#but I am fighting for my life trying to even read over the slides before this midterm and again. I have not started the project

[victory-cookies]

two more days. Two more fucking days

[vonlycsnn]

Hello, author! Can I request Wise/ Licaon with reader-Vidyadhara (from honkai start real)? Reader shows love in an unusual way. Their dragon tail wags happily when Wise /Lycaon is around. Reader protects them even if reader are weaker. They give out ancient jewels and can also purr softly. Dragons are hard to trust, but the reader lets them touch their tail. The reader's actions scream "I LOVE YOU. I AM DEVOTED TO YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE."

If you don't like the idea, then feel free to skip it. Anyway, I wish you all the best~

❈ — A DRAGON'S WAY OF AFFECTION

~ WISE AND VON LYCAON WITH (GN) VIDYADHARA! READER.

SUMMARY: AU - You're a Vidyadhara from the Xianzhou Loufu, travelling across the galaxy and visiting numerous planets just for the fun of it. One planet in particular is your absolute favorite to visit: Eridu-47. | You narrowly escape Thanatos with Wise (in Eous' body). Lycaon is surprised to see you at midnight.

cw/tw: mentions of (minor) injuries on Wise's part, other than that it's all fluff.

A/N: Crossover prompt! How exciting!! We need more playable Vidyadhara characters on hsr...they're such an interesting species. :0 Very sorry for taking so long with your request, and very sorry for not putting some of the actions you've said. :') Thank you for your request and for the kind words! Hope you enjoy reading this.

Breathing. All you could hear was your intense breathing.

You didn't know how long you were running for, but that didn't matter. What matters is getting out of this hollow ASAP. The only problem being that you were being chased by a highly dangerous ethereal.

 

You recall the moment Wise warned you about the beast. A very fast ethereal capable of slashing its prey in seconds—putting your guard down even for a single second could lead to your demise.

 

The two of you were terrified, but compared to the small bangboo tightly locked in your arms, deep down—you were the most terrified.

Never have you dealt with this kind of situation before. Sure, Yaoshi's abominations are tough to deal with, but they were more annoying than anything.

 

This? This was out of your league. You've only fought Ethereals once or twice since you've been here, so you basically had little experience on how to fight them.

 

But as you were overthinking about the situation, you heard Wise talking from Eous' little body.

 

"There it is! It's the exit!" It's a small hand/arm pointed forward. 

 

You looked towards the direction it was pointing at; sure enough, the exit of the hollow was in front of you.

You picked up the pace, hoping that Thanatos would give up chasing you. Out of pure instinct, you threw the poor bangboo towards the exit before you could make it there yourself. Unbeknownst to you, Thanatos had created a scar on the back of your neck the second you got out of the hollow.

 

You trip and fall to the ground beneath you; your body slides against the pavement, creating some minor scratches on your body. But it was nothing you couldn't handle.

You tightly closed your eyes, now feeling the scar that the Ethereal created on the back of your neck.

 

You heard someone rushing towards you; soon after, you felt as if two people were looming over you.

 

"Belle, take them to the staff room. I'll recharge Eous in my room."

 

You heard a familiar voice, and you smiled gently when you realized who it was. You felt your tail wagging, sweeping dirt from the ground.

It was embarrassing to show this type of behavior in public, but you were too tired to care.

 

You sat up to see Belle in front of you, trying her best to help you. She took your arm and wrapped it around her shoulder, lifting you up to help you stand. But as you tried to listen to what she was saying, your vision became blurry, and then you passed out.

—

 

Your fingers played with your horns as you stared at the television in front of you. A blanket was moved aside to give you some space on the couch you were sitting on.

 

You've woken up 10 minutes prior, confused about what happened. Fortunately, Belle was here when you woke up and explained everything to you. She was always nice to talk to; she's optimistic and cheerful no matter the situation—its great.

 

But after a few minutes, she stood up from the couch and told you that she's going on a girls night out with Nicole and Anby. As she approached the door to leave the room, she looked at you and winked.

 

"Wise's making you some tea upstairs. Good luck with him, you hear?~" You heard her whisper.

 

And here you are now, sitting nervously as you overthink about Belle's words. Other than the bangboos inhabiting the store, it was only you and wise. You and wise. Your heart started to beat rapidly, and you looked to your side to see that your tail was wagging ever so slightly.

 

You tried to calm down, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Just as you were calming down though, you heard footsteps from upstairs...then they walked down the stairs.

 

Calm down, calm down. You can't let wise see you like this. It'll be embarr—

 

"Oh, hey, you're awake."

 

You jumped and snapped your head towards the door to see wisely at the doorway. He became concerned as he saw you breathing heavily, putting the two glass cups on the table behind the couch, and rushed to you.

 

"Sorry...did I scare you? Here. I made you tea."

 

He carefully picked up the cup and gave it to you. Still stunned by his presence, you shakingly accepted it. The cup felt warm; it wasn't too hot to the point where it could burn you. You smiled, and your tail wagged once more.

 

"It's nothing fancy. I don't know if the tea they serve on the Loufu is any different, but I hope you like it." Wise said.

 

You nodded, taking a sip of the tea he made. Your eyes closed as your taste buds danced with how good it was. Wise giggled at your reaction.

 

"I'm guessing that you enjoy it?"

 

"Mhm. It tastes slightly different than the ones from the Loufu...but still as delicious as any tea I've tried so far."

You held the cup up, inspecting it as if it were some piece of treasure. Wise laughed, but his attention was quickly stolen by your tail wagging constantly beside you. He smiled.

 

"Are you that happy to see me? Every time we meet in person, your tail always wags."

 

You paused your drinking, suddenly feeling embarrassed at your own behavior. You avert your gaze, trying to hide your red face from wise. He moved closer to you upon seeing your reaction.

 

"Hey, it's okay! I'm happy to see you as well; you shouldn't be risking your life in that hollow though..." He reminded you. You looked at him straight in the eyes, opening and closing your mouth as you struggled to get a word out.

 

"I-i just wanted to keep you safe...and Eous. Yeah." You awkwardly explained to him. Wise sighed, grabbing the blanket behind him and throwing it over your shoulders.

 

"Get some rest before you leave. You deserve it." Wise said. His voice was so comforting to you; it was soft and pleasant to your ears. You quietly purred.

"Oh right. Forgot to ask; did you bring back the videotape you rented a while back?" Wise asked. You froze in place.

You've completely forgotten that you rented a videotape from here a few weeks ago. And today was the deadline.

"I...may have forgotten it back in the Loufu. Haha."

You paced back and forth. Completely deep in your thoughts. You looked absolutely ridiculous in public, but people were too busy minding their own business to look at you weird.

 

In your hands was a box that looked like nothing from this world.

 

Of course it wasn't; it's a box containing the finest souvenirs from the Xianzhou Loufu. You held it close to your chest, preventing anyone from potentially stealing it. Or even worse, breaking the precious and fragile souvenirs inside. That would be a disaster. You'd have to pay a good amount of money to the seller you bought these from.

 

Sitting on the bench behind you, you quickly pulled out your phone. Looking at your contacts to find a specific person, he was the reason you came here in the first place.

 

A smile formed on your face when you saw his name; your scaled tail wagged simultaneously. But as you hovered your finger on the screen to click on his profile, you hesitated.

 

It was already late at night by the time you were here, so contacting him now wouldn't be ideal. You sighed, putting your phone back in your pocket, and stood up. Simply accepting that tomorrow morning would be a more appropriate time to give him the box.

 

You turned around to pick up the box, only to realize that it was gone. Your eyes widen at the sight, and your heart beats fast as you panic. You frantically looked around to see if anyone had taken it purposely or mistakenly.

 

That's when you heard it. From your pointy ears, you heard the echoes of rapid footsteps coming from your left. You snapped your head in the direction of the sound; sure enough, you saw a figure running towards the gross alleyways of lumina square.

 

"STOP. STOP IT. YOU THIEF."

 

You quickly chased him down as confused bystanders backed away in fear. The hooded man with your box created all sorts of obstacles to slow you down, from kicking down stacks of empty boxes to straight up pushing down a dumpster.

 

Unfortunately for him, this was nothing to you. Like any of the other Vidyadhara from the Loufu, you were athletic. Easily dodging the obstacles the man created.

 

He looked over his shoulder to see that you were almost caught up to him. He whimpered in fear, but just as he was about to pick up the pace to lose you, he tripped on something heavy and metallic. The impact nearly broke his foot in the process.

 

The box flung upwards, but thankfully someone effortlessly caught it with one hand. As you ran closer to the scene, you frozen. Tail wagging once more as you saw a tall, well-dressed wolf thiren standing in front of you. One of his prosthetic legs was stepping on the thief's back as a way to restrain him.

 

"Oh?" The man said. It was a familiar voice—the voice that makes you fall to your knees mentally every time you hear it.

 

"L-lycaon! I didn't expect you to be here at this hour." You expressed your shock to him.

 

"The same would apply to you. I wouldn't have expected to see you here in Eridu-47." 

 

As Lycaon said that, he felt the man below him wiggling himself to try and escape. The thiren's eye glowed as a warning, and the hooded man squealed in fear as he finally pleaded guilty for his actions.

 

"I-i-im sorry! It won't happen again! I promise! I swear! I-i—" 

 

The hooded man begged. Lycaon crouched and leaned towards the side of the man's face, whispering something directly to his ear.

 

You couldn't hear it, but you know Lycaon said something terrible when the man screamed in fear and quickly ran away the second Lycaon removed his leg from his back.

 

You were kind of scared, of course, but it was Lycaon. You trusted him dearly, and he has proved his sincerity many times before. So, you didn't question anything. Lycaon looked at you in relief, now holding the box full of goods with both of his hands.

 

"Apologies for my unbefitting behavior just now. I believe this belongs to you."

 

He handed you the box; he looked at you so softly that you couldn't help but stare at his face for a few seconds.

 

But you snapped out of your thoughts and declined. Lightly pushing the box back towards him. Of course, he was confused. Then you explained to him.

 

"It's for you, silly! No need to give it back to me." You giggled; you could see his one eye widen in surprise.

 

"My...you're too kind. I don't deserve such treatment from the likes of you." He said. You saw his ears twitching and his tail ever so slightly wagging from this; you smiled. Holding back a laugh.

 

He looked down at the box, now noticing that it's tightly sealed. Preventing anything from falling out.

 

"And what awaits me inside this box, may I ask?" He asked you.

 

One hand was gently placed on top of the box while the other held the bottom part so as not to let it fall to the break.

You walked closer to him, looking upwards to his face as you smiled widely.

 

"Inside are exclusive items from the Xianzhou Loufu. How about you open it and see for yourself? W-well, maybe not in this dirty alleyway at least." You awkwardly laughed. The thiren merely chuckled, gently taking your hand.

 

"Then I know just the place. If I may?" Your eyes widen when he offers you this; your horns glowed brightly as you felt your tail wagging. You smiled, nodding at his offer.

 

"Lead the way, dear attendant." You playful said. He laughed.

 

"Please. Just call me Lycaon."

 

Then the two of you walked out of the alleyway, admiring the nightly scenes of lumina square as Lycaon guided you to the rooftop of a building.

 

You smiled widely; tonight turned out better than you expected it to be. You couldn't wait to see his reaction to the items inside the box, and quite frankly, you were just very happy to be by his side.

Oh, what a happy little dragon you are right now.

[yellowcabdriver]

desperate

pairing: yuuji itadori x f!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: i quit my old soul-crushing job and i’m desperately trying to finish off all wips before i start my new job svdndjsj please enjoy 🙏🏻 live laugh lovesick yuuji 🫡💕 very shamelessly got inspired by this post

nobara said yuuji shouldn’t call you.

“you don’t want her to think that you’re desperate, right?”

yeah, maybe.

but here’s a thing that a considerate friend that is nobara didn’t take into account.

yuuji is crazy about you and he is indeed very desperate for you and your attention. he is filled with joy and excitement whenever he hears your voice – it’s almost pavlovian, very embarrassing. or at least could be, if yuuji cared enough. his pride is a small price to pay to have a wonder that is you in his life.

but yuuji has to admit, maybe nobara is right. at the end of the day you two are not dating (yet, as yuuji very much hopes). you two are not even very close friends (yet, again, as yuuji hopes).

yuuji’s finger lingers over a call button under your name embezzled with a variety of heart emojis.

“at least text her before calling, you know, it’s kind of a new etiquette these days, not to call someone unannounced,” yuuji remembers nobara’s chastising. it makes yuuji hesitate. of course, he doesn’t want to seem like an ignorant bumpkin who isn’t aware of social cues. what if you’re busy? which you probably are because you are so smart and cool. and you are definitely a great texter (even if you weren’t, yuuji wouldn’t know any better because he is that much in love).

with a sigh, yuuji slides over to messages and starts typing rather pathetically “hiiii how are you???” while fighting the urge to add like a gazillion emojis to express himself better. nobara is really getting into his head, yuuji sighs. this is hard considering he is not exactly an overthinker (that would require having more than one thought and his only singular thought right now is you). a text is better than nothing, sure, but yuuji really really really needs to hear your voice. so he rushes back to his contacts and gathers every ounce of willpower to press on your name.

after almost painful eleven seconds you pick up. yuuji’s breathing hitches a little when he hears your sleepy “hello?”

he wants to throw himself from a window.

he forgot it’s almost 3 am.

“hi, um, hey. sorry, you’re asleep.”

what an absolute mess.

“well, not anymore,” you softly laugh. yuuji, though embarrassed, is so happy to hear your laughter.

“sorry.”

“it’s okay, yuuji. did something happen?”

well, kinda. obviously, yuuji’s not going to tell you that he’s just so down bad for you that he called you up in the middle of the night for no reason.

“no, nothing, i- i’m sorry, it’s nothing urgent, i better call you tomorrow.”

“are you sure? i mean, it’s…” he hears you scramble. “three in the morning. it has got to be an emergency.”

it is, just not a conventional one. yuuji violently shakes his head and then remembers that you can’t see him (why is he such a fool when it comes to you?)

“no, no, i’m sorry, i screwed up. i forgot that not everyone stays up late like me. go to sleep. sorry.”

“stop apologising, it’s all fine. okay, i’ll believe that there’s no emergency. but you better call me tomorrow to confirm that you’re okay.”

yuuji’s cheeks are burning.

“yeah, of course. sorry again.”

you laughed.

“good night, yuuji.”

“good night.”

yuuji’s fingers shake when he types the first message.

“sorry, i actually didn’t mean to call you.”

delivered.

yuuji’s eyes are not leaving the screen beaming brightly into his face.

read.

his palms are suddenly cold.

dot, dot, dot.

“it’s okay,” followed by a smiley emoji and a thumbs up. such a you thing to send. for a minute he contemplates going to sleep and maybe die from embarrassment in his sleep but something takes him over. before he can register it, his fingers start typing.

“fuck it”

delivered, read.

“i did mean to call”

delivered, read.

“i wanted to talk to you”

delivered, read.

“to hear your voice and your laugh”

delivered, read.

yuuji can physically feel the blood rushing away from his limbs when he sees three dancing dots.

“i want to hear your voice, too.”

yuuji’s head is spinning as he fights the urge to jump around the room while smiling at his phone like a madman. megumi and nobara for sure would be disgusted at this sight. he is so ecstatic that he almost misses the next message.

“ft?”

his long calloused fingers dance across the screen to quickly type “i’ll call you”.

he rushes to facetime.

you pick up almost instantly.

yuuji looks at your face, traces of sleep still present in your expression but he can see – and it makes his heart flutter – that you are genuinely happy to see him, too.

you both spent a few intimate moments staring at each other’s badly lit faces, glowing under the dim lights of your screens in the dark, until yuuji finally finds the courage to break the silence.

“so… did you sleep well?”

you quietly laugh and yuuji falls in love even harder though he thought it wasn’t possible. he can’t wait to tell the gang that being desperate pays off, and oh so well.

and what does nobara know anyway.

[arosesstorm]

wreathe ; sebastian sallow

words count: long read

fem reader! x Sebastian Sallow

warning: jealous Sebastian

summary: Sebastian looks like her bestfriend under the sunlight, but as soon as the night comes the lines get blurry and everyone's obvious to it.

part one, I guess?

English is not my first language, trying my best, enjoy :)

Sebastian was known for being a charmer and a good learner; people whispered about his ability in dueling and his look was praised by many. 

He had a habit of breaking the rules and he was stubborn, as much as it was allowed. 

What most people didn’t know about him though was that the boy had in fact scares so deep, every once in a while they started to bleed. 

And god was Sebastian Sallow hot headed. 

"Ominis!" You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around the boy’s neck as soon as you saw him. 

"I missed you" you whispered into the boy’s chest, his arms slowly holding you closer. 

"Well well, isn’t this our very own savior" the boy muttered smiling. 

After everything that had happened the year prior, Ominis had been a constant in your life; exchanging letters almost every day over summer, the two of you had met up to hang out a few times too. 

He used to tell you about his family issues while you confessed yours. 

Your bond became so strong you felt he was the brother you never had. 

"Y/n!" You turned your head just in time to see Anne sprint your way and wrap her arms around your torso. 

"Anne" you smiled, embracing her, "it’s good to see you". 

She looked good, you couldn’t help but notice, her cheeks were pink, and she seemed to have gained a few pounds too; she was surely looking much better than the last time you had saw her. 

"I can’t tell you how excited I am to be back, even if I have a load of work to catch up to", a breath and then a whisper: "uncle Solomon won’t admit it but he’s happy he is finally alone". 

Anne left your side then to crush into Ominis. 

That’s when your eyes had met his. 

"No hugs for me?" The boy had asked, with that same playful tone you’ve grown to love. 

If possible, your smile grew bigger.

"Sebastian" you mumbled, letting the brunette cage you in a hug. 

Sebastian had always been your light in your time at Hogwarts: with all the fights, the heartbreak and the laughters he had somehow guided you through your first year in the magical world. 

Sticking by his side at first felt natural, like you two were somehow tied together; that was, until you grew attached and your new best friend felt more like a man to you. 

Everyone knew: you, Sebastian and Ominis were a solid trio, when you were looking for one you always found the other two nearby. 

But this year, with the newfound health of Anne since the death of Lockwood, your trio was about to become a quartet and you were somehow excited. 

"How have you been?" You whispered in Sebastian’s ear, his nose brushing against your hair as he muttered back: "Good, kinda missed you". 

"Come on guys! We’re gonna be late!" Anne was excitedly pushing you towards the great hall before you could protest. 

