your lips. "I know what's on your mind, flower. You missed me, haven't you ?" He continued to kiss your cheek, your jaw, and your neck while placing himself between your legs. You felt him lightly stroke the tip of his cock on the opening of your pussy which made you moan. "Oh, Saints, yes I've missed you Aleksander." You felt him smile on your neck while caressing your body until his hands found your hips. He faced you once again and looked at you fondly with his dark eyes. 

He licked his lips, seeing you desperate for him, he knew you were about to beg for him to fuck you. He didn't even wait for you to say a word that he pumped into you. The feeling and the heat of his cock were oddly overwhelming, and you felt you could cum right here. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, my flower." You couldn't help but moan a please, to indicate that you needed him to move. He smiled and started to thrust into you painfully slowly. 

The rhythm he gave was making you feel every inch of his heat inside of you, you were almost trembling. But you wanted more, you begged once again and put your arms around his shoulders. "Please, Aleksander, I need more." Hearing his name falling through your lips while you were begging felt so good. He let out a curse and started to move into you harder and faster. Both of you loved being in each other's arms so you were on the verge of losing your minds.

The room was filled with your moans, the sound of both your skin slapping on each other, Aleksander's light panting while he was thrusting into you, and the obscene wet sounds of his cock going in and out of your soaked cunt. You wanted this moment to last forever, to have Aleksander all for yourself. The sound he made while fucking you was pushing you closer and closer to your release, and he felt it too. "Flower come on my cock with me please ?" You could only nod, overwhelmed by these sensations.

"I want to fill you up, love, can I ?" It was the first time he called you that, you couldn't even process the name you just wanted the both of you to cum. You almost screamed "Yes, please Aleksander.", you were so loud for him, so good to him, you'd never let him go. 

The wave of your orgasm reached you when his thrusts became erratic. Your cunt clenched around him as he finally got the release you seek. You felt his hot seed splashing into you, while he reached to kiss you again while filling you completely. You moaned against his mouth, enjoying everything he gave you. 

"You're mine, my little flower, mine only."

[angelpuns]

50Au Part 11

“FUCKING! I CAN’T BELIEVE- I'M GONNA KILL HIM WHEN WE GET OUT IF HERE!” Donnie growled, summoning some sort of definitely-too-big-for-the-lair-gun. 

Raph wasn't always the most cautious before, but even he knew that wasn't a good idea. 

“Dee, put that thing away! You're gonna blow the whole lair to smithereens!” He grabbed the back of Donnie's shell like he was a kitten, Donnie hissing and clawing in a much less cute way than a kitten would. 

“PUT ME DOWN RAPH I'M GONNA KILL THAT BLUE BASTARD!” 

“HEY!” 

Donnie stopped struggling so much when Raph raised his voice, which Raph tried not to think too hard about. It made a lump of guilty claw its way up his throat, but Raph cleared it away and put on his ‘ Big Brother Voice’. 

“ Look, I'm pissed at him too, but we can't go bustin' outta here willy-nilly and bust up the lair, ‘kay?” He gave Donnie a look, the softshell grimacing and reluctantly putting the gun away, “ You worked too damn hard sprucin’ this place up and makin’ it home again to just blast it to pieces. Now-”

He set Donnie back down and cracked his knuckles, “ watch your big brother do his thing”

Raph grabbed two of the bars and began to pull. He admittedly wasn't as strong as he used to be, but in his defense he'd been recovering from a lot of shit, so give him a break. 

Still, it shouldn't have been this much of a strain. Where the hell did Leo find this thing!?

“ Not to be a pessimist, Raph, but I don't think its working,” Mikey muttered, leaning over his shoulder to examine the bars, “where did he even get this? There's no way we had it lying around the lair, right?” 

Raph let out a grumble, “c’mon…Raph…Raph can bend ‘em easy,” 

He strained and pulled against the bars, but they were just a little too tough for him. 

There was a ker-chunk and a click and Raph thought maybe he had done it- until he turned and saw that Donnie had summoned some sort of saw tool. 

“ Close your eyes, gentleman. I didn't bring extra safety goggles,” Was the only warning they got before Donnie flicked his goggles down over his eyes and began cutting into the metal. 

It surprisingly worked. Raph looked down at his hands, scarred and rough from both injury and fighting. Damn. Maybe he really was gettin’ weaker. 

It took nearly an hour, but Donnie managed to cut a hole big enough for them to squeeze through. And thankfully none of them ended up getting scratched, cause that was a one way ticket to a tetanus shot. 

“ I was startin' to think that metal was too strong to break,” Raph admitted, chuckling a bit to try and tame the unease he felt. The lingering worry of him becoming weak was like a stone in his stomach, weighing the moment down despite it being s victory. 

“ Well, it was mystic,” Donnie started for the lab, Mikey following behind him and asking what the new, new plan was. Since they had technically had,like, four plans fail now. 

Raph breathed out a momentary sigh of relief. Mystic. Of course. So he wasn't becoming useless after all. 

He followed Donnie and Mikey unto the lab to hear the new, new plan, Donnie already rambling about a hundred miles a minute and cursing Leo out every few words. 

Raph, while he was definitely worried out of his mind, found that he too wanted to grab Leo and shake him til he understood what was going on. 

But of course, he wasn't gonna do that. He'd be happy just to see his face at this point. 

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Wanted to write a fun silly part. Yes they have issues but also...whimsy.

I think this randomly writing and posting without editing and it being super super unofficial as an au is good for me probably. Let's me fuck around cause there's no stakes for me emotionally. Unless we start to like it too much then I'll probably take it too seriously like I end up doing for everything

Also the only part I have a solid idea for I can't even write yet cause I accidentally made too much lead up and I gotta finish out this first section smfh. I wanna write that part so bad but because this is so spontaneous/unplanned idk what's gonna happen between now and that plot point so :/

Part 1 | Part 10 | Part 11

[levis-poison-is-my-medicine]

Cat-Levi

(The Tea Lovers Pt. 6)

A Levi x reader fanfic

Crossposted from AO3

A/n: New chapter alert!

tags: fluff and humor, silly and sweet, tea-obsessed fem!reader with their head in the clouds (word count: 2.2k)

(Part one) / (Levi x reader Masterlist)

The office door fell shut with a clang. Levi tossed the envelope onto the desk, then turned around to face you. You expected him to scold you, but he said nothing. He just stood there and stared at you, one foot tapping the floor in an irritated manner, like he was waiting for something. The silence was hard for you to bear.

"So I take it the drawings are not to your liking, then?" you asked tentatively.

"Now what gave you that impression?" he deadpanned.

"Maybe the way you immediately ordered me into your office after seeing them? Though I guess it could also be to express admiration for my outstanding artistry in private…"

"Certainly not," he huffed. He was scowling again.

"Didn't think so," you murmured. So much for lightening the mood. He really was angry, after all. Maybe you should work on defending yourself.

"You asked to see them, I gave them to you. I did exactly as you told me. So what's the problem, exactly? I can't read your mind."

"Tch," he made. "Guess I need to spell it out for you."

"That would be nice," you said. Though you could already imagine what it was.

"The problem is…this." He pulled out the topmost drawing from the envelope and pushed it in your direction without looking at it. "Why am I like that?"

You gave it a quick glance. He was leaning against the wall, one hand up in his hair, making his bared chest muscles stretch. You had put a lot of attention to detail in there, so you were quite proud of it.

"Shirtless, you mean?"

He nodded, his jaw tense.

"It's a very popular theme with the ladies. I already told you these were all commissions. They want to see what you look like underneath your uniform."

He scoffed. "That's none of their business. Besides, how would you know? You've never even seen me shirtless."

"You are right, I haven't, so there might be some inaccuracies. I'm usually really meticulous, so this has been bothering me for a while, if you must know. I think I got the muscles about right, in fact I really put my heart into those abs...but you probably have some scars that I don't know about, right? Why don't you show me?"

You looked at him expectantly, your curiosity getting the better of you.

"What?!" he asked, dumbfounded. He even forgot to scowl for a moment. "Please? Just a quick peek?"

"No."

"I just want to know if I got it right," you pouted. "At least tell me."

"No."

"Then don't complain if the drawings aren't perfect next time."

His eyes narrowed. "There won't be a next time."

"Right," you mumbled. "I know."

"You apparently don't."

"These really were just drawings I had left from before. What was I supposed to do with them? Burn them?"

"Yes," Levi said.

"Do they really make you that uncomfortable?" you asked.

"They do."

"Okay," you said. "I'll burn them. They make you uncomfortable, so I'll burn them all. Satisfied?"

Levi didn't say anything. He just glared at you, arms crossed over his chest. You could tell he was still mad.

"I am sorry," you said softly.

He nodded. "When you're done burning those drawings, clean the stables. Be thorough. I'll check."

"What? That's gonna take so long!"

"This is nonnegotiable."

"But–"

"You're not happy with your punishment?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

You nodded furiously. "I don't think it's fair." "Fine. After the stables, you will now also do the women's barracks. Not just your room, but all of them."

Your eyes grew big. "You can't even check those," you muttered defiantly.

"I'll ask someone to do it for me. You're lucky, they probably won't have the same standards."

"This is impossible to do in a day," you pouted. "Not that I'm not happy with the punishment. 'Cause I am," you added quickly. You didn't want him to come up with more.

"You have all week," Levi said. He almost sounded amused. His face was back to his usual cool expression.

"Deal." You took the envelope with the drawings from the table, then hesitated, biting your lip. "Levi?"

"Yeah?"

"We'll still have teatime later, right?"

"Of course. Don't be an idiot."

You breathed a sigh of relief.

– –

"Of course he would need to have black, shiny fur", you giggled to yourself as you sat hunched over a piece of paper in a quiet corner of Hange's lab, adding some sparkles to show just how clean it was.

Instead of watching over a very slow, probably very important experiment, like you were supposed to, you were completely absorbed in perfecting your current drawing, which depicted a somewhat irritated-looking cat. Naturally, it wasn't just any cat. You were trying to capture the very essence of Levi Ackerman, distilling it into the shape of the animal on the paper in front of you.

This was your latest plan to get around his order which banned you from making or selling drawings of him. You had to be extra careful after he had chewed you out last time. You'd never seen him so mad. Well, it certainly hadn't helped when you asked him to take off his shirt. He had you scrubbing floors for all of last week. You were finally done with it, and you certainly had no desire to repeat that anytime soon. But you still found it impossible not to wonder whether your portrayal of him had been accurate. (Maybe he'd show you when he wasn't so mad.)

"Don't look at me like that", you mumbled to Cat-Levi, suddenly feeling a little guilty under his reproachful gaze.

"Don't you know I'm doing this all for you?"

If you wanted to be able to afford Levi's birthday present, you had no choice but to resort to methods like these. Surely he would understand. Better yet, he would never find out in the first place.

You nodded at the picture, satisfied. It was still in its draft stage, but it was getting there. In fact, it was kind of cute, and the longer you looked at it, the cuter it became.

"You're so precious," you gushed. "I wish you were real." Your face broke into a massive grin as you imagined what Cat-Levi would actually be like.

Chortling, you started to scribble a list of traits underneath it.

Smol

You don't choose him. He chooses you.

Perpetually grumpy (secretly a big softie but likes to keep the people around him on their toes)

Hits you with his cute little paws when you disturb him while he's sleeping

Hits you when you try to pet him without his permission

If he wants pets, he approaches you first. Then you have to give him attention. If you don't - you guessed it - he'll pout and hit you (with a cute little paw of course)

Is not afraid to draw blood (but with his special chosen person, he hits them paw only without any claws)

Others when they disturb them? They get it bad.

Did I already mention his cute little paws?

Cleanly as fuck. Don't disturb him while he's grooming himself. He will be your enemy.

Has trouble sleeping but when his chosen person is there with him he can relax

Hates being picked up. It makes him feel smol. Never make him feel smol.

Looves head scritches

Loves gourmet cat food. He's a luxury babe. (But if it comes from his favorite person, he will accept anything they feed him.)

You were so immersed in your writing that you didn't even notice Levi leaning in the doorway.

He watched you as you sat in front of the bubbling flasks, bent over your notes, your face hidden behind a curtain of your hair. Your pen was scratching furiously over the paper, exuding an air of productivity and concentration. He was almost impressed.

Then you giggled.

All of his illusions were shattered in an instant. Clearly, you were doing anything but working.

He approached you with a scowl on his face, already suspecting the worst.

"Are you drawing me again?"

You looked up, startled at the sudden presence, but your wide grin remained in place.

"Nooo! It's just a cat. Not everything's about you, you know."

You ostentatiously pushed the drawing over to him, trying to show him that you had nothing to hide. "See?"

Levi peered down at the cat which sat there with a wrinkled nose, its irritated gaze mirroring his own.

"Tch."

Your smile grew even wider. "Buut, now that you're here…lend me a hand, will you? I need help coming up with a name for this cat! What would you name him?"

You held out the drawing to him. He didn't take it. "Shouldn't you be working?" He motioned to the experiment set up in front of you.

"Ah, that," you said, like you had only just remembered it. "Nothing's been happening for the past three hours. I think it's a bust." You extended your hand even further, waggling the sheet of paper right under his nose.

"Come on, it will only take a second. Then I will get back to watching this thing like a hawk, I promise!"

Levi begrudgingly accepted the drawing and read the notes with raised eyebrows. "Who would even like this cat?"

You gasped, clutching at your chest in horror. "Excuse me? I do! Everyone does. He's precious, okay? You wouldn't know true cuteness even if it hit you in the face."

"I think I would," he said, giving you a glance.

"Obviously not. He's like, the definition of cute." You were pouting. "So, did you come up with a name?"

"Hellspawn," he said dryly.

"Noo, that's so mean! That's not even a real name."

"Fine." Levi sighed. He was quiet for a while, thinking. You looked at him expectantly.

"Herbert," he said finally, his tone serious.

You burst out laughing.

"What?" He frowned. "You wanted a real name. I gave you one."

"No, no, it's great, really. You're absolutely right," you tried to appease him.

"Herbert it is then."

Of course, this was just his undercover name. He would always be a Levi to you.

You took the paper from him and added a bowl, lovingly writing 'Herbert' on it in cursive letters.

When you were done, Levi was still standing there with his arms crossed.

You shot him a questioning look. "So, why did you come here? Did you want something?"

"Just wondering why you were late."

"Late?" You took out your pocket watch. It was just after 4 o'clock. "Oh, it's teatime already? I can't believe I almost missed it! I totally lost track of time." You jumped up from your seat. "Let's go!"

"What happened to watching your experiment with hawk eyes?"

You winced, visibly deflated as the excitement drained from your body. "You're right", you mumbled. "I did say that…" Why had you promised that, again?

You slumped back into the chair, eyes fixed on the flasks. They were still bubbling happily, almost as if they were mocking you.

Hange had told you to watch the experiment until they got back. It had seemed easy enough, while also giving you the perfect excuse to get out of today's training. You just never would've imagined they'd take this long.

"Go on without me…" you said in a dramatic, choked up voice.

Levi snorted. He pulled up a chair. "Don't be stupid. You'll get withdrawal symptoms." He knew how you got when you didn't have your afternoon tea. It wasn't pretty.

"These your notes?" He pointed at the lab journal.

You stared at him. It certainly looked like he was offering to watch the experiment for you. But that couldn't be right. You had to be dreaming again. Or hallucinating. It had been a while since you'd had your last tea. Maybe these were some new withdrawal symptoms? Still, you had to make sure.

"Don't tell me… You would give up on teatime for me?"

"Go before I change my mind."

"Wow. For real? Thank you!" You beamed at him. "I'm honestly so touched. You're the best, you know that? The best!"

You bent forward to give him a little kiss on the cheek. His eyes widened.

"I really don't know what I'd do without you," you went on, still smiling cheerfully, before getting up from your chair.

Levi cleared his throat. He wasn't looking at you. "I have work to do. So don't take too long."

"Of course not," you reassured him. "I'll be right back. You won't even notice I was gone."

He rolled his eyes. That was a blatant lie. You always took your time with tea, savoring every last drop.

You were already at the door when you suddenly turned back around.

"I just want you to know…"

"What?" Levi asked.

"I'll never forget your glorious sacrifice," you declared solemnly.

Before he could answer, you were already out the door.

Levi looked after you, absently bringing a hand up to his cheek.

"Tch. Always so dramatic," he grumbled to himself, but his gaze was soft.

Tag list: @thechaoticarchivist, @mmm-alhaitham, @nironasaran, @leviiheichou, @huffleruffplant, @shutupp1, @iifrui, @shakysif, @ickearmn

Click here for part 7

[circeius-invidioso]

I do not get why the Red Corsairs are not a popular choice.

Like.

Like here is the elevator pitch for the warband and then we can come to some justified conclusion.

What isn't there to love?

You want me to turn into an infomencial and make a top 3 reasons why the Red Corsairs are great?

Cause I can.

And I will.

The Diverse Working Enviroment

Here in the Red Corsairs we might have started as Ultramarines but the barrier for entry is on the floor. So anyone can join.

You are Night Lord with a bad rep and no ship.

Buckle up we got you covered.

You are a Fallen and have 20 Dark Angels all up in yo business? Trying to shoot down the boss babe you are?

Fear not, or in our case. Know no Fear. We are strapped and don't get clapped.

You are a traitor that likes their Legion but sadly you got in our way?

Tough luck buddy, you will join or die and your geene seed will join our cause. Nothing personal battle brother. Just business as usual.

