#cuz from now on i will be drawing them half naked

[mildhaj]

my heart forever yours

[tashid4]

Just thinking about getting drunk with your boyfriend Sero (French song cuz i felt like it)

How many sips are you up to? No idea. But the bottle is almost empty, only a quarter should remain. You just recorded Sero naked, doing the helicopter with his dick. You’re dying of laugher on the floor, phone in one hand, the bottle in the other. You’re wondering what it would feel like to have a penis? It looks kinda fun.

“Do it again!” He put his boxer back on and sat back on the floor with you “Think we’re going to stop here honey cause as you can see, I’m hard for you” A flirty smile grows on your face as you climb on his lap. “I could help you but you don’t want me to put my pretty mouth on you” “You already sucked me off twice in an hour baby” You give him a proud smile as you start grinding on his lap. Alcohol is making you really confident and you know your boyfriend would never judge you. Always ready to follow you in your fantasies.

Wanting to grab back the bottle, you almost fall headfirst onto the carpet. Fortunately, Sero catches you back by your underwear, preventing you from falling. “Outch! I think you just broke me in half” He left out a small chuckle because of your reaction and places you on the bed.

“I literally saved you. Now show me your little wound” After throwing away the bottle, he gently spread your legs, now having a full view on your covered cunt. Pulling your panties to the side he starts to fake-searching for any injury.

“Oh, I see, there’s damages. I must intervene” His tongue slowly goes from your entrance to your clit, taking a long strip of you. The feeling offers you a one-way ticket to paradise. “Yeah, right here, that’s where it hurts” you say while pushing his head deeper in you. Your heart is beating way too fast. His tongue drawing circles around your clit while his fingers slowly enter you. Yours hips automatically raise to meet him. “You're a very cooperative patient miss-“ “Shut up and keep going” He laugh and buries his head back between your thighs. “Yes ma’am”

You run your fingers through his hair, slightly pulling on them to show how good he’s making you feel. Your moan become louder and louder while he moves his tongue and fingers on you. When you reach your high, your whole body tremble but he doesn’t move, wanting to taste you until the end.

“I guess I’m a really good doctor…”

[nucleo-bang-tan]

Jungkook smut...cuz he is jealous....college au.....plz?

MINE | JJK Oneshot

Pairing/s: Senior!Jungkook X Sophomore!Reader

Genre: College AU, established relationship, smut, fluff

Warning/s: creampie, unprotected sex (don't even think about it), degradation, proud jk, jealousy (obviously), possessiveness, mentions of JK having sex with someone else, Hobi almost catching them half naked, please comment if there's something I left out.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: I know it took me more than a year to respond to this I'm sorry ;-; also not proof read.

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The two of you had met when Jungkook was a junior at Seoul National University. He was all over the place when you two first met. He had a reputation for sleeping around. He liked to enjoy his life, as he put it.

His roommate and fellow junior, Jung Hoseok who was coincidentally also your best friend, tried all he could to keep you away from Jungkook.

Now, Jungkook wasn't deterred in the slightest when you slapped him for touching your ass once while trying to talk to you.

Nor was he deterred when you gave him a long list of reasons why you and him couldn't fuck.

But he was taken aback when he realised he couldn't get an erection without thinking about you. Not even when he had the new blonde transfer student naked in front of him.

He was in deep trouble and was depressed. And Hoseok inviting you over to the dorm wasn't helping. Your laughs were stuck in his head.

It wasn't until one day, you decided to talk to him while at a party.

"Hey, is this seat taken?" You referred to the empty seat on the couch beside him.

He was annoyed. How could you talk so nonchalantly, as if you weren't the reason behind his huge popularity decline?

"Aren't you a freshman? I thought you were allowed at parties?" He replied

You took the seat beside him without his permission, "Hobi knows a lot of people, he got me in."

"Right, Hobi." He shuffled uncomfortably. You weren't wearing anything too flashy or showy. It was just your scent, your voice, that overwhelmed him.

The way you looked confident yet scared of people at the party did things to him. He didn't want to admit it, but he had actually developed feelings for you.

"Um, if you don't mind, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Sure, why not." He sighed.

You took out an almost crumpled piece of paper from your bag and held the inked part to him.

His face could be compared to the paper in question the way it became devoid of colour.

"Where did you find this!?" He exclaimed snatching it out of your hand.

"Hobi saw it lying on the dorm floor a few days ago and deduced that you drew it." You smiled ever so softly.

Jungkook was petrified and embarrassed. Were you laughing internally for his child-like crush over you?

"If you are gonna draw me, you need to show it to me too." You laughed, "It's a really great drawing, I love art too."

Jungkook could feel his shoulders relax as you crinkled your eyes in laughter. Maybe dating and committing wouldn't be as bad as he thought.

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Back to the present, it had been more than a year since you two started dating. And Jungkook realised loving you was the best decision he ever made. Saying he loved you, would be an understatement and he tried to tell you that everytime he could.

You had changed him. His grades had gotten better, his friends liked him better and well best of all, he had you.

Ofcourse, Jungkook was never a jealous guy, atleast that's what he told himself.

But looking at you laughing with someone that isn't him, didn't really sit right in his head.

Jung Hoseok, your childhood best friend, the person who had grown up with you. Where there was Hoseok, there was you.

Jungkook knew you didn't see him that way. But being one of the only people that knew about the fact that Hoseok had a thing for you a few years ago, made him even more frustrated.

You never did anything that hurt Jungkook, you never even knew that Hoseok liked you. If you did you would probably refrain from the hugs and even conversations with him.

But you didn't know, that's why, when the three of you were assigned a biology project together, you were estatic.

The three of you sat on the floor of Jungkook and Hoseok's shared dorm discussing about the merits of human reproduction.

You cheerfully drew a diagram of a penis while humming to your favourite song.

"You do know, that is not how you draw the carvernosa muscles?" Hoseok asked.

"Hobi, I did research on this, I think I know what I'm doing."

"I mean, I could show you a real life model." He smirked.

"Where would you find a- Hobi! Are you serious?" You exclaimed and smacked his arm.

Jungkook wasn't having it, he rolled his eyes and focused on his work. But he tried his best to not stab your dear friend with the pencil he held in his hand.

Hoseok excused himself to go to the lounge for a quick smoke.

"I bet you wanted him to show you his penis real time." Jungkook scoffed.

"What are you talking about?" You asked.

"You should've put him in his place, Y/N."

"Jungkook, it was just a joke, you know he didn't mean it."

He let out a chuckle, "Look at you being a whore." He looked at you with dark eyes which you failed to notice.

"Hobi is harmless, he doesn't like me in that way!"

"Bet you want another dick to ride, mine isn't enough for you?" He held your chin and brought you closer to his face.

"Hobi isn't-"

"Fuck him." He cut your words off followed by closing the distance between your lips.

You hadn't seen him like this before. So full of rage and passion to prove his worth, not that he needed to do that.

But something in the way he growled when he pulled you closer onto his lap had you leaking onto his jeans.

"We can't fuck right now, baby." You panted out.

"Don't you want your precious Hobi to know who you belong to?" Kissing you again, he traced his hands up your thighs, hiking your skirt up with it.

He grabbed a handful of your ass that had you moaning straight into his mouth and intertwining your hands into his obsidian locks.

"Want you... So bad-" You let out while grinding on his semi-erect clothed dick.

"Yeah want to be fucked dumb by your boyfriend?"

You nodded desperately.

He signalled you to get onto the bed. In your dick-hazed state, you didn't realise it wasn't Jungkook's bed.

This had him smirking more. He was going to fuck you on your dearest friend's bed. His ego probably shattered the roof with how high it got.

"Skirt off" He commanded and you proceeded to pull yourself out of anything that kept you from having him inside you.

"Please, I need you inside me." You moaned out as he slipped a finger inside your sopping cunt.

You sighed and closed your eyes, he knew how desperate you could get for his cock.

The sound of his belt unbuckling was followed by him dropping his pants just enough to fuck you.

His length sprang out glistening with pre-cum. It had your mouth watering but you needed him somewhere else.

"I hate you so much." You pouted as he lined himself up against your pussy.

"Yeah? Then how are you so fucking wet for me?"

His bulbous mushroom tip teased your slit before slowly pushing itself into your welcoming and wet orfice.

He had to catch himself from falling onto you due to the pleasure.

"Shit- should've loosened you up first." He said trying to help you take him in by rubbing your nub.

"Jungkook-" You cried out, tears already forming as the stretch was slightly unbearable.

"It's okay baby, you'll take me like the good girl you are, yeah?"

You nod. He pushed himself further into you with one sharp thrust. It had you screaming with both pleasure and pain.

"Shit, shit, shit, baby, are you okay? Should I stop?" He cupped your cheek pressing his lips wherever he could onto your face and neck.

"No, please, keep going." Hearing this, he pulled out till just his tip was inside you and thrusted back testing the waters.

Looking straight into your eyes, he picked up his pace.

"Look at you, Y/N, looking like a sin." He chuckled darkly. "I'll make sure you wouldn't want any other dick, except mine."

"Please, I only want you..."

"Imagine your best friend's face when he realises I am fucking the living shit out of you on his own bed." He smirks egoistically, "He wouldn't be able to sleep for days."

The thrill of it had you clenching his dick making him falter his pace for a quick second before picking it up again.

The mix of both of your arousals pooled around his cock as it disappeared into you.

He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled them up. This new angle had both of you moaning. The students from the neighbouring dorms probably heard you.

Sex-life with your boyfriend was really good, he fucked you almost everyday and left you satisfied.

But his pace today was animalistic. His eyes were blown out and bangs stuck to his forehead due to the sweat.

"Gonna fuck you so good, gonna make sure Hoseok knows you walk around with my cum inside you." He groaned.

The bed, Hoseok's bed, was knocking it's headboard onto the wall making relatively noticable sound.

"Say it." He asserted, "Say that you're mine and mine only."

"Fuck, I'm yours Jungkook!"

"Yeah baby, you're mine. Gonna- fuck- marry you one day."

His pace had your back arching and his words helped you reach your climax.

"Shit, come on, baby." He lifted your legs onto his shoulders, thrusts indicating that he's about to come as well.

You let out a load moan as you came coating his dick with arousal. Not even a few seconds later, came as well.

He slowly thrusted his cum into you as his cock softened.

Pulling out, he realised he came much more than he imagined and it leaked out of your pussy onto the sheets.

He smiled proudly. You looked at him in disbelief. Was this the same man a few seconds ago?

A knocked startled you both.

"Can I come in?" A very doubtful Hoseok asked from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, come in." Jungkook answered.

"Jungkook!" You covered your bottom half by pulling your shirt down.

Your best friend was disgusted to say the least. You realised that the walls were pretty thin and he could've heard you.

"Ugh! Did you guys have to do it on my bed?" Are you serious right now?"

"Hobi, I'm sorry, we're kind of naked, would you mind just shoo-ing away for a bit?" You said in a desperate tone.

"You know what? Keep the bed, I'll sleep on Jungkook's one from now on." Hobi turned to leave.

"But we've had sex on my bed too." Jungkook added.

"Just keep the whole room." Hoseok slammed the door shut.

Jungkook simply laughed.

[schmooplesboop]

Cold Hands, Warm... Heart

Pairing: Clive X Gav

Rating: Mature, cuz little bit goofy and a little bit saucy

Summary: What better use of your god-like powers than to keep your boyfriend's hands warm?