Back in your seats, with Sebastian’s shoulder brushing against yours, you realized how affected you actually were by his presence. 

This year was going to be a long one… 

The morning after, you woke up to an excited Anne walking around the room putting on her robes as she was chased by Imelda’s harsh insults. 

"Please shut up" the brunette pleaded as the Sallow girl kept on rumbling how exciting this whole journey was going to be. 

"It’s first day, can you guys believe it?" She squitted, disappearing into the Common room, leaving you two behind. 

"I swear if she doesn’t calm down".

When you saw the girl again you couldn’t help but notice her bright eyes as she was laughing with Ominis at the Breakfast table. 

"Goodmorning" you spoke, approaching your friends, sliding swiftly beside Sebastian. 

"Good morning to you" the boy spoke, gently brushing your shoulder once you were seated. 

"What were you guys talking about?" 

"Ah! They were vexing me" Sebastian spoke "it is fortunate you came to rescue me". 

"Oh Sallow, how many times will I have to save your ass?" 

Anne chuckled out loud as Sebastian let out a scoff "nevermind, you’re even worse than them" 

Before heading to your first lesson of the day, Charms, you passed by the Gryffindor table, hoping to see the friends you still haven’t had the opportunity to meet. 

"Natty!" 

The girl turned around with a smile, "y/n! How have you been? Did you receive my owl?" 

"I very much did, thank your granny for those cookies, they were amazing". 

"Which cookies? And why didn’t I get any?" Garreth’s voice rose from beside natty as you aknolowged the boy. 

His red hair were longer and his shoulders broader, it was hard to tell since he was seated, but you could definetly say he had grown up. 

"Shut up, Garreth" Natty had dismissed the boy as you left the table. 

Ominis was waiting for you at the entrance as you both left to class. 

That night, seated by the fire in your common room, you were reading a book while Anne was making small conversation with Imelda. 

You didn’t know how the conversation led to it, but Grreth’s name was brought up, Imelda noticing how much the ginger had grown over summer, pointing out he would have made a fine beater. 

"You were talking to him this morning, weren’t you y/n?" 

Your attention was suddenly brought back to the present. 

"Yes", "could there be something tender?" Imelda smirked as your nose left the pages to focus on the conversation. 

"Obviously not" you had replied, to which Anne softly smiled, "Imelda, quiet down, people are gonna hear us". 

"You’re no fun" she had replied, changing topic. 

That night, as you lied in bed, you kept on asking yourself if in fact you were somehow charmed by Weasley, or any boy for that matter and the answer came like a whisper, so soft you couldn’t hear it either. 

"Who do you think is gonna make team this year?" Anne had asked, walking with you, Omins and Sebastian to Hogsmade. 

"Why do you suddenly care about Quidditch?" Sebastian had asked. 

"I haven’t seen a game in ages!" She replied stern.

The bickering between twins bringing a smile to your face as you locked your arm with Ominis, "hey you".

While the twins bickering fell into the background, Ominis turned to you "what about this thing with Weasley?" 

"Ominis!" You scolded suddenly, taken aback by his comment, "how do you know?" 

Ominis scrolled his shoulders "so it is true? You fancy him?" 

"Who fancies whom?" Sebastian had token a step forward, suddenly intrigued by your discussion with Omins as you held the blond boy’s arm tighter, that was enough of an answer for him. 

"Oh nobody, just stupid chatters" the boy dismissed before Sebastian could investigate further. 

The thought of you fancying someone hunted the boy for the rest of the day, even when the night had quieted the chatter down and everyone went to sleep. 

He couldn’t stop thinking about it, so he left the warmth of his bedsheets, putting on a green and silver jumper and disappearing into the corridors. 

Making his way to the common room Sebastian was surprised to see someone else there. 

Their head was stuck in a book and their legs curled up onto the couch. 

He had recognized right away the silhouette and he felt like smiling. 

You had escaped your room that night, determined to finish the book you had been reading. 

It didn’t startle you when you felt a weight pop beside you on the couch, instead you couldn’t help but smile when Sebastian lowered the book from your hands, meeting your gaze. 

"Come back to me, will you?" He had whispered chuckling. 

"I was just about to find out where the main character had disappeared to" you answered, your smile betraying your fake annoyance. 

Sebastian chuckled again, his gaze shifting towards the fire. 

"Couldn’t sleep?" You asked then, your gaze worried. 

The boy hummed. 

This scene had happened so many times already: the boy sadly confessing the pain of his sister’s illness to you, in the dark of the common room, only allowing himself to be vulnerable in your presence. 

But this time, this time his sister was better, sleeping peacefully upstairs and you were there, with your eyes sleepy and your skin warm. 

So Sebastian found himself smiling as he looked your way. 

Your arm was resting on the back of the couch as it held your heavy head up, you were facing him, your breathing softly pleasant. 

"Do you really fancy someone?" The boy found himself ask, suddenly. 

You chuckled, looking at him playfully. 

"Why?" You had asked. 

"Just curious, you never told me you liked someone". 

"It’s not- it’s Imelda starting stupid rumors to see me flustered, that’s all" you reassure. 

He could finally relax, his back meeting the cushions as his fingers traveled to your leg. 

"You want to finish the book, don’t you?" 

"It’s fine" you laughed, but Sebastian didn’t buy it. 

"Come on, finish it, I’ll keep you company". 

It was hard to focus back on the story, with his hand tracing small circles above your bare leg, but it became quickly a gentle caress as you kept on reading. 

It was ten minutes later when you started to get sleepier. 

"Seb" you muttered closing the book, the boy humming while looking at you. 

"We should get some sleep". 

"Maybe we should" 

Neither of you making the move to leave. 

"I’m comfy" you admit laughing softly.

"Let’s not leave yet, then" he spoke. 

The fire was cracking in the background when you shifted, moving closer to the boy, your head now resting on his shoulder as you fell into the warmth of his body. 

Sebastian held his hand firmer on your leg now, helping you get closer, as he rested his head on top of yours. 

"Would you tell me?" He asked then. 

"Tell you what?" 

"If you fancied someone, would you tell me?" 

"Yes Sebastian, if I’ll ever find someone pleasant enough, I promise I will tell you first". 

Four weeks had passed since the start of term and with October approaching the air had got chillier and the days shorter. 

You had spent the last three hours in the library, making a research for a new species of mimbulus mimbletonia, something professor Sharp believed to be absolutely essential and you were ready to hide into the comfort of your room and fall asleep. 

"Y/n!" 

Your eyes travelled the room till they settled on the young man dressed in red and gold making his way towards you. 

"Hey, Garreth" 

"Hey" he smiled softly, "were you headed to your common room?" 

"Yes"

"Mind if I accompany you?"

"Hu? Ah no, you can come". 

You and the boy left the library, heading for the dungeons. 

"I was wondering if you had a spere hour tomorrow morning? If I can be honest with you I’m not keeping up well with Onai’s crap about tea leaves". 

You couldn’t help but slip a laugh.

"So now you’re laughing at me?" a playful smile plastered on his lips.

"No, no, I’m sorry."

You turned to your right, Garrett following behind as you started to walk down the stairs. 

"I have a free hour right after breakfast, sounds good?". 

Garreth’s smile widened "sound lovely to me". 

"What is it that you fail to get about the art of predicting catastrophes?" You teased as the boy stroke his neck. 

"I seem to prefer to see only the bright side" 

Letting out a stern chuckle you jumped the last step, the sliver snake appearing on the wall as you turned around to face the ginger. 

"First lesson: there are no bright sings in divination". 

You herd someone caugh as you turned around, Sebastian was lying by the door, his eyes locked onto you. 

"Goodnight, Garreth" you spoke as you made your way into the Slytherin common room. 

Garreth looking at you disappear before Sebastian followed inside and the door turned to be a wall again. 

"Escorted by Weasley, huh?" 

The sound of the water fountain running in your ears as you made your way downstairs with Sebastian. 

"It seems so" you had replied distracted, something that sent Sebastian’s soul on fire. 

As soon as you stepped into the common room, Imelda’s voice rose up. 

"So I was right? Weasley boy for the win?" 

You scoffed and Sebastian felt his body go still. 

Were you really going out with that loser? 

He didn’t know how much it bothered him, until the following day, at breakfast as he was talking about something funny that happened in his class you excused yourself, mumbling you had to meet up with someone. 

Of course, that someone was Weasley and of course, as impulsive as he was, he was tempted to follow you. 

"Sebastian" Ominis had called, sensing the shifting of his robes, "please don’t do it". 

Sebastian had scoffed then, returning to his place, violently eating was was left in his plate. 

He had time to calm down until he saw you again: your shoulders were moving up and down softly as you rested your head on a potion’s book, peacefully swimming into sleep. 

It felt like his anger disappeared for a second as he pulled a chair close to yours, his own head resting on the table as he looked at you. 

He stole a few glances at your harmless form, before squeezing your shoulder softly. 

He felt like choking when you softly smiled at him as soon as you your eyes opened. 

"Sebastian" you spoke, a voice so soft he thought he had never heard something more adorable in his life. 

"Why are you resting your head on the table?" You had asked then, to which Sebastian smiled. 

"I heard this is were we take naps" the boy teased as you shifted softly, a strand of hair falling into your eyes. 

Sebastian’s finger brushed it off softly, moving a strand behind your ear, discovering your face once again. 

That gesture might have woken you up suddenly because you jumped on your seat, quickly collecting your things.

"Oh god, I really fell asleep!" 

"Hey, hey, calm down there, will you?" 

But your panic only increased as you saw what time it was. 

"I was supposed to meet Garrett half an hour ago!" 

"Garret? Again?" 

"Yes, we didn’t get to finish this morning"

If he had known that waking you up would have resulted in you leaving him behind for Weasley, he would have much preferred watching you sleep. 

Sebastian got up at the same time as you, his anger coming back to him in waves, "does Weasley really need your help?". 

You looked taken aback "yes, he has told me himself he needs help in divination". 

Sebastian chuckled darkly, "and he asked you?" 

"Are you saying I’m not competent enough?" Your demeanour suddenly changed and Sebastian witnessed as your soft aura started to tint black. 

He knew this side of you, he had seen it one to many times and it didn’t scare him, in fact, it fascinated him. 

The fire in your eyes was matched now, as Sebastian grew taller. 

"I’m saying you wouldn’t be the first person that pops into my mind". 

You scoffed then, holding the books closer to your chest, pride filling your lungs. 

"How about you leave the adults to study and mind your business?"

"The adults?"

"Yes you child" 

You tried to turn away from him then, but the boy wouldn’t let you go far. 

"Hey! Don’t turn your back on me while I’m talking!"

"You’re not talking Sebastian, you’re behaving like a five years old"

"Said the one who can’t finish a conversation like two mannered people!"

Your eyes got bigger "are you saying I’m not well mannered either?" 

A sigh escaped your lips "listen Sallow-"

"Sallow?"

"That’s still your name isn’t it?" 

"Thought you preferred to call me something else". 

That unusual use of words didn’t go unheard from you, as you stared deep into the boy’s orbits. 

"Careful there, Sallow, you sound almost-"

"Almost what?" The brunette challenged you. 

You felt your blood boil as a voice raised from the students around"get a room!" Someone yelled out. 

"Shut it!" You both replied, parting ways, boiling inside, holding hands with pride. 

"She’s so stubborn!" Sebastian huffed.

"Mh what a news" Omins mumbled. 

"It’s just, do you even think she’s good in divination?" 

Ominis did seem startled by the question, but he answered nonetheless. 

"I mean, is there a thing y/n is not good at?" 

Sebastian couldn’t answer as he sighed flustered. 

"He’s a nightmare Anne!" Y/n complained pacing back and forward into their room. 

The twin of her best friend, who was at the moment an annoying prick, was resting on her bed, trying to take care of a strange purple plant. 

The Sallow girl hummed, listening to her friend rumble. 

"He practically attacked me! Saying I’m incompetent? After everything I did?" 

"You know he doesn’t think that about you" Anne scolded. 

"But he said it! The way he was looking at me Anne, I felt like jinxing him on the spot!"

The twin left a chuckle, "you know he’s protective of you y/n". 

Y/n fell into the bed, her hands tight knots as she sighed flustered, "the way that boy riles me up!"

© 2024 of Mia (arosesstorm). All Rights Reserved.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Thank U

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violenc, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bruce Wayne/Batman (Christian Bale version)

Summary: you try to thank the vigilante who saved your life.

In the same universe as Home Sweet Home

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

‘To Batman’ 

No, that sounds ridiculous. All of this is just absurd. You don’t really think this will go anywhere but you just need to get the thoughts out. After a sleepless night, you need to put it somewhere before it boils over inside of you. 

You need to thank the man who saved you. If that’s what he is. He seems inhuman with all that he does for Gotham. 

‘My hero’ 

Ugh. New page. 

‘Hi. 

You don’t know me, but you saved my life. I know I’m not the only one and I hope I’m not the only one to say thanks. That’s what this is. I know it isn’t much but I’m not sure how else to do this. 

If you don’t remember me, that’s okay. I was walking home and there was a man following me. Then two. Then three. Then you were there. 

And just as quick, you were gone and so were they. I didn’t get the chance to thank you but I got home safe. Because of you. 

Batman. My hero. 

I owe you my life. 

Stay safe. 

Just another Gotham citizen.’ 

You reread the letter and cringe. What are you doing? You’re crazy. Is this pick-me energy? 

Ugh. You just can’t get over it. Your heart races every time the scene plays out in your head. Those men, their footfalls echoing yours, getting closer and closer, penning you in as they came at you from all sides. 

Your shoulders rose as you shrunk down and braced yourself for a heedless fight. Then the sudden flapping, the crash and crunch of violence, the shadows at battle against the brick wall as you stood by helplessly. Then the silence and his grizzled command. 

‘Go home.’ 

You ran all the way there. You didn’t look back or stop. And you didn’t sleep. You couldn’t. The dregs of adrenaline are still in you. 

Fatigue finally sets in as the sun rises. You fold up the letter and slide it into and envelope. You don’t expect this to go well. You don’t know what you’re doing. 

You’re in the same clothes as the night before. You feel like you’ve been frozen. That night fogs around you like a cloud. So close... it could’ve been so much worse. You could have been another news story. Another body in and alley. 

You walk down to the precinct. You stare at the doors for a while before you make yourself enter. The last time you went there, the only time, they wouldn’t even file a report about the man who sleeps outside your apartment door. He went away though... just a few days later. 

You go up to the counter. 

“Hi, erm, I need to get this to Commissioner Gordon.” You say. 

The uniformed officer doesn’t look up. He laughs.  

“It’s just a letter,” you plead. 

“Girl, you’re wasting everyone’s time right now,” the man doesn’t look away from the computer screen. 

“Please,” you hold the envelope through the little gap under the thick plastic window. 

“What’s this? A love letter?” He scoffs. 

“Joe, don’t be a dick,” another officer approaches and takes the letter. “I’ll give it to him.” 

“Oh, thank you so much,” you preen. 

“Don’t know if he’ll read it,” he mutters. 

“He just needs to look on the outside,” you point. 

He flips the envelope and reads your writing; ‘Batman, c/o Commissioner Gordon’. He tilts his head as he looks up at you. He shrugs. 

“Whatever, it’s a reason to stretch my legs,” he wiggles the letter between his fingers. “Have a good day, ma’am.” 

“Thanks, officer.” 

You turn and scurry out of the precinct. You don’t think the caped crusader will ever see that letter but at least you tried. It might not help you sleep at night, but it will be one less thing keeping you awake. 

[meadowfics]

tall shadows

cho hyun-ju x male!reader

warnings: descriptions of death, guns, injury, mentions of transphobia, i am not a man but I hope I wrote this one right for the male!readers🩷, i am not responsible for the content you choose to read.

requested? no.

word count: 715

the sound of the buzzer reverberated through the cold concrete walls as the players shuffled into the dimly lit room. this was the game… a place where survival trumped morality and every step forward came at the cost of someone else’s failure. 

as one of the tallest players, standing at an imposing 6’4”, you naturally stood out. 

heads turned to look at you, not just because of your height, but because of the way you carried yourself…a mix of calm and determination. you had been here for hours now, and though no one knew your story, they could see you weren’t here by choice. nobody was here by choice.

basketball had been your life. you were good at it, maybe even great, until that fateful day when a career-ending injury left you broken…both physically and financially. the surgery saved your life but cost you everything else. 

that’s how you found yourself here, fighting for a chance to erase the crushing debt that loomed over you like a shadow.

among the sea of players clad in identical green tracksuits, one figure caught your eye. player 120. she stood apart, not just in presence, but in how she seemed to shrink under the weight of everyone else’s judgment.

she was beautiful..her soft features framed by loose strands of her dark hair, her brown eyes betraying a sadness she seemed determined to hide. you noticed how she avoided eye contact with anyone, as if bracing for rejection before it even came.

you had spent time in the states before for basketball, long enough to meet people like player 120..people who were unapologetically themselves despite how the world treated them. it didn’t matter to you that she was different; in fact, it made her all the more interesting.

then came mingle. 

the robotic voice called out the rules, monotone and devoid of any humanity: 

two players.

the music stopped, and panic spread like wildfire. players scrambled to find someone, anyone, who might increase their odds of survival. the chaos was deafening, but your eyes were fixed on hyunju. 

she stood still, staring at the ground, her hands fidgeting nervously. she expects that no one will approach her. that no one even looked her way. 

without hesitation, you crossed the room, weaving through the frantic crowd. hyunju didn’t notice you at first, too lost in her own thoughts. it wasn’t until you stopped in front of her and said, 

“come with me,” that she looked up, wide-eyed.

“what?” her voice was soft, hesitant.

“the rooms are filling up. come on.” you extended your hand, not giving her a chance to decline. 

her gaze darted around the room as you both ran into one of the green doors.. disbelief written all over her face. 

the two of you stepped into one of the last remaining rooms, the door sliding shut behind you with an ominous thud.

for a moment, there was silence. hyunju stood near the corner, her arms crossed as if trying to make herself smaller. you leaned against the wall, studying her.

“thank you,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. 

“you… you saved my life.”

“no need to thank me,” you replied. 

“besides, it’s not like i was going to let you stand out there alone and get shot by those monsters in shape masks.”

she chuckled softly, though there was still an edge of uncertainty in her expression. 

“most people wouldn’t have chosen me.”

“well, i’m not most people.” your tone was light, but your words carried weight. 

hyunju glanced at you, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “you’ve been looking at me a lot,” she teased, a small smile playing on her lips. 

you grinned, unbothered by her observation. 

“of course i’m going to look when i see a beautiful lady.”