Everyone is welcome as long as they follow Huron's guidelines and don't aggitate the topless sweaty Khorne worshipping Ultramarines in the basement.

Sustainability

Unlike the corrupt Imperium of man and the corpse Emperor our leader is powered by miracles (which is trully a miracle how he survived but that on the next section), and we use 0 psyckers to power our crap.

Our carbon footprint is also minimum as we use salvaged goods and don't indulge in toxic industries that destroy worlds.

The Red Corsair base of operation is in the Eye of Terror and from there we expand our scope. A place greatly known for its constant shifts, and horrible conditions but the tan our serfs have are spectacullar from all that cosmic radiation.

Finally we are commited to recycling. As in we take from our victims benefactors and put those stolen goods to some great use. Nothing goes to waste, neither mortal, nor static object. If something is not nailed on the floor we will take it.

In fact we might take the floor too and the nails used to set it in place.

Nothing goes to waste!

Unmatched Leadership

Last, but certainly not least.

The man.

The myth.

The Legend.

Huron Blackheart.

Aka Lufgt Huron.

Aka what would happen if we gave a compressed Guilliman a daemonic familiar and left him to ferment in a warp storm.

Not only the name is so edgy you might cut yourself by saying it out loud. But also it's complex enough that if you say it quickly three times without twisting your tongue theres is a chance furniture might start levitating.

The man has put his Ultramarine brain to use and amased enough influence and power to put the Black Legion to shame.

Huron went from 0 to 100 in no time, he is a self made Warmaster. With no daddy issues or troubles in the world, he goes into battle blasting Alestorm in the voxxcasters.

He does not care.

He probably wears this when he wants to relax.

You think he cares?

He does not care.

He has a biker gang specifically organized to hunt down those who have betrayed him.

They slap those things on their armors not for the usual biker reason

(which fun fact the meaning is, 99% of the bikers are law-abiding, where the 1% are not. That's where the 1% comes from. The more you know 🌈)

no they wear that 1% because that's how high are your chances of escaping from them are.

Is that a bit extreme?

Yes.

You think he cares?

He does not care.

The dude once gathered his buddies and decided...

to you know. Have a casual outing. Nothing too serious, it was a sunday afteral.

So they decided on.

Kidnapping Guilliman.

Which they almost did if not for a Fallen of all people getting in the way.

But still.

The mad lad took Macragge's Honour and went on a joyride/ mini civil war.

Who in the galaxy can turn and say.

Yeah, I stole Macragge's Honour, almost captured my old Primarch. Told a daemon prince they are irrelevant on my way there. Anyway after crushing a fool who thought he could take my crown as king of the space pirates, I went to the home planet of the White Scars and kidnapped and tortured their Chapter Master. What did you do this week? 💅

Who wouldn't want to be a part of that?

You tell me I can be an immortal, gorgeous chaos Ultramarine goth boy going on pirate adventures across the galaxy?

Where do I sign up?

I don't need ink for a signature.

I will use my own blood.

[gilverrwrites]

Put you on your knees

Deathstroke/F!Reader, 6K AN: When I tell you this man has had a choke hold on me for longer than I can remember. Have always been hesitant to write for him cause I was sure I'll never be happy with the end result, ngl but I enjoyed this immensely. Hope even one of you enjoys! Your thoughs are highly appreciated. 🧡 Warnings: Unhealthy relationship, abuse of authority, age gap, swearing, smoking, unprotected sex, semi-public nudity and sexual activities, humiliation/degradation, dom/sub, non-graphic spanking, mildly gross cum stuff, name calling, a hint of misogyny. Slade is not nice, and emotionally stunted. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

The last time you’d seen your former paramour, it had ended badly. Now he's in your bed, a hulking pile of muscles and scar tissue amongst your blankets. His unkempt white hair a halo around his ruggedly handsome face. Baffled, you flick the light on, half convinced as you step closer that he's a mirage who will disappear under scrutiny. Instead, his icy blue eye blinks open and glares back at you.

“Slade?” You're still dumbfounded, tugging your fingers to control your simmering temper. The only way you're going to be okay with any of this is if he gets on his damn knees and begs for your forgiveness. “What are you doing here?”

AKA: After things ended on bad terms, your former mentor forces his way back into your life, or more aptly; your bed.

The last time you’d seen Slade Wilson, it had ended badly. You’d looked up to him for such a long time. You didn’t have his drug-enhanced metagenes, but you had gumption, as he called it. He said he saw something in you, said you had potential that he could guide. As a young woman with something to prove and nothing to lose, you’d eaten it up. Getting drunk on his praise, on the power being his student gave you. He was often cruel, and demanding yes, what else would you expect from a 'Supervillain'? But ultimately everything he did to you; he did for your own good.

Working, training, and living together, things quickly blossomed beyond a mentorship. He was your master, yes. But he was also a sort of friend, your confidant, your lover or rather, your paramour. Basically, your everything. Which is why it hurt so much when things went sour. You never knew exactly what you’d done to incur his sudden and cutting rejection, just that he drove you out of his life as quickly as he’s whisked you into it.

Now he's in your bed, a hulking pile of muscles and scar tissue amongst your blankets. His unkempt white hair a halo around his ruggedly handsome face. You're pretty certain he's naked, and you wouldn't be surprised if you were right. He must have snuck in while you'd been at work. Baffled, you flick the light on, half convinced as you step closer that he's a mirage who will disappear under scrutiny. Instead, his icy blue eye blinks open and glares back at you.

“Slade?” You're still dumbfounded, tugging your fingers to control your simmering temper. The only way you're going to be okay with any of this is if he gets on his damn knees and begs for your forgiveness. “What are you doing here?”

“Dumb mistake. Got a semi dropped on my head.” He grunts, familiar voice thick with fatigue. “Needed someplace to sleep it off and you're the only person I know in the ass crack of nowhere.”

He shouldn't know where you live. When you'd left you hadn't told anyone where you were going, not even Wintergreen. Hell, you hadn't even known until you’d driven by the ‘FOR RENT’ sign.

You don't focus on that, however. If he knew where you were, he knew everything about where you were. “There's an inn 3 miles down the road.”

“Don't remember anything about an inn.”

“You have an eidetic memory.” Even if you’d had nothing to do with it, he always checks a map of any area he has a job in. “Bullshit, you didn't remember.”

“I didn't remember.” He repeats calmly, rolling over, baring his back to you. He's not concerned by your presence or your anger, and he's yet to even acknowledge your volatile disbandment. Typical, toxic, emotionally stunted old man. His indifference is both insulting and unsurprising to you. “Get in the bed or leave. Whatever you do, turn the fucking light off on your way.”

Your mouth hangs a gap for a solid minute. You could burst. Every vessel in your body is boiling. You're ready to give him a tongue lashing but words fail you, your capacity to form sentences obstructed by the rush of frenzied emotions. The nerve of this man. He owes you an apology and instead, he's wrapped up in your sheets as though he owns them and giving you fucking orders. What’s worse is that the coiling in your stomach stands to prove that you like it. You're not his plaything anymore, but your pussy still craves it. Craves him and his effortless authority. His get with me or get out of my way mentality.

You're not getting in the bed. You can't trust yourself, can't trust your body to lay beside him.

You should kick him out, but even healing from having every bone in his body shattered, Slade could and would kick your ass. So, you leave, slamming the door and neglecting the light switch as you do so.

That night you barely slept. Brain, body, cunt restless with thoughts of your ex-mentor. You fought the urge for hours, but eventually, you found sleep after touching yourself. Furiously fucking your fingers and rubbing your clit to climax, all the while biting your teeth into a sofa cushion to keep Slade from potentially catching wind of your arousal.

Predictably, he rears his head as soon as you begin cooking breakfast the following morning. His accelerated healing abilities clearly having done their job, Slade all but struts into your kitchen, naked as the day he was born but for a layer of moisture from helping himself to your shower. He had better not have used all your hot water.

��Smells good.” He offers, his eye blatantly trailing the length of your form. “You’ve gained weight, it suits you.”

It takes you a moment to poise yourself, but you refuse to allow him to fluster you. You will not look at his robust figure or the cock you’d spend the night dreaming of. You won’t even humour his nudity or his deadpan charm. You will not lose your composure under his gaze.

Even if he makes his reparations, you will spare him no pleasantries. You’d been doing just fine without him; you do not need him messing with your head. You do not need him, end of.

“I only made enough for me.” You inform him factually as you dish up your food. He seems slightly taken aback for a second before he heads for your fridge. Absentmindedly, you allow yourself a second to admire his toned ass as you begin eating, internally scolding yourself when you realise what you’re doing.

“You don’t have much food in here.” He complaints, considering a few containers of leftovers and a near-empty milk carton.

“I grocery shop on Fridays.” Tomorrow. “And I only shop for one.”

You’d meant that as a reminder that he doesn’t belong here, but you realise your mistake as he closes the fridge and turns to look at you with a raised brow and the hint of an upturned lip. “So, you’re not seeing anyone?”

“Well, no. Not right now but there have been others.” You hurry to amend his line of thought. Startled by your own disappointment when his expression doesn’t change. Either he doesn’t believe you, or he doesn’t care. In an attempt to wound his ego even slightly you hurriedly add; “I’ve moved on.”

“You’ve always been a good liar, sweetheart.” Internally you cringe at that awful name and what it used to do to you. What it’s still does to you. Your reaction is clearly noted, Slade all but snickers at your obvious discomfort and you make the mistake of looking at him for longer than a second, of locking eyes as he reminds you; “But you could never hide anything from me.”

Suddenly your food feels heavy, and unpleasant in your mouth. Warmth trickles through your body as he stares you down until you can’t bear it anymore.

“I have to get ready for work.” You push your plate across the counter toward him. Kicking yourself when you let go as you realise how you’d unintentionally conceded to what was no doubt an intentional power play. “Do us both a favour and be gone by the time I come home.”

He doesn’t answer, but you feel his eye burning into your backside as he watches you leave.

Not only is Slade not gone upon your return home that afternoon, but he’s taking up even more of your space. His gear is strewn about the living room, his busted armour half fixed and left on your coffee table. The kitchen is packed full of food, enough to have you concerned about how long exactly he plans to invade your home.

The man himself is sitting comfortably, legs wide on the wooden bench in your back garden. Seemingly enjoying the sunset as he works on a cigar. Your brain is glad to see he’d finally put some clothes on. Your clit is not.

Deep down you’d known he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. He wouldn’t be going anywhere until he was ready to, but you hadn’t prepared yourself for the reality. Again, you’re speechless, tapping your fingers on the door frame as you scour your brain for something scathing to say to him.

That train of thought is lost however, as you watch him take a particularly long drag of his cigar, lips growing dry at the sight of his jaw clenching and relaxing as he inhales and exhales the plume of smoke. For all his flaws, he sure is striking.

The trip to cloud nine is cut short as you watch him flicks his ash into your favourite coffee mug.

“When are you leaving?” You finally find your voice as you march over to him, standing between his legs and grabbing the mug from him.

“When my guy finds me a job worth doing.” He watches you, body unmoving, amusement evident. Now that you have the mug you’re not sure what to do with it, and that fact is obvious. “You gonna be a brat about it the whole time?”  

“Are you ever going to say sorry?”

“For what?” His eye narrows as he tilts his head back to look up at you. Really look at you. Your eyes do not leave each other as he reaches his hand forward, stubbing out his half-smoked cigar in your mug. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips before he continues. “For firing you as my ward? For calling you weak?”

“Yes.” Hearing it aloud again stings, but if the words must be repeated, you’re glad they’re coming from him. You doubt you’d be able to get them out without choking if he’d forced you to say it yourself.

“I meant what I said.” There isn’t a crumb of remorse in his tone, his face defiantly set in stone. In a moment of fury, you carelessly throw the ashy cup toward his face. He easily dodges, and you flinch when it smashes against the wall behind him.

“Fuck you.” The seams of your dress loudly pop as he locks a fist into the fabric, forcing you closer before you can make the dramatic exit you’d been itching for.

Slade has never been one for aftershave, citing how its strength could give away his position, but he has always smelled good, especially when the woodsy, smokiness of his cigars clings to him. Up close like this, it’s impossible not to notice.

“It might hurt you to hear it, but that doesn’t make it any less true.” For the first time since he’d forcibly inserted himself back into your life, the words you want are on the tip of your tongue, you’re ready to unleash hell but all that escapes is a sharp yelp as Slade tugs you once more, this time knocking you off balance so that you fall between his outstretched legs. You could fight him, but it would be pointless, he could beat you into submission when you were at the top of your game, god knows what he could do to you now. Yet your fingers unconsciously grab at his wrists regardless.

The concrete of your backporch is harsh on your exposed knees, you’re inches away from his bulge, which is incidentally tenting his dumb cargo shorts. The sick bastard has always gotten off on talking down to you. So had you, and your body remembers. Even when the rest of your body is thrumming with rage, the familiar humiliation of being on your knees for him sets off a fire in your core.

“You’re not meant for fighting.” He continues, easily brushing off your hands as you scratch helplessly at him. He pulls once more at your dress and the fabric finally begins to pull away from itself. He doesn’t expose you, not yet, teasing you with the reminder that he could strip you in seconds if he wanted to. “I let you think you were because it kept you close to me, made you eager for my approval. My malleable little toy to shape. The simple truth is that you’re too emotional, too brainless to do what I do. You’re ruled by your heart and your pussy.”

“You’re wrong.” Even you don’t sound certain of it.

“Am I?” The fingers of his left hand work dexterously quick at unfastening his shorts. Your skin grows hot as you try to contain your unwanted arousal. You want to look anywhere else but remain fixated as Slade takes out his member. It’s exactly how you remember; intimidating. As lengthy as your head and temptingly thick. Undoubtedly enlarged with the rest of his body when he’d undergone experimentation. “Alright, let’s make a bet.”

You swallow the overwhelming excess of saliva building in your mouth as he pushes it closer to you. Dangling it before your face like a carrot on a stick, a treat just out of reach. He pumps himself slowly, the motion causing it to jerk just close enough that you could lean forward and lick it if he wasn’t still holding you down.

“If you can sit and watch until I’m done without touching me, or yourself, I’ll leave.” His voice snaps you out of your trance, and your eyes flit past his dick to look at his smug face.

“And you’ll apologise.” You counter. “You’ll admit you were wrong.”

“I’ll admit I was wrong.” He says it like a punchline, fuelling your determination to prove yourself. “But if you so much as squeeze your thighs together, you’ll confess that you’re nothing more than a submissive little cock whore. My cock whore.”

“Fine. Inside.” Slade’s grip does not ease as you make to stand up, causing the top half of your dress to finally give, displaying the lacy bra you’d definitely not picked out this morning in case something like this happened.

“Here.” He commands, eye shamelessly roaming over your cleavage. “Keep your legs, and your mouth closed, you’ll have nothing to hide.”

Nothing to hide but the old man beating his meat in your backyard, but if he wants to expose himself, that’s his prerogative. Your neighbour Cheryl would just love to get her neighbourhood watch claws into this. Her husband Roy would love it too, for entirely different reasons.

“Fine.” You concede. He lets go, permitting you to settle back into position at his feet.

“See; you’re passive.” The ease with which you fell for his ploy has you sucking your teeth, glare fixated on his enticingly self-satisfied smirk. He leans forward, and instinctively you reel back, feeling foolish when he spits down onto his penis and relaxes back into the bench. The illicit sounds of his hand slapping against his wet cock are perversely tempting, but you know looking will make your clit ache so you remain focused on his face. “And wet I’d wager.”

A coy smile of your own slowly breaks across your face as an idea begins to twist in the back of your brain.

“Painfully.” The breathiness of your voice is completely unintentional but will hopefully work in your favour. “I’m drenched.”

You make of show of teasingly running your fingers down your stomach, right down to your knees, hooking the hem of your attire on the way back up, careful not to touch anything sensitive while giving him a good look at your matching panties. “Want to see?”

“Go on.” You don’t let the conviction in his manner shake your confidence. “Show me how just the sight of my cock gets you riled up.”

Without another word you lift your ruined frock over your head, never stopping to check your surroundings as you unclasp your bra, and finally wriggle out of your sodden underwear, discarding everything in a pile beside you. The logic behind your display being that if you put on a show for him, he’ll bust sooner rather than later. You know it’s working from the way his motions grow fast and sloppy as you reach down and spread your folds apart.

“Predictable.” He grunts, gesturing for you to come closer as he continues. “Bet you’ve been dripping from the moment you found me in your bed.”

“I heard you last night. Fucking yourself on your fingers after I disrespected you.” Shit. All your muscles begin to freeze in mortification at having been caught out, but Slade doesn’t let you stop for long. Long fingers spread across your head, nails grazing your scalp satisfyingly before he locks his grip in and yanks you nearer to his crotch. His voice is hushed, demanding as he goes on. “Would have fucked you myself if my bones weren’t dust. I would've pinned you down by your throat and made you take my dick over and over, and you would have loved every fucking second of it. Wouldn’t you, whore?”

To punctuate his point, and stall his inevitable release, Slade slaps his wood against your cheek, each time with more force, until you close your eyes, remembering, imaging how it would feel to be under his imposing form, his length stretching your walls, filling you in all the right places. He’s rapidly taking back control of the situation by filling your head with lewd visions. It’s enough to make your centre ache with want, to make you dig your nails into your palms, fighting the urge to give your needy clit what it wants.