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They had expected it to be cold, but not this cold. In just a matter of hours rain had become sleet and then snow. At this rate they’d be lucky if they weren’t buried by morning.

Usually, the cursebreakers would take care of transporting the Hideaway’s shipments by themselves, but with so many mother crystals destroyed Valisthea’s bandits had become bolder… or more desperate. Thus, Clive had come along to protect this caravan, as it contained particularly important iron ingots for Blackthorne’s forge and medical components for Tarja. Nothing deterred bandits faster than the presence of the “Outlaw Dominant”.

The unexpected snow and impending dusk had forced them off the road in the middle of a vast forest. It was a risk, taking the covered wagons off the path in this weather, but staying too close to the road at night was just asking for trouble.

Clive looked around their makeshift camp. Their three wagons were half-circled around them for protection from both potential enemies and the wind. The chocobos had been unhitched from the carts, rubbed down, and draped with blankets to keep the snow off. Cole, Corrine, and Torgal were all sitting by the roaring fire at the center of the camp, staying warm and eating a meager supper before their turn on watch in a few hours. He should’ve been eating too, but he couldn’t stop worrying about Gav.

They got so little time to spend together these days he’d asked Gav to come along as extra protection for the caravan. It’d seemed a fine idea at the time. Now his lover was out there on watch in the woods, likely freezing his fingers off because Gav had insisted that August take the one pair of heavy gloves they had, because of course he did. He did wish Gav would be just a little bit selfish sometimes.

Unable to stand around and fret any longer, Clive strode off into the trees in the direction Gav had gone, telling Torgal to stay when the wolf tried to follow along.

Knowing Gav, he was concealed in a hide somewhere among the trees and rocks so Clive made as much noise as humanly possible to draw him out.

The camp was far enough away that it was lost behind a curtain of trees and falling snow when Clive heard a soft sound behind him. He turned and found Gav weaving his way toward him through the pines. Clive had walked right by him somewhere, and he’d even been looking for places Gav could’ve been hiding.

“Something wrong, Clive?” Gav asked as he approached. He gestured to the cloak he had on. “Need this back?”

Clive had insisted that Gav borrow his cloak for his turn on watch. It wasn’t heavy enough to provide any real warmth, but it was at least an extra layer of protection and the hood would keep the snow off.

“No, you keep that on.” Clive said sternly.

Gav snapped his heels together, giving him a grin and a teasing salute. “Aye, sir.”

Clive bit the inside of his cheek lightly, wishing Gav hadn’t hit him with the “sir”. He already was feeling a bit feral from Gav wearing his cloak. It was almost comical. He and Gav had been over almost every naked inch of each other, but seeing Gav just wearing his clothes is what got him going? Baffling.

“I came to make sure you weren’t an icicle out here. Let me see your hands.” Gav obediently pulled his thin leather gloves off and held one hand up for Clive’s inspection. Clive frowned; he didn’t like how red the other man’s fingers were. “Put your hands on my chest.”

Gav blinked, looking torn between amusement and fearing for his lover’s sanity. “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I don’t think feelin’ you up in the middle of the woods is going t’ help, love.”

Clive’s sigh was both fond and exasperated, “Trust me, Gav.” He gently took hold of Gav’s wrists and brought his hands up, setting them on his chest, shivering slightly as the blonde’s cold fingers slipped beneath the fabric of his shirt.

“Oh,” Gav blinked again, this time in amazement, as the bare skin beneath his hands started to heat up, like a kettle over a fire. “Knew you ran hot, but not that it could be on demand.” He gave Clive’s pecs a firm, appreciative squeeze, drawing another shiver out of him. “Is it just the tits or…?”

Clive chuckled, “The whole torso, but it’s hard to get at it when I’m wearing this.” He briefly patted his corset with one hand.

Gav snorted softly, “You’re telling me. If you didn’t look so damn good in it, I’d have cut the fucking thing off you long ago.”

Oh. Now there was something else that scratched at the little feral corner of his brain. Definitely not this corset, but maybe he’d let Gav cut him out of a different one…

“You gonna do this for the whole camp by the way?” Gav was smirking at him, a glitter of mirth in his eye. “Usually not the jealous sort, but that might make even me a little green-eyed.”

He laughed, “No. They’re on their own, this is just for you.”

“So good to me, Clive.” Gav purred.

Clive’s breath hitched as Gav’s thumbs pressed hard against his nipples before leisurely circling them, the calloused pads of his fingers deliciously rough against the sensitive buds. A familiar tightening in his groin sent a shudder up Clive’s spine.

His voice came out raw and slightly strangled sounding, “Gav—"

“Sorry! Sorry,” An embarrassed laugh escaped Gav’s crooked grin. “Forgot m’self for a moment, the lads being so mesmerizing and all.” He pressed an apologetic kiss to Clive’s chin, hands sliding onto higher, safer territory. “I’ll behave.”

Clive blew out a shaky breath, unsure if he wanted the other man to behave. He wondered if the others would notice if he just tossed Gav into the nearest covered wagon and fucked him senseless… or had Gav fuck him senseless. Neither of them was particular about what went where. Very likely they would notice. Pity.

“How are you doing, Gav?” He asked after a few moments.

“Well, ah,” Gav cleared his throat, “Blood’s definitely running hotter than it was. Fifty brigands probably passed us by unnoticed because I’m too busy thinkin ‘bout your magic tits—"

Clive laughed softly, pressing a kiss to each of Gav’s palms before tugging his gloves back on. “Well, whenever you need a warm-up, they’ll be here.”

A low chuckle sounded in Gav’s throat, “Thanks, Clive.” His hands gave Clive’s chest another quick, cheeky pawing. “You too, lads.”

[jupiter-reimagined]

Does your friend who said Butcher downgraded from Sylvester to Kali know about Stone? Because I think they'd also think Sylvester downgraded (which is valid, btw).

Stone, to me: You're my creator, why are you saying this?

Me: Stone, you're paranoid, cold, and stoic. You also have low self-esteem and had to learn that you were more than a weapon for the military. I think you should be honest with yourself and admit it's a miracle you managed to pull Sylvester.

i told them about stone cuz i was showing them a buncha art and pulling up my favorites (aka That One stone drawing w the pretty eyes) and they had no reaction. they did say "i like the twink next to him (sylvester)"

i also showed them the old outdated family tree of the ranch au and when i got to laila i was like "ah fuck i need to update this. cuz she got engaged YESTERDAY </3 on her 18th bday" and they were just like "WHO GETS ENGAGED AT 18????"

they do like the boxer au. and wanna see butcher all sweaty and gross and half-naked in the ring. so. i guess i have that on my to-draw list now. they may or may not have a favorite djgdssid

((and they think its funny how mārīte beat the shit outta stone in that au. theyve seen the height chart))

[itsactuallywhitewolf]

(for stephen strange) can you do one where the reader and stephen are being all cuddly in bed? just fluff basically cause i’ve been dying to read one of him in bed, deep morning voice, bedhead, half naked, etc etc.

Mellow Mornings

Pairing: Stephen Strange x gn!Reader

Warnings: None, except so much FLUFF!

Word count: 413

A/N: This was so much fun to write! Made me wanna curl up in bed and get lost in my dreamworld 🥺😩💕 I also used two prompts from this prompt list! English isn't my first language so I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes... I hope you still like it 🥰

The bed was cozy and warm when you were slowly waking up, your body curled up beneath the sheets. Still tired, you rubbed your eyes awake while pulling the blanket towards you and up to your chin. 

"If you steal the blankets, I might have to put my cold feet on you", Stephen mumbled next to you, eyes still closed and a somehow amused expression on his face. You shifted towards him, watching his soft features and his chaotic bed hair. "You wouldn't dare", you replied, feigning dismay.

"Wanna test it?" - "I don't think so", you chuckled softly, "Here, we can share." You put the blanket over both of your bodies, Stephen pulling you closer by the waist, nuzzling his face into your neck. He sighed in content, his voice still groggy from his sleep, "this feels nice." 

You hummed in agreement, enjoying his warmth and the gentleness of the moment. His fingers slowly wandered underneath your shirt, grazing the skin on your back and drawing figures with his calloused fingertips. You stayed like that for some time, just being. Skin brushing on skin, gentle strokes and tender kisses. Confessions told by touch and promises made unspoken.

He then pulled slightly away to look at you, nothing but admiration in his eyes. He softly cupped your face with his warm hand. Hands he once thought cold and worthless, nothing but a reminder of his ignorance. Then one day you came along and swept him off his feet, proving everything he knew wrong and teaching him better. How to become a better person, a better friend, a better lover. 

He stroked your cheek with his thumb, looking at your every feature as if to memorize them. "Tell me what you're thinking about", you whispered, interrupting the silence that fell between you. His gaze met yours, a small smile on his lips "Oh, it's nothing...", he replied, his hand now moving behind your head and slowly caressing your scalp, "Do you want to get up?" 

You let out a low groan at the thought of getting up and starting the day, "Let's stay a while longer like this..." 

You moved towards him, shuffling in the bed until you were lying on top of him, "'cuz this really is nice", you mumbled, resting your head on his bare chest.Stephen chuckled softly, touching your chin to pull you in for a kiss, before nuzzling his face into your hair. "Think we should do this more often..."

Request for headcanons/blurbs are still open!✨🦋

[suguruswife]

What The Portraits Hide Frank x Gn!Reader

Includes: angst(?), Mentions of cheating.

Gn reader.

I hate this man but I kinda like him... Mxwkdnwl the idea was spinning in my head and this will be ooc for sure cuz Frank is an asshole. Idk how many words I did but there were many 😭 the end is somewhat vague but well...

If you saw that instead of using her i used him or something like that, no, you didn't. There may be grammar mistakes, sorry for that!

time jumps and flashbacks might be annoying, hope that doesn't bother either, and memories and stuff from the past will be in this typeface, the rest will be in 'present'

Well, now yeah, let's go with our Frank x Gn! Reader.

Summary: You were the best friend of the troublesome Frank Morrison, your talent with drawing attracted him like a moth to the flame, curious and explorer. When you two went your separate ways, the memories were more scarred than any other scars.

"So you have a half-naked portrait of yourself?" Julie's question caught the interest of the tall man, who was lying down with his eyes closed.

The object was something that Frank longed to get rid of along with other things, so such was the surprise when he heard his partner mention it.

"Where did you find it?" Frank asked with a frown, he was sure that useless thing didn't exist anymore.

"Here in your drawer. It's very well done, I'm not gonna lie. You jerk off with this?" Julie said with a playful tone as she threw it from one hand to the other. looking amused at her boyfriend's expression.

"Leave it where you found it, it's not important."

"It must be important for you to have it in your room, who made it?" she questioned, watching as he slipped out of his bed completely.

"A friend, an old friend." Frank replied, watching the blonde's disappointed look.

"Who could this friend be? Are they the one you told me about once?" Julie directed her gaze to the floor, uncomfortable to bring the subject up again. She believed that he had gotten rid of everything, so it was such a surprise the fact that he still has a memory of said friend.

Frank sighed heavily before approaching his girlfriend and slowly taking her slowly by the shoulders. He was already tired enough to have to put up with her jealous attitudes.

"They are nobody special, you don't need to overreact, this person is someone from the past and nothing else, you are my present, babe."