120’s blush deepened, and for the first time since you’d seen her, she looked genuinely flustered. 

“you… you’re something else,” she murmured, her smile growing.

you didn’t know what the next game would bring or if either of you would survive, but in that room, with hyunju standing across from you, you knew that you wanted to protect her. not because you thought she was weak, but because you saw strength in her that she didn’t yet seem to recognize. 

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[pandorxxx]

Tied for life (Damsel Chapter 2)

Read part 1 here:

Neteyam x Ash navi fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: heavy smut, cursing, p in v, oral, squirting, soft-dom neteyam, creampie, breeding kink!, Slight Angst at the end.

Previously, in the last chapter:

“I-I need you. I need this.” You whined, grabbing his bulge, massaging it in your dainty hands. He grunted, watching you slide your hand into his loincloth to feel him. He let out a series of low curses, squeezing his eyes shut. Although Neteyam was a man of great restraint, it was slipping away from him quickly.

And this was the moment he had realized, he’d gotten himself into a tricky situation.”

“Ok, ok. J-Just give me a minute to think.” Neteyam stuttered, watching you rip his loincloth in half. His cock sprung up, hitting his lower abdomen with a harsh smack, a line of precum connecting.

Silence filled the forest in a staring match between you and him. You licked your lips, ready to devour the meal infront of you. Neteyam gulped loudly. Chest heaving heavily as he watched your demeanor change from an innocent, helpless young lady, to a hungry woman in heat, willing to do anything to get her fix.

“Y/n.” He spoke in a questioning tone. His eyes wide, filled with fear. He knew that he could restrain you if necessary, that wasn’t his issue. He was more so afraid that he wouldn’t, that he’d let you pounce on him until your heat was over. That he’d let you fuck him until you milked him of everything. After all, you were stunning, and oh so irresistible in this state specifically.

“I-I can’t help it. I need you…to fuck me. Now.” You spoke calmly, with a hint of aggression. You sat up on your knees, eyeing him up and down as you caressed his chest. Moving around to his strong biceps, all the way down to his hands. You placed them on your breasts, finally trailing your eye contact back to his.

“I-I…NO.” He stuttered, growling the last word before detaching his hands from your swollen breasts. He shook his head, snapping out of his trance.

“I am taking you to my grandmother! Let’s go.” He commanded, standing to his full height in-front of you. He went to grab your arms and pull you up, but you refused with a struggle match.

“G-Get ugh- UP woman!” Neteyam grunted. “NO!” You yelled, using all of the strength you could muster to push him down on his back. He fell with a loud thud, immediately sitting up on his elbows. Eyeing you in shock.

You took the opportunity to crawl over to him, straddling his lap before he could even fight back. You attacked his neck, sucking hard enough to leave hickeys. You’re slick flowing down to his throbbing cock. Your addictive scent. There was nothing much he could do.

“Y/n, i-i know you’re hurting. B-But don’t make me do this. I-it won’t end well.” He spoke breathily, eyes fluttering shut ever so often as he basked in the pleasure.

“Tell me how it ends, Neteyam.” You spoke breathily between kisses along his neck and chin. You tried to use your body weight to push him back, but his hand was firm on the ground, while the other arm was wrapped tightly around your torso.

“I-I already told you. I’m going to get you pregnant. Y-You don’t want that.” He shook his head, trying hard to keep his composure. You ignored him, grinding your hips on his lap to create friction.

“Sounds good.” You moaned, lifting up alittle until his tip probed at your entrance. And without warning, you slid down onto him quickly. Neteyams eyes widened, pupils blown, and ears tucked to the sides of his head.

“Shit!” He grunted, holding your waist tighter than before. You threw your head on his shoulder in satisfaction, finally finding that full sensation you had been searching for.

You started to bounce on him lightly, just enough to get the correct rhythm first. You held onto his neck, squeezing the life out of him as you whimpered in his ear.

At this moment, he knew there was no turning back. It felt too good for you and him. There was no way he could resist you now. He used the grip he had on your waist to bounce you himself, making the pace quicken.

“J-Just tell me what you want. I’ll help you through it ok?” He moaned, nuzzling his head into your soft curly hair. You were a complete mess, chasing your orgasm off the strength of him.

“Lay back, p-please?” You whined, pushing on his chest. He quickly obliged, his back becoming flush with the mossy ground. You started to grind into him, head tilted all the way back as you moaned his name.

He held onto your hips, matching your movements. You snapped your head back down at him, you both making eye contact with eachother.

“It’s so hot, neteyam.” You whined, trailing your hands up your stomach, and all the way to your top.

“Mhm.” He grunted, bottom lip between his teeth as he bucked his hips into yours. His eyes trailed down to the source, watching your sticky pelvises slap together with every firm thrust.

Without warning, you ripped your top in half, throwing it to the side. Your plump breasts were swollen, and your nipples were puffy. Bouncing with every thrust Neteyam sent your way.

“Fuuuck, you’re so pretty. Gonna make me give it all to you.” He grunted, throwing his head back as his face balled in pleasure. You placed your hands firmly on his chest, using him as the perfect leverage.

“Mmm, give it all to me. F-Fuck me like you mean it.” You moaned, voice rippling from his steady rhythm.

“Oh, I mean it…come here.” He growled, pulling you down to him by your neck. You went in to kiss him, but he wouldn’t return. He wanted to keep the tension lingering a little longer. Both of your hot breaths fanning each others nose from the unbearable closeness.

He looked into your glossy eyes, and sped up his pace inside of you. His thick, veiny cock thrusting into you firmly made your head spin in pleasure. Your jaw fell slack, audible whimpers falling out of your mouth.

“Mmm, I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna make a fucking mess in a few. Am I right?” He grunted, bouncing you harder on his lap. Your words were still caught in your throat, so you sent him a lazy nod. He bit his lip, eyeing your pleasure filled face. He couldn’t help it any longer. Pulling your neck closer to engage in a passionate kiss as he bucked into you deeply.

His lips were soft against yours. You couldn’t think of any better way to muffle your cries. And finally, you felt your muscles tense, your heart rate speeding up tremendously. You focused on how his strong arms wrapped around your tiny frame, his low satisfied grunts, his throbbing cock giving you the pleasure you had been dying for.You pulled away from this kiss, sitting up on him with your hands placed firmly on his chest.

“Neteyam, I-Im cumming, im cumming!” You moaned, bouncing on his lap hard. He nodded in satisfaction, sending a hard smack to your ass.

“I can feel it. Keep squeezing me like that. Don’t fucking stop!” He spoke breathily, placing his hands on your hips to guide you. “Ohhh fuck!” You screamed, head falling back towards the sky in pleasure as you released on him. Your slick flowing down the sides of his hips like a waterfall.

“Goddamn, y/n.” He grunted, your cunt leaking it’s essence all over his cock with every slow thrust, coaxing the loudest squelching noises out of you. For a moment, he almost lost himself in the pleasure. His eyes started to roll back, his mouth slightly agape as he bounced you harder onto him. He felt his body starting to succumb to his animalistic instincts to breed you.

“F-Fuck, I-I can’t- I can’t!” He moaned, twitching underneath you. However, that’s exactly what you wanted, what you needed. You wanted to feel his warm seed find sanctuary in your empty womb, hoping that it would lead to you barefoot and pregnant with his child. Maybe it was your heat talking but there was nothing more that you wanted but him.

“Breed me please. Make me yours.” You moaned breathily, rocking back and forth on him. He couldn’t take it: such a gorgeous girl, fucking the daylights out of him as she begged to be filled with his seed. It was all too much.

“N-No, p-please don’t talk like that! I-I can’t-“ he whimpered, lifting you off of him in one swift motion, pushing you to the side as gently as possible.

“Fuuuuck.” He moaned, bucking his hips into his hand. His muscles were tensed, his eyes shut tightly, and his face screwed in pleasure. You watched him, wanting more, needing more. You couldn’t help it. A wave of dangerous desire washed over you. You crawled over to him, ripping his hand away from his throbbing cock and quickly replacing it with your mouth. His eyes shot opened, peering down at the source.

“Mmm j-just like that.” He grunted, holding your damp hair into a ponytail. You engulfed his entire length, swirling your tongue around his shaft as you bobbed your head quickly. He felt your throat contracting around his sensitive tip, and started to buck his hips wildly.

“I’m gonna cum…g-gonna cum.” He nodded, voice laced with exhaustion as his eyes crossed. And in an instant, his seed filled your cheeks. You slide off of him slowly with a satisfied hum, swallowing his seed like water on a hot summer day.

He watched you in complete shock, knowing what was to come. Your eyes were glowing brighter, as if the urge for him was stronger, almost like a soul tie. You couldn’t get enough of him.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked hesitantly, scanning your wet body. He lazily stood to his feet in-front of you. His cock still undeniably hard as it laid against his belly.

“I-I need more.” You pouted, caressing his strong thighs. He sighed, caressing the back of your head. “You’re going to be the death of me, little one. You know that?” He asked with a slight chuckle.

“I-Im sorry, Neteyam. But You’re addictive…like a drug. I need you, please. I-I can’t get enough of you.” You whimpered, running your hands up and down his flexed abs. He tucked his bottom lip in between his teeth as he watched you, your touch arousing him even more.

“It’s like that, huh?” He asked. “Oh yes. I need it. Now.” You both stared at each other for several seconds before he lifted you up, backing you into a nearby tree.

“Show me how you want it.” He commanded, chest heaving from excitement. You spun around in his embrace. You placed your hands on the bark firmly, backing your ass into his pelvis.

“Alright then, princess. Let’s end this, ok?” He asked, not even giving you enough time to answer before he shoved his cock deep into your sensitive cunt. You let out a high pitched whimper, leaning your forehead against the hard bark.

“I know, I know.” He muttered in your ear, before pecking your cheek. His arms were wrapped around your waist to hold you still as he began to thrust into you at a steady rhythm.

“Ohhhh my-“ you began, being consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. His hands trailed up your torso, all the way to your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze.

He let out a loud groan in satisfaction, speeding up the pace. Your moans became louder, your voice echoing through the quiet forest. His hand flew up to your mouth, muffling your loud cries of pleasure.

“No, no, no. You’ve gotta keep this pretty little voice down. As much as I like hearing you scream…” he started, sending you a hard thrust, piercing into your cervix. Your moan was muffled by his large hand.

“I can’t take any chances. Got it?” He mumbled in your ear, kissing the lobe as he kept a steady pace. You groaned in his hand as a response. You found his request ridiculous, considering your sensitive state, and the way that he was fucking you.

He slowly released your mouth, lines of your spit connecting you two. He slid his hand down to your neck, gripping it firmly. You bit your lip, trying your best to keep your voice down for him.

“Good girl, gooood fucking girl.” He muttered through a clenched jaw. Thrusting into you fast and deep. He watched as your ass smacked against his pelvis repeatedly, sending a hard smack to the plush skin.

“You’re g-gonna make me cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!” You cried, head finding comfort on the bark in exhaustion.

“Mmm, i know. Bend over alittle more. Open up for me.” He commanded, pushing your back down. His hands found your hips, slamming into you with no mercy. He was deeper than ever now. His swollen tip massaging your sweetspot just right. You gripped the bark, knuckles turning white. Your other hand reaching around to grab his forearm.

“Neteyaaamm, keep fucking me just like that. I-I’m sooo so close.” You whined quietly, turning to look back at him. He was so focused, abs flexing with every thrust as he watched your plump ass ripple against his pelvis.

“Cum for me. sexy ass.” He moaned, sending your ass a hard smack once more. You felt your stomach muscles tensing, harder than last time. Your pretty little face was balled up in pleasure, as your mouth flew opened. Heavy pants fell from your lips as your legs started to tremble underneath you. The feeling was euphoric, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. You didn’t want it to end.

“Don’t pull out. I-I wanna have your babies.” You moaned deliriously, eyes rolling in pleasure as you held his forearm in your pit-bull lock.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. D-Don’t talk like that.” He grunted, making sure to focus on your backside, and less on your eyes. He knew he’d most likely fall in love if he faced you for too long. And that was something he was trying his best to avoid, but you weren’t making it easy for him at all. All he wanted to do was help you, nothing more….nothing less.

“I-I want you to fill me up. Like I’m your little cum slut. That’s all I wanna be for you, Neteyam.” You spoke sensually, voice shaky from your in coming orgasm.

He shook his head before snapping it to the sky, letting out a loud growl. He was trying to contain himself, but God…you were insatiable.

“I know you wanna cum deep inside of me. You want me to carry your child. I-I’ll do it for you, I’ll do it, Neteyam!” You moaned breathily, your orgasm just inches away from you.

“I-I don’t-I don’t.” He grunted, breathing heavily. He shook his head once more, trying to convince himself that he didn’t want that when in reality…that’s all he wanted right now. He wanted nothing more.

“Look at me.” You moaned, running your hand up his abs. He was too lost to be found now, he couldn’t resist you anymore. His eyes met yours and it felt like electricity was coursing through his entire body. He was stuck, couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“I-Im cumming!” You whimpered, eyes filling with tears as your bottom lip quivered. As much as he tried to look away, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to, it felt too good.

“I-I- me too.” He moaned, a slight whine in his tone. “P-Please let me have it. Wanna be p-pregnant…by you only.” You cried, body trembling uncontrollably.

Neteyam was gone, his restraint was out the window. Everything he’d ever learned was null in void. He was yours to use for your personal pleasure. He’d do anything you asked him to in this state. And with a lazy nod, tears blurring his vision, he finally gave in to you.

“Yes, Princess.” He whimpered, thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic as your walls began to flutter around his cock. A single tear fell from his eye at the overwhelming pleasure. He’d never felt anything like it before.

For a moment, there was silence as you two stared into each-others eyes, both of your jaws slack. And just like that, you both came in unison. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you trembled in his arms. His thick seed spilled into your womb, filling it to the brim just how you wanted.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried, nodding at him in satisfaction. “My baby, carrying my babies. T-Thats what you wanted, right? We’re tied for life, now. You hear me?!” He moaned, pulling you up by your hair to leave soft kisses along your collar bone. Your eyes fluttered shut, resting your head on his chest before they opened again, revealing that familiar amber color again.

“Mhm!” You whimpered, nodding frantically as you came down from your high. He pulled out of you slowly, watching his access seed trickle down your trembling legs.

He spun you around, pinning you against the tree again. “You must come with me. At least for the time being.” He commanded. Your eyebrows ruffled in confusion.

“No, I must go home. My father is probably worried sick. He is olo’eyktan, and he’d send out a search party for me. If he found me with your clan, he’d think you kidnapped me. He’d kill you.” You confessed, staring up at him with a doe-eyed look.

“Shit! He’s the CLAN LEADER?!” He asked in complete shock. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “Im screwed! My father is going to murder me.” He confessed, fear written across his face.

“Neteyam, listen. I’ll go home. I’ll keep my mouth shut about this. It’s all my fault, not yours. I don’t want you to get in trouble with your father.” You spat, caressing his biceps in a loving manner.

“No way would I let you bare this alone. We both share this responsibility, and…I don’t know, I just feel like…this was meant to be.” He smiled, rubbing your empty belly. You sighed, placing your dainty hand on-top of his as you looked down at your stomach.

“We don’t even know if im pregnant. We could get lucky, Neteyam. And then we could go our separate ways.” You nodded, eyes fluttering up to his. His smile fell, a wave of sadness brushing over him. He knew that he would be in the most trouble if you were pregnant, but a part of him kind of wanted that. And even if you weren’t carrying hi child, he wanted to keep seeing you. But it seems as if he misread the situation, and it was clear that you only used him for your own personal gain. He took a step back from you, finally assessing the situation for what it was.

“Right…separate ways. I-I’ve gotta go.” He spoke, snatching his loincloth from the ground to wrap it around his hips. Your eyes widened, realizing what you had just done. In your head, you thought that he’d be happy about not seeing you again. After all, you were just a random girl that wandered on the wrong side of the forest. You were different from him, from a different clan. As much as you did like him, you couldn’t understand how the feelings could be reciprocated. Why would he want anything serious with you?

“N-Neteyam I didn’t mean it like that.” You spoke, your eyes becoming blurred by your own tears.

“No, it’s fine….J-Just meet me back here a month from today with an update. Same time. As much as you don’t want it….I would like to be involved in any way that I can. I’m not that kind of guy.” He commanded, not even being able to look you in the eyes as his were flooded with tears.

“One month, or I’ll hunt you down my damn self.” He growled, looking everywhere but at you. His demeanor becoming uninvited and cold. You nodded, obeying his wishes.

“I’ll see you…y/n.” He muttered, Turning on his heels before darting away into the darkness. Your heart shattered, the leftover pieces dropping into your stomach. You slid down the tree, crying hysterically. You ran your hands through your hair before looking into the sky.

What have you done?…

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it's a bitch convincing people to like you {Evan/Reader/HABIT}

Part 3/4 // NSFW

{ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 }

Summary: In the wake of committing your first murder and high on adrenaline, HABIT tries a different approach to break you. The worst part is how hard you have to try to convince yourself that you aren't enjoying it just as much as he is.

Warnings: Violence, non-consent/reluctance/CNC, knife play, pain play, handcuffs, brief mention of necrophillia, HABIT typical behaviour & cruelty, fingering, no actual sex just the "foreplay".

A/N: if you have issues with NSFW emh content in 2024 when I am here and now reminding you that I am 100% writing about the fictionalised, adult characters, 1. maybe don't read this fic, and 2. go reconnect with nature. However, if you like this, let me know! Leave a like or a comment, or blend it up in a smoothie to give you a little extra boost for the day. If you hated it, as implied three sentences ago, touch grass, I refuse to pay rent if I live in your head just for you to be mad at. ALSO READ THE WARNINGS I BEG YOU.

The moment you register that the man is finally dead, you finally react to HABIT the way you'd been holding back from since you'd met him. Instinct kicks in and you spin around, burying the bloody blade in his shoulder, and he stumbles back, genuinely surprised. But delight blooms across his face while your head is spinning; you hadn't thought you'd even get this far. It's no surprise that he reacts quicker than you do, pulling out the knife and leveling it at you. Stumbling back, you see the maniacal look in his eyes as the fire is now consuming the house behind him. Stepping around your dead victim, you end up with your back to the cabinets.

"You fucking tricky little brat, I should leave you here for your fucking audacity!" But he's grinning, almost manic, before he slams you against the counter, one arm braced hard against your chest. In his other hand he held the bloody knife he'd just pulled from himself, ghosting the sharp tip of it along your jaw, "should keep you here and pick out your fucking brains to figure out where the fuck your nerve came from."