“Do you know what I did instead?” He runs his head along your soft lips, and you have to bite your tongue to keep from licking it. “I did exactly what you did. Thought about how pretty and pathetic you’d look with your legs spread, split open on my cock, begging for me until I came all over your mattress.”

The picture he’s painting has you breathing out an unintentionally fervid moan. One that he appreciates, evidenced by the thick bed of pre-cum that spills from his tip and before you realise the ramifications of your actions, you stick your tongue out, keening aloud once more as you savour the overwhelming salty fluid.

When the realisation hits, you look to him with wide eyes. He stares back at you knowingly. He’s downright giddy as he relaxes his hand, caressing your face whilst gently bucking his hips into the entrance of your mouth. You both know there’s no point stopping, he’s already won.

Content to let you stew in your own defeat, he doesn’t demand you pay up straight away. Instead, he keeps languidly fucking your open mouth in long, teasing motions, never bothering to force his length down your throat. You’re certain he remembers how much you loved choking on it but doing that would distract you from your defeat. From the fact that you’re ‘his cock whore’.

“You’ll be wet when you clean it up too, am I right?” When you don’t reply he frowns at you. “No point clinging to your dignity now, pet. You already lost, might as well embrace it.”

Maybe it’s your libido doing the thinking but that seems like sound logic to you. With no further encouragement, you hollow your cheeks, leaning forward to take more of him into your mouth.

“That’s it, there you go.” His cruel laughter grows as you reach between your thighs, finally stimulating your aching bud. You're so wet its hard create any real friction but you press down nonetheless, rubbing in short, hard circles until you can't help practically humping your hand. “Good girl.”

Fuck. Your body sings at his praise, lids drooping as you keep working against his slow thrusts. Drool leaks from your lips, seeping down your chin as you begin to work him down your throat. Restraining your gag reflex as best you can by focusing on how gratifying it is to finally have him inside you once more.

“Do you want to taste my cum?” He asks, and despite instantly thinking yes, your answer is slowed by the ripple of pleasure that rolls through your body and makes your cunt throb at the thought.

“Yessshh, suurrr.” You slur around him.

“How badly do you want it?” He presses.

No point denying. “Scho bbbad, duu ashnythhimk.”

“Come on then.”

You whine as he unexpectedly jerks out of your mouth, strings of drool snapping and dripping down onto your naked tits as he stands. “Wh-ere?”

You can hardly string a word together whilst he grabs your arm and hoists you to your feet.

With no effort at all he puts you over his shoulder, taking you inside. Your already sex-dazed mind grows dizzy as your body bounces with each step. Once inside he stops briefly inside your kitchen, swinging your body back and forth as he looks around.

“You’ve been holding onto the things I said for all this time, but all you’ve done since then is prove me right.” The statement hurts, and what’s worse is that he’s right. Despite knowing this, your instinct is to lash out at him again. You launch a fist into his spine, knowing it will do nothing, but wanting to let out your anger anyway. You keep beating at his thick skin until you feel a sharp smack on your ass.

The slap reverberates through the room, but you refuse to cry out in pain, instead sucking on your lip to hold it back and pretending he wouldn't have felt your recoil.

“Thought you were a strong independent woman.” He keeps ranting, picking up his pace again. Marching up the stairs, two thick fingers easily sinking into your balmy cunt making you wince and whine as he pours salt into your wounds. “Thought you could take on the Titans, hell, the world because I said you could, but the moment you thought I’d stopped believing in you, you stopped believing in yourself.”

When he carries you into the bedroom, you’ve just enough time to notice how he’s made it up with the tight precision only a soldier could manage before you’re thrown onto it. Despite his verbal annihilation of your character, you sob at the sudden emptiness of your vagina, stretching your arms out, pathetically begging him to come close to you again.

You don’t have to wait long. As soon as his clothes are off he's on you. His immense body is overwhelming, assaulting all your senses as he climbs over you and crashes his lips onto yours.

He’s more than capable of kissing you gently but rarely does he kiss you like anything other than a man starved of affection. His strong hands hold your head in place as his tongue delves into your mouth, all the while grinding his hard-on against your slick centre.

“I own this.” He growls, pulling away and pressing two fingers against your forehead to emphasise his point. The same two fingers that had been knuckle deep in your soppy entrance only moments earlier.

“And I own this.” He dips his fingers between your lips, rubbing the remnants of your moisture against your tongue.

“And this.” Groping and squeezing every inch of your body as he goes on. Your tits, your ass, you cunt. All of it, his. “I own you.”

“Yes.” You agree, feebly trying to paw back at him, having your wrists smacked every time you get in his way.

“What are you?” Time to face the music. By now you’re too lost in subspace, too eager to please, to be fucked, to care about your embarrassment.

“I’m ruled by my pussy.” It’s so hard to recall his exact words. “I’m yours. Your submissive, slutty toy.”

“Close enough.” He rewards you with another heated kiss. Releasing his own sinful hisses into your mouth when you roll your hips against his shaft just right. “Do you still want to taste my cum?”

You want far more than that, you’d hoped when he brought you up here that he’d fuck you, but you’ll take whatever he gives you.

“Yes! Please Slade, please I want your hot load in my mouth.”

“Hot?” He muses with a sadistic leer. “Who said you’d earned it fresh?”

You’ve no time to process the words, to express your confusion before he’s manhandling you, rolling you into your knees as he strips back the comforter. His intentions finally click as your eyes fall upon the hardened, dried stain he’d left the previous night.

“I’m going to fuck your tight little hole while you clean my cum up with that nasty mouth of yours. Every time you stop, I stop. Understood?”

“Yes sir.” This isn’t the grossest thing he’s had you do for him, not even close. Maybe it’s the deep-seated need to please him that you’ve finally let loose, or maybe if your desperation to feel his cock deep inside once more, but you actually find it exciting. You don’t hesitate, diving tongue first, noisily lapping at the soiled sheets. You have to slobber all over it before it's soft enough to really taste.

“Good, good girl.” Slade coos, and your clit fucking throbs. He isn’t gentle as he manoeuvres your body, roughly bending and grabbing you until you’re in his desired position. Face down, ass up, legs together. He intends to make sure you feel every inch of him as he works you open, and that he does; slowly diving every inch of his substantial length in one unwavering plunge.

“That’s it, pet. You can take it.” He talks over your cries. It’s sweet agony, taking him with so little prep, but you know better than to complain about the pain. “You. Can. Fucking. Take. All. Of. It.”

“There you go.” He grunts when he bottoms out, the head of his dick pushed bruising against your cervix. “Doesn’t that feel right? Having your pussy filled up by your master?”

You’re not my master anymore, you want retort but he’s giving you what you want. If he stops now, if he decides to punish your cheek instead of fucking you, you might never recover.

The noise that leaves your lips instead is supposed to be some form of ‘yes’, but barely sounds human, making Slade chuckle approvingly before he starts snapping his hips into you. Beyond those few seconds of communication, he takes no mercy on you, allows you no time to adjust to him. He fucks the way he fights, with force and precision. Thrusting into you with so much intensity your thighs and ass are sure to wind up bruised.

Wet, slapping sounds bounce throughout the room, drowned out only when you sob at the stimulation, or when Slade reminds you of what a filthy whore you are for him.

“Which is drooling more I wonder, your mouth or your cunt?” You wail when he yanks you upright by the scruff of your neck, holding you against his chest by harshly gripping your tits once he has you where he wants you. Unconsciously you fight, distraught that he might stop pounding into you now that your mouth is no longer licking up his day-old release.

“Stop struggling.” The ire in his voice goes straight to your clit, making you freeze instantly. “Silly little cum slut. Behave and I’ll reward you with the real thing. Would you like that?”  

“Yes, God yes, pleas-” Your skin crunches sickly under the pressure of his teeth biting hard into your nape, but it only stops you for a second. Each word out of your mouth escapes in breathy pants between each jolt of Slade hammering into you. “Just want your cum, sir. Please.”

“Then take it.” He orders, letting you go and pulling out. He doesn’t leave you wondering for long, quickly settling back on the bed, seated against the headboard, hands confidently cupping the back of his head as he awaits your next move. “Make me cum.”

Compliant, you hastily scramble onto him and slide down into his shaft. It’s not long before his hands are on you again, squeezing and twisting your nipples, eating every strangled whimper you feed into his mouth. When he’s not sucking dark, swelling marks into your skin that is.  

Anytime you show signs of slowing, unable to keep up with his infinite stamina, he slaps your ass and tells you to “keep going, make me proud” or “giddy up” like you’re a goddamned horse, but you’re too blissed out to care about his subtle taunts.

“Don’t stop, sweetheart.” You know he’s close when he lets his head roll back against the pillows, eyes closed as he chases his orgasm, the sight has you close as well. With new, raw motivation you rut wildly on him, using his sturdy shoulders as support for your frenzied riding.

“Fuck, Slade, sir, I’m so close.” Thighs burning, you push yourself to keep going until you’re on the brink, eyes glazing as you fast approach your climax.

“No-!” Your sternum tightens from the shock and force of Slade’s hand striking your chest, throwing you back onto the bed. If your pussy could scream at its sudden emptiness, it would. Slade towers over you, a knee jammed into your guts as he drains his cock from above you. Ropes of pale white cum rain down onto your heaving chest and your burning face. Drops fall into your open mouth, causing you to sputter as they hit the back of your throat.

Tears of frustration well up in your eyes, spilling down your face.

“Shh, don’t cry pet.” Despite his soothing expression, his levity is evident. “You got my seed, it’s all over you. You said that’s all you wanted, isn’t that right?”

He’s twisting your words, using the pleas and promises you’d made in the heat of the moment against you.

“Yes, sir.” Despite your agreement, you can’t help pursing your lips and balling your hands into tight fists.

“Don’t pout.” He chides, climbing over your slackened form, his goatee tickling you as he nips and sucks his way up your chest, along your collar before finally murmuring against your ear. “We’re not done yet. I might allow you to finish yet.”

And that he does, eventually. Once he’s spent the night defiling and filling every corner and crevice of your body. Once you’re marked and spent and begging for release. He makes you cum over and over, until you eat your words and promise him anything to stop. He uses your body until you have nothing left to give and doesn’t stop once you’ve blacked out from exhaustion and overstimulation.

You sleep well into the late morning. Body sore and sticky in ways and places you hadn’t felt in a long time. With a strained groan, you roll over to lament to Slade, to seek a smidgen of comfort from him but find the bed empty. Your legs wobble with every step once you muster the strength to search for him. Each step down the stairs makes you feel like Bambi. If last night hadn't been proof enough, your pitifully broken body this morning proves you're not in the shape you used to be.

On the ground floor you deliberately ignore the Livingroom’s newfound organisation, the go bag neatly packed and waiting by the door, in favour of following the smell of fresh coffee.

In the kitchen, Slade is fully dressed, sleeves rolled up while he washes the dishes. There are pancakes plated up on the breakfast bar which you ignore, planning on pulling him in for an embrace, but when he doesn’t acknowledge your arrival, you hesitate.

“Good morning.” Your voice cracks from sleep during your tentative greeting.

“Morning.” He replies cooly as he finishes the last plate and dries his hands on a dish rag, not once looking at you. “Coffee?”

At no point since his arrival had their been promises or even so much as a discussion on wether something could be rekindled between you, but after last night it doesn't seem to much to want some sort of closure at the very least.

“Please.” Again, he doesn’t look at you as he prepares your drink. You’re not sure where to go from here, so you speak your mind.

“Last night you said, ‘I thought you stopped believing in me’, is that because you never believed in me?” His movements slow, but he makes no attempt to confirm or interject so you carry on. “Or because you just wanted me to think you didn’t believe in me.”

You’re whatever-you-are-ship has long past small talk anyway.

“I said what I said, derive what you want from it.” Expecting more of an answer from him would be unwise, you level with yourself. Despite his expert penchant for manipulation, even on his best days, Slade is not great with emotions that aren't anger, indifference, or arousal. It's not that he doesn't understand them, so much as he doesn't know how to express them in a non-confrontational manner.

The coffee mug makes a clinking sound as he places it on the count beside you, but you don’t look over to it or pick it up, instead, you're focused on watching him, willing him to look back at you but when his eye finally fixes on your naked frame, you don’t get the rush you were hoping for.

“Look, I have a job.” Of course he does. “It’s imminent. I only waited this long to say goodbye.”

There’s a whole host of legality and safety reasons why he doesn’t give you any more information. For your own sake, it’s better that you don’t know, especially now that you’re out. You don’t pry, but you can't help asking; “Are you coming back?”

Sometimes silence speaks a thousand words, but not this time. Slade spares you a brief frown as he leaves the room, and you follow behind him, hating how he has you chasing him like a lost puppy after being back in your life for less than 48 hours. Had you stuck to your guns and kept him at arm’s length, would this still be happening? You don’t know, you just know that this somehow feels worse than the last time you parted ways.

“Some lady named Cheryl stopped by while you were sleeping. Said she wanted to talk with you before the next block meeting.” Fucking Cheryl. The realisation of the likely subject takes a moment to settle in. Oh fuck, Cheryl. You want to feel shame, but your heavy heart is distracted by Slade’s obvious deflection. “She seemed… difficult. What’s that about?”

“Just go.” You shrug, feeling like a petulant child as you watch him toss the bag over his shoulder. It’s difficult to have to start rebuilding that wall again so soon, but you steel yourself as he lingers in your door frame, forcing yourself not to get your hopes up as he looks back at you with a rare soft look.

“I- Drink your coffee before it goes cold.” Is the last thing he says to you before he walks out of your life. Perhaps this is his revenge for your walking out on him, but then, you hadn’t really left of your own accord. He’s unambiguously pushed you out.

The coffee almost certainly goes cold, you spend a long time standing in the same spot, watching the door, weighing your options and emotions. At some point you hear footsteps outside and dumbly allow yourself to believe he’d come back, only to be devastated when its just someone, probably Roy, posting a flyer through your letter box.

Eventually, you drag yourself back to the kitchen, intent to distract yourself by cleaning up. That’s when you finally spot it. When he’d had the time to fix it you don’t know but on the counter sits your favourite mug, scratched and chipped, certainly not what it was, but purposefully bonded back together with glue.

[koshiaoi]

More sif from In Galaxies And Eons, he gets a bit worn-out whenever he loops.

My hc is he is affected by the craft exhaustion way more than normal sif, by way more I mean while in the loops, and that's because it's not just local to Vaugarde and is instead just reversing time completely! But his body does still feel the effects of it harshly, as each time he dies the scar on his cheek and the black bits of his hair, hat, and the inside of his clothes gains another star. All the black bits slowly turn a dark blue! Just cuz I wanna and I love blue.

If anyone is wondering, the scar on his cheek he got from loop, this loop spent way longer in the time loops than the original loop (around 10k I think?) And doesn't really talk to siffrin because of this. Loop attacked sif because he wanted to replace him and get back his actors.

From everyone else's perspective, they were a few days before they got to dormant and were taking a break when they heard sif scream, they rushed over and saw him almost dead being attacked by a "sadness" that somehow could talk? They hear it say something about ripping his skin off and replacing him, at which point they were able to save sif. Frightening loop, causing them to run away. Isa and odile noticed something in its eyes though... a weird shade that gave them a visceral feeling.

Bonnie wouldn't be able to leave sifs side after this, as they were told that he was 'just going to take a nap' and he ended up getting attacked. So bonnie sees this and knows that they can't leave the rest of the party anymore, but what's worse about it is that even though frin looks half dead, they're not bleeding, like at all. Instead, every scratch and wound is this weird back nothingness, which is even more reason to not let him alone ever again!

Mira tries her best to heal him, but nothing happens, almost like its permanent damage, like its scars, which stress her out even more! The person who she thought she could trust with her life is now badly injured because of her! If she just didn't ask him to come along, he would never have gotten hurt! It's all her fault! Its-

And isa would hide his true feelings about the entire thing, just trying to cheer sif up by telling him how cool he is for being able to hold his own against that sadness, they that couldn't even damage... wait what? Why couldn't they damage it? Why could only sif damage it? Well that doesn't matter! Sif looks really cool now! He tries his best to help out the freaking out siffrin.

Odile on the other hand would take that thought and run with it. When she saw that when they tried to attack the sadness, not only did it not flinch, like at all, it's form also didn't even react! No small bits of water, nothing. And then there's the fact that whatever it did to siffrin is permanent and can't be healed, what it said was weird to, not to mention that IT COULD TALK? No something wasn't right here... they should really talk to siffrin later.

Yes! I am using some headcannons for this! Specifically the loop appeared before the loops and was just hiding, the loop being sap!sif but I made him worse, and one thing that's just true, is that odile will know that isa also saw the weird thing and will talk to them about it and everything.

[cultofdixon]

What Happens Next

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The archer was given the best news of his life, and one would say he’s one of the more involved in every single thing that has to do with his future child • ANGST/SFW/NSFW • TW: Pregnancy & Birth / Anxiety / Scars / Injuries / Sleep Deprivation • Ignoring Canon, cuz I can

Requested by: Anon

Daryl stared at her dumbfounded and a little taken back by what his wife had just told him. He had to sit down and the silence started to worry Y/N.