"I know," Julie whispered before wrapping her arms around Frank's neck and placing a kiss on his lips. With some hesitation, she continued, "And your future too, right?" The words that came out of her mouth made Frank's hands shake, not with fear but uncomfortably.

"Yes, of course Julie. You are the only one."

A smile slowly peeked out, expressing that she was satisfied with his answer. Julie threw the portrait on his bed and went to the door.

"Wanna eat? I can stay and make dinner if you don't mind," she offered.

"I'd prefer to rest, you know. Tomorrow I gotta meet with the principal of the school, the old man wants to have a 'serious' talk. Will probably tell me about his collection of socks as punishment tho," the man said as he made his way to his closet.

Julie, kind of disappointed, watched steadily as Frank changed his clothes. Tattoos on display in all their glory. If he hadn't rejected her presence so obviously, she'd have reached out to touch them, to know if there was somehow a difference with the rest of his skin.

Frank's tired voice snapped her out of her trance, "Julie, could you..." He raised his finger to the door, the girl didn't need anything else to understand what he wanted.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow?" After hearing the affirmative humming from his part, she closed the door slowly behind her, wishing she could've stayed a little longer.

On the other hand, Frank leaned back and took the portrait, it was a drawing of himself that showed his features very well, excellently and realistically, from his face to his chest. He remembered the words of his old friend 'draw as far as it leaves people intrigued, until they want to see more.'

He didn't understand the meaning of art but he was attracted to it, he still remembered that autumn afternoon with you, he'd laughed like never before, laughed until his cheeks ached as if they had been squeezed by an older lady.

"I miss you," he whispered your name as he ran a finger over your artwork, longing for those three words to reach you.

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Sneezing again for what it felt like the tenth time in the day, you unburden yourself on a canvas, combining colors as if trying to make a sunrise. The idea of ​​making two people crosses your head momentarily, but you quickly reject it. You wouldn't want to try to ruin another canvas just on a romantic whim.

You stop everything before the brush touches your drawing again, boredom seized you suddenly and you decided to go clean your hands. Clean them until they are like new, like a doll's.

After a heavy wash, you went back to bed and into the sheets your thoughts began to wander from here to there until they caught up with your old best friend, the plague Morrison.

Whining to yourself, you turned around so the memories would stay in the back of your mind and not start playing like a cheap rom-com movie, it was enough with the fact that you almost always came across him anywhere. Even though you despised and ignored him, fate had a twisted way of amusing itself. It put him in front of you, like he was a rusty award that you deserved.

You rejected him every time.

Once again, albeit you hated him, you appreciate the moments of last fall, and that was something you couldn't stop thinking about.

A twisted movie and love.

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"Could you please stop fucking playing around? I'm working here, Morrison. Can't even draw you right because you shake like a washing machine," you sighed heavily running your fingers through your hair, throwing him at the same time a fulminant look, hoping you could convey your discomfort with the situation.

"There are a lot of things wrong with what you said, Honey. First of all, who the fuck has a shaking washing machine? I can't speak much, though. My mom washes clothes by hand." Frank remarked with a frown as he raised his elbows to lean on the bed. "And besides, you're the one who asked to draw me, you damn fan in love."

"I only came up with the idea because we were bored, you damn smug insolent!" you barked throwing one of your dirtiest -and least favorite- brushes at him.

He groaned as soon as it touched his bare chest, the texture felt strange and cold against his skin, not to mention that it had a mix of all existing colors.

"Admit it, you enjoy the view and you wanted to draw me half-naked."

"I do, I don't offer just any pretty boy a drawing. I choose my muses carefully, plus you're the favorite of many, I'm sure they gonna love to see you... How to say?" You put your hands under your chin as if you were thinking of the correct term. "Oh, yeah! They'll love to see up to a certain point of you, as if you were an unattainable gift."

Frank inclined his head before straightening it quickly, he needed to stay still like a statue but the questions still plagued him, were there more reasons for him to be your muse? Did you think he was hot?

"And what's your role here?" he asked.

"I am a kind of god. You are the image and I give you life." The words came out of your mouth easily, the answer was direct and you made them sound like they were simple and effortless to understand but Frank was more dumbfounded and confused than before.

He dismissed this comment of yours as a game, believing he knew better than that you just drawing him for entertainment, nothing more.

"Oh yeah, it'll be great to fuck someone random and find the love of my life. At the end of everything, I will thank my lovely creator."

"I don't think a romantic relationship is just about having sex," you pronounced slowly looking back at your work.

"Of course not, I always hook up with a stranger and I don't even catch their names."

A deafening silence filled the room, Frank's words echoing in your head feverishly and persistently.

"I messed up with that?" He slowly uttered, without taking his eyes off his hands, which were stroking his chest from top to bottom.

"No," yes, the correct answer was ringing loudly in your head, wanting to go out and shock the insolent man infront of you. "They are something of a night, right? As long as you don't get a new best friend I'll be fine. Let yourself enjoy, Frank, when we're in college you won't be able to enjoy that much."

"Actually, I met someone."

Looking up from your sheet, you observed how Frank made his fingers sound, something he did when he was nervous. Your heartbeat had noticeably sped up, and you were thankful that human beings don't have super hearing.

"Please tell me that they're not a minor," you begged within yourself. If that was the case, Morrison would be more screwed than the time he slept with the Sheriff's daughter.

"Do I look like a cradle robber? I'm not. And no, she's not a minor, she turned 18 a month and a half ago."

"Oh, damn, Morrison, you're not a cradle robber but you're almost there, huh." You scoffed at his answer.

"She's only a year younger, don't bother me! Try to make yourself happy for me, Honey. Possibly if things go well with her... I won't brag about my bedmates."

"Good news at least." You paused before a question escapes your lips, maybe it would be too intrusive but Frank always answered everything. "May I ask what did you see in her? I mean, there's something that stands out about her whole being or is she just a barbie doll?"

"Come on, don't start with that, keep drawing and I'll tell you about her but you don't need to pull your shit out like this." Frank's dry and harsh words made you freeze in place, making you regret even speaking.

Squeezing the brush tightly, you decided for once to shut up before releasing a comment.

"You act like my father, when you ask him what he likes about his girlfriend, he only says he loves when she cooks for him and washes his clothes, but he never says anything about her personality. She's there like a doll."

"You know I'm not into the little comparison shit so don't even do it again. I'm talking to you about something important and you have to do everything about yourself, don't you?"

"I was just remarking that to you, you can't say that you are attracted to a person just because they act like a doll."

"At least she tries hard to act like a decent person, if it weren't for me you wouldn't even have a friend."

Your hand trembled, causing the brush to slightly stain Frank's body black, frozen by his words, you let out a slight apology.

"Okay, don't apologize, just let me tell you a little about her and two other people I met."

Faced with his obvious emotion, you couldn't help but feel drowned, drowned in your own room. As if an overwhelming heat tried to melt everything in its path.

In that moment, you realized that Frank was slipping through your fingers, slipping away, and away.

"And well, she's so cool, it feels like suddenly the urge to leave this place is gone, she makes me feel good and also noticed me. Among all the boys, she chose me."

"Ah, sorry, what's her name? I was distracted for a moment."

"Julie. You ought to know her, she'd surely like your drawings."

"Maybe someday."

A quiet and comfortable silence settled in the room, too comfortable and charming for your liking.

"I still don't understand what you see in her," you heard how a heavy sigh escaped his lips, causing a giggle from your lips. His fake annoyance was hilarious up to a point. "I'm serious dude, you could find in other girls the same thing she has, what makes her different?"

"Her—"

"If you say her personality I'm gonna kick your ass."

"I was going to say her pussy but hey," he laughed at the disgusted grimace you made. "I bet into your mind crosses the 'the real pussy whipped'."

"Oh god, you are so disgusting."

Laughing out loud at your answer, he started patting his pants, searching for what you thought might be his wallet.

"I'm going to show you what she looks like." Frank took a picture that looked in a sorry state, you decided not to say anything so as not to ruin the bright smile on his face.

"Frank, it's okay you don't have to-MORRISON STAY STILL."

The black-haired man shrugged at your sudden scream, looking at you with a confused look.

"The muse shouldn't move, do you know how much it will cost me to get you back in the exact same position? A lot of time."

Jumping out of your place like a dog excited for its prize, you made your way to your bed and threw yourself. You ignored Frank's whimper of pain and looked at the photo.

"Oh, damn she's pretty," you murmured, unaware of the loving gaze the man next to you had. A loving gaze reserved for someone else.

"She really is."

A feeling of pain and jealousy began to bloom in your chest, you could break your head wondering if Frank ever looked at you like that and you wouldn't find an answer or remember any of that.

You cleared your throat audibly to bring him out of his stupor, "Shall we continue?"

"Obviously, gonna show everyone the portrait my best friend made of me. Maybe you'll have some fans as well."

"I do not need another fan if I already have you, Morrison. You approached me for that, remember?"

"And I don't regret anything, your hands make art, I like that. When I have my own gang you will make the image that represents us," he promised, with a look that was indecipherable to you this time.

You let out a laugh at his comment, the idea of ​​Frank being a gang leader sounded so funny and crazy at the same time. Though it didn't seem impossible, with his character he could achieve many things, he has done it before.

"Come on, those things about dreaming of being leaders are for children, you are a man now."

"Presidents are leaders, even if the idea bothers you, that's what they are."

Now it was your turn to laugh, before taking advantage of the situation. "But you aren't a president and if you were, you'd leave the country in debt."

"Well... you know what, shut up and get on with what you're doing."

you looked at the canvas again, analyzing how long it would take to finish. "I'm almost finished, I just need to paint your noodle arms, talk to me in the meantime." You dipped your brush in the water, trying to blur the color.

He growled in exasperation at your request, "We already talked a lot."

"Drop some funny thing then."

"Hmmm, I haven't told you about the other two people I met."

"Tell me about them, I wanna hear you."

"Well, there's this boy who is so unbearable but I like him. Too boastful though, you could challenge him to jump off a bridge and he would do it for being proud." It looked like Frank was complaining but the small smile on his face gave him away.

"What a coincidence, that reminds me of someone, don't you think?"

"Ha, you're so funny, dedicate yourself to comedy," he spat, settling into his position. "His name is Joey, if you want I could introduce him or something."

Stopping the drawing again in frustration for the fifth time, you looked at Frank.

"Absolutely not. I'm not into bad guys, plus I got you, that's enough."

"Yeah, but you and I are just friends, you need a dick," Frank said your name lengthening the last syllable, he certainly acted like a child at times. "It will come in handy. Sex increases happiness."

"Also the chances of getting pregnant or contracting any sexually transmitted diseases," you remarked deadpanned.

Laughing among you, you were carried away by time, when you realized it was almost 8 o'clock.

Certainly, when one enjoys the company of another person, time flies by. Even though, this is something you experienced only with Frank, he's always so straightforward, without filters and tactless, you don't even know why you are his friend but you wouldn't change him for anything.

You expected him to think the same.

"Are you ready to look better than ever, Frank? Because trust me, girls would rather see you in any portrait from now on."

"Just show me, it looks like you're making an announcement," he said as he got up from the bed and took hurried steps in your direction.

Frank put his hand on his chin, staring at the drawing. You knew that he wasn't only analyzing it but also studying it, observing from the mixture of colors that you applied to the drawing itself. When he was too quiet, you started to fidget, you knew very well his shitty personality and you knew he would be honest if he didn't like the portrait -honesty that you appreciated sometimes- but a part of you was afraid that he would lie so as not to hurt your feelings.