"I fucking wish you would," teeth bared, you try and shove forward against his arm, his weight pressing against you, but in this moment he's an immovable object. Your hands are braced on the counter; you could be attempting to fight back, but something stops you.

"God, I hate you," he hisses, eyes bright and intense as the two of you are nose to nose. You have absolutely no qualms about matching his energy. In the next moment, you've reached up, taking hold of his hand that rests the tip of the knife delicately beneath your chin. There's something almost wanting in his eyes now, something desperately excited.

"You're not special for that, HABIT," you sneered, giving a cruel little smile. You see the moment his intent changes, the second that switch is flipped to a twisted kind of desire, and your heartbeat is the only thing louder than the fire around you. The knife is gone in a flash, but you feel it at your back when he pulls you flush against him.

His mouth is on yours, all lips and teeth and tongue, and you have to pretend like you don't want him just to hurt him- like you don't just want him in this moment.

"The fuck is your problem?" You demand breathlessly, HABIT chuckles softly, biting at your bottom lip. You try to snarl another insult, but the minute you're leaning in to spit it at him, he kisses you again. Your body betrays you, instinct overriding you as you thigh pressed against his, sliding against his jeans, and he's suddenly grasping your thigh, hitching it up over his hip, a process her repeats until your legs are wrapped around him and he's pressed flush against you, warm, and secure, and hard.

"You fucking freak," you put a token effort in to struggle against him, only to feel how intensely hard he was through his jeans. He calls you a hypocrite, leaving hickeys and bite marks down your throat. Still, he picks you off the counter with ease, hands on your ass, and seems like he's about to drop you when suddenly there's a bed at your back and you find yourself in Evan's room with HABIT over you. Before you can even speak, there's the cold feeling of metal against your belly, and then the sudden sound of ripping clothes as HABIT cut your shirt open.

"Stop it! Get off of me, HABIT!" There's distress in your voice mostly because you think there should be. You protest because you know it's what someone in your situation is meant to do. The desperate desire burning low in your gut and bright in your mind sears with hypocrisy.

You've always thought Evan was gorgeous, your beautiful damn Adonis of a boyfriend, but there's something about the way HABIT makes him move that is deliciously feral. He's barely even touched you and you know you're wet with want in a way you've never been before. When you try to fight back, despite the blade pressed against your sternum, HABIT lights up. He threatens to tie you up, his free hand now pressing painfully against the inner thigh of the leg you'd just kicked him with, keeping it immobile and your legs now spread. You actually have to bite back the urge to beg him to follow through on it.

"You don't scare me, HABIT," the way your voice shakes as you attempt to sound defiant is as much for show as the tears in your eyes are. HABIT desperately wants to break you, and you want nothing more right now than for him to try. There's hunger in his eyes at your words.

"I'm coming to like that about you," he admits, though his tone is dangerous, setting your heartbeat on edge, "it still kind of infuriates me, I won't lie, but I'm sure I'll get there," and you feel a sting as the blade bites into your skin, though fortunately - or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it - your adrenaline dulls the pain to something not only bearable, but shockingly pleasant. Or perhaps it's knowing how fucking powerful and sadistic HABIT could be, yet he was choosing to toy with you instead. You squeeze your eyes shut, nervous that he'll see something in them that will give you away.

"If I tell you I'm scared will you let me go?" You know he wont, but some sick part of you enjoys this game.

"If you're scared of me you're no better then all the other assholes on this planet; fuck no, I won't let you go, I'll kill ya', like you were anyone else," he says candidly, "and I'd still fuck ya', but I wouldn't enjoy myself," he sighed, as if disappointed by the very idea, "plus you'd be dead, so neither would you, it's really a lose-lose for everyone involved," he deliberated for a moment, finally moving the blade as he leaned down, chin resting on your chest as he looked at you with those eyes you so loved, "and I wouldn't be quick about killing you either, so it's a pretty shit escape tactic."

Finally, you open your eyes, unable to help the exasperation in them. HABIT grins broadly at that, and you try and push his face away, but he grabs your hand, suddenly over you, pinning you to the bed.

"Watch it, rabbit, I'm acting like a fucking Saint to you right now -"

"You're attempting to assault me, HABIT!"

"There's no attempting about it," a HABIT says far too easily, "but I was planning to only cut you a couple of times, and get you off at least twice," he smirks, "I've got all your boyfriend's memories, I think I can figure it out -"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You snarled through your teeth, squirming, fighting back beneath him. Before your free hand even gets off the bed, HABIT presses his own against it. While thankfully he doesn't cut you with the knife he's holding, you shriek and arch in genuine pain as he applies pressure to your broken hand.

He's got a knee between your thighs now, pressing insistently against you through your jeans, grinding against you as he applies more pressure to your hand, wearing an eerily blissful smile as you scream and begin to cry. It's overwhelming to the point of almost making you sick, the pain, the guilt, the promise of pleasure you know more than anything that you shouldn't want as much as you do. Finally, however, he sits back, letting go of your hands, leaving you laying there, sobbing as you cradled your broken hand to your chest. There's no fight in you in this moment, so he makes quick work of undoing your fly and yanking down your jeans.

When you finally come back to yourself, you're left in your underwear, as is HABIT, who's through items you can't see in a drawer. Slowly, you sit up, sniffling. Trying to keep yourself quiet, you stand, even if you know in your heart that it's useless to try, despite the pain, you find yourself enjoying the rest of this game. You manage to get your hands on the doorknob before you feel an arm snake around your middle, and HABIT pressed warm and solid against you.

"Nice try, rabbit," he growled into your ear, before he spins you around to face him, still holding you tightly, "you think you can so much as breathe in this house without me knowing?" You press your lips together in a firm line, trying to still muster hatred inside of you. But you can feel how hard he is, pressed against your thigh.

"Why don't you just control me? Make sure I don't run away; you could make me do anything you want," your lip curls in disgust, but it's an act, and the way HABIT's grinning makes you think that he knows this too.

"Where's the fun in that?" He practically purrs, walking you both back towards the bed. When he sits, he pulls you with him, and to avoid falling you move on instinct, ending up straddling him as he keeps a firm grip on you, keeps you close, "besides," his face is so close now, gaze searching, his other hand on your ass, "I want you nice and complicit," and he kisses you hard. You try to remain still, fight of your urges, but he squeezes your ass and your hips move automatically, grinding against his hardness as you gasp softly. HABIT takes it as an opening to deepen the kiss, and you give in, kissing him back despite knowing better. You don't even need HABIT's encouragement, rocking in his lap in a gentle rhythm, though he hums appreciatively, and you feel shame burn through you.

Before you can even register what's happening, HABIT's reaching behind himself to the bed, and suddenly snapping a cold, metal handcuff around your wrist.

"What the fuck -?"

But he's shifted, pushing you back against the bed, hovering over you so he can slip the other handcuff around one of the bars of the ornate headboard, yanking your other wrist up, handcuffing that one too. Immobilising you. The fight in you returns, and you start kicking, start yanking on the handcuffs, but the headboard is too sturdy to even budge.

"Hey! Stop that! You fucking brat, quit it!" HABIT orders as he fights to pin your legs. You still manage to kick him in the face before he gets you under control, but he's grinning, "you're sending real mixed messages here, rabbit," his voice betrays his genuine irritation, and his nails dig into your thighs.

"The message is that I fucking hate you," you spit back, breathing ragged, but one of HABIT's hands moves up your thigh, between your legs, pushing your lacy panties to the side.

"Then what's the second message?" He gives a shark-like smile as he leans closer to you, easily slipping two fingers into your already drenched cunt, "because it feels like you're pretty fucking desperate for me, rabbit." He curls his fingers inside of you perfectly, and again, and again, and despite refusing to look at him, your hips grind against his hands. When he presses his thumb against your clit, an involuntary moan escapes you, and HABIT laughs, triumphant. You both know he's won.

Both messages are absolutely true.

[riddlemearose]

Wanted to link my time loop fic for anyone who's interested. You can read it on AO3 here.

Tear Streaked Summary: "How many times is this?" Wild asks, giving him a small smile as a greeting. Time sighs. "The last one." "And how many times have you said that to me?" It’s said matter-of-factly, not overconfidently, and Time hates that Wild knows that it’s not his first, second or even third reset. And to think all Time's current problems would be solved if Wild just got out of his way. A.K.A. Unstoppable force meets immovable object. Or the Sans boss fight but the only stake is Time's sanity. And maybe his life. But mostly his sanity.

Relationships: Time & Wild

General Tags:

Time loop

Emotional hurt/comfort

Time whump & angst

Wild angst

As Time nears him, Wild’s eyes drop to the blue ocarina he’s tucking back into his pouch. A small smile spreads across his face, tugging slightly at the edges of his scars.

“How many times is this?” He asks, tilting his head. Of course he knows.

“The last one.” Time sighs.

“And how many times have you said that to me?”

It’s said matter-of-factly, not overconfidently, and Time hates that despite not being able to travel backwards through time, despite his only power being the ability to slow it, Wild somehow still knows that it’s not his first, second or even third reset.

“Let me passed.” He commands.

Wild’s smile turns sad. “You know I can’t, Time.”

“Don’t you understand what I’m trying to do here?!” Time spits the words out, tone harsher and more desperate than he would like to admit. He just needs Wild to understand and listen for once! “I need to get into that temple!”

There’s a long moment where Wild just looks at him, bright eyes narrow and unrelenting. Then, somehow managing to sound both apologetic and unmoving at the same time, he asks, “Have I let you passed yet?”

“I know the others are in there. If they destroy that tablet—”

“There is no magic tablet, Time.” Wild cuts him off, voice turning curt. “I’m guessing I’ve told you this before, right?”

Time scoffs. “I am not cursed, Wild.”

Wild shrugs a shoulder, as casual as can be. “You already know my answer.”

“I’m trying to end this so we can all go home!” Time tries, one final pointless plea.

“Are you, though? Really?”

It’s exactly what he expected.

Fine, Time thinks, reaching for his sword. This time.

Wild watches him do it, face smoothing over and going blank. He doesn’t reach for his weapons, just stands there impassive and silent, his eyes following the way Time unsheathes the Biggoron sword from his back and holds onto it tightly.

And that right there is the issue, the reason he’s here once again.

Wild never approaches, never makes the first move, because his magic is reactionary. He will always have the upper hand if the enemy attacks first. And the worst thing is Time can’t wait for the stalemate to end, no matter how much he wants to push his impulsive descendant into action.

In this Hyrule, this in-between era, is a tablet that holds a spell powerful enough to seal the Shadow away, and everyone else has been cursed to believe it’s instead capable of destroying the world around them. Time’s the only one who escaped the Shadow’s attempt to protect itself, the only one capable of ending all this madness.

He just wishes he didn’t have to go through his boys to do so. He takes a breath, trying to think of a way to incapacitate Wild, one that wouldn’t trigger a flurry rush. Maybe…

Time lunges forward, closing the distance between them rapidly. Wild just watches, his eyes narrowed and focused. Time feints to one side then throws himself into a roll, sliding around Wild’s guard. He leaps, Biggoron sword flashing in the light and—

Wild dodges, flipping backwards over the blade, and vanishes as his feet touch the ground. Time finds himself crumpling to the ground, Wild dancing backwards with Time’s sword flung into the grass somewhere behind him.

Time pants, glaring up at the Champion, who quirks an eyebrow.

“Now what?” he asks.

Of course. Time grabs his ocarina.

Let’s try this again.

“Time, wait!”

[horseshoegirl]

Damn Those Dog Tags: Part 17 - Come a Little Bit Closer

📖 One of my friends who beta-read this for me pointed out there is a scene in here that is very similar to one in Ted Lasso (I've never seen it, though there are a lot of people in my life telling me I should now); so I'm just mentioning there might be a similarity.

There is also something in here that people have been waiting for. Albeit, it's probably not the one scene everyone wants, given recent events. But someone(s) gets karma'd 👀

❗️+18, strong language, godmother reader/original female character, mentions of an original child character, angst, mentions of shitty family dynamics, physical fights, Ruthless Dagger Squad, violence, verbal fights, and mentions of blood.

#7k words

Part 16 | Masterlist | Part 18

“Are you a fucking idiot, Bradley?!”

You slapped Rooster hard on the back of his head, the thwack anything but satisfying.

“He is, indeed, a fucking idiot,” Nat quipped next to you. Bradley frowned at you, rubbing the back of his head. “I thought you would be happy I got to him!”

“You do not invert over another pilot on your team, catch them in a fucking corkscrew, and make them hit the fucking hard deck! Regardless if they are my ex or an asshole!”

It was hopeless to think you could ever stop swearing in Penny’s bar, not when Bradley was still pulling stupid shit like that. Therapy was a big step, but you knew deep down it would take a little more than a few sessions to make him less impulsive.

Maybe even more so from behind the joystick of his jet.

Rooster threw his hands up defensively. "I was just trying to teach him a lesson. You know what he did to you!"

You shot him a look.

Bob rolled his eyes and leaned against the bar, crossing his arms. "And what exactly did you accomplish, Rooster? Besides nearly killing yourself and him?"

Bradley gave him a death glare.

“I don’t care why you did it!” You snapped, tapping the end of the bottle opener hard on the top of the bar as you made your point. “You put yourself and a teammate in danger! You’re lucky Maverick stepped in before you got kicked out!”

You spun the tool in your hand while rolling your eyes, quickly popping the caps off the row of beer bottles lined up in front of you in frustration. Placing one in front of Nat, you handed Bob’s to him with a stern look.

“One, Robert,” You said, holding up your finger. “One, and then I am cutting you off.”

He grabbed the neck of the bottle, nodding and throwing his hand back in what seemed to be a 'yeah, I get it' kind of way. You held back on Roosters, holding it out of his reach, engaging him in a staring contest.

"Promise me."

"Liz."

You shook your head.

"This is not something I'm being funny about, Bradley. Promise me you will not pull that shit again."

"You're being unfair; it was just a dogfight."

You raised your eyebrow, purposely glancing over at the barbell for a split second. "I'll ring the bell on you."

Bradley cocked his eyebrow at you. The bell was something he prided on, never happening to him before. "I'll tell your manager you've been providing bad customer service."

You shrugged. "Go ahead."

Penny would legitimately not care. She'd do more damage to Bradley by chewing him out than you ever could.

"You should see the Yelp reviews when they mention me when I ring the bell on assholes. I don't care. Promise me you won't put yourself in danger anymore just to prove a fucking point."

Rooster made no effort to tear his eyes away from you. 

"Bradley Bradshaw, do you promise me?!" you tried again. When he didn't reply for the second time, you raised your voice, "Lieutenant Bradshaw! Do you promise not to risk your fucking life over proving a point?!"

Bradley blinked.

"Yes, Ma'am."

You thumped the glass bottle to the top of the bar, sliding it towards him with a huff.

“Liz!” Jimmy called out. You turned in his direction with a smile, though you were anything but happy right now.

“The Jukebox is doing that thing again. Can you see what’s wrong?”

“Did you try hitting it?” you called back.

“Several times!”

You sighed. Walking to the other side of the bar, you stopped in front of Bradley, pointing your finger into his chest.

“You pull that shit again, therapy or not, I swear to god, Bradley..." You couldn't even formulate the rest of your sentence, throwing your hands up in frustration and letting out a garbled yell as you walked away.

You approached the Juxebox with a huff, grabbing the sides as you peered into the glass. The machine was turned on, but the needle hadn't touched the spinning disc.

Someone slung their arm over the top of the machine, startling you with an almost empty beer bottle in their hand. 

"First, it was the keg, now it's the jukebox. What else is on your hit list, darlin'?"

You stiffened.

You hadn't seen Jake since that night. The minute you managed to get the courage to leave Rooster's Bronco, you cleared out your house of anything to do with him, his overnight bag sitting on your porch when you went to pick up Sadie.

It was gone when you came back home.

And It was suddenly like he hadn’t existed. You hadn’t found yourself going through what you assumed was the traditional aftermath of breaking up with someone. You hadn’t eaten a tub of ice cream, binged rom-coms or cried your eyes out except on the drive home. 

And that had been it.

No calls. No texts. No apologies. 

Without turning to face him, you remarked sarcastically, "Your over-inflated ego, but something tells me I'm going to need something bigger than a broken jukebox to take down."

Jake glanced at the machine, knocking it hard with the side of his boot.

You don't know what was worse, that the machine came to life or that it started up in the middle of the song, 'Come a Little Bit Closer' by Jay and the Americans, started up in the most ironic part.

Come a little bit closer. You're my kind of man, so big and so strong.

The quip fell easy from your lips. “Oh, what do you know, a knight in shining armour, solving all my problems.”

You don't know what you were trying to achieve by being like this. You just wanted him gone. But Jake didn't leave. Instead, he smiled at you. "You always have a way with words, don't you?"

You rolled your eyes. Snatching the bottle from his grip, you turned on your heel.

"What are you doing here, Jake?" you called out, knowing he would follow you.

"I just want to talk."

"I have nothing to say to you."

He quicked his pace, jogging up and interrupting your path. You stopped, gritting your teeth and twisting your hand away from him in frustration.

"Liz, please."

You huffed. You finally met his eyes, your gaze hard. “What is there to say, Jake? What could you say to me other than I was another bartender on your list? I just wish you had the common decency not to involve my niece in this, you asshole.” 

He opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by a shout across the bar. 

"Jake!"

George had called out to his brother, surrounded by a group of women. When Jake turned at the mention of his name, George was already waving him over.

You couldn't blame the women shooting him flirty glances, eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat. You just wished the pang in your chest didn't hurt as much as it did.

"Go ahead," you offered with a tense smile. "You made your intentions known. You are free to do whatever the hell you want now."

Jake faced you, his expression faltering as the edges of his mouth twitched, failing miserably to hold on to some semblance of confidence.

"You don't think I know that?" he remarked. "I think about it all the time."

“You should've thought of a lot of things before, Jake," you sighed, stepping backwards and away from him. "Don’t start on my account now.”

---

Why George had decided to stick around, Jake had no idea why. Maybe it was insurance that the damage he had done was permanent. 

Jake just wanted him to get the hell out of dodge. 

He wasn’t even paying attention to the conversation he’d been roped into when you walked away from him. He had no other choice but to walk over and let George introduce him to the two ladies he had been flirty with. 

Jake knew what George was doing. He was trying to entice him back into his old ways. It was clear as day to anyone George would be going home with this woman tonight. 