He doesn’t…

He doesn’t want this

We should’ve been more careful

Fuck he’s probably mad

What am I supposed to do—-

“Hey…hey…darling, what’s wrong? You’re crying” Daryl frowns as he has risen from his seat when the tears rolled from her cheeks abruptly. He carefully took a hold of her face wiping away the tears that kept falling. “Sweetheart…”

“I should’ve been more careful…”

“Y/N”

“You don’t want this—-“

“Love—-“

“Daryl I’m so sor—-“

“I want this, I want this if you do” Daryl states holding her face as the tears came on faster but no longer from her anxiety. He couldn’t help his own as he wipes the happy tears away before bringing her close in his embrace. “We’re gonna be parents”

“We’re gonna be parents”

First Trimester

“Are you going on the run tomorrow?”

“I’ll have to ask Y/N” Daryl states helping Rick pack up the truck for the overnighters as the retired sheriff gave him a confused look.

“Ask Y/N? Really? You usually never asked her before you did anythin’. Tell her yeah but—-“

“Things have changed. No more worrying of Negan causing hell on us anymore. I ain’t leaving her in the dark of anythin’.” Daryl shuts the trunk before making his way back to the house. “I’ll ask and let yea know”

“Okay…” Rick continues to have some suspicion about what’s hidden behind his words.

As Daryl enters the home he spotted Y/N immediately as she was sitting on the kitchen floor. He quickly ran over to her thinking the worse but she gave him a reassuring look that made him sit with her instantly.

“Are you alright?”

“Just felt icky when grabbing something to eat…had to sit down”

“Quickly I assume”

Y/N hums tiredly in response as she rests her head on his shoulder feeling his instantly rest on hers. “Did you tell anybody yet?”

“Am I allowed to?”

“Yes…but I wanna tell Carol. You can literally tell anybody else but this is my one. And Maggie.”

“If I tell Rick or Michonne what makes yea think they won’t tell others? Rick also doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut” He laughs making Y/N do so as well snuggling into his side. “He’s going on a run tomorrow, wondered if I’m going”

“What’s stopping you?” She asks as the silence gave her her answer. “Oh, me? I never stopped you before”

“Mm. Told him I’d ask yea if I could go…” By the way he said such, Y/N knew he didn’t want to go. Leave her for too long…she couldn’t help the smile on her face.

“I don’t want you to go”

“Then I’ll stay. Take care of yea”

“Speaking of such…I’m hungry, but I don’t want to lose it instantly”

“I can make yea toast. Prob one of the few things I can make without burning it” He smiles listening to her laugh to such before slowly getting up and offering a hand to help her up but she shook her head. “Still icky?”

“Mhm. Besides I like the view” Y/N winks smiling up at her man while he groaned to the comment.

A few days went by and today was the perfect opportunity to tell Carol. Alexandria took a big hit after the Saviors War along with the Kingdom that they have been going back and forth to help rebuild each other’s communities with the help of others. It was the Kingdom’s turn to come to Alexandria which meant Carol coming by. But Y/N went on an infirmary run with Siddiq to the other communities. This meant Daryl has to bite his tongue from telling Carol.

Even though Daryl’s silent moments that was him biting his tongue, concerned Carol.

“How’s the house holding up?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well this place was set on fire and our first job was fixing the houses. Was wondering how yours and Y/N’s is doing. Anything you add since I’ve moved to the kingdom?”

“Nope” Daryl lied of course because he can’t talk about the nursery they are starting early before Y/N can’t help physically. “Only got the guest room set up for you. That’s pretty much the only thing we did to the place”

“Uh huh” Carol squints at the man waiting for him to reveal more but he didn’t. “Well, the crops aren’t going to take care of themselves and you’re certainly not helping by drowning the potatoes” she had to take the hose away from Daryl since his mind was elsewhere and that made her worry even more.

She was even more worried and a bit suspicious when Daryl stayed outside that night with the universal radio talking to who she assumed to be Y/N.

“You feelin’ alright, darling?”

“Yeah…Maggie made sure I didn’t overwork myself once I told her”

“She happy?…for us?”

“Why wouldn’t she be? She’s a bit surprised it didn’t happen sooner. Given yknow. The times she walked in on us”

“Do I still have to apologize for the first time in Alexandria or?” Daryl smiles listening to her laugh on the other end. “It’s about to get harder to hide certain things. You better get your ass back before I blab”

“You better fucking not Dixon”

“It’s either I—-Or Rick”

Bingo. Carol knew exactly who to go to and it’s the blabber mouth. Rick can keep secrets when it came to death level situations but life? The man will fold.

“Rick!” Carol calls out to the retired sheriff while he was carrying Judith on their morning walk. “Want some company?”

“Uhm. Sure?” Rick sets Judith down as she instantly reached to hold Carol’s hand as well as her dad’s. “What’s up?”

“Daryl is keeping a secret from me and I overheard him last night talking to Y/N on the radio”

“Why are you eavesdropping on the two?”

“Because they are my family and if something serious is happening…I want to know. I’ve lost enough” She knew playing the guilt card will get Rick to fold but Judith, as young as she is, knows when her father is about to fuck something up.

“I WANT MOMMY” She screams and let go of the two’s hands to sprint in the opposite direction they were heading.

“Sorry Carol I gotta—“ Rick gestures to where his kid is running as Carol waved him off.

As Rick catches up to Judith he quickly picks her up once again as she held her hand out. He immediately took out a hard candy from his back pocket giving it to her.

“You’re a life saver”

“Can you open it daddy?”

“Of course, sweetheart” Rick smiles helping his kid on the way back to their house.

Finally, Y/N returns home with Siddiq who on the drive back was telling her about the pre-natals they had and if she ever got too sick to move that she should see him right away. He was freaking her out really with everything he was talking about. The baby book that Maggie gave her already stressed her.

“Siddiq, I love yea. But please shut up”

“Sorry. Did I go too far?”

“Yes…” Y/N sighs laughing after.

Siddiq drove up to the infirmary and parked, Y/N quickly stepped out grabbing her duffle. “Let me get you the vitamins before you head back home, okay?”

As Y/N waited on the porch, it didn’t take long for Daryl to reunite with his partner knowing she would’ve stopped there first. He was also getting restless not being able to tell Carol the news and needed her to tell her. But she looked exhausted when Daryl drew close.

“You alright?”

“Been doing check ups all day…and driving back from the Sanctuary was physically and mentally exhausting…”

Daryl didn’t know one of their stops was the Sanctuary and felt awful knowing she went there. He took her bag for her and the timing was perfect when Siddiq came out tossing the bottle to the archer.

“How many times a day?”

“It says it on the bottle, but should be once. I’d take it around noon” Siddiq advises patting Y/N on the shoulder before going to unload the truck for them.

As the two made their way back to the house, they were welcomed by Carol standing obnoxiously in the middle of the foyer.

“So what’s going on between you two?”

“Daryl didn’t tell you anything right?” Y/N asks watching the confusion grow on her face. “I’ll take that as a yes…but I’m so exhausted…”

“Carol can she tell yea in the morning? It’s nothin’ bad” Daryl frowns rubbing circles on Y/N’s back as Carol’s expression softens before inevitably nodding.

“But if you forget, I will yell at you”

“Promise” Y/N gave her a soft smile approaching her and hugging her family. “I’m so happy you’re here”

After their small moment, Y/N didn’t wait any much longer to climb into their bed and get comfortable. Daryl brought himself to her side of the bed helping her get out of her shoes and her jeans so that she could be more comfortable.

“Yea need anything from your bag downstairs?”

“Mmm. Besides my shorts, can you get me water while you’re down there?” Y/N smiles as Daryl snuck in a quick kiss to her lips before doing such.

As the archer made his way downstairs he spotted Carol at the dining room table where he put Y/N’s bag…and the bottle.

“Shit”

“You fucking hid this from me?! I wouldn’t have reacted badly—-“ Carol stops when Daryl started shushing her. “Excuse me?”

“Y/N wants to tell yea. She even got mad at me about it. She really wants to be the one to tell you that she literally gave me a list of who I could tell and you were off limits. Same with Maggie.” Daryl took the bottle from her and stowed it away in Y/N’s bag. “You can’t say shit”

“Well can I say—-“

“You can say it in the morning when she tells yea”

When he turned toward his best friend he saw the permanent smile on her face as he clenched the shorts Y/N had him get for her.

You’re gonna be a dad Carol mouths to Daryl with her smile following as she held in her squeal to hug him just for a moment before letting him get back to what he needed to do.

The morning came and Carol anxiously waited at the dining room table for the two to emerge. But only Y/N woke out of them and by the looks of it, she woke up to puke and Carol couldn’t help the worried look.

“I’m pregnant”

“I know”

“I’m too tired to kill Daryl”

“He didn’t tell me, love. I found the prenatal bottle in your bag because Daryl wouldn’t tell me anything that I had to investigate. Even Rick didn’t tell me”

“Mmm…that’s impressive” Y/N was a bit proud of Rick for not spilling the beans. Then she started tearing up which lead to her close friend rising to her feet and making her way to her. “I’m so scared Carol…” she sobbed hugging Carol back once she wrapped her arms around her.

“Oh hun that’s normal. Trust me. You are going to be a great mom, and I know that man of yours is going to be a great dad by how over protective he is and the little one isn’t even here yet” Oh Y/N knew that the archer was looming around the corner as he didn’t want to ruin their moment but also didn’t want to leave her alone in case of anything. “Now come on. You go back to sleep and take it easy today. Dad-to-be and I will hold down the fort” Carol directs Y/N back to the stairs as she stopped to hug her husband feeling him tighten his grasp on her kissing her temple.

“Come find me if yea need anything”

“Mhm” Y/N hums happily parting from him to head back to bed.

“You are going to be difficult to ask for help that takes you away from Y/N, huh?” Carol smiles watching Daryl nod. “Then go! I’ll tell Rick you’ll help out later”

The first three months was a breeze even with the morning sickness and overly tired days. Daryl wouldn’t leave when the days were bad even if Y/N insisted he’d do something other than watch her sleep. But he didn’t care. He’d even catch up on some sleep as long as it meant being with her. Carol started visiting more and Maggie would give her items that helped her during her pregnancy with Hershel Jr. She’s honestly relieved that Y/N wasn’t pregnant during all the chaos, all that was happening was just rebuilding the communities. Some part of her really wanted to physically be there but couldn’t for reasons.

“Y/N, Carol is making me read this and it’s already fuckin’ terrifying” Daryl thought something like the prison flu or another asshole threatening their lives would be the thing he worries about. But there’s so much more to it and the new world changes a lot of it.

“You don’t have to read it if it gets too much” Y/N grumbles to herself as she struggles to her favorite jeans on.

“I wanna be prepared. Even if I have no idea what colostrum is…” Daryl stops reading the page he was on when listening to Y/N’s annoyance get louder. He dog-eared the page he was on setting the book down on the dresser approaching his partner to help when he noticed. “Stop. Wear something else”

“I’m working on the farm all day. I want to be comfortable”

“If comfortable is crushing my baby, I don’t want it” Daryl unbuttoned her jeans as Y/N looks at him confused feeling her face flush when he pulled her pants down low enough to show her in the mirror. “You popped”

“Don’t ever say that again” Y/N laughs resting her hands on her small bump feeling Daryl’s gaze burn into her as she took his hand to rest on it. “Your big ass hand makes it look like nothing”

“It’s still somethin’” Daryl couldn’t help his smile forming as Y/N kisses his temple while he continued to hold her bump.

Second Trimester

It was the first deer she has seen in a while, given she usually gets rabbits and squirrels once she learned how to use her bow. Y/N snuck up on the creature perfectly as she readies her bow, the first time she had to readjust given what she was carrying. She took the shot once it was clear and managed to get the deer.

“Yes!” Y/N cheers putting her bow back on her back approaching the downed deer, pulling the arrow out once she put it out of its misery. She heard the walker approaching and given her knelt position it was going to take her a minute to get up but she was going to take it out before it got near dinner.

Then an arrow shot past her taking the walker out as Y/N quickly turns around finding her man had took the shot and gave away his position.

“I told you I could’ve done this alone”

“But yea ain’t alone, and I didn’t make any promise to the peanut. Ain’t leavin’ her alone”

“You really want a girl don’t you?” Y/N smiles ignoring how she felt a second ago to gush over the fact that Daryl really wants a little girl and how cute it was that he did.

“I ain’t calling the baby an it that’s for sure” Daryl scoffs going to retrieve his arrow and help her carry the deer back, and by help, do it himself. “Yea feel anything yet?”

The archer has been reading the baby book given to him non-stop. He’s already protective of those who’s he cares about, and the book only made it 100 times worse because of all the scary things that could happen. But there are good parts. In this regard, the baby kicking.

“I just got to five months. It won’t magically happen instantly”

“I know…but I wanna be there”

“You most likely will. You don’t leave me alone for more than a minute” Y/N laughs quietly as the two got closer to where they’ve been staying for a month. The Sanctuary. Rick had asked Daryl if he could watch the Sanctuary for a few weeks just until they’re comfortable knowing not another Negan will emerge. He also promised Y/N that it would only be a few weeks and then they can be back home enjoying their lives just the two of them before their new addition joins.

It’s been a month and Daryl hasn’t seen anything happen with the ex-saviors but has seen his wife become more anxious the longer they stay there.

“I’m talkin’ to Rick tomorrow about going home. I think the place is fine without supervision. Just as long as someone checks in every now and then…” Daryl frowns looking at Y/N who was actively ignoring the conversation knowing Rick is only going to ask for another couple days. But he was persistent this time. “Y/N. We’re gonna go home. Not have to worry about anythin’ else but gettin’ ready for the little peanut”

She really wasn’t there mentally when Daryl would talk about that. All she did was give him a small smile before hesitantly heading inside the place.

“You can go back if it’s that bad”

“Rick fuckin’ owes me this time. It’s one thing dealin’ with my own shit. But Y/N not saying more than five words a conversation while in this hell, I ain’t having it anymore Carol” Daryl frowns gripping the radio in his grasp as he tried not to lose it while he stepped outside for a moment even if his anxiety was telling him to not leave Y/N. “I need to go back inside”

“You should”

Daryl looks up from his lap finding Carol in the protective gear that Kingdom guards wear as she brought herself to sit beside him. “When did yea—-“

“You’re not the only one with access to that radio.”

“She’s talkin’ to yea and not…Carol if something serious is—-“

“Don’t. Don’t jump the gun. It has nothing to do with her state or the baby. For the most part” Carol set her pack down going through it and handing Daryl a few things at a time. They were all baby related and some clothes for Y/N that would make her more comfortable even if wearing Daryl’s sweaters were enough. “We talk about her and the baby in good terms. Whenever I do bring up the Sanctuary, she goes quiet and doesn’t want to talk about it at all. She doesn’t want to be here. So I am helping y’all get out of here and if whoever has an issue with it, they’ll talk to me”

“Or me. I don’t want Y/N to stress just from being here.” Daryl frowns holding a Fox plush that was in the pile. “Rick should’ve thought this through”

“Mm. He should’ve. But right now? We have our priorities”

Y/N was sleeping uncomfortably in one of the rooms at the Sanctuary as she would wake to every noise she heard and didn’t like being so close to the cells knowing where Daryl has been held captive for weeks. Her anxiety was the worse that night Daryl and Carol decided to sneak her out in the middle of it, the door opening lead to Y/N taking her gun out from under her pillow.

Daryl held his hands up watching Y/N relax but also break out into tears. “Hey…no I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have snuck up on yea or anythin.” He frowns sitting on the side of the bed wiping away her tears. “We’re going home, not waiting for Rick or anybody else for that matter. We’re going now”

“But—-“

“Nah. I need my wife and baby safe, and even if everything is fine here. You don’t feel safe. I need yea safe” Daryl presses his forehead against hers resting his hand on her belly and that’s when it happened. Right at that very second, Daryl suddenly pulls back keeping his hand cemented on her belly as Y/N rests hers on top of his laughing through the tears.

“Timing couldn’t be more perfect”

“Peanut didn’t like it here either” Daryl kept his attention to the movement until it stopped for the time being as he brought Y/N close to hold his family. “We’re gonna be okay. I promise”

Nobody questioned their return, and Rick definitely didn’t bother asking because he knew he’d get chewed out. But a huge part of him was thankful to have them back.

“Daryl told me to check on yea while he’s gone, but by the looks of it…” Michonne enters the nursery. “You’ve been busy” she smiles seeing all the work Y/N had managed to get done.

The walls were already a grey and Daryl found paint cans in one of the garages that matched the shade enough to fix the spots. The one part he didn’t let Y/N do because of fumes. Even though he did try to convince her to let him move furniture but she would yell at him every time he tried. It’s the simple stuff. The closet had the extra supplies, there was a dresser that held the baby clothes Daryl found and hand me downs from Maggie, a basket on top of such that held cloth diapers and burp clothes, a crib, and the rocking chair Y/N was currently sitting in that was gifted to her by someone at Oceanside. There was still much to be done but she was exhausted when Michonne came in.

“He’s on a gas run but knowing my partner he’s going to come back with things. He never comes home empty handed” Y/N shifts a bit getting used to being a growing planet of a human being as she rubs circles on her belly. “Wish he’d be back already”

“You want company?” Michonne smiles watching her friend’s eyes light up to those words.

The party of two became three and then four. That being Rosita joining once she heard a girls night was commencing in some way and Carol joining after she came to visit to do her usual check in on Y/N. Daryl isn’t the only hoverer. At first it was talking about the changes happening in the others’ lives and then the talking became talking and working on the nursery with the directions given by Y/N.

By the end of the night, Daryl came back with Rick as the two were heading toward the Dixon residence.