You wish he had lied about other things so as not to hurt your feelings as well.

"Looking good, you should have added more package to my pants tho."

"Package? I'm not going to add more size to your sausage when that's how it looks." You saw how he gasped pretending to be offended before a smirk appeared on his countenance.

"So you were watching." He put his hand on his chest like he was an embarrassed lady.

"Oh god, you are insufferable."

"But you love me."

Yes, and I hate that.

"Maybe." That's the last thing you pronounced before feeling his arms hugging your figure. You didn't need any words, his hug had already told you everything.

-

"Did you hear the rumor?" Your friend to your right had whispered to you, as if they were a spy agent.

With your books in hand, you frowned in confusion until you said your first thought.

"Rumor? What rumor? The one about Elizabeth trying again to seduce the math teacher?" you asked giggling, the man wasn't that bad but there were certainly better ones. The history teachers are second to none.

"No, about your ex boyfriend, Frankie," they blurted out, widening their smile at the change in your expression.

You cleared your throat, annoyed at the mention of him. "He was never my boyfriend and his affairs have nothing to do with me. Not anymore at least."

"I know, I know, but this is a big thing." They looked from side to side, making sure you two didn't have an unwanted audience. "Heard he was suspended from school."

"What?! Why and how long?"

"Looks like your ears are paying attention to me now, huh." Your friend said while hitting you on the forehead. "Silly, he's not a good man to you and to make things better, you and I remember very well the talk we had, right?"

"I do but you have to put yourself in my shoes. I miss him." You paused, looking frantically at your sides, afraid of meeting a member of The legion. "Why did they suspend him then?"

"I don't know if he was suspended or kicked out of the basketball team. Supposedly he shoved a referee into the stands." They shrugged, unimpressed by what Frank did.

"I see you too worried about an idiot whose aura screams violence from all sides. Go visit him if you want to, the worst that could happen would be that he blames you for everything and the best thing would be for him to help you with those concerns of yours. This has happened before and I don't think he's going to hurt you, right?"

You remain silent, thinking of many other times when he's hurt you with his words because of his anger.

You sigh shaking your head, "You're right, I don't think he will."

"Today I saw his whore, Juliette... Jules is it?" You could see the gears turning inside their head, so rolling your eyes you answered them.

"Julie," you responded, pursing your lips at the mention of her name.

"Yeah, that bitch who went from a popular girlie richie richie to a criminal. How can anyone fall so low?"

"Chasing after a little crush makes her stupid I guess."

There was a deafening silence and you felt small under the heavy gaze of your friend. Perhaps you are the least indicated to speak.

"Save yourself whatever you want to say."

They left, but not before letting out a laugh that caught the attention of a couple of students. Laughing to yourself, you started heading for the exit, thinking at the same time how you would talk to the insolent Frank.

-

"Are we really having a deep talk?" Frank asked, taking a sip of beer.

"I was just telling you that money isn't everything but can give you many things." You had a drink at the same time, the cold liquid sliding down your throat. So cold that you felt it burning you.

"Money is great but passion and freedom is better," he remarked, wagging his fingers dramatically, you hated philosophical talks with Frank because he always wanted to be right, even if he denied being that persistent.

You laughed sarcastically, "You can be free in many ways, without being a criminal for example."

"Say what you want but you will never feel the adrenaline and excitement that The Legion has." Frank sounded almost very proud, it made you sad and a bit frightening because for the first time you saw a leading figure in him. Acting like a leader, one who tramples others. A selfish one.

"The Legion? What's up with that name?"

"Julie made it up."

You hummed in recognition.

"How are things going between you two?" You asked, finishing the fourth- no, fifth bottle?

"We are fine, we do the typical couple stuff, although sometimes she is a bit childish," he replied as he opened another beer for you.

You took the bottle between your hands before speaking again, "Why-why is that?"

"She said bullshit about I cared more about my friends than her."

"I am 'those friends'?" You asked, the sarcastic tone didn't leave you and you were still angry about what had happened since Frank told you about Julie.

"Julie hesitates, nothing more. She knows the existence of a friend who has feelings for me but doesn't know you explici—"

"Because you told her."

"It just got away from me, I had no idea she was gonna be so paranoid!"

"I bet you laughed at that."

"I didn't- Come on, don't be like that." Frank took your arms as he said your name slowly. You wish he had said it more lovingly, showing some hint of concern or something.

"I hate this. I hate that you are aware of what you do, what you do to me and still act like nothing. You still choose her." You lowered your gaze, hating him was impossible, since your decisions led you here. At this moment. Encouraging you to look at it again, you murmured slowly looking directly at his lips, "I really want to kiss you, man."

Frank looked with sorrow at your visibly drunk figure, he knew that not in a million years would you dare to confess your feelings directly, you always preferred that people notice everything around you.

Swallowing heavily, Frank muttered the first excuse he thought of, "But Julie and I—"

"Julie is not here, I am. I always have been and always will be."

You slowly approached Frank putting a hand on his shoulder, you thought he'd push you away but he just watched your movement. When you didn't see his refusal to your touch, you ran your thumb down his neck reaching his cheek.

His eyes closed at the show of warm affection, something he had been deprived of for many years of his life. Even his girlfriend's fingers felt like ice cubes compared to yours.

"Please Frank. Just one kiss, it won't gotta happen again. It won't mean a thing," you pleaded slowly bringing your face closer to his, noses almost brushing against each other.

His eyes went from your eyes to your lips, an action that didn't go unnoticed before your eyes."Then go ahead, show me what I've been missing."

You leaned even further over him and breathed raggedly before finally bringing your lips together with his. They were warm, and softer than you would've imagined, both of you had just started and you already felt in a state of complete bliss, forgetting about everything bad that happened.

You wanted to get the most out of this dance before it was over, so you held on as long as you could. Your eyes had closed not to see him, not to see his expression either of disgust or pleasure, because both of them would hurt you in the same way.

You couldn't bear that act anymore, your lungs begged for more air than you were receiving, You were drowning and you didn't know why, if it was because of the heady kiss or anything else. Reluctantly, you turned away from the kiss, only for him to pull you back, claiming and biting your lips with demand.

One became two, two became three, so on until you couldn't count them anymore. Albeit you two had to pull apart for air, that didn't stop him from continuing to move his hand up and down your lower back.

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen," he muttered looking you straight in the eye, causing you to blush at his comment, though the next words that came out of his mouth were ready to tear you apart, "but you are not her." Your name slowly escaped his lips, as if he was trying to emphasize that you are the boring one and the second course in the story.

Frank only shows you the leftovers, never who he is completely.

You'd have preferred to be stabbed than to feel how gently he drove you away, as if you were delicate and fragile in his hands. You saw how he took your bag and stood by the door, clearly stating that at the moment, you weren't welcome.

"This-this is how this end? You dump me? You kick me out while intoxicated?" You asked dumbfounded by his actions, you hoped that he would at least accompany you but his body language clearly said that he expected you to leave on your own two feet.

"I'm sorry I—"

"You can apologize but I won't forgive you," you said as you rose from his bed, taking your jacket and bag from his hands. "Don't worry about showing me the way out either, I know how to leave."

The only reason you didn't slam the door was probably because his parents were sleeping, so you had no choice but release your frustration by crying.

Frank Morrison was not a good man.

But you expected him to be one for you.

-

The seasons changed, appearances did too, but feelings kept floating around.

You didn't see Frank in what had been months, he didn't contact you and neither did you. You didn't blame him for what happened (at least not so much) you decided to kiss him even knowing that he has a girlfriend. 

Someone who gives him warmth and comfort.

Even if you tried to hate him, you couldn't. And the scenes of him wrapping her arms around Julie at school reminded you how much you wanted him. 

Why not me? Was the first thing you thought when witnessing those disgusting moments.

But the worst thing was when you felt him, when you felt his gaze fixed on you. You didn't need to see who was looking at you, you already knew.

Frank Morrison was not a good man, but he felt. He felt remorse every time he thought of you. 

And he felt it too when he was with Julie.

Because it felt bad yearning for someone else.

And despite the damage he'd done to you, you still cared. The ultimate proof of that is that you are standing on his doorstep right now. Just to find out if the rumor was true. God only knows what would happen to Frank if he got suspended.

After knocking a few times and getting no response, you were about to leave until the door opened abruptly, startling you at the sudden display of Mr. Clive.

You never spoke to him other than to greet him with manners, leaving that aside, he was just an angry drunk and the smell that his body gave off only served to reinforce the pitiful truth. His aura was so dark and depressing that you couldn't help but wince.

"Hello Mr. Clive, I wanted to know if Frank was here by chance." You said as nicely as you could, afraid of provoking some kind of negative reaction from him.

The man in front of you looked you up and down before answering, it made you feel dirty for a moment, wishing you were some insect rather than a person. "That good-for-nothing must be fucking someone else, little bug." The poisonous words along with his stinky breath further strengthened your grimace, if you were brave enough you would break his shitty face.

"That is not what I asked, sir."

That answer seems to have not liked him because he settled in his place, trying to intimidate you. "Should be grateful that I opened the door and im talking ya." Rudely, Clive slammed the door in your face, making you curse under your breath.

Even though you knew that Frank was adopted, there were times when you thought 'like father like son'. It was terrifying to think how he despised so much a person with whom he shared a certain resemblance and even gestures.

Coming home has never felt this good, worries still filled your whole being but there was nothing better than having dinner and going to sleep, problems could wait for tomorrow.

Taking something from the fridge quickly, you went to your room, there was no noise and you weren't in the mood to play music to have background noise.

You despised when you were completely alone in the dark and in silence, because that would allow you to overthink. And luckily the only thing that crossed your mind was calling your friend, they would be more than willing to hear you rant about Frank and the entire legion -even though you barely knew the names of the others- the calls with them always lifted your spirits, taking you out of the darkness and removing to some extent the emotional pain you suffered from.

And a specific call always reminded you that they were there for you.

-

"I hate him. I hate him because he doesn't know how good and bad he makes me feel. I hate him because if he does, he doesn't move away from me, he excites me almost without knowing it. And I hate him because I know he loves me but not in the way I do," you exclaimed, squeezing the phone a little too hard, thank god you had the house alone, it'd be horrible to have to cry in silence, swallowing your tears painfully.

"Okay, sweetie, listen to me I need you to calm down, we—"

"I know she is only a year younger than us and there is no problem with Frank dating her but-but I-" The words stuck in your throat, you could feel your stomach churning, perhaps from remorse or even distress. Admitting and letting the words out wasn't easy.

"I wish he would notice me."

And so you broke, shedding tear after tear, clutching your clothes until your knuckles turned white from the iron grip. The pain wasn't compared to that of your heart, because if denying romantic feelings -those that burned into your entire being- was difficult, then saying them out loud was even worse.

"I know, I know," Your friend said with a reassuring tone, almost like a mother worried about her child. "And trust me, it will hurt like a kick in the balls when you see them both together, but the pain will pass and better days will come. There will come a time when you wonder who the fuck is Frank Morrison. Maybe the neighborhood baker?"

Through your tears you giggled, possibly they were right, although the chances of forgetting someone like him were low.