The other one, he thought her name was Bree or something along those lines, was trying to engage him in a conversation, batter her eyes or flirt. But he hadn’t so much as blinked, too caught up in how you shot him down and walked away from him. 

It wasn’t until George opened his mouth to answer a question that Jake snapped out of his trance and caught the last end of his sentence. 

“I guess having played football in high school makes it easier. My throwing hand is awesome when playing darts, though.”

That pipped his interest.

"Since when have you played darts?" he finally spoke up. 

"Since we hired a few new ranch hands,” George shrugged. “All they want to do is drink, sleep, and play darts. It's great for introducing yourself to other ranch owners. I practically win them over each time," he remarked, trying to throw in a bit of modesty.

The gears started to grind in Jake's head. And slowly but surely, the cocky-ass Mona Lisa smile came back. 

He nodded towards the dartboard. "Wanna play a game?"

George raised his eyebrow, taking a swing of his beer, "Want something else to lose your dignity to?"

Jake's grin didn't lessen. In fact, there was a certain glint in his eyes when he replied, "Something like that."

---

A crowd had gathered around the dart board while they had been playing. Practically, the whole bar was suddenly invested in this little game.

And you, leaning up against a pillar next to Bob, who had ushered you away from your post for a few seconds to watch the end of the game. Your arms were crossed, and you had a slight frown, watching him with sad eyes.

It was clear you wanted to be back behind the bar, not standing here, watching the person responsible for your broken heart play a fucking game of darts.

It wasn't even really a game. Jake could land a bullseye with his eyes literally closed. The regulars knew it, too. So, why was he purposely throwing darts with his non-dominant hand? You had no idea.

From what you could tell from when you were behind the bar, he still played well enough. They went for the long haul, starting at 501 points and slowly working their way down. Coyote and Rooster had decided to keep track, using the chalkboard on the side. George had led throughout the game and was still leading, but Jake was always close by enough to make it interesting.

Then George landed enough points that if Jake didn't get exactly what he needed to on his turn, George would win the game with his next. You didn't know why Bob pulled you over here; maybe it was to see Jake lose. Or to see George fail.

You have yet to determine which would be the better option at this point. And yet, you still couldn't bring yourself to step away.

You leaned over to Bob to ask, "What does he need to win?"

Bob sighed. "Two triples in the 20 slot and a bullseye. The bullseye needs to be last."

"What are the stakes?" you frowned.

Bob only shook his head next to you. "Nothing, from what I know."

George spun from his position, smiling at everyone cheering for him. He came to stand next to Jake, patting him hard on the back a few times.

"I don't know if you were trying to prove something, brother," he laughed, "But good game. We should do this again sometime."

Jake did the one thing he wanted to do his whole life.

He laughed at his brother.  

"George, I never understood why you've had this grudge against me for my entire life," he said, stepping out of George’s grip on his shoulder. 

Jake twirled the dart between two of his fingers, shaking his head. With a little sleight of hand, you watched as he switched his grip, the dart now in his dominant hand. You stood from leaning against the pillar and uncrossed your arms.

"You had it all. Dad's approval, the football career. All the girls flocking to your side in high school. You’ve spent your entire life under his thumb, chasing approval.”

He cut his eyes to you, seeing the frown on your face, and knew he had to continue. Stepping up to the mark, he squared his shoulders, eyeing the board.

“Trust me when I say this - you might've been the chosen one in Dad's eyes, but out here, in the real world? That doesn't mean shit."

Jake threw his first dart, the spike landing within the safety of the triple twenty. Everyone watching caught their breath in surprise.

Jake's smirk grew bolder, the fiery confidence he was known for blazing in his eyes as he looked back at his brother.  "Do you want to know what I would have said to you the day you were talking shit about Liz and Sadie?"

A quiet gasp escaped your lips.

George's mouth twitched.

“I agreed with you for one thing and one thing only. I know I won’t be welcomed back,” he stated. “I couldn’t give a damn if I am.” 

Something burned deep inside Jake’s chest as he pushed on, needing George to hear what he was saying desperately. 

" Sadie? She sees right through your bullshit. But she will not hesitate to stand up for someone if she thinks they are being mistreated. She’s so mature for her age, and I am damn proud to be her uncle.” 

He knew he shouldn’t have called himself that but was too caught up to care. 

“And Liz? The world throws so much bullshit at her, and she still chooses to be kind, even when she still buries her grief, because she doesn’t want her niece to see her cry.” 

Jake shook his head, a sad smile on his face. “I found people who, despite knowing my flaws, chose to stand by me. Not hold them against me.”

Jake threw the second dart, hitting the board next to his previous dart within the rim. 

"I remember all the nights you came home, mirroring Dad's words, telling me how worthless I was.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “Now I just realize you were literally copying everything he had to say to you from that day. Making yourself feel better.”

He'd never admit Rooster forcing the both of them in a Corkscrew is what made him realize it. He had been regurgitating every diminishing word and sentence his father had screamed at him growing up back at Rooster's face, hoping it would make him feel better.

He picked at the tail end of his dart, the weight of it familiar and comforting, before glancing at George's face.

"You ever heard of Roosevelt?" he asked nonchalantly. George eyed him carefully, "What does a dead president have to do with a game of darts?'

Jake had a conceited grin on his lips. "Well, he had this quote, and I'm probably butchering this, but he said critics don't count. Or the person who points out how we stumble or how someone could have done something better." 

Jake twisted from his mark on the ground, standing square in front of George as he continued to explain his point.

"Because the credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly... and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly."

Jake's voice was steady, but his eyes bore into George's with a fire. "All my life, George, I've been in that arena. I've stumbled and failed, but I didn't listen to someone from the sidelines telling me how to live my life."

Jake lifted his hand, never taking his eyes once off George.

"It's time I remembered that," he said, thinking about Sadie. "You shouldn't have to either."

He flicked his wrist forward, letting his dart fly.

Bullseye.

He heard the thump of the dart hitting the board, and cheers erupted throughout the Hard Deck. Jake had thrown a dart enough times to know whether or not it had hit its mark; he didn't need to look. Even Rooster was laughing at the utter shock and disbelief across George's face.

"I'm living my life, George," he said, patting him on his shoulder, leaving his hand there. "It's about time you did the same."

For once in his life, Jake had managed to stand up to his brother. But the moment wasn't as satisfactory as he might have imagined - He found himself thinking it didn't matter.

Because as he stepped away from George to look back to where you had been, he realized you hadn't been there to see it.

---

Your shift came and went in a blur after Jake and George’s dart game. The squad still hung back well past closing hours, watching and even helping as you closed up the bar, except Rooster, who was messing around on the piano.

Jake was still here. And George. 

They had been out on the patio for over an hour now, simply talking. You tried not to pay them much mind as you tried to get through your remaining tasks quickly, but you couldn’t help but look out the back windows occasionally, unable to take your eyes off the Seresin brothers for long.

George approached Jake soon after he escaped the crowds. There had been no fights, no punches thrown or someone storming out. In fact, every time you looked up, the two seemed to be inching closer to each other.

Damn him and that cocky grin. Why'd he have to be so... Jake?

You didn’t want to be a spectator to Jake’s theatrics during that display during their dart game. Leaving before he threw that last dart, you were now questioning yourself… if you walked away to shield yourself or to punish him. 

While he stood up for himself against George, in the back of your mind, there was an insistent voice whispering that maybe, just maybe, that display was also for you too. 

Some of you ached at the idea of him seeking validation and needing to prove himself. And that's what hurt the most: that deep down, under layers of stubbornness and hurt, you still cared for him.

If it was, you weren’t ready. Not for this. Not for answers or explanations. You deserved more than whatever that was. 

But you still heard him. Heard everything he said to George.  

You really didn’t know what to make of it. 

The sound of the front door slamming up against the wall, rattling some of the portrait frames, startled you from your thoughts. There was a momentary thought of remembering you really needed to lock the front door when you were closing, but it was washed away just as quickly as it came.

You couldn’t take your eyes off Tyler’s body as he charged forward, finger pointed towards you with a seething glare. “You fucking bitch!”

You stepped backwards, the sharp edge of the sink hitting your spine hard. A few glasses jolted from the force of it, sliding off the ledge and shattering to the ground. Rooster’s playing stopped immediately, and the piano bench toppled to the ground.

Was it anger? Shock? Disbelief the past few weeks of not seeing him coursing through your veins responsible for your reaction? You knew Tyler was dangerous, but deep down, you hated how easily you cowered at his appearance.

Tyler didn't get very far in his effort to get to you. Bradley came out of nowhere, something out of a comic, with his fist flying, punching Tyler square in the jaw.

“That was for Sadie, you bastard!”

Unfortunately for Bradley, Tyler only keeled over briefly before taking a swing. Rooster had not been prepared for him to retaliate, thinking his punch would have been enough to put the asshole on the ground.

Tyler had taken more punches and hits to the face as a football player than the average person would in their life. While Jake had managed to get him on the ground when he tried to kidnap Sadie, and Rooster was fitter than the average person, it would take much more than Jake and Bradley combined to keep Tyler there.

The uppercut to Bradley’s jaw could be heard from miles away, and you could only stand there, watching helplessly, as Bradley crashed backwards into a wooden table, his name a cry on your lips as the pieces scattered.

Whether or not they heard your cry or the commotion, the rest of the Daggers swarmed the island bar as Tyler watched Bradley roll on the ground amongst the splinters in some twisted sense of pride.

Whether you could realize it at the time or not, that would be his biggest mistake.

Nat was the first one there, the first one to put herself between you and Tyler, readying herself in case he tried to leap over the bar to get to you. Javy, Fanboy and Payback had run from opposite sides of the room to surround Rooster and Tyler, Bradley finally rolling himself off the broken table on the ground and pulling himself up.

And Jake, almost breaking the sliding door as he bolted inside to get to you, George on his heels. Rooster was too happy to stand beside him as Jake placed himself before everyone else, this hand twitching in anticipation of a fight.

"This is the one who did all that?"

Jake side-eyed George as he came up from the back to flank him on his other side.

"What?" he remarked, puffing out his chest and not once taking his eyes off Tyler. "I'm not that much of an asshole to know that's not how we treat women. Or children. We should drag his ass back to Texas and show him some southern hospitality."

Nat cocked her head at Tyler, speaking up from her spot next to the bar. "You must be a complete idiot to walk back in here after what you did to them."

Tyler shrugged, a sickening smile on his face. "I've got nothing left to lose. Literally."

"What, Daddy cut you off and kicked you out?" Rooster asked, spitting out the blood pooling in his mouth.

With the presence of your friends, you managed to calm down a little bit. You were still scared, which would never change as long as you could see his face, but you could take in Tyler's state more clearly.

Dark circles under his eyes. Blonde hair, greasy. He was still wearing that same freaking white sweater, only it looked like it hadn't been washed in days.

Rooster was right. Tyler had been cut off, indeed.

Fanboy and Payback, having realized what was going on, went to either exit to stand guard. You weren't sure whether to keep people out or keep someone in. But Tyler hadn’t noticed. He was too preoccupied to remove his eyes from Jake.

You watched as Tyler glanced at everyone around the bar, obviously bothered by Rooster's remark but not addressing it. "Seeing a lot of protectors here. Must be that 'Navy bravado,' huh? All show, no substance. We've all seen how they fail when it matters most.”

Ironically, it was George who intervened first. “This isn’t your place, man. Walk away before you get hurt.” 

Tyler flicked his eyes between Jake and George, a smirk playing on his lips, “This is interesting. Another misguided soul ready to join this little squad over here?” 

George smiled at him, nodding at Tyler, cracking his knuckles, “Just somebody who doesn’t like your face.” 

Your voice was hoarse, vocal cords feeling like they were being dragged over jagged rocks, when you asked, “What the hell are you doing here, Tyler?” 

He didn’t even give you the courtesy of looking at you when he replied, “Respect! What else? 

Jake scoffed with amusement, "By wearing that dirty sweater and showing up here drunk and messed up? You're doing a great job, really. I applaud you."

Tyler doubled back with that all-too-familiar smug smirk, " Alright, saw through that one, did you,” He chuckled before he teased. “I came to see how Sadie's holding up. It must be hard, having her favourite play-hero away. Unless you've moved up from being her 'uncle' to something more."

Jake's face immediately paled, his entire demeanour changing from cocky to pure rage in a fraction of a second. The atmosphere in the room grew dense with tension. "You say her name again, and I'll make sure it's the last word you ever speak."

Still grinning but with an undercurrent of faux uncertainty, Tyler raised his hands in mock surrender, "Just stating facts, Jake."

George, sensing the danger in his brother, whispered a warning, "Easy, Jake."

But Jake's voice came out as a dangerous whisper, all restraint seemingly gone, "You wanna dance? Let's fucking dance."

Jake charged, tackling Tyler to the ground as you stood there wide-eyed and in shock. Rooster and Coyote flanked the grappling pair while George kneeled, calling out to Jake all the spots Tyler was leaving himself open. The sound of flesh hitting flesh accompanied Jake’s punches, and you couldn't bring yourself to look away.

A startled cry escaped your lips as you felt someone put their hands on your cheeks, turning you away from the fight and wiping away your tears. Bob had somehow found his way into the bar with you and was currently forcing you to stare at his face.

“Nope, you don’t need to witness any of this.”

"How much trouble are they going to get into because of this?" you asked, scared out of your mind. Bar fights were a thing that could get you kicked out of the Navy.

Bob glanced over to the fight. Nat was walking towards the back door, her phone pressed to her ear, no doubt calling the police. As his eyes tracked back to Tyler, George and Javy had now joined the fight, the elder Seresin brother grabbing Tyler by the back of his neck and his belt, tossing him like a bale of hay onto the top of a nearby table as Rooster surprisingly helped Jake up from the floor.

The legs splintered under the force with a sickening crack. It wasn’t until you shuttered at the sound and let out a soft whimper between his hands he remembered you asked him a question.

"None," his voice was firm. "As far as anyone knows, he walked in here like that."

"Bob..." you whimpered. He stroked a piece of hair away from your face soothingly. "I'm not going to be the one that says he doesn't deserve what's coming to him. Tyler’s not walking out of here now. He literally signed his own death sentence."

Deep down, you knew that. Tyler against not one, but three navy pilots and Jake’s brother? There was no way he was walking away from that.

The sound of glass shattering caused you to jolt again.

"Penny's so going to fire me after this," you managed to say through tears. Bob gave you an affectionate smile. "No way, you're the best bartender she's had in years. You put up with so much shit, and Sadie would no doubt give her two cents. She seems to be doing that a lot lately."

"Bobby..." you huffed through a sob. "You've never heard you swear before."

He shrugged, wiping away one of your tears. "I guess there's a first time for everything."

Bob hadn't covered your ears. He was only keeping your eyes off the ongoing violence. So you could hear everything going on. There were no more crashes, glass breaking, or wood splitting in two. You could only hear the rhythmic sound of flesh hitting hard flesh.

The next cry out of Tyler's mouth made you stiffen.

"I'm sorry, Elizabeth!" he gave an almost whine as Bradley laid a punch to his stomach. "I'm sorry for all of it!"

Oh.

Fuck.

No.

Where you were once scared, pure anger builds in your stomach. You pull Bob’s hands away from your face, swatting away his feeble attempts to reach for you. You marched towards the exit doors of the bar, rounding the corner to get to the group.

Jake saw you approaching first with a sharp lift of his head, tapping George on the shoulder, who looked up at his brother before his eyes landed on you, catching on instantly. He grabbed Tyler by the back of his sweater, hoisting him up onto his knees before changing his grip to the middle of his back. Jake gritted his teeth as he tugged Tyler's head back with a vice grip on his hair.

You kneeled down in front of him, taking in his face.

Even bruised and bloody, Tyler looked nothing like the egotistical sociopath you knew him to be. Nothing like the villain that stalked you months before this or when he walked into the bar all those weeks ago.

This version of Tyler looked desperate, unhinged, but on the verge of a last straw. You couldn't say seeing that white hoodie stained red was unpleasurable. To say he had nothing left to lose was one thing, but seeing it across his battered face was another.

“You’re sorry?” you snarked. “You’re sorry you abused my sister? Are you sorry you killed her? Sorry, you tried to kidnap my niece?!”

You wanted to nail him across the face. You wanted to know the absolute pain and heartache and suffering he had put you through. He took Ridley from you. He hurt Sadie. He hurt you.

But then you took in the room, Jake and George kneeling behind him. Bradley and Javy standing by, ready to pounce the second he might try to escape. And the state of the bar, the damage sobering your thoughts.

No questions asked.

You noticed the ties of his sweater were out of place. Lifting your hand, you fixed one back into place, smoothing the string down before looking him dead in the eye.

"I could fucking care less."

Approaching sirens could be heard outside the bar, making everyone hold their punches. You stood, turning your back on the display to rejoin Bob, who had followed you out from the relative safety of the bar.

You wouldn't give Tyler the satisfaction. Ultimately, he was still a narcissist, wanting a reaction.

"Tie him up," you heard Jake command. Despite Bob urging you not to look once again, you couldn't help yourself. You needed to see this. To see Tyler caught and unable to do anything but accept his fate.

You needed to know you and Sadie were safe.

Coyote was handing George a sailor's rope he had torn off the wall, having pulled the twisted pieces apart. Jake pressed his knee down onto Tyler's back, pinning him to the floor as George quickly hog-tied his hands together, not that he'd be going anywhere. The group of men had done enough damage. Tyler wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.

Everything happened so quickly in the moments after. The police burst through the front door. George was holding up some sort of badge, and you were suddenly rushed out into the parking lot by Bob and Nat.

Penny was already there, greeting you outside with extreme worry in her eyes, sweeping you up into a hug the second she saw you. She was trying to console you, tell you Sadie was safe with Mav and that you would be alright. You didn’t realize you started shaking until she pulled back in concern to ask what had happened.

Your breath hitched as you shakily joked, “I promise I’m not purposely wrecking your bar. I don't know where these assholes come from."

Penny huffed out a laugh and a sad smile. Biting her lip, she reached out and stroked your hair at the side of your face as only a mother could. She tugged you into her hold, refusing to let you go.

You don't know how long you stood there until Nat tapped you on the shoulder. She pulled you into her side and looped her arm around Penny's, holding you upright as the front door of the Hard Deck opened. A pair of Police officers were dragging Tyler out, still hog-tied and a mess. George was behind them, following them while speaking to another officer.

When you watched the police car containing Tyler in the back seat roll off into the distance, and a tow truck rolled that stupid white piece of machinery away, you finally felt like you could breathe.

Tyler's frightening hold over both you and Sadie was over.