“You excited?”

“Who wouldn’t be?”

“I was terrified with Carl and that was before the outbreak happened. Then Judith, same feelin’ but with the undead around. Y’all having a kid with the sickos still walking. Just thought you’d be a bit more—-“

“Scared?” Daryl chuckles gripping the strap to his crossbow. “Never said I wasn’t scared and as much as hell continues to surround us, as long as they’re safe and well, our bubble can stay intact.”

“You did seem to be a natural with babies when Judith was small. I know for a fact you’ll be great” Rick pats his brother on the back watching Michonne step out of the residence with a smile on her face and immediately hugging her man.

“Have a good night” Daryl tells the two as he enters his home seeing Carol and Rosita in the kitchen cleaning up their mess but also enjoying dinner. “Hey”

“Hey, look who’s back”

“Y/N misses you. Should go check on her” Rosita states watching Daryl give her a questioning look by how she said such before doing exactly that. Since it was his plan the second he entered Alexandria.

Daryl’s first stop was the bedroom half expecting her to be in bed already. But since she wasn’t there, he knew to check the obvious and he was surprised by the finished nursery. It was very gender neutral even if he was convinced and convinced Y/N that they were having a girl. But he loved everything about it.

“You’ve been busy”

“I had help from my girls” Y/N smiles happily from the rocking chair that now had a blanket resting on the back of it. It had little woodland creatures on it. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, love it even more if you didn’t lift a finger”

“I didn’t. All the moving was done by them and Carol told me off every chance I tried” She laughs leaning forward when Daryl brought himself over leaning into her to kiss her as she met him halfway. “How was your day?”

“Found enough gas for a few more trips. Gonna try Maggie’s alternative and see if we can eventually change to that” Daryl brought himself to sit on the floor beside her enjoying the feeling of her hand running through his hair. “Did get more stuff for her”

“I figured. But you should look at one of the shelves before you bring the new items in” Y/N states watching Daryl get up with a slight groan after having an exhausting day as he goes to the shelves finding some of the plushies but books they found on display.

But there was a solo shelf above the dresser that held knickknacks. He felt a warmth in his chest finding little wooden carvings that represented each member of their family. Crossbow…arrow…sheriff hat…katana…knife…baseball cap…and the last item was a framed Polaroid that the two had taken with their family all the way back to the prison.

“Eugene whittles and got them done perfectly in my opinion. He also felt like he owed me for the time I was three months and he made me cry for an hour” that got a laugh out of Daryl even though he remembers the day perfectly where he didn’t even know his own strength by how he managed to lift the poor guy off the ground for scaring him in thinking he hurt his wife. “I think it’s perfect but we’ll need something temporary to mount them”

“I’ll think of something but they’re fine where they’re at for now” Daryl smiles returning the picture back on the shelf.

Third Trimester

I’m a fucking goddamn planet Y/N thought as she tries to look down at her feet from sitting on the bench at the end of their bed. Seven months wasn’t so bad. Eight is fucking hell.

Daryl came upstairs once he stood at the front door for too long waiting for Y/N. He thought she was right behind her but she wasn’t.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m huge. My back hurts…and I can’t tie my shoes” Y/N frowns lifting her feet up and setting them down gently as she readjusts from her seated position holding her belly.

“You should’ve just asked for help, love” Daryl knelt down once he got close enough and helped tie Y/N’s shoes feeling her distract herself by messing with his hair. “Why are you even wearing this pair? I got you shoes without laces”

“You found shoes without laces and I forgot where I put them” Pregnancy brain is a bitch. “Why are we doing this again?”

“It’s a walk around Alexandria. It’s five to ten minutes top. You also bugged me to remind you of such the past few days we’ve been doing this” He tried really hard to contain his laugh but his grin was prominent. “Helps the swelling in your legs”

“Sometimes I wish you’d listen to my tired brain over my screaming one from a few days ago”

“When we get home I’ll rub your feet”

“Sold” Y/N stops messing with his hair, fixing it quickly before he stood to his feet holding his hands out to help her off the bench.

Daryl gave her a quick kiss, then one to her bump. He’s been doing that every day since her bump became more noticeable.

It was a cool fall afternoon that the two were walking around Alexandria as Y/N watches all the familiar faces go about their day along with the new ones. This community expanded like the others and her heart swelled over the fact that this little one has a village in case of anything. But boy did her man make sure everything would go smoothly.

“I’m not naming our kid after any dead relatives”

“Middle names are fine. But you also have to give me boy names” Y/N watches her man roll his eyes as she was just preparing for that just in case. “C’mon baby. We don’t know the gender and our already huge list of girl names over power our list of boys that is literally nothing. It could happen”

“It ain’t but fine. What are yea thinking”

“I really like Shepherd”

“Done. That’s the name if we have a boy—-“

“Daryl!” Y/N smacks him in the chest lightly. “Actually come up with one instead of instantly agreeing with me. What would you like for a boy that would be on the same level with your favorite girl names?”

“Robin can go both ways”

“Okay, fair. But come on” Y/N returns her hand to holding Daryl’s as he was silent for a long time before actually thinking of one.

“Andy ain’t bad”

“Short for Andrew? That’s cute. Andrew Glenn Dixon” That sounds nice.

“Mmm. Gregory”

“No” Y/N immediately shot down. “Steven?”

“Not my first option, but an option. Mmm….” Daryl looks around the place thinking something would inspire him as Y/N tugs at him to take a seat at the gazebo. “Josh—Nah that didn’t sound right leaving my mouth”

“I had an ex named Josh in the old world”

“Then that’s a fuck no” Daryl leans back into the bench resting his head on top of hers once she placed herself on his shoulder. “Can we just agree on Andrew or Shepherd for the boy names?”

“Then Robin or Evelyn for our top girl choices” Y/N sighs happily knowing she doesn’t have to stress about that. “Glad we got that covered”

The two were simply enjoying themselves as a party of two for a little while longer. Listening to the wind of autumn…watching life continue even while outside the walls was a scary place…Daryl couldn’t help but think about the future. Would he mess up? Would he turn out like his father? But those thoughts washed away every time Y/N would look into his piercing blue eyes with her beautiful E/C ones. She’s always been the light that lead him back to reality. He knew he’ll be fine with her by his side every step of the way.

A few nights have past since that calming moment, Daryl brought his arm around his love bringing her close even if it meant her back flush against his chest. Y/N shifted slightly in her sleep out of discomfort from the size of her belly and the movement of the baby. She brought her hand on her belly hoping rubbing circles would soothe it but instead the discomfort got worse.

“D…”

“Hm?”

“Your baby won’t stop moving” She sighs feeling Daryl shift behind her enough to bring his hand to her belly. Her hope was dad’s touch would do something but it didn’t.

Daryl got up entirely from the bed moving himself to her side watching the discomfort in her face grow as she tries to hide in her pillow.

“Imma get Siddiq”

“Please don’t leave me…” Y/N sobs feeling his calloused hand brush the hair out of her face before taking care of the on-going tears.

“Hun if you’re in labor we need the doc”

“My water hasn’t broke yet…”

“Y/N. I don’t want to take any chances here” Daryl frowns hating that she was already experiencing a lot of discomfort that they both knew was only going to get worse. “The second it breaks I’m getting Siddiq. But what do you want me to do right now for you? Just name it”

Early stages of labor was mainly discomfort and the body preparing itself. Daryl didn’t like anything Y/N was suggesting they’d do before her water breaks.

Like the walk they were taking at 3AM and Daryl growing frustrated every time Y/N would smack his hand away when he tried to hold her in some way. She was starting to feel crowded in her own person making her stop suddenly in the middle of the street.

“What’s happenin’” Daryl frowns resting his hand on her back as she tensed to the touch. “Y/N. Tell—-“

“Shut up. I don’t want to walk anymore” She groans turning herself around and waddling incredibly slow back to their place.

The sound of a door opening caught the archer’s attention as he quickly noticed Rosita stepping out of the house she shared with Eugene and Gabriel. She looks at the two confused as Daryl tried his best to tell her what was happening with hand gestures. Rosita is a smart woman she caught on without Daryl’s gesturing as she went back inside to get her shoes on and leave to go get Siddiq for the Dixons.

“She’s in the bath”

“Hm. That makes sense��� Siddiq rubs the sleep out of his eyes as it was now around five in the morning and her water hasn’t broken yet. “How do we know these aren’t Braxton?”

“The fake ones? She’s in a lot of discomfort. I doubt it’s fucking fake” Daryl frowns his anxiety was spiking his rage slightly. “I gotta check on her. Just. I’ll come and find yea—-“

“I’m already here. I’ll just be on the couch until anything. Okay? But if it gets worse, I have to check her myself to see how dilated she might be”

“Alright” Daryl quickly went back upstairs, surprised Y/N even wanted to be back up there. But it meant having their kid in their bedroom if it comes to it.

Y/N was comfortably uncomfortable in the bath as she didn’t say a word when Daryl entered, only looked at him with tears still blurring her vision.

“How bad is it?” Daryl sat on the edge of the tub taking her hand into his, feeling her crush his hand instantly. “Fucking hell”

“You should’ve told me sooner if you were a big baby.”

“I wasn’t?” Daryl knew her emotions were going to be all over the place, and her anger is starting to get there. “I was premature.”

“You gave me a big ass baby” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and the grip on his hand got tighter indicating the pain getting worse. These weren’t fake. These were real contractions. “God she’s going to fucking rip herself out of me”

There’s a mental image Daryl is never going to forget, and the man has seen Alien. Okay now it’s worse applying a chest buster to labor.

“Siddiq has to check yea to see how dilated you are”

“Only you can see me fucking naked. I need to get the fuck out and put a shirt on before that happens”

“Are you even ready to—-“

“NO” She snaps wanting to remain in the tub for a little while longer.

Word got out that Y/N was in the early stages of labor and as more of their family entered the living room, the more it progressed. Siddiq had left to get everything he’ll need from the infirmary given this is now happening in their home. Oh what the doc would give for a hospital right about now. He knows what he’s doing but he still feels inexperienced every time.

Y/N wore one of Daryl’s shirts covering most of her as she felt like a tiny person carrying a planet even more now that her water has broke all over their floor. She leans against the bed gripping the sheets trying to distract herself, appreciating Daryl’s hands working their magic on her back to ease the pain while she took deep breathes.

“I hate you”

“Mm. Fair.”

“No don’t agree with me I’m not serious” she started to sob again. Nice job Daryl. “I love you…I love you so much and I’m excited for this chapter but HOLY FUCK DOES IT HURT” she screams as it startled Daryl a bit, especially their friends in the living room.

“I’ve gotcha love” Daryl brought himself beside her resting his head against hers feeling her lean into him. “Just a few more hours and it’ll be all over”

“I can’t…Fucking, I can’t” Y/N sobs into him feeling his arm wrap around her shoulders to bring her closer.

“You’re the strongest person I know. You can, and you will.” Daryl states kissing her temple before helping her back into the bed.

A few hours have passed and Siddiq checked how dilated she was once more before giving Daryl and Y/N a look that it was time. While he got himself prepared, Y/N gave her partner a horrified look.

“I’m not ready”

“Love, it’s time”

“Daryl I’m not ready” She cries. “What if I’m a terrible mom? What if I mess up so bad that she’ll resent me? I-I…”

Daryl squeezes her hand bringing it up to his lips kissing the back of it before resting his forehead against hers. “You’re going to be great. No one is ever ready. I’m scared shitless. But I know I’ll be great with yea, Y/N. We’ll be great. We’ll mess up and take care of it along the way. It’s bound to happen but again, we’ll be great. We have a village. Have each other. I’m right here, sunshine”

His words made her cry even more but in ease. Siddiq was finally ready and bringing the blanket up checking her once more when Daryl got an idea. He kicked his shoes off and had Y/N sit up enough for him to slip in behind her. She instantly presses herself against his chest feeling his hand move to her knees after instructed to do such.

“Okay, push on the next contraction” Siddiq states letting the nature take its course.

Y/N started to get anxious when the contraction hit her like a truck which lead to her pushing given her instruction. Daryl felt her hands grip onto his forearms as he moved one of his hands off her knee a second to grab her hand letting her squeeze the hell out of it while he brought her leg back into position.

“Good. Good” Siddiq made sure everything was happening smoothly. “Only push on the contractions, Y/N. Or you’ll tear”

“I want to push now…” She sobs feeling Daryl rest his chin on her shoulder.

“Just wait love” Daryl squeezes her hand and her knee with the other one as she rests her head against his.

Push

Push.

Push!

It felt surreal, like how the hell did this even happen? How did they manage to create this perfect little human being that was currently crying up a storm on Y/N’s chest…Daryl couldn’t help the tears that breached from his eyes as he watches their little girl sob into her mother’s chest.

“We did it love…”

“You did it, sweetheart” Daryl kisses Y/N’s temple continuing to keep his full attention on their little one. “She’s perfect”

As the day progresses and the news of little Robin Elizabeth Dixon spread through their entire family, the day felt as if it slowed for just a moment. That moment being Daryl holding his little girl for the first time, letting his wife rest as he took care of her.

Daryl hasn’t stopped smiling since he first saw his daughter and how perfect she came out. He didn’t have to worry about losing either of them during the process, and she was a healthy little girl that calmed instantly in her father’s embrace.

“Are you happy, Daryl?” Y/N smiles tiredly watching the two from her spot seeing his smile grow.

“Yeah, yeah I am”

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

Further proof of Our King's anxiety and trauma: His body language. He has a habit of putting his hands behind his back. It's a self-soothing and self-preservation gesture. But then when he's more relaxed, he doesn't do that.

Case in point: Look when he meets Asha. At first you don't see his hands. They're behind his back. When he does bring a hand out briefly, it goes behind his back again. But when he warms up to her, his hands come out.

The same goes with when he's addressing his people about the magic. His hands are behind his back, and they stay there unless he brings one hand out to do something and then he puts it right back. He's uncomfortable, he's guarded and it shows.

Which is why his people should have known that something was VERY wrong when he came out on stage possessed. His body language was VERY different. He was stumbling around drunk, but his hands were both visible. His body language had drastically changed because he was essentially inebriated on dark magic. That should have been a BIG clue in that something was WRONG, not that the king was suddenly evil.

YES! THIS! 🤌🏼

I've been stressing from the beginning about this! While hands loosly clasped in the back can be a sign of confidence and relaxtion, Magnifico's way of hiding his arms is different most of the time.

Now, I have always been good at reading people but then I studied psychology for a while and trauma conditions, the mental impact it has and how it shows.

Magnifico oozed trauma the very first minute I saw him. And when he mentioned what happened, plus the burned wall-rug, I knew it was deep! All his behavior clicked for me.

That is also a big part why haters villanizing him gets me fuming mad. If I was to follow their logic, then Elsa is a villain for running away and leaving her kingdom to freeze die, or Maui, who stole Tefiti's heart and caused destruction, or abuela Alma, for treating Mirabel like trash, or Imelda for forbitting music in her family, Abuela Elena for smashing Miguels guitar!

The hypocrisy is off the charts!

And the worst thing is exactly what you mentioned last. The people of Rosas not being able to see that something was horribly wrong with their king. He was so clearly not himself and no one gave a toot. It's easy to explain though. The didn't know their own king and nor did they care. All they cared about was their wishes. Their needs. Their desires. Magnifico was just their source for favors and when that well ran dry, they dropped him like a stone. Talking about selfishness!

Magnifico was never evil. Did he make some wrong choices because of his trauma? Yes. But nothing he ever did made him a villain. The only villain there was, was the book! The book, or rather, the evil force/entitiy in in! And yes, we saw that demon-thing drawn on the page. Not to forget the green clawed hands! No, magic itself isn't a conscious living, thinking being, it's a supernatural ability used by a fessel. And as a christian I can tell you the only thing behind "dark magic" are demons.

You will see this whole topic deeper explained in the upcoming cooperation post "the Magnifico case". But here is a little thing from it.

This isn't Magnifico

This is!

This isn't him

This is!

The fact that people cannot differentiate between this and understand what a possession is ...

Anyway. Anothing very interesting thing I wanna draw attention to is what comes out of Magnifico's mouth once he is full on possessed. He says things that are 100% contradictory to everything he stood for and fought for.

See the reflection thing in the fountain? It's where the quote "I win!" Falls! Why is this so deeply unsettling? Because there is nothing he won! All Magnifico ever truly wanted was happiness and savety for others around him. Magnifico's trauma had caused him to be immensly fearful and paranoid when it came to the savety of others because what happened to him left scars in his soul as deep as a canyon and he wanted no one else to ever have to suffer like he did. He didn't want power, he didn't want fame! He only wanted what's best for others and in return get some love and respect for what he did. Which, yes, he deserved anyway!

Back to my two cents of my christian opinion. It's pretty clear that the evil side does nothing but steal, kill and destroy. It's all it ever wants. To hurt and wreck. That thing that has been trapped in that book must have waited eagerly for who knows how long to get a victim it can use to destroy and use to destroy. So when that thing had taken control over Magnifico's clear consciousness, it obviously said "I won!"

Even sadder is that we could see the exact moment, the entity leaves Magnifico and he is left with confusion and panic because all he sees are the wishes floating away into the nightsky.

Also, where did the green enter and leave? Into and from his heart!

This is the same fear only increased!

And NO! God NO! It is not "Ah, no, I don't wanna lose my power and control over the people because I'm a malicious beast and I wallow in their suffering and enjoy them not being able to make one of their wishes come true!"