"Do you think he will do the same thing he did to me?" you whispered more to yourself than to anyone else, thinking and wanting another person to suffer the same thing that you was selfish but the envy you had for Julie was stronger.

There was a long pause before their voice answered, "I highly doubt it, sweetie. They are a couple, they'll probably break up but I don't think he'll do the exact same thing to her." You gave a whimper before they nervously exclaim, "But don't worry about him, he will surely come back with his tail between his legs."

"It's been weeks, not a damn message or sign that he was ever my friend. What good is it that he looks at me if he does it with disdain? As if I had ruined his life."

"He's acting like a moron, give him time and he'll come back, all men do the same. They come back when they realize they lost something valuable."

"Then you make me understand that if he comes back I have to welcome him with open arms?" you asked confused at your friend's pun.

"You should check those ears honey because I didn't say that shit. If that dickhead comes back, give him the punch of his life, so he learns not to play with other people's feelings."

"Surely I will." You laughed, seeing Frank fall on his ass would be the glory.

"That's the spirit! Now, wake up to the real world before you keep thinking about 'the-boy-we-shouldn't-mention'." They said goodbye before cutting off the call.

-

Slowly opening your eyes, you were greeted with darkness, indicating that it was still night. You realized that somehow you'd been a victim of the softness of your bed since you were still half asleep. so you checked the clock and managed to see what time it was.

'2 am, fuck.'

You sighed annoyed and settled back into your sheets, determined to sleep until your body wants to wake up.

You were already falling back into your dreams until you heard an almost inaudible noise, it was probably the neighbor's cat, usually always prowling the neighborhood at odd hours looking for food. If you were fully conscious you would feed it but now it's time to sleep.

The noise rang out again, and this time it came clearer and louder to your ears. It looked like it was someone or something knocking on your window and it became persistent at the lack of response. You wanted to ignore it but it was so unbearable that made you want to take your ears off. So you got up abruptly and opened the window looking down. Already jaded by the interruption of your sleep.

Looking outside your house, your heart skipped a beat at the very familiar figure that stood there in all his splendor.

"Frank?" you murmured loud enough for him and not the residents of the house to hear you.

He whispered your name back, adjusting his jacket for the cold Ormond weather. "Can I- can I talk to you?"

"I don't know, can you?" you replied coldly, you probably would've made a joke about how your tone resembled the cold city weather but this wasn't the time.

"The old man told me you wanted to see me, I took advantage and came here."

For a couple of seconds, you were reminiscing about the time Frank told you that you were the only person who had come to his house. You shook your head to dispel the matter and went back to Frank, who was patiently waiting for your answer.

"Okay, I'll give you ten minutes."

You opened the door and Frank didn't wait a bit before hugging you, almost crushing you. The leather of his jacket felt cold against your skin and left you shivering against his body, he'd caught you off guard but still you didn't return the hug, too uncomfortable with the display of affection from a person you haven't talked to in months.

"I missed you, too much," he whispered, making you sigh at his warm breath against your ear.

"Frank, let's talk to my room, okay? I don't wanna wake anyone up."

With a nod from him, you two went straight to your room. You let the black-haired man analyze your room like the first time, he looked like a child tasting a new candy.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Your voice seemed to take him out of his world, as he blinked and finally looked at you.

"What did you want to talk about? You're the one who showed up at my house."

"Yes, but now you are the only one at my house, I doubt you thought something happened to me so I deduce that you have something to say to me."

"I already told you, you wanted to see me and I took the opportunity to come."

There was silence in the room, your gaze never left his, determined not to lose the little game. You waited until he finally gave up and looked away, you smiled to yourself at the victory.

"I went to see you because I was worried about what happened," you went to your bed and threw yourself on it, you knew that Frank's eyes were following you intently, waiting for you to continue, "about what you did."

"You're going to scold?" he asked amused, leaning defiantly against the wall near your door.

"I told you I was worried, did you really get suspended?"

Your name escaped his lips, you didn't know if it was in the form of a warning or regret, but you didn't care, you looked at him expectantly. His next words could be a downfall or a miracle, you expected him to deny everything, to say that he was wrong and to admit his mistakes.

"It is true, I don't know what you heard exactly but it's true." At your expression of surprise, he avoided any type of eye contact, almost fearing that your gaze would set him on fire. "And I'm going to drop out of school for that reason."

"Wait, you can't be serious. Studies are everything! What will you do when you have to get a job, do adult stuff?" You exclaimed, feeling a sudden heat from the rush of emotions.

At your comment, Frank gave a sarcastic laugh, one of the ones you hated the most with all your being, "That's none of your business, I'll figure it out, I don't need a little piece of paper to prove I got more than one neuron."

"You cannot do this, you're gonna condemn yourself and I can assure you that there will be no one there to help you, not even Julie." You pronounced desperately, you could bet you were the only one who had worried about his future and you'd be right. He has no friends, he has company.

"Julie, Susie, Joey and you can all fuck off, I don't need your help or anyone else's, I've been alone for half my life, I can deal with more loneliness, it won't change anything." Frank had the facade of calm but his tone gave him away and you knew that if you two continued like this, nothing would end well.

You scoffed after hearing his little speech, being the only one who was able to see him suffer, "That's bullshit and you know that! You are always the one who pushes us all away! Waiting for us to follow you as if you were a religion, what's wrong with you?"

"You don't know what you're talking about," he yelled at you, he had reached his limit and the glass was finally overflowing. "I tried so hard to be your friend and I supported you in every single thing, but you couldn't return the same treatment to me. It was such a difficult task for you, wasn't it?"

"Because you're a freaking criminal, Morrison." You returned the same tone he used, getting dangerously close to him. "I haven't seen you do a thing right since we stopped talking, I know you and you're better than this."

"You're just jealous."

"Jealous?" you asked stunned. "Listen to me and do it well, Frank. I am and always was the only damn person who cared about you here in Ormond. When you gave a shit to Clive I was there to treat you like a king. I treated you like Julie won't even be able to do it in three lives, So don't…" you paused when gasp rose from your throat, unable to bear the overwhelming situation. "Shit, I gave you my hand and you took my whole arm and still... still I—"

You were interrupted by the strong pull of Frank, who brought you closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around you. He took your chin gently, the familiar fingers were more callused than the last time you felt them but you didn't care, you still resisted his grip, struggling to separate your body from his.

"Yeah, that's right," he muttered, drastically changing the mood. "You are the only one," the words slipped from his mouth, almost like a prayer. You wanted to hear it, pray it over and over and over again.

You looked at him as he slowly loosened his grip, you doubted the existence of the truth behind his words but you were friends, he wouldn't hurt you. Even if he already did.

"Am I?"

"You were and you are." He took one of your hands and led you to your bed. You wanted to protest, kick, fight, you really wanted to. But you didn't.

Not wanting to push your limits too much, he positioned himself below you, almost giving himself up. You, on the other hand, were on his lap, without knowing what to do.

"You have no idea how much I wanted you. Having another woman under my arms and still thinking about you was killing me, you were the reason for my martyrdom." You saw him swallow hard as soon as you put your hand against his cheek, he seemed desperate even when he took that same hand and directed it from his chest to his bulge in his pants.

You whimpered at the sensation, the feeling of being longed for by Frank himself was too suffocating, a desire that was reserved for your dreams and fantasies, impossible for it to be real.

But how to think that this was a dream if you felt his hands running over your body in a firm but prurient way? whispering to you how good you were to him and nothing had even started.

The annoying and persistent noise of a cell phone interrupted both of your act, bringing you out of the nebulous lust in which you got into.

Frank grunted in frustration, slowly pulling away from you to take the call. You saw him take out his cell phone and answer the call, you didn't want to seem very curious but at the end of the day he was in your room. It was impossible not to listen.

The only thing you heard was that he confirmed his presence somewhere.

"Hey," Frank began, "they call me, we have an issue to resolve." His words should've worried you but instead you just squirmed in discomfort, knowing very well what he meant by that.

"It's fine."

"I don't want things-our thing, to end in nothingness, after doing one last thing with the legion, I promise I'll be back, we can have that talk that we both needed."

"Only with me will you talk? Don't you think you owe somebody else explanations too?" You asked looking for his look, you appreciated that he wanted to talk and not argue but he would also have to talk to her.

You saw how he frowned slightly but calmed down and sighed, "Yes, I will, but later." Frank cradled your face in his hands and brought his lips closer, you closed your eyes expectantly until you felt them on your cheek.

"Please wait for me, I won't be long."

And so you waited, It had been about an hour since he left and you wandered around your room looking for something to do. You left your bedroom door and your window open, patiently awaiting Frank's arrival. You didn't know how things would go from now on but you and he were always friends, even if you two parted and went separate ways, fate would always bring you together. You were glad that things are not so awkward or weird, you expected the relationship to flow normally. You had your hopes pinned on this.

You had no idea why the matter was taking so long but it's Frank we're talking about, he could easily transform a 5 minute talk to a 2 hour one.

So you kept waiting, it went from 3 am to 4.45, you resigned yourself and closed your eyes, happily imagining that you would wake up with his arms around yours. With a future ahead. With so many things to do.

All that to wake up with a cold bed. With no one by your side. Even the cold weather was laughing at you.

The assurance that he hadn't abandoned you was in you. So you went to class normally and repeated yesterday's routine.

The couple of days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months. But you waited for him, because you had nothing else to do and because you still wanted that talk. You needed it. You needed him.

The rumors regarding the disappearance of the legion were varied, many said they belonged to sects and others clung to the idea that they had murdered a man. The man they had found buried in the snow.

The months and years may pass, you may move elsewhere, but the cold of that night in Ormond will haunt you to the end. That and also the memory of a portrait made by your hands. Hands that belonged to a body, a body that even a bad man like Frank could come to love.

He was not a good man, but he did care. And you knew it.

[lolita-lollipop]

Maybe a fantasy yandere erasermic family and the reader can’t hear well and I feel like the whole family are sirens, when they first meet the reader, they can’t hear them I feel like they would treat the reader like a baby cuz of they can’t hear well gn or day

YANDERE ERASERMIC FAMILY FANTASY AU X READER

(Isnt this image of ponyo? I don’t know why it’s marking it as “sensitive content” for me, please tell me if it’s not what I’m seeing)

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You were walking along the peer side, the old woman up in the rocking chair had tried to warn you to stay away from the water at night, you didn’t hear her, the young man at the convienence store tried to tell you to stay inside during the night, you couldn’t hear him, you were blatantly entering a taboo area during the nighttime without any idea of it.

So of course you didn’t think to look closely at the shapes moving in the water, or the almost human eyes staring at you from the waves. Throughout the deep sea, a deep calliing rang through the rolling waves, enticing, sweet, the voice echoed through the peers, the docks, the towns. You stayed staring at the sea, watching the waves crash against the black sand.

The beings in the water remained confused, any human would come running into the sea, they would have drowned by now, leaving them with their next meal. You seemed to not hear them, even when all four of them started their calling, trying to draw you into the foamy seawater. You still didn’t come though, could you not hear them?

You were like a little baby siren, they couldn’t hear anything for the first 12 years of life, and you’re so small too, you are just too precious. Your like a little pip, too small and tiny to hear them. They just had to save you from those humans, they’ll hunt you down and carve you apart! They can’t have that!