And yet, it wasn’t as much of a relief as it should have been.

---

You wanted to stay away from the Choas unfolding in and around the Hard Deck. 

Taking the first chance you could, you escaped when nobody was looking, eventually finding yourself sitting in Penny's chair on the beach. 

Less than a year ago, you were sitting in the chair, unaware of what was about to happen to you. You who were desperately trying to get through a book by reading the same page twice. Gawking at a pilot playing Dog fight football who you knew was off limits, trying to get by till the following Saturday night. 

Then Ridley's ex came for you and Sadie. You had fallen in love with said pilot. Learned your sister was murdered. Your best friend hurt your feelings. You had gotten your heart broken by said pilot. 

You didn't know what was worse, the fact you had seen and experienced all this trauma, or that Ridley's death and abscene were still triumphing over all that. 

You jolted when someone placed a blanket around your shoulders.

George Seresin retracted his hands just as quickly as he placed the blanket around you, holding them up in surrender. 

You didn't have anything to say to him, choosing to remain stoic as he lowered himself into the sand, sitting with his back in front of the armrest of your chair. 

It was a full minute before he finally spoke. 

"I need to apologize, Liz."

You scoffed, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders. "Apologize for the derogatory display of how you treat women? Or what you said to Jake to make him act the way he did?" 

At least this time, George had the decency to look shameful. 

"If his words at the dart game weren't any indication, I know you egged him on. He was trying to get you to back off, in his own twisted away.” 

"I still need to apologize. For all of it," he sighed, rubbing his temples. "It wasn't my place to do that to the two of you." 

"Yours is not the one I need right now," you spat, lifting your feet off the ground and curling into the depths of the chair. 

Either one of you spoke for a few minutes after that. George seemed to ponder his thoughts, scanning the horizon but not finding anything. The waves were both loud and quiet, making the world smaller than it actually was.

You couldn't handle it. 

"Do you realize the gravity of what you did, George?" you said heatedly, uncurling yourself from the chair and submerging your feet into the sand. "You weren't just egging him on. You were meddling in someone's relationship because your father asked you to."  

"Yes, I know." 

"Do you know how fucked up that is?" 

"Jake doing that grand display with the darts painted a pretty clear picture in my head." 

You rolled your eyes. "When was the last time you asked yourself if you were truly happy, George?"

George thought about it for a second before he replied, "When I became the livestock official back home."

"And let me guess, you made that decision all on your own, without any influence from your father?"

He looked down at the sand, grabbing a handful before watching it fall back to the ground. "Kind of. When I got the ranch, it wasn't by choice. But this felt like the first one I could make by myself."

"You just proved everything that Jake said, right." 

You huffed, frustration evident. "How do you plan on making up to him?"

George took a deep breath, steadying himself. "By supporting Jake genuinely in whatever he chooses. And by ensuring our father doesn't come between you two again."

Your eyes searched his for any sign of deceit, but all you saw was raw honesty. 

"Jake loves you. It's clear as day. Don't let this get between the two of you." 

You spat out a laugh, a high-pitchy sound you hoped would tell him you saw right through his bullshit. "Right."

"Liz, he didn't agree with the BS I was spilling to agree with me. Don't hold it against him."

 "But he went through with it," you countered. "Even if it was some twisted idea of dealing with all the bullshit you and the rest of your family throw at him save Janet, he still said those things. He still hurt me."

You threw yourself back into your chair instead. "I don't know anymore, George. I don't know what to think anymore." 

George dropped his head to his chest, furrowing his brow. "You know, you didn't allow him to explain that day. Or today even." 

That made you sit up. "Are you saying I should have?"

"I'm saying," he replied, "Whatever happened to giving someone a chance to know that people care? Even when other people think they don't deserve it?"

"That's different."

Maybe," he nodded. "But something is missing. I think that's only rooted in what other people think, not when they've done something to you." 

George's words made your voice catch in your throat.

"Give him a chance to explain, Liz. Just listen to what he has to say. Then make your decision." 

Suddenly you were wishing for the asshole from a week ago. Because, deep down, you knew he was right. 

"George, I mean this in the nicest way possible. You have potential. Listen to what your brother told you. You can't have your father tell you what to do for the rest of your life." 

He glanced down to the sand but tilted his head towards you so you knew he was still listening to what you had to say. 

"Ridley and I... My sister... We went through the same thing with our father. And I was so young, I didn't know any better. But she got us out before any more damage could be done. You still can get out. You don't need him in your life." 

"Is it wrong for me to want his approval?" 

You bit your lip, surprised at his question. "No. He's your father. It's natural you'd want that. But you shouldn't have to change who you are. You shouldn't have to seek his approval when he hasn't been someone worthy of giving it." 

George nodded, more to himself than to you, finally managing to mumble, "Jake is lucky to have you in his life. Sadie, too."

Even after everything that happened today, you still gave him a soft smile. "You're not that bad, George,” you said before adding, “When you want to be.”

He shook his head, the corners of his mouth turning upward slightly. "Don't let it get to my head. I might end up like Jake."

You reached over and patted his shoulder. "That wouldn't be a bad thing."

---

George left you a little while ago when an officer sought him out to take a statement. The night air was nipping at your skin, even with the blanket around your shoulders, and yet, you didn’t know how you would sleep after this, the adrenaline spike still showing no signs of slowing down. 

You didn’t know what to feel, the myriad of emotions thrown at you over the past week, month, and even year - any one of them would have sufficed. But you couldn’t bring yourself to figure it out. To live through any of them.

You just wanted to get through the rest of the day.

Dragging your feet through the sand, you made your way up the back steps of the Hard Deck’s back patio, shutting the door behind you. Shrugging the blanket off your shoulders, you gently placed it on the pool table, readying yourself to take in the true extent of the damage Tyler had wrought on the place.

The bar was dimly lit, save for the neon flashes of red and blue pulsing through the windows. There were splintered pieces of wood from the broken tables still littering the room, chairs overturned and scattered menus. With shards of glass and the thick smell of alcohol, you hated seeing the bar in such a state.

And in the middle of it all, Jake, sitting on a barstool with his head bowed and his hands resting on his knees. It was a stark image, seeing Jake’s knuckles bloody and bruised, his hair dishevelled. Looking less than himself. Utterly defeated.

It was a moment you weren’t supposed to see. A moment nobody was supposed to see.

And yet…

He didn’t hear your footsteps as you went behind the bar to grab a clean cloth, nor did he hear you take a metal bowl from under the sink and fill it with water. Or the ruckus as you fought with the first aid box.

It was only when you reached for one of his hands, having come to stand in front of him to run that cloth over his skin, that he jolted out of whatever stupor he had found himself in.

“Liz, I…”

You shook your head, shushing him. “Not now, Jake. Not tonight.”

He let you clean the blood from his hands. Let you dab at the split skin surrounding his knuckles. He was stiff as you worked, eyes tracking your every movement, from how you delicately held the bottom of his hand to watching you ring the cloth over the bowl. The water had already turned red by the second time you’d cleaned the fabric.

You reached for some antiseptic from the first aid kit, tilting the bottle forward as your finger held the cotton swab in place. Jake hissed when you placed the soaked cotton swab on his raw skin, his other hand shooting out quickly to grip your wrist tight.

His touch did feel like Sandpaper. But it wasn't as coarse, not as rough as you made yourself believe. You halted your fingers, the cotton swab falling to the floor at the shock of his touch.

“Sorry,” a quiet murmur on your lips. Jake eye’s darkened, a flicker of something passing through. He loosened his grip on your wrist but didn’t let go, letting his fingers slide loosely down to your wrist. You followed his touch, watching as careful fingers caressed the palm of your hand.

"You don't have to do this, Liz," he stated, his voice rough.

"Yes, I do," you replied softly, keeping your eyes fixated on his hand. "Someone has to. You certainly won’t."

"You're always caring for me."

You reached with your free hand for another cotton swab, but Jake stopped you, meeting your hand with his. He brought it down, and you let him pull you gently into the space between his legs. 

"Do I deserve it?" He whispered, playing with your fingers. "Especially from you."

You swallowed hard. "That's up to you. But I can’t stand by and watch you be hurt."

You finally gathered the courage to look up at his face. It was a miracle Tyler didn’t do much damage other than a slight bruise along his forehead.

“Otherwise, you’ll go crazy,” he remarked, recalling when Sadie was in the hospital. "Even when I've hurt you."

"Jake..." his name a quiet plead on your lips.

He let his hands glide up your wrists to your forearms, the air between the two of you heated as he leaned forward, hooded gaze intent on your lips.

"If not tonight, when?" he whispered.

Your foreheads met, you more than him, allowing yourself to press your weight against his skin. The two of you came together like this, a series of almost kisses and burning moments that left the two of you wanting more. 

Except that was when you thought you couldn't have him when everyone was screaming at you not to get involved with him.

You're not sure what it is now. Because the person who swore so long ago never to let Jake be in a position where he could break your heart was crawling out from the depths, insisting you push him away and run for the hills.

But Jake's breath, mixing with yours, lulled you into his gentle pull, hands tugging you into him as you felt him lightly graze your lips with his.

What would it be like to memorize the touch of his lips one last time?

Penny’s voice startled the two of you, making the both of you jolt back and away from each other.

"Come on, all this wait till tomorrow."

Whether she was referring to the mess in the bar or your relationship, you couldn't tell. 

You cleaned up the first aid supplies as Jake switched holding an ice bag you gave him between his hands and face. Penny locked up the bar behind the pair of you once you finished, always standing between you and Jake.

He followed the both of you hesitantly into the parking lot, unsure what he could say or do.

At the last second, you turned. You looked up at him, really looked at him for the first time since you yelled at him that day in the Hard Deck, a quiet mummer and a sad smile on your lips as you said, "Thank you, Jake."

Then, with Penny guiding you with a hand around your shoulders, you left towards your car, keys in her hand.

He could only watch every step you took, watching as the distance between the pair of you grew, left wondering if there was still hope for him to make things up to you after all. 

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Part 18 - Sapling is in-process

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So I was tagged by @middlingmay & @swifty-fox days ago but then I had a mental breakdown over choosing which part to share so to make up for that here’s one rly long one and a bit of porn at the end lmao either way figure skating au coming soon ig

When he arrives at John's apartment, he finds him lounging on his bed in a pair of loose, threadbare boxers, a lit joint hanging from his lips. He leans against the bedroom door after shutting it and watches as John brings a hand up to lightly pinch it, inhales, before taking it out of his mouth. Gale’s face immediately wrinkles in disgust at the smell.

“You knew I was coming, did you really have to start with that shit?”

Bucky smirks, sliding it back into his mouth. “I’m sorry princess, I forgot my life revolves around you.” His voice is rough and tight as he holds the smoke in before letting it out in a faint, wispy cloud.

“I texted you in the middle of the afternoon and you immediately responded.”

“That’s just cause I’m easy, doll, don’t mean nothing.”

Gale feels his stomach twist at those words, at the idea of being nothing to John, still on edge from listening to those delusional idiots earlier. He wants to lash out, scream, pissed off at the world that he feels anything at all. Instead, he sneers and drops down onto the bed beside John. He reaches over, plucks the half smoked joint from between John’s lips, and smashes it into nothing in the ashtray resting on John’s stomach as he startles.

“What the fuck, man?”

Gale quickly grabs the overflowing ashtray off John's stomach and slides it on the floor before replying.

“Do you wanna smoke or do you wanna fuck me?"

He watches as John's eyes glaze over the minute he says fuck, unsure whether it's the weed or the idea of Gale underneath him.

"Fuck you, obviously, but that don't mean you need to waste my shit."

Gale can't fight his eye roll, "Get the fuck over it, I'm doing you a favor even being in your bed right now and you're worried about some shitty weed that's probably mostly seeds and stems instead of the fact that I could be anywhere else right now."

John jerks up, an affronted noise falling from his lips. "First, you don't come into a man's bed and insult his rolling capabilities, no joint I've ever rolled has had any stems in it, and second-"

Gale doesn't even let him finish before he's slapping a hand across his mouth, looking him straight in the eyes from inches away. "Just shut the fuck up and kiss me, John."

and some porn for u all:

He feels more than hears John groan against his neck.

"Fuck, doll, you gotta try and be quiet, baby, two of my roommates are home."

Like Gale has any control over the noises John is punching out of his body right now. Like Gale wants to sound like a desperate bitch in heat the moment John's cock is inside of him. Like John isn't doubling his efforts and fucking into Gale even harder and faster, one hand tangling into Gale's hair as he pulls Gale against his shoulder to try and muffle the sounds.

Gale's teeth are latching onto the skin and biting down before he even knows what he's doing. He can feel John's hips jerk and stutter inside of him at the feeling of Gale's blunt teeth imbedding themselves into the thick meat of John's shoulder.

not tagging anyone bc I’m so late but I am on ur blogs and in ur walls reading whatever snippets you post so pls post them so I can have nutrients <3

[littlemourningstarr]

You're Mine

Is there anything better than damn near tearing the sanity of the one you love to shreds first thing in the morning? Sekh would argue no, there truly isn't.

Read on AO3!

Pairing: Astarion x Transmasc tav

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Transmasc tav, Dom/sub undertones, overstimulation, hand jobs, multiple orgasms, anal sex, we suck the strap in this house, dirty talk, praise kink

Sekh stepped out of the early morning sun and into the blissful low light of his home, the door shutting tightly behind him. He was covered in a sheen of sweat from his morning workout, his hair knotted haphazardly at the base of his neck, in nothing but a pair of pants cuffed part way up his calves and short boots.

He ached pleasantly, mostly in his arms and torso. He’d jogged back from the docks, where he spent the morning climbing about as the fishers and traders got ready for their day to begin. He’d become quite friendly with all of them- granted, he knew probably half of them before he’d really set himself to a physical routine.

Hells, he knew far more people than he had ever expected to, at any stage in his life. Word got around when you were a good alchemist.

“Yenna, you up?” he called, getting only silence in response. He headed into the small living room, found a torn piece of paper left on the little table, next to one of his pulsing magenta plants, the writing a scrawl that was just a bit neater than Sekh’s.

He would never live down that even Yenna’s handwriting was better than his.

He picked it up, noted that she had already gone out to get herself into trouble, and set it back down without concern. She was far old enough now that she was free to do as she wished- and he never wanted to coddle her. Besides, she had proven throughout the years that she could keep herself out of trouble- and get herself out of the worst.

Sekh headed upstairs, pushing open his bedroom door. Astarion was still sprawled on his belly, having partially slipped onto Sekh’s side of the bed, his face pushed into the drow’s pillow. Sekh smiled to himself, walked over quietly and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for Astarion’s mass of long, white curls, stroking them gently.

The vampire stirred, lifted his head slightly, pretty red eyes glimpsing Sekh through thick silver lashes. At the sight of his drow Astarion gave a sleepy but free smile, and Sekh moved his hand from his hair, traced Astarion’s jaw with a single finger.

“Good morning sweetheart,” Sekh offered, as Astarion shifted properly onto his side, so he could gaze up at him. Still waking and enthralled looking.

Sekh didn’t think he’d ever truly get used to someone looking at him like that.

“Is it late?” Astarion asked, sliding his hand along the sheet, flipping it palm up- an invitation. Sekh covered the vampire’s hand with his own, let their fingers lace together.

“No. If you’re still tired, go back to sleep.” 

Astarion hummed over that, flashing another toothy smile. “Do you mean that, or are you just trying to get out of spending the morning with your dismal attempts at elvish?” Sekh scrunched his face up in mock annoyance as Astarion laughed. He felt it had only been fair, since Astarion had spent a year learning drowic, that he turn around and learn elvish from his partner.

And Sekh’s pronunciation left… well, plenty to be desired. But he was trying.

“I had meant it, but if you’re going to be an ass, then maybe you should get up and listen to my dismal attempts.” Astarion’s smile turned to a grin as he rolled onto his back, yanking at Sekh’s hand. The drow didn’t fight the pull, sprawled himself over his lover’s bare chest, as Astarion nuzzled into his neck, breathed in the scent of sweat and salt from the bay on his skin. “Astarion I am covered in sweat-”

“Oh I know pet,” the vampire whispered, and Sekh felt the drag of his fangs along his throat- more an affectionate gesture than a sweet threat of the bite.

Sekh didn’t suppress a warm shiver. “And let me guess- you like it.” He pulled his hand free from Astarion’s, shoved at the blanket that was tangled around Astarion’s legs, up along his hips, revealing more pale, naked skin.

It wasn’t a guess- Sekh knew the elf did. He’d made it abundantly clear, plenty of times over the years.

Astarion gave his hips a roll, his cock hard and resting against his belly, as if to prove his point. Sekh chuckled, as Astarion kissed his jaw, before he found his mouth. He was sleepy enough that the kisses were slow, that Sekh could control the pace without any fight. The vampire still tasted faintly of blood, from the night before- a bit of salt and iron, ghosting his tongue.

“Trying to start something?” Sekh whispered against his lips, as he let his fingertips dance over Astarion’s cock. The vampire tried to nip at Sekh’s lip, but the drow pulled back just enough that he missed.

“Always,” Astarion mumbled. Sekh flashed a smile at that, bringing his hand back into view, and making a show of licking his own palm, tongue dragging all the way up his fingers. He reached back down, wrapped his spit-slick hand around Astarion’s cock, and the vampire dropped his head back, eyelids fluttering. He gave a quiet groan as Sekh gripped him tightly, moved his fist in a slow rhythm.

Sekh bowed his head, pressed his mouth to the center of Astarion’s throat, his free hand grasping at the bed as Astarion rocked his hips up with each stroke. Sekh felt the first wave of precum dribble over his knuckles and nearly chuckled to himself, trailing a line of kisses to Astarion’s pulse point, then to his ear. “You’re so wet already,” he teased, and he felt Astarion shivered beneath him.

“That’s- ah,” the vampire forgot his words as Sekh twisted his fist around his cockhead, before picking up his rhythm. Astarion bit his own lip, stifled a noise, before he managed, “that’s my line.”

Sekh laughed, his warm breaths causing Astarion to arch. “You think I’m wet already, love? You haven’t even touched me.” Sekh teased his thumb over Astarion’s cockhead, along his slit, watched the vampire’s eyes roll. “If either of us is a wanton mess, it’s you.”

Astarion reached up, grasped at Sekh’s bare bicep, thumb rubbing along freckled, sweat damp skin as he clung to him. Sekh watched the vampire’s face, as the need melted into relief when he came, mouth falling open, lips curled into the faintest of smiles. It made his chest warm, tight, to see Astarion just feel good- and to know that the vampire didn’t need to make a show of dragging this out. He could come as quickly as he liked, and Sekh would always be pleased.