No. Just. No. This is ignorant, this is stupid nonsense. This is seeing evil where there is none. This is villanizing trauma!

And then some people go "Oh God, what a monster! What a evil man! Poor kid! It deserves to swim! How dare he not let the kid swim!"

Compare this to a father, who previously had lost a brother or even his first child to a drowning accident. Now the next child is old enough to swim and is running towards the water. Everyone knows the kid will jump in, swim and have fun, but all the father can think of is the potential danger of his child drowning as well. Maybe it will get a cramp, or a shark will bite it, or it gets stung by a jellyfish, steps on a venomous sea urchin, gets a heart attack, gets pulled away by a current ...

You see where I'm going?

And then the father runs, sweaps the child in his arms and forbids it to go near the water and swim because it is too dangerous. He tells his child.

"You stay here with me, as long as I deem it saver! I'm your father, it is my responsibility to keep you as safe as I can! I only want the best for you!"

And of course the child is pouty.

"

"Well, if there is a shark, it can be stopped. I might just bite one leg off of the child ...oh well...The father clearly doesn't know what he's doing! And I must know, I don't even have children!"

"Everyone call the police! Let's put this father behind bars! He's so cruel and abusive to his poor child!"

"And good heavens! He snapped at the child for saying it is old enough to decide if it wants to swim or not! And he replied that he decides if the child swims or not! What a narcissistic psychopath! He needs to be stopped!"

Anyway, I'm very excited to soon share that big boy of a post with you, where I dive into each and every aspect as deep as ever with the help of Magnificolover from instagram. 🎶

How does that sound? And now imagine one of these judgemental, entiteled, selfrighteous, ignorant people calling the police. And the police arrests the man and no one at the beach does anything. No one thinks "wait a minute! This is wrong!"

I can already smell the haters cooking new arguments 😂 feeling snubbed at their toes cause we defenders are right! And you know what? We will only get louder! We are already the vast majority! Including children!

They're mad at us and our defense? Good! Maybe then it is time to ask themselves why it is that the majority is on Magnifico's side! Or why children starting by the age 5 (my cousins son for example) can clearly conclude that the only reason Mags went nuts is because of the evil book. Better yet, they see that Asha and the people of Rosas are in the wrong how they treat their king. And children are brutally honest.

Stay loud my fellow defenders! 🔥

[cheegu3]

Enhypen - the glory (part 6)

summary; after rejecting one of the most popular boys at your new school, you soon realised that you'd done the gravest mistake of your life; these weren't ordinary boys, and now they were set on making your life a living hell - heavily based on the kdrama with the same name

warnings; yandere themes, bullying, swearing, blood, fight, poor ass attempt at manipulation, mentions of wounds, mentions of non-con kissing,

genre; yandere

wc; 5k

pairing; enha x f.m reader

note; I think the definition of the word impulsive is me bc I added a damn plottwist last minute just to stress ppl out 💀 pls note that the boys aren't featured much in this, not my best chapter it's a bit of a messy filler chapter but I hope you can see my vision for the next ones ?? also y/n girly is doing a bit of a 180, good for her !!

masterlist

After a long night of hanging out, talking and just watching the movie, Soobin kindly dropped you off at your house as promised. With a head full of thoughts, it distracted you so much that you didn’t see where you were going; causing you to bump into a chest when you were near the entrance to the apartment building.

‘’ Sorry, ‘’ he grunted.

You were about to respond, but when your head snapped up as you were apologising profusely you swear your heart skipped a beat.

‘’ Jake? ‘’

He smiled and tried to go in for a hug. When he was pushed away hard on his chest and it caused him to stumble he scowled at you.

‘’ Why the fuck are you here? ‘’

‘’ Just…hung out with your dad. ‘’

The amused tone in his voice enraged you. In seconds your fists grabbed onto his collar and trying to intimidate him, tugged him towards you. 

‘’ Y/n? ‘’

Your burning eyes softened. Searching for the owner of yet another familiar voice, it soon landed on the entrance where you poor dad stood, looking confused and slightly embarrassed.

He gave you a stern look before marching over, pulling your hands away with great force and standing in between you and Jake so he could bow his head.

‘’ I’m so, so sorry. I- she’s not usually like this. ‘’

A crooked smile slowly crept on your bully’s face, only you could see the disingenuity behind it.

‘’ I know. We’re usually very close, we just had a small disagreement.‘’

‘’ Dad! He’s not my friend, he’s the one that has been bullying me. ‘’ you said exasperatedly, hoping to get through to your dad with those words.

‘’ This guy? ‘’ 

It was almost laughable how hard Jake was putting on a show, blinking his enlarged puppy eyes at your dad while his lips had an offended pout on it. What a shame he was so fucking good at it.

‘’ Yes, I know that he looks…’’ you grimaced, ‘’ Innocent and sweet but he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing, he- he has kissed me before, without my consent. ‘’

You ignored the way he lit up at your compliment and he seemed to really struggle to not show it while your dad was still watching him, the only sign was the corner of his lips tugging upwards for a split second.

With your dad’s back turned to you there was no way for you to tell if your dad believed your words. But you could sense that there must’ve been some hint of acceptance there because Jake panicked, hurrying to speak before you or your dad did.

‘’ Sir, I’ve been really worried about y/n recently. With her mother in the hospital, she’s been kind of off…’’ you mouth hung open at the scene unfolding in front of you, he really wasn’t giving up.

‘’ She has been confusing me with her actual bully, Soobin who transfered not that long ago, along with this girl. ‘’ he gestured towards your arms, feigning a distraught look. ‘’ They did that to her. They left her in pain and with those scars. ‘’

He pretended to choke up, sighing and looking away from the audience.

‘’ And it breaks my heart that she doesn’t recognize m- ‘’

A cry broke from your lips as Jake was cut off mid sentence. A fist had swung and hit him right in the nose, and when he raised his head you could see blood trickling from it.

‘’ Dad! ‘’ you gasped, both impressed and pleasantly surprised.

Like the crybaby he was, he took a few steps back and then crouched down, pressing his hands to his dripping nose while glaring at you two. Your smile faded when your eyes met, he was even angrier than the last time you swore that was the angriest he’d ever looked. His hands were shaking and he was breathing heavily. You swallowed thickly. What would this mean for your dad? Would he try to get revenge on him too now?

‘’ Let’s go, y/n. ‘’

Your dad dragged you away by the arm, continuing to do so despite your protests and attempts to get out of his grasp. Knowing Jake well enough by now, you knew that if you comforted him and apologized, maybe even hugged and kissed him - then, he maybe wouldn’t hit back. But your dad didn’t even let you try this time, leaving you with a horrible sense of dread at the pit of your stomach as you ascended the stairs.

‘’ You should get in before he comes back. ‘’

You followed your dad into the apartment. Your two distinct moods were pretty apparent to one another. He looked worried and at the same time determined, not an ounce of regret present on his face; you on the other hand, kept your head down, a different kind of worry gnawed on the inside causing you to sit on the couch with a somewhat dead look in your eyes.

You sitting there and staring straight ahead for a very long time made your dad come over, a growing concern having taken ahold of him.

‘’ Hey, y/n? ‘’

You almost had to tear your eyes away from the wall you’d been staring at.

‘’ I’m sorry about that. I hope I didn’t cause any more troubles for you at school, ‘’ he hesitated, ‘’ Did I? ‘’

Robotically your head shook no, although your true feelings were quite different. Knowing he couldn’t do anything to help you anyway, there was no need for him to know anything, right? He’d just worry even more, and he had too many things on his plate as it was already.

‘’ Okay, good good. ‘’ he mumbled, appearing to be stuck in his own head too.

In an attempt to lighten the mood and get you both to think of something else, your dad reached out for the TV-remote and put on a show that faded into the background for you.

‘’ I need to go do homework. ‘’

Your dad nodded but couldn’t help but look after you as you left, a look full with somberness. Well inside the room, you walked over to the wall with the post-it notes. It looked as empty as it had been last time you wrote anything on it.

Now you had more info. Walking over to the desk, you scribbled some words down and hung it up next to the others. Then you moved that one and added seven more notes, all with their names, figuring it would be better to separate the things you knew by person.

Under Jay you added the note that read - dad is the mayor of Seoul. Sunghoon, Sunoo and Jungwon were the only ones except for Jay that had a note, and that irritated you. Sunoo’s read - gave information in the past, someone we can use? While Sunghoon and Jungwon’s said - has my number.

A heavy sigh sounded in the room as you scanned over the other names. Heeseung, nothing yet. Jake, nothing, Ni-ki…Ni-ki? You hurried to the table. With a new note in your hand, you almost ran to the wall eagerly and added the information you got from Sunoo regarding his childhood, adding the same under Sunoo’s. 

The fact was that you knew more about those two than the others. While staring at Sunoo’s name you hoped to yourself that it’d be as easy to get more information out of him as the first time. Maybe giving some clues about the other guys so Soobin wouldn’t have to work as hard.

Once you realised you couldn’t really add anything to the wall for now, you finally sat down at the desk to catch up on all the schoolwork you had neglected the past week. The phone that laid nearby was a powerful distraction to the math you tried very hard to get immersed in. You kept glancing at it, hands clenching the pen in your hand in anxiety at the possibility of them texting you since they could unfortunately do that now.

Almost as if you’d manifested it, the phone pinged after about the tenth time you peeked at it. It was impossible to miss, in the darkened room it lit up and the display shone at you brightly. 

A quick breath was released before you dared to pick it up. Both disappointment and relief filled you instead as the notification was just from an app. The radio silence from the guys felt a bit unnerving. Had he even told them? What were they talking about? Were they angry, would they text- no, you had to stop letting your mind wander. There was no point in trying to somehow read their minds through telepathy, it would only serve to increase the worry.

You looked at the neglected homework and reluctantly pushed it away once again, opting instead for a good night’s rest.

*******

The next day was Sunday. Normally you’d go to weekend-school to do some extra work but after last night’s run in with Jake, you decided to do what Soobin had told you to do, stay at home. 

8:17 am

You: Soobin? I thought about what you said and I won’t come to the academy today. Do you think you’ll be okay on your own?

Cousin: I’m glad you trusted me :) 

Cousin: I will be okay. Maybe I could try to get closer to them today?

You: Yeah. I kinda expect them to since I’m not there. They might ask about me, especially since,

You: Well…

He didn’t reply right away so you exited the messages and instead went to email. During last night, Soobin suggested that you could hire a private investigator. He emailed a suggested official website where you could easily get all kinds of people willing to help with anything, and he even offered to pay for you.

Soobin had said that his dad used it in the past, when trying to find proof of infedelity in his marriage so he’d seen first-hand how it worked. They never asked too many questions or reported anything since they had their own interests. The one he chose was a corrupted cop, working on the side for extra pocket-money. In the end, he proved to be a good choice as he did find proof and the divorce was finalized. 

You scrolled down the long list of names, thumb stopping and hovering over one in particular - Choi Hyuntae, Kim Doyun, Park Chaewoo, Kang Siwoo, Lee Seoyun, Yang Yena…

With swift fingers you clicked to message the person. The probability of you choosing her was low, but curiosity lead you astray for a moment.

8:20 am

You: Yena? Why are you on this website? / from, y/n

A whole minute passed before you got a response.

Unknown number: Y/n? Wtf are you doing here?

You: Answer me first

Unknown number: I recently passed the exam. I’m a cop now.

You: And you’re already corrupt…

Unknown number: Just trying to survive like everyone else. Your turn to answer.

You: I was looking for someone to help me with the situation at school.

You hesitated before giving the truth. But it wouldn’t be the biggest deal if she told Jungwon, you hadn’t even done anything yet and if they confronted you, you could always make them think you had no power to do anything anyway. Your scars hadn’t itched in a few hours, maybe if they did you’d be reminded of the pain and shy away from just jumping into action.

Unknown number: You mean my brother and his friends?

You: Yeah.

Unknown number: I could help you with that. I hate him and have always wanted to take him down. I guess this is fate, huh?

You: Why do you hate him though? Except for his personality ofc.

Unknown number: I was always second best, in school, in looks, in talents and personality etc. Jungwon has dreams of becoming a singer, I guess they found his dream a lot better than mine too. Besides, they only wanted sons anyway.

You: Sorry to hear that. I guess I could give you a chance, but I don’t trust you yet so don’t expect too much.

Unknown: I won’t

You: If you have a car, we can meetup tonight at 9pm in that abandoned parking lot by the beach, the one a bunch of highschoolers used to drive to when they ditched school.

You: Do you know it?

Unknown: I think so. See you there!

It was a bit reckless to decide to meet up just like that, without even consulting with Soobin. Him being away left you feeling bored and restless. You wanted very badly to make moves as well, but you couldn’t go to the academy. Finally he did eventually answer, redirecting your attention elsewhere.

8:22 am

Cousin: Well what???

You: I did something stupid. Jake was in my apartment while I was at your house. I told dad that he bullied me and he punched him.

Cousin: WHAT? Y/n!

You: Sorry…Can you deal with the mess tho?

Cousin: I can try :/ 

Cousin: I’ll keep in touch during the day. Why the fuck was he there though?

While reading the texts from Soobin, your smile faded away. You realized you had never asked your dad about it. Surely there was a reason right?

‘’ Dad? ‘’

‘’ In the kitchen, honey! ‘’

You ran there. 

‘’ Did Jake say why he was here yesterday? ‘’

The typing on the computer stopped for a few seconds. A low hum came from his throat as he rubbed his beard.

‘’ He did…I think- yeah, he said it was because you got injured during P.E and missed out on the last lesson. So he wanted to give you the notes. ‘’

‘’ Did you not question it? I haven’t told you I have any friends. ‘’

‘’ You know your school is on the way to my office. I look through the gates sometimes. ‘’ he shrugged.

‘’ Did you see me? ‘’

‘’ Many times. After school, I saw you once with some guy but I could only see the back. ‘’

‘’ Soobin. ‘’ you mumbled to yourself.

‘’ I got the wrong guy? ‘’

You hummed. ‘’ Seems so. 

‘’ Can you blame me? I saw that same guy be surrounded by a bunch of guys before that, could’ve all been twins to an old man like me. ‘’

His voice slowly dimmed in the background of the new stream of thoughts inside your head. Wait, was he talking about Soobin? With a bunch of guys…

‘’ If you ask me, everyone looks the sa- ‘’

‘’ Dad! Do you think at least one of the guys could’ve been Jake? ‘’ you interrupted.

He was caught off guard by your rapid question and took a bit to recollect his thoughts.

‘’ Possibly. ‘’

Shit. Why was Soobin with them? You felt a bitter taste take place in your mouth. The phone in the backpocket of your jeans was fished up as you contemplated texting him and asking him head on. But that seed of mistrust you always had inside, stopped you from doing so.

It had gotten watered again after having been kept away the more Soobin got you to trust him. Now it was growing, like it had never stopped. Was he two-timing you? You squeezed your hands around your phone, to the point your arm started shaking.

‘’ Honey, are you alright? ‘’

You snapped back and gasped when you realized what you were doing. With an awkward laugh you nodded and smiled, hurrying next to leave quickly so you could lock yourself up in your room.

Had Jake been in your room? You tried to take your mind off of Soobin by ravaging through your stuff to see if there was any trace of him. Then, a deeply unsettling thought popped into your head. In seconds you were at the drawers, pulling them out and throwing things around.

Oh no, that fucking pervert! You counted your underwear over and over. No matter how many times you did so, it didn’t add up - something was missing. Boiling with rage you took out your phone and without thinking, you called Sunghoon.

He picked up on the fifth dial, sounding brash even from the get-go.

‘’ Hey, sweetheart. ‘’

‘’ Sunghoon! Put Jake on the phone, now! ‘’ you yelled.

He didn’t question it or joke around more, probably hearing the anger radiating in your voice. A small laugh slipped out before muffled sounds followed and Jake finally was put on the phone.

‘’ Jake? ‘’

‘’ Yeah? ‘’

‘’ What the fuck did you do in my room? ‘’

The line went quiet, but you heard a few snickers in the background. If he had put it on speaker for everyone to hear, it would solely serve to make you even angrier. You weren’t even sure where all this newfound confidence and boldness came from, or if you’d regret it soon enough. Now all that mattered was your anger, and only that.

‘’ I- uh…what do you mean? ‘’

‘’ Don’t you dare try to play dumb! ‘’ you screamed.

Jake chuckled. ‘’ I don’t have to tell you anything after what you did to me. ‘’

‘’ You deserved so much worse than that. ‘’

He hummed.

‘’ Maybe. But thank you babe, I’ll have fun tonight. ‘’

You screamed in frustration again which doubled when you heard they hung up. You couldn't even retaliate or cuss them out. Falling back onto the soft cushion on the bed, you stared up at the ceiling, almost struggling to breathe properly.

The phone pinged.

8:21 am

Cousin: I’m here. What do you want me to do?

Glaring at the screen, you couldn’t help but feel angry at Soobin even though it wasn’t his fault this time either. For some reason you kept imagining that he was probably looking at his phone while the guys over his shoulder all laughed, calling you all sorts of names and coming up with more plans on how to torture you further.

But another part of you came to the conclusion that you’d have to confront him and talk about it like an adult, because it could still be a misunderstanding; you didn’t want to give more life to the seed of doubt and falsely lash out on him again.