In your own obliviousness, and fascination with the few jellyfish floating through the green water, you barely took notice of the humongous fish-thing floating under the dock you were on, it’s scales shined the darkest shade of black, similar to obsidian. Three others figures in the water followed him, any fish in the area went as far away as they could, fearing the half human/half fish beasts, they were fiercely protective, coming in contact with one is like a death wish, even for sharks.

When the jellyfish and dolphins floated away, you showed a disappointed expression on your face, their glow was the only thing lighting up the water during the nighttime, so now it was just a black pool of nothing. It only took a few seconds for you to feel the vibrations of the planks under you cracking, you turned quickly, looking down at the wooden placement deck, behind you, a greying, cold, hand was stuck through it. It had… scales? Iridescent little circles coating the elbows and wrists. It also was webbed, like the hands of a frog.

You panicked, jumping up and screeching (unintentionally), then another hand, than another. There were so many hands… everywhere. It was just way to much to comprehend in your Brain at the moment, and the hand that was now wrapped around your ankle didn’t help, at all. It pulled you down, cracking at the splintering wood, you clawed at it, trying to loosen it. From under the boards, a gurgling coo rang out, like there was water blocking someones throat. You didn’t have time to think about it, as the hand pulled you completely through the board, and your head slammed against the broken side of it, and so you fell unconscious

“Don’t worry, you’re safe now”

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You woke up a few days later, confused where you are, sore, tired, and most uncomfortable of all, naked. Like no clothing whatsoever, you didn’t even want to know what happened to your clothes, or who took them off, you just wanted to know what happened to you. Your hair was damp, and there were little pearls braided into it, you looked around, both g the stone walls with gems littered throughout them, the crystals hanging from the ceilings, waves coming in through a small pool in the ground. You… you’re in an underwater cave?

You pushed the woven blanket thing off of you, revealing how nude you actually were, walking up to the pool, wondering how deep it went, and how far down and forward you would actually have to swim to get out, from there you don’t even know where you are, you could just be in the middle of the ocean, and you can’t swim that far. Somebody had to have taken. You here, it’s smarter to wait for them to get back so you can see how they get in and out.

When a group of huge fish start to pop up from the pool you panicked, gasping and falling back, the bottom floors of stones was surprisingly smooth, so it didn’t hurt as bad as you would expect. Those fish, those fish had arms, and faces, and teeth. Those weren’t fish were they? They’re mermaids? No, too scary for that, maybe like crackens, no, oh, sirens. You hid behind one of the pillars, watching them through one of the cracks, they moved out of the water, their tails morphed into twin legs, like your own. Each had different combinations of fabrics wrapped around them, the younger looking girl (whom was still taller than you) had pearls around her wrists and necks. They all looked confused seeing your absence from the bed of leaves and blanketing.

One splayed his arms out and started speaking, you couldn’t hear much of it, just muffled noises. You aren’t all that good at reading lips, you aren’t around people all that much, so it’s never come to you to try to learn. Your grandmother knew how to sign, and you only ever came in contact with her, so it’s never been a problem. How much you wished you could now. In your spying, the slick water on the ground slipped you up, causing you to fall straight on your back, alerting them of your position.

The yellow haired man- siren, swiftly made his way over to the rock you were hiding behind, housing you up and over, he held you close to his chest in a cradling position, stroking your hair, and chucking when you squirmed. He brought you back to the bed thing and sat you down on your butt, you covered yourself to the best of your ability by balling up. You tried to ignore the multiple eyes on you, just trying your best to figure out if you could make the swim out. The man made a pointing to the sky, then bringing his hand down, the others nodded and said different things, before each going off in different direction, disappearing in the shadows of the cave.

In a moment the purple haired one brought back something in a long cylindrical shaped item, the black haired man grabbed it with a scaly hand, and bent down to your level, god this thing was tall, over 9 feet to put it in perspective for you. He brought the thing to your mouth, smiling at you and tapping his mouth as if to tell you to drink it, or suck it or something. It was like he’d done this before, like communicate with someone who has trouble hearing.

When you refused, he tapped your own lips, plugging up your nose by squeezing it with two of his fingers, and shoved the cup thing into your mouth, holding it tight to your lips. He shook his head, kindof an indication taht he was not going to let you breath until you drank some of it. And so you did, not wanting to Feint again. The substance was sweet, not at all what you expected it to be, it was also freezing cold. The man pulled you close to his chest, i patching his hand form your nose, but still holding the cup firmly to your mouth.

This continued for a few minutes, you are way to scared to stop drinking it, this guy is clearly much stronger than you are, and he could easily hurt you if he wanted too. The others came back soon, holding various objects. Many different fabrics, a tangle of shiny coins and jewels, and just a variety of little trinkets. It was a little too late for you to react when they started pulling the objects onto you. Even with the struggle, they did it with ease, pulling different silks over your nude areas, and adorning you in jewels.

After this, you were taken off back to the bed of dry seweed and some knitted blanket, and tucked under the warmth. The only thing you could really think was,

What’s gonna happen now?

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Your been here for probably a Month or two, at least that’s what you thought, you couldn’t see the sun go down or up. Everyday here was virtually the same, they would bathe you in the pool of sweater, using oils and soaps from little jars, and then they would dress you up in different fabrics and jewels. One of them would stay with you most of the day, usually the smaller female, she carries you around the cavs, showing you little crabs, or drawing shapes in the sand with you, or letting you braid her hair. Sometimes you seam into the little pool with her, she hold onto you as if you’ll drown bough.

Oh, one of the constants in your life is the same green stuff they made you’d rink on the first day here, everyday, you would be either laid down, or sat in someone’s lap, and then the seeet drink was fed to you. More recently, they started applying a pink jelly to your waist and arms, it was freezing, and made your skin tingle.

You noticed yourself kindof… changing, which scared you to a new level. You used to be able to hear simple sounds, but now your hearing was pretty much gone, no, it’s completely gone, you can’t hear anything anymore. And you notice the bumpy texture taht started showing up on your arms, and your own memories started disappearing, like they never existed in the first place. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to remember your parents, or your friends, or barely anyone.

The two older men in the group, constantly bright back little pearls or seashells, sometimes even little turtles for you to play with, you named one Shelly and the other pip, they slept with you. The other purple haired one was a little bit more reserved with you, he would scour the bottom of the ocean for mundane human items, like earbuds Or forks, you had a growing collection of forks. No knives though, he thought you would hurt your skin with taht.

You find yourself snuggling into them when you hold you, which is odd, because their skin used to be ice cold, now it feels warm to you. They massage your back every day while you held onto one of your turtles, checking under your shirt (if that’s what you could call it) for something, you still didn’t know what, they would smile at you and tickle your tummy, muttering words you couldn’t hear.

It looks like your fins are finally growing in!

Guess you’re really gonna stay their little baby forever

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Thank you for requesting! It was a really cool idea and I had a lot of fun writing it! Tell me if you want to change anything!

Have a great day anon!

[faunoderio]

♡. Macjomo ¹

𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: EXPLICIT

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Evan MacMillan (Trapper) x reader. (Philip Ojomo // Wraith).

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: This happens in HOY universe.

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 1.435

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: Missgendering. R//pe play. Everything is consenced.

Philip was nervous and sweating, he never was that close to a man ever, less half naked. Evan is a mf with no heart and even he looks straight to me... ok... Uhm, he invited me to his secret cave, it looks beautiful ngl but it's weird cuz i thought he hates me... well, not necessary hates me but thinks i'm weak and stupid. He said he wants to show me his drawings, but he's so ashamed of it that it needs to be in a secret place, oh God.

— So Evan... what do u want to show me?

+ Don't call by that name.

— Sorry, i didn't know it bothers u.

+ It's okay. Uhm, i bring ya here cuz... — I don't know why he looks so nervous, he's literally sweating and stuttering. — said Philip in his conscience. — I want to ... idk, i don't want to be alone this night.

I opened my eyes like black plates.

— Bro...?

+ AGH!! forget that!

Evan throw me to the ground with madness.

— Yo nigga what the fuck?!- Evan shut my mouth with his huge hands, sorrounding all my slim body. + Shshhhh... Be quiet — he whispered — Ya look so sexy in those shorts.

I frowned confused.

+ I want to fuck ya so bad since I know u have something I want down there.

I scared and tried to get him off, I struggle but he is stronger than me. I tried to shout but I couldn't, he was holding my mouth, his hand could trapped my both wrists and was completely in top of me. He whispered — If u open your mouth, this turning worse —He removed his hand of my mouth and put it in my abdomen, slowly moving up to the chest which was covered with bandages. Evan put a finger low the bandages to tickle me like worm movements..

Philip was shaking, he tried taking him of but couldn't. Evan interrumpted his thoughts.

+ Let's see what we have here. He free my wrists and then, I had the opportunity to escape, punching him in the face and kicking him in the testicles. Evan grunted in pain. I got up and ran away but not for so long cuz he grabbed me from my ankle dragging me across the ground.

— STOP, PLEASE !! Let me go ! — I sobbed. He took me from my roots/horns roughly, on top of me, and told me.

+ Cry or try to scape again and i'll fucking kill ya right here, right now.

I shed a tear.

He shreddred my bandages, exposing my chest. Shaking, Philip closed his eyes and imagined he wasn't there. — How beautiful titties ya have — Evan smiled, kneading Philip's tits, he hold them gently, making thumb circles in his dark nipples. Suddenly, he took of his mask and buried his faces between those pair, I whimpered softly. — Don't call them "titties"... please. Evan ignored me. He was making disgusting sounds sucking my nipples, like if he were eating them. While he was sucking one, he was playing with the other, twisting it, squeezing it.

Philip moaned quietly and close his eyes again, roughly this time. Evan laughed, licked all his chest, ran his tongue all over his abdomen, his abs felt like little mountains to his tongue. + I finish my appetizer here, now i want the whole menú. — What u mean "menú" !? — I already told ya, haven't I?

Evan took the top of his shorts and lower them slowly paying attention to each skin pore that was showing, staring at his mons pubis.

+ This is what I was waiting for...

Philip had a worried and embarrased face, pulled up his shorts quickly cuz he couldn't handle the insecurity and fear. — I- I- I can't do this, please, i'm begging you, let me go. — Evan closed up to his face, looked at his eyes with a very intimidating face for a while, Philip was sweating, he was waiting for a punch in the face or a choke, but... Evan kissed him. He wasn't expecting that... With all the guilty and pleasure feelings, he responded to the kiss harder, was a tongue, wet kiss, with passion and rage. Philip held up of Evan's rough nape, while he was tampering his entire body. His hands were dry and felt like rocks grating my body, ripped my pants off and tampered my thights. Then, he took a look to my intimity and said.

+ Lord bless America. W- — Just shut up. I blushed.

Evan got closer and rubbed his bulge to me, so softly and gently, up and down, slowly. He undressed and revealed the huge monster between his legs. Philip straightened up when he saw it, astonished I said. — Don't even think about it... The Trapper seduced me with his eyes answering him already, confident. Put the hand in front of me so I can spit on it and moisten his cock. I stared at him, frotting himself with my saliva, he looked so... hot touching himself in front of me, even... he looked so pleased. His growlings turns me on a lot. His glans was shining... Oh God, forgive me.

Evan got closer, bringing that monster to me, I can't allow it.

— Uhm, man. I- I don't know- Ah !!?~ - He already placed his glans in my entrance... Robbing it between his labias, so softly. I- I. A little moan scaped from my throat, and he heared it.