Sekh stilled his hand as Astarion relaxed, until he was simply holding his softening cock, thumb teasing along the bundle of nerves just under his head. Astarion bit his lip over the continued touch, a single fang poking out-

Gods, he was adorable. He’d be livid if Sekh said as much- but it was true.

“Should I stop?” Sekh asked, his voice dropping low, feeling like it was simply a rumble from his chest, “Or…”

“Or?” Astarion asked, pretty sanguine eyes intrigued. Sekh smirked, taking the look his lover gave him was answer enough. He released his cock, sat up and took a moment to examine the pearly mess on his hand.

And, holding Astarion’s stare, licked it off his knuckles. The bitter salt made him hot to his core, his cunt screaming for attention as Astarion groaned. “I do love how you taste,” Sekh mumbled, before he sucked at his fingertips, getting the last bit of remaining cum.

Astarion tipped his head back. “Again, my line pet.” Sekh flashed a smile, before he climbed off the bed, pausing at Astarion’s bedside table. He pulled open the drawer, fingers plucking out a bottle. He closed the drawer, popped it open, then offered it out to Astarion, whose eyes had gone slightly wide with excitement.

“Get yourself ready for me, love.” Astarion sat up, took the bottle, and Sekh turned away, crossed the room. He kicked his boots off, unbuttoned his pants and shoved them and his underwear down, leaving him naked as he bent over, unlatching a chest. As the hinges creaked, he heard Astarion’s choked breath, knew the vampire was at least two fingers deep inside himself.

And as much as he wanted to watch, he found he was feeling impatient.

He took his time, buckling his arness around his waist, his thighs. He ignored how desperately his body screamed at him to touch his soaked cunt, to plunge his fingers into himself, instead letting the damn near frustration drive him.

He secured his cock in place, before he turned around, felt his stomach going into agonizing knots over the sight Astarion had made of himself. He had one leg stretched so far open it had to have his hip aching, the other with a heel dug into the bed, giving him leverage as he thrust two of his fingers quickly into himself.

Sekh had barely breathed, when the vampire added a third- as if he’d waited, made a point to have Sekh’s eyes on him for the final stretch. Sekh crossed the room, not climbing onto the bed but pausing at the head, reaching down and gently turning Astarion’s face, so he could see those lust clouded eyes.

Wordlessly, he moved his fingers back, tangled them in Astarion’s hair, guided his head forward. The vampire moved with ease, pressed his lips to the head of Sekh’s false cock, staring up at him through thick silver lashes the entire time. He stuck his tongue out, dragged it along the underside of the toy’s cockhead, and Sekh tipped his hips forward, pushing the head at Astarion’s mouth.

Without hesitation, the vampire opened his jaws, let the toy stretch his lips as it slid over his tongue, until half of the shaft was inside. Sekh bit his lip, not even caring that he couldn’t feel this- the sight of Astarion was enough, as he sucked gently, continued to slide further and further down the false cock, until it was nudging the back of his throat.

Sekh growled wordlessly, pulled Astarion off his cock roughly, the vampire’s lips reddened, glistening with sweat. “Are you ready for me?” Astarion managed a single nod, and Sekh let go of his hair. “Hands and knees, darling.”

Astarion pulled his fingers from himself, scrambling up, as Sekh reached for the bottle Astarion had set back on his bedside table. He poured an overly generous amount of oil onto his false cock, wanting to leave Astarion’s ass a wet mess by the time he was done with him.

He set the bottle down, turned his attention back to Astarion, who had listened like a true darling, was situated on his hands and knees, watching Sekh over his shoulder eagerly. The drow flashed a smile, sliding behind him and grasping his ass with both hands, kneading the flesh. Astarion bit at his lip again, as Sekh parted supple flesh, let one of his thumbs push at Astarion’s wet hole.

The vampire gave a breathy fuck, and Sekh lined himself up, thought for a moment about teasing him, about rubbing against his hole, getting just the head in-

Instead, he wordlessly eased the toy into Astarion, until the man’s ass was pulled back, flush to his pelvis. Astarion dropped his head, eyelids fluttered, mouth falling open in a wordless groan over the stretch, as Sekh rubbed his hands up over his ass, along his back. “Okay?” he asked, fingertips grazing along the edges of Astarion’s scars. The vampire managed a weak yes, and it was all Sekh needed. He eased his hips back, before pushing forward, sheathing himself fully back inside Astarion.

The vampire pushed back, hands grasping at the sheets, panting already. Sekh moved his hands to his waist, squeezed and dragged him back with each thrust. The room filled with Astarion’s little whines and groans, the sound of skin slapping against skin- Sekh’s pants breaths. He could feel sweat rolling down his already slick spine.

He leaned over Astarion then, gritted his teeth as a hand grasped the vampire’s shoulder, dragged him back almost violently for his next thrust. Astarion gave a startled cry, and Sekh could tell his legs were shaking already.

“Are you close already?” he taunted, the words teasing but laced with affection. “Do you want to come around my cock like a good boy?”

Astarion attempted words, but whatever they were meant to be, they came out as nothing but slurred sounds and breathy keens. Sekh smirked, as he felt sweat drip from his jaw, his chin, dotting along Astarion’s scars.

“It’s okay,” he said, soothing now, “I want you to come. Come on, Astarion. You,” he punctuated each word with a hard thrust, knowing by the way the vampire jerked, by the visible shivers, that he was indeed so close. “Can. Come.”

Astarion shouted Sekh’s name, his arms giving out as he collapsed down to the bed, face buried in his arms, shaking with a near sob. Sekh growled, fucked Astarion through the orgasm, until the vampire was whimpering, over sensitivity driving him mad.

Without a word, Sekh pulled out, gave Astarion’s ass a gentle pat. “On your back.”

He wasn’t done.

Astarion rolled over on command, a flush along his pale cheeks, creeping up his ears. His eyes were wet, lashes sticking together- a beautiful, glorious, fucked out mess.

Sekh grasped Astarion’s thighs roughly, dragged him closer to the edge of the bed so he could slide back into him. The vampire arched his back, eyes going wide- and Sekh watched his soft cock give a twitch. He knew he wouldn’t have been hard for his second orgasm-

But the drow was sure he could have him making an utter mess of himself for the third.

He thrust deep but slow this time, watching Astarion’s hands scramble along the bed, searching for purchase. Every few thrusts his cock would twitch, precum leaking all over his belly now. “Can you get hard for me again?” Sekh asked, hands rubbing soothingly along Astarion’s thighs. “Can your cock do that for me? Can you do that for me?”

Astarion arched, gave nothing but wordless gasps. 

Sekh hummed, pausing to lean over the vampire, press a kiss to his collarbone. “Astarion,” he murmured, “Starshine.” The vampire’s eyelids fluttered, and Sekh felt his hands, grasping at his shoulders, rubbing along his biceps. “Be a good boy and touch yourself for me.”

Astarion swallowed thickly, but gave a weak nod. Sekh straightened back up, watched as the vampire grasped his cock with one hand, teasing along his head, fingers rubbing precum into his flushed skin. Sekh resumed his deep, slow thrusts, was pleased to see Astarion slowly hardening in his own hand.

He knew the vampire’s body so well now. He knew his limits and how to bring him right to them.

“That’s it,” Sekh whispered, as Astarion finally curled his hand around himself. “So good, beloved. Does it feel good?” He thrust in deep at the question, and Astarion tried to shove his hips down to meet the movement.

“Yes,” he managed, “gods, Sekh.” At the sheer sound of his name Sekh welt a warm shiver run down his spine. His cunt clenched around nothing, his body so fucking close to orgasm from just tearing Astarion apart. He was beginning to feel rabid with the need.

He grasped one of Astarion’s legs, lifted it so his ankle rested against his shoulder- wrapped an arm around the vampire’s limb as the angle allowed him in even deeper. Astarion tossed his head back, wordless moans tumbling from his mouth. Sekh turned, pressed a kiss to Astarion’s ankle, felt the gold anklet there pressing into his cheek.

A little memento from a delicious night amongst hell itself, stolen from the body of a dead drow while masquerading amongst the Duskryn House. The fact that Astarion still wore it made Sekh’s stomach cramp in a fluttering need, but also made his heart swell. Every little gift he ever gave the vampire always seemed to be treasured.

Sekh’s hips were aching as he continued to thrust, harder now, unsure he could drag this out much longer. His muscles were tired from his workout, but he ignored the fatigue, watching Astarion’s chest rise and fall rapidly with his unneeded, panted breaths.

He wished he could get his teeth on his rosy nipples, wished he could suck and bite until Astarion was damn near crying. The vampire did so love that.

Astarion was stroking himself with almost no rhythm, just a frantic need for contact, as he squirmed about. He’d try to meet Sekh’s thrusts, then delve into his own hand, giving a frustrated groan when he couldn’t do both at the same time.

Sekh bit at his lip, caught Astarion’s eyes, this desperate plea in them for relief from the thrumming pressure in his spine, his pelvis. Sekh gripped his leg tighter, thrust as hard as he could, as deep as he could, over and over again, as Astarion screamed his name, his throat having to be raw from it. The vampire arched his back completely off the bed when his orgasm hit, his cock pulsing as cum splattered his belly, along his ribs, even more simply dribbling along his fingers, mixing with the sweat that had begun to glisten on his alabaster skin.

The moment Astarion went lax, Sekh pulled out of him, hands shaking as he desperately tried to unbuckle his harness. He cursed when he nearly couldn’t do it, before he finally got the last buckle undone. He left it discarded on the bed as he climbed up, hadn’t even given Astarion a moment to catch his unneeded breath, before he was pressing his knees into the bed just over his shoulders, getting a fistful of his glorious hair and pulling his face up, into his drenched cunt.

Astarion whimpered, his hands reaching up, grasping at Sekh’s hips. The vampire was trembling. Without even the need for a command, Astarion thrust his tongue into Sekh, teased his sopping hole, groaning as Sekh tried to grind down against his mouth.

Sekh tossed his head back, breathed Astarion’s name, as he tried to tug at his hair, wanted his mouth on his clit, just wanted to come. But the vampire was stubborn, was intent on getting a real taste of him, his tongue thrusting into him as best as he could. His nails dug crescents into Sekh’s supple ass, dimpling the dusky skin, as Astarion thrust his hips up into nothing, giving a feral little growl as he smeared Sekh’s need all over his chin.

Sekh pulled at Astarion’s hair, to the point that the vampire’s scalp had to burn. He knew the man liked it. He heard the bed creak as Astarion dug a heel into it, before his mouth finally moved to where Sekh wanted it most, closing around his heavy clit and sucking gently, tongue flicking along it over and over and over and over-

Sekh shouted, his orgasm tearing down his spine like lightning. He pressed harder to Astarion’s tongue, clenched his teeth and let his breath hiss through them as he rode it out, grinding into the vampire’s tongue until he swore he was seeing white. Only then did he push Astarion away, force the vampire flat to the bed as he knelt there, panting, body shaking.

Carefully Sekh swung his leg over Astarion, sat on the bed next to him, as the vampire stared up at the ceiling, mouth open, glistening with Sekh’s cum, looking as if he had possibly just seen the face of a god.

“Hells,” the vampire managed, his voice sounding a bit raw. “That…” he licked his lips, and Sekh watched his eyelids flutter over the taste, “that was one hell of a way to wake up.”

The drow laughed at that, as Astarion turned his head, smiled at him- fangs on full display. Sekh reached a hand out, grasped one of Astarion’s, gave it an affectionate squeeze.

Before he could do more the elf was moving, sitting up and shoving at Sekh, pinning him down onto his back. He slid over him, settled between his legs, pressed flushed to his body, seeking his mouth out for a feverish kiss. Sekh arched into him, slick skin on slick skin, the feeling of his sweat mingling with Astarion’s cum. He nipped at the vampire’s tongue, before getting his lip between his teeth, causing Astarion to shudder unabashedly.

“Well, now we’re quite a mess,” Sekh breathed, against his mouth.

Astarion dipped his head down, kissed at Sekh’s pulse. He let his fangs prick gently, before he sucked at his skin, had Sekh squirming as he felt the pressure pulling blood to the surface. It would bruise. “A shame,” Astarion whispered, when he pulled back enough to examine the now darkly flushed patch of skin- smirking over his work. Sekh hoped Astarion would bite him there, later. Sink his fangs into bruised and overly sensitive skin. It would hurt so good. “I’d say we could just spend time cleaning up together- but I don’t think I want my scent washed off you.”

Sekh huffed an exasperated laugh. “Little beast,” he mused. “I’ll carry you to the bath if I need to.”

Astarion’s eyes flickered with a fiery light over that. Sekh grinned then, flipping them over, rolling Astarion to his back. Sekh nearly launched himself off the bed, turning and grasping the vampire, hauling him up over his shoulder.

His muscles screamed with the exertion, but he was sure he could handle Astarion’s weight, at least down the hall. Probably. And if not, they’d just collapse on the floor together and laugh over it.

They’d get cleaned up eventually.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

Glimpses into the future (different amounts of time into the future)

—

Visiting Dusk

Malleus: *sitting on his throne alone in the room* Dusk, you’re not stealthy. At least not to me.

Dusk: *appears from around the corner* What? No hi to your big brother?

Malleus: You are always back around this time of year.

Dusk: *floats over to Malleus’ throne* And? Do I not deserve a hello because you know when you’ll see me?

Malleus: Hello, Dusk.

Dusk: Better. Now, do you know where Sil and Bek are? I want to say hi to them too.

Malleus: Probably training together.

Dusk: Ooo! You think I can join them?

Malleus: Not if you’re floating.

Dusk: *glares at Malleus* I feel fine thank you, very much. I got permission to float for short periods.

Malleus: How long has this “short period” been?

Dusk: *starts standing*

Malleus: Better.

Dusk: Do you want a fight?

Malleus: Try me.

—

Father Domino

Domino: *holding a sleeping infant while pacing*

Silver: *moves to hold Domino in a hug* She’s been asleep for a bit now.

Domino: I know, but she doesn’t wake up as much if I walk with her.

Silver: Yes, but you can’t stay up all night.

Domino: Hold on. Speaking of sleep, how are you up during such a late hour? Did a miracle happen?

Silver: No, the tragedy of being alone in bed. She’ll be fine.

Domino: If she wakes up, I’m getting you up to deal with it.

Silver: That’s fair.

—

Accepted Canis

Canis: Papi! *runs to hug Vargas while holding a letter in his hand*

Vargas: What is it, buddy?

Canis: Just read it!

Vargas: *takes and reads the NRC acceptance letter then goes to ruffle Canis’s hair* Look at that! You’re just a big shot now, aren’t you? But, look, I’m still the fitness teacher, and I will not go easy on you. I won’t let anyone else do the same either. Got it?

Canis: I got it, I got it. Name one time you ever went easy one me. Why would I expect that now?

Vargas: I guess you’re right, just don’t start getting a big head.

Canis: *laughs and sticks out his tongue* Too late.

—

Party Planner Kit

Kit: *sitting across from Kalim at a table while holding a few papers* Kalim, I refuse to let him come back!

Kalim: But he’s an important tie we need to keep.

Kit: I don’t care! He was rude to the Asim family ruler! I’m not letting that slide!

Kalim: We need to keep trade with him open for prosperities sake. I can handle a few curt words.

Kit: Absolutely not! He’ll take us for fools. We need to make an example out of this and cut ties. You did it before when someone insulted me and when someone insulted the Viper family.

Kalim: That was different-

Kit: It was in no way different! I will keep nagging you on this until you see sense!

—

Engaged Toryn

Toryn: *crying while looking at wedding options with Vil*

Vil: Toryn, dear, light of my life, you need to keep it together. Even for a few seconds. I can’t plan this alone.

Toryn: *nods but is still crying*

Vil: You’re the one who planned a whole day for a perfect proposal AND kept me from knowing about it. *sighs and hugs Toryn* What am I going to do with you, you big idiot?

Toryn: *mumbling into the hug* I cried then too…

Vil: I can guess.

Toryn: *looks at Vil, finally pausing crying* I love you so much.

Vil: *kisses the tip of Toryn’s nose* I love you just as much.

Toryn: *starts crying again*

Vil: Sevens give me strength… *continues to comfort poor Toryn*

—

Attention Hungry Dekker

Dekker: *rests his head on top of Azul’s head while Azul is sitting on the couch*

Azul: *pausing his work on checking the logs* Dekker, can I help you?

Dekker: No, why?

Azul: You seem to be mistaken my head for your headrest.

Dekker: Nah, I totally got the correct thing.

Azul: If you wanted attention, you could have just said something.

Dekker: Where’s the fun in that?

Azul: Not messing with your boyfriend? That sounds fun.

Dekker: Hypocrite. You mess with me all the time.

Azul: You do it first! Now, if you want attention, help me with the Lounge.

Dekker: *moving to sit next to Azul* Fine.

—

Entomologist Ruse

Ruse: *doing work in Riddle’s house* Riddle.

Riddle: Yes?

Ruse: You and I are going to see this museum exhibit once it opens. They want so many specimens and it is taking so much work. I am not letting them have an empty hall once it’s all done.

Riddle: When you work with a museum to put together an exhibit, it’s going to be a lot of work. Especially when living specimens are involved.

Ruse: They want so many species! We can’t just hand over the rare ones like that. Negotiating what’s available while getting information on endangered insect species out to the public is way too much.

Riddle: And your coworkers?

Ruse: Also swamped with work. You’re a lawyer, you know what it’s like to have everyone loaded with work.

Riddle: That is true.

Ruse: My point still stands. We are both going to see that exhibit.

LOOK AT ALL THESE GOOD ENDINGS!

[miikishii]

To Hold the Sea | Ch. 9

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synopsis: often times your best friend feels like he isn't your friend at all.

warnings: Angst (Dazai being an ass), emotional fights/arguments, bitterness and melancholy, crying!!!

Dazai sits comfortably against a pillow, the only light in the room coming from the lamp at his bedside. He looks over at you, his expression blank.

“Dazai?”

“Were you not expecting me?” you pause awkwardly before your response,

“Well… no, actually.”

“Hm.” He looks back at his book, or rather, your book. You asked him to read it. You can see where he’s left sticky notes and tabs of annotations. You clear your throat before coming to sit on the bed beside him.

“...How’s the book so far?”

“Fine.”

“Any favorite characters?”

“Not really, no.”

You lay back onto your pillow, trying to play off some of your awkward energy. You know he takes notice of it, he always does. 