You huffed, but replied for now as if you were completely oblivious about what your dad had told you. Likely, you’d talk to him about it later. But it would be even better if he could get you proof that it was all a misunderstanding without you telling him. Your reasoning for this was that if it was one and you had confronted him, it would probably break his heart that you got suspicious of him again. Problem was, you had no idea how he could give you proof without you mentioning any of that. 

After some pondering, laying on the bed and letting the silence make brainstorming happen, you settled on the first somewhat decent idea you came up with, voice notes. It could potentially mean you could hear in the others’ voices if they were acting or not.

But god, you hoped with every fiber in you that Soobin was still someone you could trust and that he was in no way affiliated with your abusers.

8:24 am

You: Could you voice record the whole thing?

Cousin: Sure!

And now you just had to wait.

*******

The time you spent in the car wasn’t very pleasant. Most of the day was spent finally being able to get into the zone long enough to finish your schoolwork. Soobin had texted about five minutes before you left to go meet Yena, saying that he had the recording and that he wanted to listen to it together. 

You told him you were meeting Jungwon’s sister, which quite expectedly made him freak out a little. He was probably on his way now and you hoped he wouldn’t jeopardize the meetup.

A white honda pulled into the parking lot a few minutes past 9pm. It went round in circles near the entrance a few times. Then the driver seemed to spot your car as it slowly started making its way over.

When it reversed into the empty square next to you, you craned your neck to see the person behind the wheel. You breathed out in relief upon seeing it was Yena like you had thought. For some reason, you always felt like they were watching you and half expected one of them to pull up, either instead of Yena or behind her.

Now that you knew that wasn’t the case, you unlocked the car and gestured for her to get into the front seat of your car. Getting out in the parking lot didn’t seem as safe or discreet, especially in case they did follow her here.

She got in and immediately reeked of pure business. No unnecessary politeness or small talk, just straight into it, ‘’ What do you want me to do? ‘’

Your eyes widened. ‘’ Not even a hi or how are you? ‘’

She just stared at you blankly and you had to look away, getting an awful sense of déjà-vu under her unsettling and very familiar gaze.

‘’ I’m still a cop working full-time, ‘’ she paused, looking a bit more relaxed. ‘’ Sorry, I just always seem to have my hands full. ‘’

‘’ Tough cases lately? ‘’

Yena nodded, looking quite gloomy all of a sudden. But you didn’t press further, agreeing it was best for the both of you to get right into it. You dug in your backpack and taking out a bulky camera, you handed it to her. She started turning it and inspecting it until you had managed to lay out all the equipment on the dashboard.

‘’ It’s not the best. Just an old camera my dad has used in the past, only one I could find. ‘’

She put the camera to her eye and started twisting the lens, playing around with the abilities of it. ‘’ It works just fine. You don’t need anything too expensive. ‘’

‘’ Okay, that’s good to hear. ‘’

‘’ So what do you need me to do? Follow that little asshole and his friends around and take pictures of them? ‘’

‘’ Yeah, pretty much. ‘’

‘’ That’s…kinda creepy, I like it. Anything else? ‘’ a small grin spread on her ruby lips.

‘’ Anything that seems relevant. Like their families- ‘’ you paused and licked your lips, watching her reaction closely, but her expression remained unchanged. ‘’ Things I can use against them. ‘’

‘’ You’re getting revenge. ‘’

‘’ Yeah. ‘’

She laughed loudly.

‘’ And you have no choice but to trust me or? ‘’

‘’ I don’t know. I could’ve picked someone else on that website. I guess a familiar face feels more comfortable. ‘’

‘’ I’m his sister though. If I were you I wouldn’t trust people that easily, even though I am telling the truth. ‘’

‘’ I don’t, and that has been a problem in the past. I need to be a bit more open to people. Let’s say you did tell him, ‘’ you imagined yourself in that scenario, thinking about what you’d truthfully most likely do. 

‘’ What can he do? I mean I can run away, move schools or…something. It’s not like I’ve done much anyway. Or I can pretend I’m in love with them and super regretful about what I tried to do. ‘’

She looked amused and you could see why. The anger from Jake escalating things and getting into your personal space like that had made you be a lot more impulsive. You felt like you didn’t have much time. As if there was some kind of timebomb to something, but you didn’t know what.

All you knew was that it wasn’t completely crazy to think and feel the way you did. They had started closing the circle around you. Meeting outside of school, getting your number, visiting your mom in the hospital, and then going to your apartment to take your things. What would they do next?

There was a feeling that if you didn’t make a move now, however hasty and reckless, you’d never get the chance to even try. You weren’t sure if that was weird paranoia making you try to predict the future or a good intuition knowing what storm was heading towards you.

‘’ They’re probably worse than you think, sweetheart. But okay, I’ll try my best and hopefully the hard work I put in and all the material I will give you, will make you trust me. ‘’

‘’ I don’t have to trust you. I have nothing to lose. ‘’

Yena raised her eyebrows.

‘’ Yes you do. ‘’

You bit your lips guilitly, knowing she was right. But the one who has nothing to lose, is the one who is more likely to win. Fake it till you make it.

‘’ When can you get me the first pictures? ‘’ you attempted to change the subject.

‘’ On Wednesday. Try not to die before then, I heard Jungwon talking about you with them today. ‘’

‘’ What? What did they say? ‘’

‘’ They all came over after the academy. I didn’t hear much except for your name and Jake, those were said a lot. ‘’ she shrugged. 

You hummed. ‘’ Okay, I’ll try not to. See you then, same time and same place? ‘’

‘’ Sure thing. ‘’

She left and you got your phone out to call Soobin. You had noticed a car parking a few spaces away from you, only too far away for the driver to be visible. Just as the phone was picked up, you could see movement in that other car.

‘’ Hello? ‘’

‘’ Are you here? ‘’

‘’ How did you know? ‘’ he gasped dramatically.

‘’ You weren’t very discreet,  ‘’ you sighed, but a small smile tugged at your lips.

‘’ Sit in my car so we can talk. ‘’

‘’ It’s kinda cooler like this though, on the phone. It’s like we’re secret agents. ‘’

‘’ Soobin! ‘’

‘’ Sorry, sorry! I’m coming. ‘’

You shook your head at the sight of him getting out of the car you thought he was in. He looked very funny while running over, hunched over and trying to look in all directions when running which caused him to almost stumble several times.

‘’ Hey. ‘’ 

‘’ Hi. Hurry. ‘’

You locked the door when he was in. The immediate silence after the car door closing made it echo felt a bit awkward, but he looked as happy as ever to see you. That’s when you remembered what your dad had said that same morning.

Soobin noticed the way a scowl slowly crept up on the friendly face you first wore when he got in. He felt a bit self-conscious, thinking that he did something wrong.

‘’ Are you…okay? ‘’

‘’ My dad told me something very interesting about you today. ‘’

He gulped, almost feeling like he wanted to press himself against the door so he could get away from your angry self.

‘’ He said that he saw you with my bullies. ‘’

Soobin went quiet.

‘’ Soobin? ‘’

His face grew pale as he struggled to speak. ‘’ I-I, no! It’s not what you think, y/n! ‘’

‘’ Then tell me. ‘’

He tried reaching out for your hands, expecting you to withdraw them and was surprised when you didn’t. You let him hold you if it helped alleviate some of his sudden anxiety so he could tell you the truth.

‘’ I…went to go talk to them to tell them to leave you alone. ‘’

‘’ What? ‘’

He looked very ashamed.

‘’ It was after the first day, when you showed me your scars. We barley knew each other then, but I- I shouldn’t have, I know. ‘’

You almost felt too stunned to speak. All the questions you wanted to ask didn’t want to come out smoothly and you weren’t even sure what to feel. Were you still angry or suspicious of him or - did you feel a bit grateful?

‘’ I did it quickly while waiting for you after school. Remember, you went to the bathroom? They walked right past me and I couldn’t stop myself. I guess they didn’t want you to hear, so I was practically dragged or pushed out to the front of the school. ‘’

‘’ What did they say? ‘’ you asked after he answered your first question.

‘’ Threatened me. Said they knew who my dad was and that Jay could get my dad fired. ‘’

‘’ Why didn’t you tell me this? ‘’ 

Your groan of frustration was so loud it made Soobin jump. He looked at you, his doe eyes begging for mercy almost as if you were a hunter and was about to take his life. Maybe there was some truth to that, you had the small urge to shake some sense into him and also quite literally choke him in anger.

The plan had quite literally fallen into pieces, the plan that was just made. Now you had to come up with a new one quickly.

‘’ They knew we’ve been friends since the fucking beginning, you sat there with me to come up with a plan and immediately agreed to what I said! ‘’

‘’ I thought I could somehow pull it off and still be useful even if they knew. I would just…find a way, ‘’ he trailed off.

His head had started to hang in shame now, too embarrassed and guilty to look at you. Without doing so, it was still pretty obvious how you were feeling on the inside. He’d likely feel the same if he were you which meant he was well aware that this wasn’t a good look for him at all.

‘’ If you don’t want to be friends anymore, I get it okay- I just, I want to help you. I can promise you that. ‘’

You scoffed.

‘’ It would’ve been a lot better if you were just honest from the beginning. I wouldn’t have cared about your mistake. ‘’ not even giving him a chance to respond, you continued, ‘’ But I guess I have no choice now. For all I know I have two backstabbers by my side, so who cares? ‘’

Soobin sensed the bitterness in your words. He hoped that despite whatever was going on would be solved soon and hoped even more that you hadn’t given up. It was stupid not to tell you, he admitted that. For some reason he was confident it would never get brought up; at the same time, he was happy it did right now and not later when the bullies could’ve used that lie to turn you against him.

‘’ I hope I can earn your trust back. ‘’

You didn’t say anything. His explanation made sense, no matter how angry you were, especially when Yeonjun’s words echoed inside your head. It seemed to be perfectly in character for him. So just before he stepped out of the car, looking very sad, you smiled at him.

His eyes grew twice in size, but he didn’t get to say anything because you gestured for him to get out, not that he’d have the right words anyway. He stood there dumbfounded, staring after your car even as you left.

‘’ What’s wrong? ‘’

His eyes hadn’t widened due to your smile, but something standing in the shadows.

‘’ Y/n…’’ 

‘’ What’s wrong? ‘’

Terror flashed across his face, and he choked out breathlessly,

‘’ He’s watching me. ‘’

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[lovemyromance]

If people are reading Feysand & Nessian interactions and thinking they parallel Elucien ... idk what to tell them.

Feyre hated Rhys - but she did not balk from him. She did not avoid him. She did not shrink into herself around him.

Nesta bickered endlessly with Cassian - but she was not losing her boldness around him. She was not leaving rooms when he entered, refusing to even speak to him.

I am all for an enemies to lovers story. We've seen it twice already with Feysand and Nessian, in a sense. But what makes it enemies to lovers? It's not as simple as "they hate each other and then they somehow fall in love". Enemies to lovers always starts out with initial attraction.

Feyre through Rhys was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. Nesta nearly gave into Cassian when he visited their manor while she was still human. Despite how they felt about their love interest, they could not deny they were attracted to them.

And I don't just mean like, physical attraction. I mean there was that intensity, that honed in focus on only them. It felt significant, like two magnets that initially repel each other but once flipped, are impossible to pry apart.

Elucien does not have that.

Elain actively avoids Lucien. She does not initiate conversation with him, even when Feyre tries to force them into the same room. She does not use his gifts. She shrinks into herself.

Yes, SJM has written countless enemies to lovers couples. Like... all of them lowkey are enemies to lovers lol. But if you really look at those couples vs Elucien, can you say they are the same?

No. They are not. The female in all the relationships she has written has never balked from her male love interest. They have not avoided the other male. They don't lose their personalities around their men. They don't shut down and leave the room.

"Oh Elain is just shy" - No, she is not. She is quiet, sure, polite, yes, but she is not shy. She interacts with the IC just fine. She has friends in Velaris. She tends to the gardens of other fae in the NC. She is not some shy thing that is so afraid of the fae world that she hides from her mate 🙄

You know who she doesn't balk from, though? Azriel. She calls his scarred hands beautiful, she can understand him without a single word.

What about that tells you she's some frail little terrified thing? Is it really so hard for people to believe she does not want Lucien?

It's not enemies to lovers slow burn between Elucien. They are not enemies. They are not even friends-barely acquaintances. There has been no space for any feeling to grow between them. They do not hate each other.

But they also have no obstacles in their path. Elain is not afraid of fae anymore and she's over Graysen, so what are the other obstacles? There's quite literally nothing standing in their way to get together but they haven't. Why not?

I stand by my opinion that if Elucien ever stood a chance, SJM would have written it any other way. She wouldn't have brought in Azriel, she wouldn't have stated endless times how Elucien avoid each other (not just Elain avoiding Lucien). If she wanted to, she would've written Lucien in place of Azriel saving her at Hybern. She would've written Elain getting Lucien presents at Solstice. Elain & Lucien sharing an intimate moment under the cover of the night.

But she didn't write that! So if all this couple has is indifference and a stale mating bond - why are people insisting Elucien is about to be some kind of grand love story? Make it make sense.

Enemies to lovers needs intensity, drama, and tension. Elucien does not have that. Elain avoiding Lucien is not to cause drama and tension - it's because she is uncomfortable. Stated multiple times in the text.

Feyre was never uncomfortable around Rhys. Nesta was never uncomfortable around Cassian.

That's the difference.

[broz0neglitters]

How about Floyd X Fem!Reader in which Floyd and Reader are FWBs? No romance, just fluff, friends to friends-with-benefits, and smut.

Floyd and Reader were hurt by their past loves. They're lonely too, which is why they turn to each other to fill the void.

Floyd is only romantically attracted to men, but he's sexually attracted to both men and women.

Reader is a virgin before she has sex with Floyd. Floyd, having slept around in the past, is very good in bed.

They've had many a night of passion.

Floyd would offer to fill reader with his cum, and she would accept every time.

Floyd and Reader both want to have kids, but neither knows the other has that same desire until they find out Reader is pregnant.

Floyd and Reader have sex to celebrate.

Hi, Thanks for your requests <3 so sorry that it taken me this long to get to you and write back as i've mention I have been busy with school and life but honestly I would like to say that I don’t really like or support the idea of friends with benefits because it just takes away the true meaning of love but I'll definitely give you a floyd and fem reader FWB again I hope you'll be okay if I change it up a bit but I Totally love your idea so I will try to fit it in as I can so again Hope you enjoy....

Yes, And? ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Floyd x fem reader FWB

Warning: Semi-Smut, Floyd would offer to fill reader with his cum, Reader is a virgin

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-You and floyd both shared the same thing in common which was that you both have been hurt by both of your past lover and it hurts you both deeply even through this day

-You both comfort each-other and you would would shared stories of how much of an asshole your past lovers were

-You both would soon hangout do normal friends stuff to fill the void that both of your past lover left on you

-Did I mention that you both found eachother/started talking to eachother right after your break up so basically you and floyd past lover both broke up with you at the same exact time that was the reason why floyd and you found eachother and decided to fill the gap

-In case you haven't noticed Floyd is attracted to mens and woman which making him bisexual you didn't seem to cared or mind at all

-It beens months since you both been hanging out alot of trolls thought you two were dating but you both insisted them that you two were just friends but it was something much more in both of yours and floyd eyes

-Floyd gives you many hugs cause from time to time you would have a break down because your past lover left a huge scar that you couldn't heal from but floyd help heal it slowly

-Many trolls would asked you if floyd was your boyfriend and you would say no that you're just friends but to the other trolls they have seen the way you two act like holding hands and sometimes even kisses on the cheek

"so you two are just friends with benfits because both of your past lover hurted you and so you both turn to eachother just to be friends with benefits don't you want real love?" A troll once told you which was your friend

so you relied with "yes, and? say that shit with your chest." you said getting up and walking away

-so what if you and floyd only wanted to be friends with benefits it dosen't hurt right not atleast to you floyd has been the best friend to you lately he gave you everything that your ex didn't he wasn't controlling unlike your ex

-he even let you get back stages passed to brozone shows and all his solo shows as well and he would also take you out to places to eat which your ex would never allowed you to eat

-Floyd never told his brother that you and him were just friends with benefits and he's dosen’t know how to break it up to them but he eventually did

"uh so you know me and Y/N aren't actually dating we're just friends with benefits that's all." floyd said but his brother reaction was priceless

"are you using her just for sex!" bruce snap

"Are you insane little bro you can't just be friends with benefits with her just because you both were hurt by your past lover it’s ethier you date her or just be friends but friends with benefit this is too extreme." John dory said shaking his head in disbelief

"Floyd, It is really worth it to have a friends w benefit relationship with Y/N?" Branch asked

"Yeah, floyd is this what you both really want?" Clay asked

His brothers seems very disappointed but they have never been in his shoes before so they don't know what it feels like to be in floyd position but floyd got angry and snap at them saying

"Yes, and?" Say that shit with your chest, and Be your own fuckin' best friend!" Floyd snap slamming the door and heading out

-As he came home you saw how angry he was you clam him down you would ofter to buy his favorite ice cream or cook his favorite food just cheer him up

-Floyd is a open guy so he would tell you everything while you make his favorite food

"I'm so done with caring, with what my brothers think I won't hide." floyd said "like why do they care so much about us being friends with benefits." he also added in "also thanks for listings and cheering me up you really understand me." He said "of course, I know you'll do the same for me." you said smiling at him

-As you both look at eachother deeply in the eyes as he would kiss you as you pulled away from the kiss "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" floyd said "No is okay I forgot how good it feels to kiss someone especially you." You said you can feel your heartbeat racing

-Floyd lift you up and carries you to his bed room as he lay you down on his bed slowly as he was on top of you Floyd and you both looked at each-other in the eyes deeply "Thanks, for everything that you have done for me this past fews year I couldn’t thank you enough I wish I Meet you sonner." You said "Me too darling." he said

-Overtime you guys would have nicknames for eachother which was very cute friend w benefits can have nicknames for eachother so you and floyd would give each other nicknames

-Since is nothing romantic between you two so he wouldn't take you out to a fancy restaurant or anything but just a nice casual dinner/lunch as a hangout spot for you both

-He'll sometimes give you flowers as a show of apperception for being his friend again is nothing romantic

-You both will sometimes do gift exchange as a token of your friendship but as you both know friends with benefits

-He'll let you sit on his lap he'll even stroke your hair from time to time

-You both don't regret becoming friends to friends with benefits but it just the tips of the iceberg it becomes something a little more....