He opens one eye and looks at me, I cover my face with my hands and t-shirt, it was too embarrasing. He shows me his teeth and gets even closer, I can feel his testicles skimming my anus.

+ I knew you liking it.

— Shut up, u big idiot.

Evan grabs him by thighs and places them on his. After having moistened his entrance, carefully rubbing his cock, he decided to penetrate him. Philip lets out a long and pleasurable moan, squirmming. — ¡Oh, Dios! — I wasn't expectating that! How he dares?? he was just warming me to it, then, he decides to bury that beast in me.

+ Fuck, ya feel so tight and wet in here — Groaned. His movements were careful and passionate. — Phil.. ya are so fragile and delicate, ya pussy is warm and narrow, I fuckin love it. — he sped up.

It is throbbing, oh my God, It feel so good. His strongs arms holding my spread legs for him makes my "kitty" beat, i feel if my heart was in my mons, God, why this feels so great? Am I enjoying it? Cuz — Hmm humhmm ~ jeez, continue, sweetheart, U - Agh ~~ — Philip didn't want Evan to hear his cries of pleasure, so he shut his mouth with his hands.

When Evan found out, picked up both of his wrists and placed them over his head so he can't move with one hand.

+ I want to hear ya scream to me.

I can't resist, my chest is bouncing, his huge body covers mines, that heat I'm feeling in my stomach, those watery sounds that my kitty is making when he plugs his member inside of me that fast and rough.

— ... Keep going. — Evan, amazed, did what he wants. Fucked him harder.

Wraith's lil kitty was red (not literally) it was burning, it hurts a lot but it feels so good. Isn't it? ... Hmm, this feels like heaven. Philip started to rub his clit while hiding his face, he didn't want anybody to see him while turning on. — Harder ... please. — He said with broken voice.

Evan grabbed him from his tits, squeezing them, and apparently, trying to destroy his pussy. That shit was wet and creamy asf.

— Oh, God! I-I-m- Ah~ - Don't stop !! I'm- it's coming ! ~ Please !!

+ We both. ~

Evan grabbed his arms, lifted him from the waist up, clinging to him and, kissed him as hard as he could. Wraith suprised, but he still loves when he kiss him, it feels like true love. (yo y los traumados cuando). He squirted. Evan dropped him carelessly, leaving him with all his cum inside.

Philip looks sick, he fell on the ground trembling, had a shaking orgasm. He had a completely satisfying face like if he were seeing Jesus or something. Stayed on the ground feeling the cum sliding out of him.

[harrypotterximagines]

ANON: hey angel, I was wondering if you could write a smut for Neville involving him and a fem!reader losing their virginities together, and he’s super nervous and shy and reassuring, and totally overwhelmed by everything he feels cuz he’s honoured she loves him enough to let him touch her and omg just supersuper sweet Neville PLEASE 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

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The air was heavy as soon as you opened your eyes. A certain feeling inside of you was churning, a thousand small butterflies fluttering around your heart. You felt like glass, ready to shatter; and the best part was, you were ready to break.

The way how Neville slept alongside you, wool blanket dragged to the tip of his nose, securing himself with warm overwhelmed you. His peaceful body laid limp, unaware you were watching his doze. It’s true when one says that words cant describe the immense amount of love you feel for him. Your body felt baptized whenever you caught a glimpse of your soulmate. It was a connection you assumed you were never going to reach.

Taking your eyes off Neville, you swung your legs alongside the bed, hoisting yourself up and getting ready for the day. Each step you took, each corner you passed, your mind couldn’t leave him. It seemed that whatever was in the air wasn’t just speculation but rather a bug. The bite of love’s grace stung you extra hard this morning, warmth and serenity filling your veins like liquid gold. 

Squeezing the bathroom counter and letting the coldness of the marble cool your body, your wide smile reflected back at you. Moments like these, when you have a chance to step back and reflect on all your privileges, dating Neville was more than a personal achievement. You realized that it wasn’t the art of bragging to your friends you had someone that treated you like a Middlemist Red flower but instead it was privilege of getting to call Neville yours.

If luck was genuine and true, despite its sharp fangs filled with venom to strike at those who are disadvantaged, you sneaked past that poisonous peril. Taking a shaky breath and biting back tears of joy, you followed up on your daily morning routine. Although distractions like brewing coffee and choosing which mugs you’d both be drinking out of this morning, Neville couldn’t leave your mind.

The passion that radiated off from you almost made Neville seem phantom-like as he appeared into the kitchen, the sun glowing off his soft skin. His eyes brightened at your beauty, floating closer to you. You were utterly entranced by his power, only breaking out of your gaze by his command. His strong hand placed on the small of your back, tugging you close and kissing you sweetly.

He whispered good morning in your ear, his voice raspy and deep. The lovesickness whirled back into your heart once more and you realized it just wasn’t his love you craved, but the entirety of his whole. You swallowed hard, your train of thought heading off to a destination of overwhelming overthinking. Admittedly, you’ve both never done anything beyond the level of intensely making out. However, you felt ready to fully share your soul with his.

You turned your head to Neville as he yawned into his arm, staring at the coffee pot as it slowly and painfully processed the beans. You took one step closer to him, watching carefully, seeing if he would react to your odd behavior. Then another step. And another. Suddenly his arms were around your waist, your mouth going directly onto his.

At this moment, when the sun dyed his hair a shade lighter, made his eyes brighter, and his aura bewitching, your glass body shattered. You fell limp in his arms, his strength picking pinning you against the kitchen counter to support and hold you close. Your greedy mouth stole kisses at every breath you regrettably took, not wanting to waste a single moment.

Neville looked down at you, an eyebrow raised out of amusement but confusion. His face was hard to read, his smile a mask for his true feelings. You didn’t know what was the best way to flat out say you wanted him in more ways then one, but somehow the words managed to escape your lips:

“I’m ready, Neville,” You breathlessly said.

Understanding completely with your simple request, Neville hoisted you off the counter and brought you back to your place of rest. Heart and mind, you’re connected as one. Now it’s time to complete this unity and share the pleasures the body had to give. 

Neville slowly placed you back down onto the mattress, his body barely hovering above yours. His hands were stiff and uncertain, afraid of making one wrong move and destroying a moment that’s going to remain a permanent burn in his mid. The last thing he’d want to do is go up in flames and not walk through them.

His cheeks began to rise a light pink as cold fingers poked his sides. His crimson white sleeping shirt rose above his head, kisses peppering his stomach as you began to undress him first. His shyness overwhelmed you, finding it sweet that he cared enough to react in such a way.

Once his shirt was tossed to the ground, his eyes widened as he realized he had to return the favor. Slowly, his fingers began to line up with the hem of your shirt. You felt his fingernails lightly drag across the skin of your stomach as the soft cloth exposed more of your body. He stopped right before the under of your breast, hesitating. His eyes looked down at yours, waiting for the signal of approval before he could advance any further.

When he received the sign of approval, his lips began to kiss the skin that was shown. His delicate mouth grazed upon your flesh, worshipping your body. He kissed in between your breasts as the shirt tugged above and over your head, his hands falling to his pajama pants. With more eagerness to comply, he found himself naked before you. 

He let out an airy laugh, his nervousness encapsulating his being. However, he embraced it because he knew by the look on your face that read fearful content matched his own. He was overwhelmed by the amount of emotion he was undergoing and wanted your first time to be as sweet as one would hope.

He didn’t want to rush into things or scare you off, so when he tugged the blanket above his hips to hide the view of his private self, he was shocked when you pushed it back down.

You shook your head, smiling wide. “I want to see you, Neville,” You whispered, reassuring him on his insecurities and doubts. 

“And I can’t wait to see you,” He whispered back, although you found that he took his time taking off your bottom half.

You giggled as he took in a deep breath while interlocking his fingers with your panties, unlocking the invisible chastity belt you once wore. Neville looked down at you as he found his hands gripping onto yours. He lightly squeezed your hands as his lips kissed your neck, whispering into your ear about how much he loves you.

He reminded you that every part of him belonged to you. He told you that it wasn’t just fate that brought you both close but the destiny of promising past lives and future reincarnations that set in stone your souls connection.

With one final promising declaration of love and loyalty, his thickness buried deep inside you. Overwhelmed, you were the one to draw in a sharp breath this time, leaving him chuckling instead. His fingers interlocked with yours as he immediately told you that you were doing great even though he had no prior experience. 

His nose nuzzled with yours as he slowly began to gyrate his hips, getting you comfortable and settled. He whispered low that if you wanted to stop, he immediately would pull out but you refused. You knew the moment was right and you didn’t want to have it any other way. 

Neville encouraged you and put the spotlight of positive reinforcement and support directly onto you. He kissed you every time he pushed in, calling you a beauty beyond belief. 

He stiffened when you moaned his name for the first time, overwhelmed once more. He slightly whined at how much he craved you, utterly in love with the way you knew how to tempt him. He found himself calling your name too, a feeble whisper in your ear. A mixture of raspiness and lust filled your senses. 

His hands never left yours as his progression enhanced and he took full control, a gentle yet dominant movement he favored for your first time. You found yourself becoming increasingly comfortable and soon enough, the two of you released yourselves to each other.

Neville was panting by the time he came, his heart rapidly beating inside his chest. Your heartbeat followed a similar pattern, yet another connection the two of you fatefully shared. He laid on top of your for a silent minute, absorbing and soaking in the moment. He left out laugh which you proceeded to follow, the air banished from the heaviness you felt earlier that day, replacing itself with light and love.

Neville nestled himself close to your side, kissing your cheek, shutting his eyes. You stared up at the ceiling, regret never coming at all. You smiled to yourself, happy you found a partner for life.

[fireandspiceland]

I'm so sorry for sending this ask cuz you said you have so many prompts still, but I have to make sure the first second porn fanfic of my kids that not by is not THAT ship - Either 80 for SicIre or 94 for TurGreSic. You choose. If you wanna do this at all.

Send a ship and a number ask game

First of all, I want to make clear I'm only doing OCs here because I already know them and love them a lot. They fill in a hole in the hetaverse that will probably never be covered by canon. Second of all, I couldn't decide for a prompt and I'm still not sure about the characterisations so I thought some practice would be good and did a short thing for both of your requests :)

OCs: APH Sicily - Michele Vento, APH Ireland - Harry O'Connel

80. “We’re already late… do you want to be more late?”

-> probably ooc but Bea is the only one to judge me for that. Porn without plot, I don’t even know who called or where they should be going. Maybe Bea can fill in on that (tho tbh it's not really necessary)

Harry groaned when the weird ringing noise interrupting his dream manifested into something way too real for his still tired brain. He reached out to tap around the nightstand, trying to find his phone to decline the call that just woke him up. Who was even calling at- Harry checked the time on his phone. 9:37am. Fuck.

Suddenly, he felt wide awake and shot up, carelessly throwing off Michele’s arm that was on his torso. A quick scroll through his notifications showed countless missed calls and messages about his and Michele’s whereabouts. Harry turned to the other men, who made no move to wake up, and shook him violently. “Wake up! We need to get ready now!”

Before Michele even got to think about protesting Harry had already pulled the covers off him. “What’s gotten into you?!” He reached for the blanket with a frown, trying to cover up the very present evidence of a very nice dream he had just gotten pulled out of.

“The meeting started more than half an hour ago! We overslept! Now get ready!!”