“How was Ango?” He asks nonchalantly. Something about it feels wrong. You take a breath in.

“He’s fine. He bought dinner since he was the reason we had to work overtime.”

“So that’s why you invited him home with you.” He sounds bitter. You click your tongue.

“Yeah…”

“I’m surprised the two of you didn’t end up in here,” he mutters.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You turn to him, a glare prominent on your face.

“Oh, I think you know.” He doesn’t look up from the book.

“Is there a problem, Dazai?” He just laughs quietly to himself,

“No, really, is there something you need to say to me right now?” At this, he closes your book and puts it carefully on the table next to him. He lays back onto his pillow, his eyes level with yours when he turns to you.

“Am I not allowed to make a joke every now and then?” You roll your eyes but recognize that arguing with him, whether you know what he’s doing or not, is pointless. He’s stubborn to no end. You slide off the bed and just focus on putting on something comfortable and getting ready for bed. 

When you’ve gotten settled and come back into your room, your book now rests on your bedside table, and you just catch Dazai walking away to the living room. Just with a quick flip-through of his notes, you know that, earlier, he was lying; he seems to have taken a liking to a character you claimed to be like. He agrees with you in his notes, noting that their unfortunate circumstances are quite in line with your own. It makes you smile that not only did he think of you, but he thought of you fondly, that the character he liked the most was the one he identified with you. You hear his footsteps just outside your door and you frown to yourself. He knew exactly why you invited Ango in earlier. He probably guessed the two of you would end up here no matter what. He wanted you to notice him, and he likely wanted you to notice his motive, too. ‘‘He always says the most when saying nothing at all,’ you think to yourself. You wonder if you should walk out of your room and talk to him, he seems to have put all his cards on the table. The next few steps you take are laced with doubt. He stands across the room, leaning on your kitchen counter; he looks at you quickly before returning to the glass in his hands. You tread awkwardly to the stool across from him. 

“Osamu?” He looks at you nonchalantly,

“Yes?” 

You realize you have no idea what to say, you just look down at your hands with embarrassment. He doesn’t mind it at all, just takes another sip of water.

“I… can understand why you’re upset. But, it’s my life. If you didn’t want to see him you could stay at your own apartment-

“You should know by now it’s not about that.” He says, still calm as ever. You hate that about him. You hate that he’s always looking you dead in the eyes, not a pinch of emotion behind his stare. Your silence speaks volumes. He already knew you were upset; you hate that about him too. That he knows you so well, and half the time you question whether you know a thing about him at all.

“Are we even friends?” You ask meekly,

“I would say so.”

“Then why? Why can’t you just tell me how you feel about something? Why can’t you just… be honest?” The phrase gives him pause. Honesty is something he fails to see in himself. So is kindness, so is good. You know that about him.

“We both know the answer to that.” He whispers it so quietly- so weakly- you almost forget who’s talking. You heir on the side of caution with your next words,

“I don’t think I do. I don’t think I know the first thing about you,” You breathe in deeply, 

“I feel like I’ve given you so much of myself and I’ve gotten so little in return.” 

He only offers you a dejected look to the side.

“I mean, you stay at my apartment all the time, I buy us dinner half the time, you’re on all my streaming service subscriptions,” You laugh to yourself,

“I don’t just give you myself; I give you what you need when you need it… I’m upset.” As you say this, your face falls into a heavy frown, and a lump gathers in your throat. You look around the room for something to distract you from the tears welling in your eyes, but all you see is him standing across from you, expressionless.

“Do you have nothing to say to that?” You finally choke out. You think maybe you’ve surprised him by the way he has nothing to say. It’s awkward. It’s painful to look across the counter at him, watching him rack his brain for anything to say. 

“You doubt yourself too much.” He says, finally, sweetly. Just like that, he rinses his glass and quietly walks out the door. The tears that welled in your eyes before refuse to fall now. You simply walk solemnly to your room and lie down. When hours pass and you still can’t sleep, you look at the book he left on your nightstand. Your tears finally fall as you read through his notes again.

You read the cited words; line 15, page 76: “The real things are apt to be deviant.”

And in his messy handwriting: ”This reminds me of you.”

You imagine him giggling while writing it.

notes: I loved writing this; I love making my characters cry. Please tell me what you think about my emotional Dazai writing this chapter :) ALSO! Guess why I put the divider as star fairy lights this time I'll be so so surprised if anyone notices

[genderjourneyjournal]

Gender Journal Day #155

Date 1/24/25

This is a personal journal about my gender journey my therapist recommended I make. Mostly about gender stuff but also anything else. Feel free to keep reading but keep in mind it’s going to be my unfiltered, personal thoughts.

Recent politics has me bummed out. I feel like I got locked out of getting to experiment with my gender publicly just as I was starting to get comfortable enough to actually do it beyond the bounds of my bedroom. The orange fucker hasn’t even been in office a week and concentration camps are already on the horizon for immigrants. Since trans people were also a major scapegoat I’m just so afraid that we’re going to be next.

My therapist reassures me that things have been hard for trans people before and we’ll get through this. I’m sure he’s right but it feels like this is different. Trans people are being targeted by name by some of the most powerful men in the world who are hyping up their followers to do violence against us. How am I supposed to experience trans joy if every second is underpinned by a constant fear and anxiety? I don’t even get to have the good parts of being trans. My friends try to reassure me of the same things but it feels hollow. One already had his top surgery, a major step. Another likely has the means to escape easily with little effort and remain comfortable.

I think this comes from me growing up as an upper middle class white boy in the suburbs of America. I literally was the majority the system was catered to, and I’m thankful I didn’t slide down an alt right pipeline. So as I was becoming aware of politics in high school and middle school it was mostly through the lens of trying to use my privilege to help others who were minorities. More importantly trying to signal that I wasn’t a threat or even an ally, instead of them assuming I appeared white and affluent so I might be dangerous. And this stayed the same as I discovered I was bisexual because that’s mostly an invisible struggle that’s easy to hide from bigots.

Point is, I’m not used to feeling like the target of discrimination or its violence. I’m not used to the fear. I think that’s amplifying it a lot. This is a new experience.

It hurts especially bad because I feel like being trans is an answer to so many issues in my life. It feels like it’s a gateway to happiness and finally being alive. And now it feels like it’s been locked behind an insurmountable barrier.

I’m not even sure of my gender yet. It probably would be different if I was. If I knew exactly what I wanted. I won’t get any experimentation, any phases, any off days, any bad outfits, any gender bendy weirdness, any awkward transitional phase where I’m politely ignored because of social graces. I can’t have any trial and error.

Either I have a seamless overnight transformation, or I open myself up to being listed as a criminal just for existing?

I don’t want to have to explain to my kids that I can’t go to their school events because I used a public toilet once in 2027 and now I’m a registered sex offender and I don’t have the money or time to get that turned over.

I always knew transition would be hard, but now it feels impossible. I always knew I’d be opening myself up to danger but now it feels like I’ll have a constant target on my head. I know I need to contribute to the fight for our rights but I don’t want to be so preoccupied with fighting for the right to live that I don’t have a chance to live. I’ve spent so long feeling like I was barely alive. Now I have a path towards no longer feeling that way. But I won’t actually get to enjoy it because I’d need to spend all my time arguing that it’s ok I take that path. And what time I don’t spend on that will be spent worrying for my own safety.

It’s so hard trying to feel happy already. School and my home life are already so stressful. And I want to feel happy experiencing life with my friends but it always feels like I’m experiencing it from behind a screen door. I want to get good at feeling alive already but is that worth my actual life?

I’m almost 25. Am I gonna have to wait until I’m 30 to finally start feeling like myself? To start figuring out who I am? Do I have to sacrifice what little of my youth I have left to responsibility and sadness and fear?

I know they’re trying to scare us but I don’t know how to not be afraid. I’m afraid and angry and alone and I don’t know what to do.

[hellcatinnc]

Long Winter Nights With You

Warning This includes: NSFW/SMUT (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: nsfw, mature themes, consensual, smut, restraining, bdsm, dominance, edging, cum control, S&M blood hound (period play), S&M, senpai, master, submissive, orgasm, fingering, masturbation, squirting, akutagawa x fem! reader, akutagawa x reader, rough sex, doggy style, hair pulling, breeding, anal, shower forplay, blow job

Word Count: 2,704

Prompt List Words Used: Long winter nights spent awake, favorite blanket, snowball

Feature: Akutagawa x Fem! Reader

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Its been one of them winters snow everywhere, cold night left awake cause you just can't get warm enough. You bit the bullet today and decided to ask Akutagawa to come spend the weekend with you. So its rocky between you two there is no actual label if anything its your flirty and he is aggressive. You were finally able to talk him into staying in your winter home, he just doesn't know you will be there all weekend too. He thinks he is just going there to spend a weekend in pure quietness and you have a ulterior motive. Your now cuddled under your favorite blanket since your hands are still bone chilled from playing in the snow earlier having snowball fights with the snowman you made. Your life is a bit lonely but you have kept it that way since your whole life has been in and apart of the port mafia.

You still remember the day you met Akutagawa his beautiful face, the 2 toned hair, the sexy way he carries himself you were such a sucker for this almost badass meets vampire style he had going on. Since that day you have done anything to get close to him however you don't work under him directly but you were at least able to get it passed around about your home for the winter not sure who you need to thank but somebody got him on board. Anyways your plan was to seduce him over the weekend and have hot crazy sex with him to that he is hooked on the very essence of your pussy that he never wants to let you go. Yes you know its a bit of a stretch but still want to try the worst thing is he will just leave and thats it.

It was about a hour away from the time he was to arrive you decide you have warmed up as much as you can in front of the fireplace now its to be a knock out and hope to catch his eye. You were upstairs when he got there, you heard him downstairs complaining with his suitcase and the stupid cold. You smiled at the way he thought he was alone and was so cute in how he talked to himself. Then you see a young girl that come in behind him and your heart sank. Does he have a plus one in his life you were so sure everyone said he was single. Here you are standing upstairs in a sexy black and red dress ready to pounce him and how are you going to explain this if he has a girlfriend. You tried to figure out how to make this work and were frantic to figure it out fast.

As soon as you saw them go back to the car to get stuff you slid downstairs sliding out the back door and around the side of the house. You were not dressed to be out in this cold but you had no choice, guess you would be staying in a hotel in town and having to walk there in heels was going to make this the absolute weekend. As you thought they had both gone back inside you slowly walked around the side of the house to be faced with Gin who had a blade to your throat in seconds. She had heard you upstairs when you didn't even know and she waited for you outside. Not long after she had you slammed against the outside of the house Akutagawa came out with his power elevated ready to attack. "P-Please!!! This is my house...I didn't mean to scare you two. Please don't hurt me I am with the port mafia too." You begged practically for your life right then.

They gave you the chance to explain that it was your home and you plans fell through last minute so you had no where to go. The great great thing as you were telling them you were leaving so that the happy couple could be alone and Gin started laughing. She told you it was her brother and you were relieved but Akutagawa really hadn't found it funny nor had he really paid much attention to you after finding out the mix up instead he headed back to grab their things and leave. One you realized what he was doing you begged Gin to stop him. It didn't take rocket science on her part to realize you were into her brother so two made a deal. She would talk him into stay while she stayed in town however he would just think she was buying food for the night.

You went back inside while she talked to her brother cause you were so cold. You got inside wrapping your blanket around you again and sitting in front of the fireplace trying to get warm. You heard him enter with the bags again and he sat in the chair across from you at the fire place. She had told him you all were going to have dinner tonight and go from there and wouldn't let him argue so here you two were sitting across from each other in front of the fireplace. You knew he only talked when he had to you just had to figure out how to. You saw him talk to his sister like any other normal person but she is the only one he lets in like that. You eventually decide to take a different approach so you throw back your blanket showing off your long bare legs. You have them slightly open so he can even see you little lacy black panties as well. He still said nothing, he just sat there watching what you were doing with no expression on his face.

After a bit of him watching you decided to get a bit bolder and spread your legs letting him see all of your panties, still no expression he just watched. You slide your fingers down under the thin material barely covering your slit and slowly start massaging your clit. You bite your lip look over at him as you keep rubbing until your clit is nice and engorged, meaning your time to play. You stared straight at him as you started rubbing slow at first then pushing yourself you did it faster. You breath deepened and you started to pant. Before you knew it you had your eyes closed with your back arched really enjoying the feeling of touching yourself all while thinking about him. The thought he was watching was super turning your on. Your wetness grew the more you flicked those fingers across your pleasure button.

You were getting so close to such a sweet orgasm when you heard his sexy voice tell you not to come. You weren't expecting this he leans in whispering in your ear "Beg For It!" You hear these words and your instantly so hot for this man, your even more surprised he has moved your hand and plunged his fingers deep into you before giving you a chance to get used to it. He is a bit rougher than your used to but he aggressively rubs your clit and finger fucks you at the same time. Your body flushes hot you are so over the top in pleasure and just want to release and he is telling you to beg for it. No one has ever edged you before then refused your release so you squirm a bit before needing to say these words because you feel like you're going to burst. "Ple...ease L-Let Meeee Come!!" You think this is enough but its not he tells you that you have to call him Senpai when you beg. Your so turned on by this he wants to be your master and make you want it like you have never wanted anything in your life.

The build up inside of you has you mewling, and whimpering before you moan loudly begging once more for release. "Senpai, PPPlllease Let Meee Come For You!!!" Then you see this wicked smiled come across his face as he leans forward kissing your lips and whispers in your ear "Come!!!" The simple word and you find your body convulsing and squirting all over his hand. No man has ever turned you on like this or brought you to such a brink of pleasure. You are surprised when looking down that his fingers are covered in blood and your juices. He was so rough that it caused your period to start, you were a bit embarrassed but so surprised he wiped his hand on the blanket and proceeded with taking his throbbing slick cock from his pants. He honestly didn't care if you were on your period he was going to fuck you even if it mean things were going to be even messier.

He pushed your legs back putting them on his shoulders as he positioned his cock against your entrance. The head of his cock pulsating as you yearned for it to be submerged in your very core, however wasn't long before you looked up and could tell he wanted you to beg for it yet again. He leans down kissing your lips passionately as he pulls back he softly bites your lips letting you know he is ready for you. Your body on fire and all you can think about is him so deep inside of you. It doesn't take long to make you beg yet again you don't even care if its embarrassing or not you want him and you want him now. "Senpai, I need you inside me please.....!!" He shakes his head no as he pushes his cock a little inside you making you squirm more. He has you right where he wants you and your at his very mercy. You moan and beg, whimpering to his needs... "PLEASE SENPAI, I NEED TO FEEL YOU IN ME!!" After screaming this at him he has a grin across his face.

He runs his fingers up your body make his way up to your nipples he flicks them getting them nice and hard then he starts to pull on them rolling them between his fingers. He has you moaning and into a total mess. When you think this torture is over he reaches down flicking the same fingers across your pleasure button forcing your body to glisten the top of his shaft when you moan and release dribbling out causing his cock to get nice and shiny with your juices. You arch your back and beg him once again screaming it this time louder than before.... "SENPAI, PLEASE SHOW ME YOU OWN ME!" Oh this triggered something in him he needed that control, he ached for it and without another thought he slammed his cock so deep into your wetness and fucked you with such urgency.

Your body being manhandled and thrashed about in a more violent way than your used to. Its not painful but you can tell he is determined to get his seed so deep in such a fast pace that you can't help but gasp at his erratic movements. He reached back holding your hands to restrain you, as he continues to smash his cock deeper into you with full control. He was owning your pussy, he was owning you all you could do is give into his needs, his whims, you were now his. His orgasm hit its pink flooding your inside and spilling all down your ass. He flipped you over and stuck his prick back into you holding your hips as he fucked you doggy style. Your body was giving him more wetness and he was allowing you the need of releasing as you wanted as he had his way with you.

He reached up grabbing a hand full of your hair giving it a nice tug as he plunged deeper into your fuck hole, he couldn't get enough of you and he was driving you crazy. This was more than you expected but even his roughness was turning you on. You knew he was rough in his line of work you had no idea he would fuck you just as rough. He was fucking you like it had been forever since he had done this and you were getting all that pent up aggression & sexual frustration. You moaned and screamed as he made you his over and over again. Fucking your pussy pounding it hitting your g-spot causing your body to shake with pleasure, as he did it again and again. You lost track of time as he drenched you in his come, your juices, and even your period blood. He didn't care he fucked you raw and continued to fill your pussy full of his seed. He was trying to breed you even though he didn't say it, the urgency he wanted to shove so much of it in you told you this.

After all the groaning and moaning and his balls smacking against your ass, all the coming, the exhaustion was starting to set in but he still wasn't done. He was determined to own all your holes, he slid his very well lubricated cock out of your pussy and slammed it into you ass hole. You had never had someone fill you up in so many way, never owned you like this. Your asshole had never been fucked before and yet he was still rough ass your asshole tightened around his cock he filled your ass up with his hot jizz as well. He was leaving his mark on you and when he was done you were going to have so much of his seed in you that you were sure to be pregnant. When he pulled out of your ass he left you with his come dripping out both holes and he looked proud of himself when he flipped you over and started kissing your lips again.

He laid there beside you holding you after your tryst it didn't take long for you both to fall asleep after having a long winter night spent awake fucking most of it. The morning came and you woke in his arms, you were sticky and knew a shower would help you rejuvenate, but you really didn't want to leave his side. After awhile of laying there looking at him sleep he was so beautiful he began to stir. He opened his eyes and softly smiled at you, this is something you never saw this man do. He brushed the hair back off your face and leaned in kissing your lips ever so gentle, nothing like last night at all. The first thing he asked you which surprised you was if he hurt you. This was so out of character but then the way he looked at you was with love in his eyes, maybe he just needed someone he could connect with like that.

You two decide to get a shower to get all the dried juices off your skin. He suggests you taking one together. You lather each others bodies up and make sure to clean everything from the night before leaving no trace of this hot and sexy rough rendezvous'. To make sure he owned every last part of you, after cleaning up you drop to your knees and take his cock deep in to your throat. You suck making him groan as he puts his hands on your head guiding it down on his manhood. Faster and faster until his seed spills into the back of your throat. This has been such an exhausting 24 hours that you two decide to have breakfast then cuddle by the fire for the next day the rest of the vacation time that is. It was such a great winter vacation, and you two never talk about this weekend ever again once back at port mafia, yet loaded with so many memories. He wasn't the type that could invest in a relationship however you were grateful for the hot time he gave you with alot of firsts and how he owned you like no other ever has or ever will again.