-So here you are again in his room while he's on top of you while you both were looking at eachother eye to eye without blinking and breaking contact with eachother as he lean in for another kiss you didn't push back it was a makeout sessions

-As you let go "I must confess to you that i'm still a virgin I never had sex before." You said shly as floyd smile at you "that's okay, I'll be your first time you won't regret it my love." he said taking his pants off to reveal his cock it wasn't big but you didn't mind the size of his cock

-Holy shit the fact he called you my love sends you to heavens is like you never been to heavens before you thought to yourself "what have I gotten myself into am I Really gonna fuck my friend I mean we just became friends with benfits right it dosen't hurt right?" your thoughts are racing through your mind

-As you both shared many nights of passion you realize how fucking good he was in bed you thought to yourself he'd probably fuck othe people way before you so that’s why he was soo good in bed and you couldn't stop the feeling how his cock was up inside your walls

-You two would cock-warm from time to time plus floyd would even finger you he isn't a rough fucker he's very gentle with you cause he knows you're still a virgin so you're basically his little virgin mary...

-From time to time floyd would offer his cum to you and you happily accept it from him cumming inside your mouth which he would do as an offering and you accpet it everytime his cum is your sweet desire

-Floyd isn't a rough fucker but he could be if you just beg for him and he likes it when you moan out his names and beg him to go deeper he'll cum inside of you....

Moving forward.....

-You both been friends w benefit for years now and again floyd brothers and your friends still don’t fully supported your idea of friends w benefit things anyways you both were once again cock-warming and you always wanted a baby with him but you knew that he wasn't up for that plus you knew you both were just friends w benefit you were worried if your future kids would think of their mother and father only being just friends how will that turn out?

-Floyd also wants to have a baby with you but he's worried that you would say no because he knows that you both were just friends w befits

-sooner later you took a pregnancy test and turns out you were pregnant "holy shit floyd is gonna kill me." you said to yourself you were scared that you and floyd will lose the many night of passion that you both scared and the spark that you both have with eachother but you have to face it

-As you walked up to floyd as you handed him the pregnancy test which was a postive as you were in tears as he let out a gasp as he hugged you "I'm so excited!" he said hugging you

-you were confused but turns out he also wanted a baby aswell and that you were pregnant with his child so you both were very happy you both didn’t know you both had the same desire that you both wanted a baby

-Floyd wanted to celebrate by having sex and you agree but you told him "can we get something to eat pregnancy hormones kicking in." you said "sure my love." he said grabbing your hands and taking you out to eat

-Once you both got back you both celebrated by having sex he's extra careful when having sex with you.....

--------------- Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it like i've said I have changed some of the prompts around but I still stuck with what you wanted me to write and sorry if it wasn't fully what you ask for again I'm not big on FWB but I genuinely try my best and I still hope you like it <3 also sorry if there was a lack of fluff and smut in this because I know fwb isn't about being romantic w each other and stuff... ---------------------- Like + Follow are very much appreciated! <3 P.S I finally finish this today

[babygirl-riley]

Bar Nights*

You go to your local club with some friends. When you get there it’s starts to get more packed, dancing on the floor you noticed some hooded man staring right at you. Intrigued you walk your way towards him.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, alcohol, past relationship, rough sex, semi public sex, Oral Sex, V!fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, non established relationship

A/N: I am going to here on out attached music that I think that first match with the fic or where I got ideas from 👀 Sooo enjoy lovers! Also take the recent poll about a series for this fic! It will only last a week! 08/26-09/02 To be continued?

simon x reader guide

simon x reader smut list

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Your friends begged you to go out after 2 years of being broken up with your ex. You had not left your loft for a while, not wanting any sort of contact with males. Online dating was shit, in reality dating was shit. In your mind set they were pig, lowlife, assholes. That’s when your friends wanted to change your mind, start going to clubs, do one night stands. Get the stress fucked out of you. (literally)

You watched as your friends backed their asses on some men that would fall into their hands. They were like sirens but without singing it was more dancing. You wished you could do that attract men by moving your hips, flirting, all that. Instead you stand next to the bar drinking your emotions away.

You stood there songs by songs until you felt someone staring. You looked around to find the set of eyes on you. He was tall, huge, like you swore that his hands were the size of your head. (dramatically saying) He was wearing long sleeves, jeans, boots, but what caught your eye was the mask. The mask was a ski mask with a skull pattern on the bottom of the mask.

It drew you, the mask, aurora, everything. How he was staring at you gave you the chills. You walked towards him, his head following your movements. When you reached him, he gave you eye contact. You both stared for a moment before you lifted your hand. “Y/N.”

The man looked down at your hand before looking back up, firmly grabbing your hand. “Do you do this to everyone you meet at a club?”

It shocked you from how your body reacted to his voice. His deep voice was like honey to your ears, on top of that he was British. Chills ran down your body to your core. You smirked and shook your head. “I don’t know how else to approach people.”

He scoffed and lifted his mask up to his nose, you took note the scar on his chin, the stubble growing, his lips looking soft. He licked his lips before taking a sip of his drink. The music pounded louder as the songs started to pick up. You looked back out to see one of your friends staring, unsure. You shook your head no as they continued to dance.

“What is a guy like you here in a club anyway?” You asked looking back at him.

He side eye you taking another sip. “Here with friends.” You looked around to see anymore of masked men. You heard him sigh and leaned in, you felt his body press against your shoulder. “They’re right there.” He whispered pointing at two men dancing with random people.

You turned your head back to him looking at his lips then his eyes. He noticed doing the same action. “Why is a girl like you in a place like this?” He said calmly, slowly.

You both stared for a while. “I was made to come.” You pointed at the women dancing with another set of men.

His eyes shifted over and nodded. “Hm…I see,” He looked back down at you and sighed. “Do you smoke?”

You sighed with relief. “Yes.”

He nodded once before going to his drink and shot his drink back before leaving the bar. You followed up doing the same movement, leaving a bill underneath. He was a mountain for sure but how he moved in the crowd was so swift. You wondered how he did it, maybe cause he looked like he would mug you.

Why were you following him? He could kill you? Take you somewhere where no one can find you. Plant you like… “Gonna take it angel?” You snapped out of your head and noticed you were outside next to his car.

How long have you been standing here?You gently grabbed it and placed it between your index and middle. You cupped around it so the wind didn’t catch the lighter he lit. Once it gave the shining red, he lit his.

You both sat there for a moment in silence, taking the hits from cigarette. You looked over to him dragging a long one, noticing he also was wearing gloves. “You know it’s the summer?” You mentioned smirking before tapping off the ashes of the cigarette.

He chuckled at that and rolled his eyes. “I like feelin extra warm sweetheart.”

This time you chuckled and rolled your eyes. “Uh huh.”

Small conversations was formed talked about almost everything, getting more cigarettes, then the conversation lex to why you were truly here. “So yeah that’s why I am here. My friends think I need a good fuck to get over that bastard.”

He was quiet before he threw the bud on the ground. “Well,” He moved to cage you against the car. “Sounds like that bastard didn’t know how to treat a woman right.”

You chuckled getting red from how close he became. “Yeah.”

The stranger leaned down to whisper to your ear. “If you want we can get that good fuck right here.”

You smirked from the sudden change of pace between the two of you. Rubbing your thighs. You been wanting it all night, you really needed to get fucked, all the pent up emotions. You nodded. “Please.” You whispered looking up at him.

His eyes stared right into yours. “We have options…”

“In your truck.” You said quickly, as he pulled the handle to lift your in.

You scooted back so he could come in shutting it behind him. He came close to you as he licked his lips. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to kiss him hard. Desperate. Needy. He inhaled before biting your lower lip making you gasp as his tongue invaded your mouth.

He pulled you down a bit so your legs were between his knee. He kissed your neck and sucked your collarbone, biting like he couldn’t control it. The whimper that left your mouth was so needy, wanting. You curled your leg around his waist before grinding up to his pelvis. He inhaled sharply, as you knew the bulge in his pants meant he was hard.

He rubbed his hands up your body to cup one of your breast, kneading into them while coming back up to kiss you hard. He leaned into his hands, as he played with your nipples. “Time to take this off yeah?” He whispered kissing your cheek to come to your ear nipping at it.

Your mind was fuzzy already, for being out of touch of sex for a while you would have assumed that one small touch would make your head spin. You shouldn’t do this you kept thinking, you were independent, didn’t need a man to make you feel this way. But from how he was touching you, talking to you, hell even the noises he made, made all those fucking thoughts disappear.

You pulled your dress up to reveal your lacy black panties and no bra. He sat back on his heels and admired before leaning to suck on one of your nipples while he played with the other. You moaned arching up into him, grabbing his mask. You felt him smirk on you before his other hand went down to your clothed clit, rubbing tight circles. You gasped at the sudden sensation hitting your nerves.

“Fucking hell,” He whispered his voice even deeper than before. “You’re soaking.”

You gasped as he moved your panties to the side to insert one of his gloved fingers. You babbled incoherent words as he started to pump his finger, he leaned down to your clit and started to suck and lick it. You could feel yourself jolt from the sudden sensation that was in your stomach. He hummed into you as you gasped and grabbed the back of his mask.

His hand pressed you down holding you as you moved your hips with his mouth. “I’m gonna put another finger in you, can you take that?” He whispered kissing your pussy’s lips.

You nodded giving him a uh huh noise before he bit your inner thigh. “I need words sweetheart.”

You inhaled whining at the sudden loss of motion. “Yes please.” You basically exhaled it all out before feeling him insert another finger and doing a come here motion. “Fuck.” You whispered once more when you felt his tongue flatten on your clit.

You started panting as he sped up. You felt the coil start to tighten, as you grabbed onto the back of his masks. His hand held you down as you arched you back. You mumbled incoherent words, once you started to relax he licked one last time up closely, making you groan.

“Bloody hell,” He sat up licking his lips and undoing his belt. “Making a mess all over my seats.”

You looked to see your wetness dripping on his seats. “Gotta leave my mark somehow.”

He hummed nodding his head, you watched as he unzipped his pants and took both of his boxers and pants down. His dick sprung out and you felt your stomach twist. You didn’t expect him to be that big, you looked back up at him. His eyes piercing into yours. “I know love,” He leaned down to capture a kiss, you could taste yourself. You moaned into him. “You can take it yeah?”

You nodded once as you pushed him back down, he resisted for one moment before letting you press against him. “Let me return the favor love.” You whispered to his lip licking his lips before going down.

He groaned for a moment as you grabbed his cock. You gave it a couple of pumps before licking from the base and following the vein to his tip. “Mmm don’t be a tease.” His voice grumbling from his chest.

You sucked on his tip making your cheeks hallow. He entangled his fingers into your hair as you bobbed up and down. You basically swallowed his cock hitting the back of your throat. You started to slurp feeling his cum and your saliva making a ring around his cock and your lips.

“Fuck princes like that,” He whispered his voice breaking. “Don’t st—stop.”

You started to go faster feeling his cock twitching every now and then. The sounds that came from your mouth would only had to be heard from a porno. His body started to twitch and he started to pant harder and louder. “I’m gonna—Christ.”

He couldn’t finished while you pushed his cock to the back of your throat. You felt his rope of cum going down your throat. You moaned loudly as he finished, he sighed still having his cock in your mouth. His breathing started to slow down as you slowly let his cock out of your mouth. He hissed as you made a pop from your mouth.

He sighed leaning more against the door. You smiled at him while you licked your lips and wiped the side of your lips. He sat up and dragged his thumb from the top of your lip to the bottom. “How long you gonna be here Britain?” You said with a flirty tone.

He chuckled before fixing himself. “Long enough for more rounds yeah?”

[buccini555]

— 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥!

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ How would they react if you told them their scars were beautiful?

♡‧₊˚ H e a d c a n o n s !

⋆⸜ 𝑭𝒕. Kakucho Hitto, Inui Seishu and Sanzu Haruchiyo⸝⋆

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨 ₍^.ꞈ.^₎⟆

Kakucho was already used to his scar, it wasn't something that bothered him so much, despite that, sometimes he was ashamed of the scar and even accepting that he couldn't hide it, he just preferred to accept its presence, trying not to look at himself in the front of the mirror and recall memories he'd rather forget.

It is undeniable that Kakucho is extremely handsome and attractive, his face is perfect, like everything else in him, despite knowing that he probably had some insecurity caused by his scar, you could not contain yourself and did not stop praising him, at will of make him aware of how beautiful he is in your eyes.

"I like your scar, Kaku!" You said it, no one had ever praised him like that before, for that reason, he was somewhat embarrassed and speechless.

"Do you really think?" He was disbelieved and happy at the same time, deep down Kakucho couldn't bring himself to believe that anyone would find him handsome.

"Yes! She makes you even more charming, I can imagine how you feel, but you shouldn't be bothered by it, you're beautiful anyway, believe me!" You reaffirmed your statement, making him give a small sweet smile and embarrassed at the same time, his cheeks immediately blushed, as he had been cheered up by the compliment that made him see that mark differently.

"Th-thanks for the compliment! You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen, inside and out." Giving you a hug and a small kiss, he answered your compliment and with such beautiful eyes that Kakucho has, he looked at you with a grateful look, still a little shy for not knowing how to deal with compliments, he continued to be a sweetheart, also learning to deal better with the mark on his beautiful face, which certainly made him even more beautiful in your eyes, nothing would spoil how perfect he is.

𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮 ₍^.ꞈ.^₎⟆

Inui tried to hide his mark at times with makeup, but it was noticeable anyway, for that reason, he just gave up hiding it, that scar reminded him of that accident, despite that, Inupi just had to get used to the mark presence in his face and avoided talking about it.

You definitely thought he was so pretty, in fact, much more than just beautiful, no matter the scar present on his beautiful delicate face, Inui's beauty was never scared you, so you wanted him to know.

"Your scar only makes you more beautiful, you have the most beautiful and delicate face I have ever seen!" Lightly caressing his face, you said it, as soon as he heard your words, he looked at you, giving you a gentle smile, happy to hear such a compliment from you.

"Oh, my scar? Do you really think so?" He replied still apathetic, not knowing whether or not to believe what he was saying, moreover, that subject was extremely delicate, since that scar had a great story behind it, and certainly it is not easy to deal with the care that a burn scar requires.

"Not only do I think so, I know for sure! I know that maybe you don't feel so good about it, but just know that I love you exactly the way you are!" Again, affirming your speech, you repeated the same sweet words directed at the most beautiful boy you've ever seen.

"Thank you! you are such a very beautiful and kind person! I would never have known that you think I'm so beautiful if you hadn't told me." Inui hugged you, despite being a little sensitive for you bringing up the subject, he was happy, sincerely happy to hear that, moreover, your speech was crucial to help him change the way he saw himself, doing the same if feeling beautiful for the first time in a long time, learning to deal better with his appearance and the consequences of that accident.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 ₍^.ꞈ.^₎⟆

Despite being used to the presence of those marks on his lips since he was just a child, Haruchiyo still did his best to make them go unnoticed, wearing a mask or just avoiding going out in public frequently, he also avoids talking about the subject, since he is ashamed of those scars, in addition to that, this bring him bad memories, even not hating who caused them and having forgiven him, Sanzu knew that he would have to live with that pain alone for the rest of his life.

Even though you almost never see him without a mask, you're one of the few people Sanzu is comfortable with having his mouth uncovered when he's around, you always wanted to let Haruchiyo know how beautiful you thought he was, even with his lips being healed, despite this, you feared to talk about it for fear of hurting him unintentionally.

After a kiss, Sanzu apologized for those scars "get in the way" and upon hearing his apology, you wanted to let him know how handsome you thought he was despite his insecurities.

"Don't apologize, Haru! Your scars don't do not disturb! Besides, your lips are beautiful." You said, placing your hands over them, the fact that Sanzu had a beautiful and desirable mouth was undeniable, his lips were perfect. "You are so beautiful! Your scars are part of how beautiful you are to me, this are just like a charm, I know how much you suffer from them, but this would never make me think you are less perfect than I think you are!" Again, you spoke, Sanzu just watched you in silence, averting his gaze still touched by your unexpected speech.

"You... You're amazing, thanks for this." Haruchiyo replied in a few words, despite not knowing how to react to compliments, he was happy, looking at you with the sweetest look possible, from that moment on, he lost the shame he had previously and began to accept himself better, no one ever had the said something so loving, even more so someone as important to him as you, finally, he hugged you and then he kissed you again, this time, even more passionately than the earlier interrupted kiss.