Harry was frantically rummaging through the drawers, throwing pieces of clothing onto the bed, some of them hitting Michele, who was still sitting there trying to comprehend what was happening. And enjoying the view of Harry bending down to put on his socks, ass in perfect display.

When Harry turned around and saw Michele just watching him he stilled for a moment. He propped his hands on his hips. “What. What are you thinking? I can see that you’re thinking and I’m not sure if I like it.”

Michele snorted and couldn’t help but laugh. The confused look on Harry’s face only contributed to his amusement. “I was thinking..." He let his gaze wander down Harry's still half naked body. "We’re already late… do you want to be more late?"

Now it was Harry's turn to think. Was it that easy to convince him to miss a more or less important meeting?

His train of thought came to a halt when the sheets rustled and Michele crawled to the edge of the bed and quickly slipped onto the carpet, kneeling before him. Harry's breath hitched when Michele pulled his briefs down and ran his tongue along the inside of his thigh, kissing and nibbling at the skin on his way upwards.

"I- We should really get ready..." Harry's tone couldn't even convince himself, even less Michele who hummed in agreement but instead of stopping wrapped his hand around the base of Harry's cock and stroked him to full hardness. When Michele licked the tip of his cock, Harry finally gave in to the pleasure and carded his fingers through his lover's hair while he proceeded to suckle on the tip.

Michele let his other hand wander from the back of Harry's thighs upwards to pinch one of his firm cheeks. He hummed approvingly around Harry's cock, drawing a moan from him while letting his hand wander a little further.

"Okay, ok- AY!" Harry gasped when he felt Michele's fingertip prod at his hole. "Let's be more late, a lot more late."

"If that's your wish!" Michele was on his feet immediately, pulling Harry onto the bed with him, a cheeky smirk on his lips. He watched Harry roll his eyes at him, but before he got to make any snaky comment his lips were already occupied returning the kiss Harry initiated.

They nearly ended up tangled in the sheets in the process but managed to get rid of Michele's briefs at last. Fingers were slicked up, lips bitten, and moans filled the room as Michele took his time stretching Harry's hole. Once he felt Harry relax around three of his fingers, he slowly pulled them out, pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek before settling himself before him.

With Harry on his back before him, Michelle bent the other man's legs a little and lined his cock up to his hole after slicking it up as well. He carefully pushed inside, wanting to give Harry time to adjust, but his pleas for Michele only spurred him on to start moving. A few slow thrusts quickly turned into a quick pace that had Harry groan and fist the bedsheets.

Michele leaned forward to capture Harry's lips in another passtionate kiss, bending his legs a little more, fucking him a little deeper. "Fuck, right there," Harry exclaimed when Michele brushed his prostate. After a few more well angled thrusts Michele grabbed Harry's dick. They looked into each other's eyes and exchanged a quick smile before Michele started stroking Harry in time with each thrust.

Michele's movements got more frantic and sloppy with each passing second. He was pulled into another kiss, only meant for him to swallow all of Harry's moans as he came. The feeling of his lover clenching around him, the heat getting tighter, was what pushed Michelle over the edge. He quickly pulled out, coming all over Harry's hole instead of inside him.

Once they started coming down from their highs, Michele frowned at a familiar loud noise disturbing his post-orgasmic bliss. He had collapsed on top of Harry and now felt him trying to break free from his lover's hold, but Michele would be damned if he let him pick up his phone now of all times.

"Michele, I should really-"

"Shhh. We're already super late. It would only raise questions if we showed up at all now."

Harry rolled his eyes another time, but only put his arm around Michele and waited for his phone to finally stop ringing.

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TurGreSic under the cut because the post got too long for my liking

94. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

-> I spent 30mins searching through our discord chat to find this thing you mentioned once when we were talking about the Cell Block Tango AU. But I knew it had to be there and now here's a drabble.

Michele came here to get fucked. The 'how' ended up a bit unexpected, but hey, take it or leave it, right? And Michele was definitely taking it. "It" in this case being Sadik's dick up his ass.

They hadn't planned for any of this to happen. Not for Sadik to keep making salacious comments about Michele shoving his crotch into his face when rehearsing their part for the 100th time, not for Michele to make retort in an equally salacious manner, and especially not for Herakles to do anything but get his Turk to stop when his hands kept wandering from Michele's waist to other parts of his body.

"Don't tell me you're starting to regret this now." Michele propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look at Sadik who had slowed down his thrusts a little, making the other man suspicious.

"What? No!" Sadik leaned down close enough for Michele to think he would want to kiss him. Instead he whispered in his ear. "But if you keep being so loud you might attract an audience."

The next snippy comment died on Michele's tongue when Sadik quickened his pace again, going harder and deeper. All he could manage was another moan and a couple of curses.

"Can you at least try to keep it together?" Sadik frowned, but kept thrusting into Michele as if to accentuate his words. "You can tell me about how much better than Herakles I fucked you when there aren't-"

"You think you're doing this better than me?"

The small sofa creaked under Sadik and Michele's weight shifting as they turned towards the door. They both froze while Herakles closed the dressing room door behind him and gave them a disapproving look.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Sadik straightened up, his dick still burried deep inside Michele who only rolled his eyes.

"I figured that much." With an audible thud Herakles let himself fall into the armchair opposite the sofa, only a small coffee table between himself and the other two men. "You could have invited me so I can make sure you're fucking him right, but at least I'm here now."

Michele huffed, immediately attracting the others' attention. "Could you maybe stop talking about me as if I wasn't right here with some dick up my ass?!" He clenched around Sadik to make his point clear and earned himself a surprised gasp followed by a lazy thrust.

Herakles chuckled when he noticed how Sadik gripped Michele’s hips, trying to hold back. “He doesn’t break that easily. And you don’t have to pretend as if you care if he did.”

In any other situation Michele would glare at Herakles for such a comment. But right now he just shifted, rolled his hips. Trying to coax Sadik into finally continuing where they had left off. If Herakles and Sadik had even the faintest idea of how much he wanted to see them try breaking him. He smiled to himself.

“Come on, old man, he’s begging to be fucked. Or are you tired already?” The challenging look in Herakles’ eyes was the last straw it needed to pursue Sadik into giving him a show. The first thrusts were slow, deep, making Michele moan and reach for Sadik’s arms, his back, whatever part of him he could reach to hold onto.

“He feels so fucking good.” Sadik’s voice was strained, saturated with the need for more, but he was determined to stretch this out and if only for Herakles’ sake.

“I know.” A low purr from Herakles caught Michele’s attention and he watched him pull his pants down just enough to free his hard cock and stroke himself. Their eyes met for a moment. Was that.. longing in his eyes?

Michele was abruptly pulled from his thoughts when Sadik bent his knees a little further, drove into him deeper and hit his prostate with every following thrust.

"Fuck!" Michele clawed onto Sadik's arms, digging his nails into the skin. Sadik hissed at the slight pain, but didn't slow down his pace. "You're supposed to fuck me, not re-arrange my guts!"

Before Sadik could make another witty comment, a loud moan coming from Herakles captured the others' attention. "Stop complaining, Miche." He was stroking himself faster, running his thumb over the tip every time. "He's so good at this... Watching you taking him so well...I'm almost jealous."

Herakles' breath hitched when Sadik smirked at him. No words were needed for him to know what the Turk had in mind for them to do later.

Together with the movements of Herakles' hand on his cock Sadik's pace also sped up. With a groan that he was sure the others outside the dressing room heard as well, Michele drove his nails deeper into Sadik's arms, drawing blood. His head lolled to the side, giving Herakles' a perfect view of his face.

"Please..." The word was almost inaudible, coming from Michele's lips only for Sadik to hear. He huffed, but wrapped his hand around Michele's cock to stroke him in time with his thrusts. The tip was wet with precum and so sensitive to Sadik's touch, after a couple of strokes Michele was already cumming all over himself and Sadik's hand. He bit his lip to stifle his moans, so as to not attract anyone outside to check onto them. The way he clenched around Sadik was enough for the other man to reach his climax as well, spilling inside Michele with a low groan.

When they both cought their breath again and Sadik slowly pulled his dick out, Michele once again ended up making eye contact with Herakles, who wiped his own cum off with a sweaty towel he had brought from practice. A faint smile was on Herakles' lips, but the longing look had disappeared from his eyes.

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Reader, nat and Wanda dishing about their sex lives trying to top each other’s experiences (reader obvi wins cuz beefy Bucky, no other reason needed) and Bucky hears her gushing about how great he is to her and he’s walking around a lil extra cocky and reader is so embarrassed he heard. Maybe he does the same thing but with the guys after.

Girl Talk

Pairing: Bucky (beefy) x reader

Word Count: 1,572

Summary: After a really fun night with the girls, dishing about the boys, you go home to Bucky...who may or may not have heard you gals. 

Author’s Note: This was fun to write, especially the girls gossiping about the boys and I took it in a little different direction at the end because I couldn’t help it and it worked for another request I got. I hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading :)

Warnings: fluff, girls night fun, SMUT, light choking, metal arm kink, oral, vaginal sex...the whole nine yards. Bucky (he should always come with a warning) (18+ eyes only please ;)

Friday night was almost here. You were very excited that you would be getting some much-needed girl time. Nat and Wanda had set up an evening filled with snacks, drinks and romcoms, the perfect girl’s night.

You mentioned it to Bucky early in the week, “I’m spending Friday night with the girls, we are going to get drunk and watch movies and eat.” “That sounds like fun, doll, are you going to come home to me drunk like last time?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. You merely smile in his direction, giving him a wink and sauntering off.

Friday finally arrives and you can barely contain your excitement, the texts flying back and forth between you and the girls in preparation. Wanda has made all sorts of sweet and salty snacks and Nat got everything you could possibly need to make drinks. You’re in charge of the movie list and it was easy enough with all the online streaming devices.

You decide to have your girl’s night in Nat’s room since Clint is away on a mission and you won’t be interrupted. “First things first, ladies, drinks!” Nat squeals, preparing something potent yet delicious. It goes down easy, too easy. “This is really great, Nat, what’s in it?” you ask as you eye her over your glass.

“All the good stuff, don’t ask questions, just enjoy.” You giggle, downing half the glass easily. You decide to start off by watching ‘Clueless,’ a classic that you have all seen but love so much. Just when they get to the part where Dionne, Cher and Tai are talking about ‘sizes,’ Nat grabs the remote and pauses it in between her laughter.

“Ok, y/n, time to dish. How big is it?” You stare at Nat and Wanda, eyes wide and mouth hung open in shock. “Are you asking me how big Bucky is?” “YES!” they both screech in unison. “I, uh, well…” you stutter, red faced as you try to think of what to say. “Well??” Wanda whispers, “he is a super solider, is everything about him…super?”

You burst into a fit of laughter, holding your stomach as you try to catch your breath, “I can’t believe you two! You’re ridiculous! But if you really need to know…it’s definitely super…in every way.” You let out a sigh at the thought of him and now it’s the girls turn to burst into high pitched laughter. “I KNEW IT!” yells Nat, smacking you in the face with a pillow.

You grab the pillow, holding it over your face before asking, “ok, now it’s your turn, what about Clint and Vis? Spill!” You three continue to share notes between fits of cackles, completely unaware that both Bucky and Vision have been listening on the other side of the door.

“Phasing through the wall would be easier,” Vision states plainly, finding this behavior strange. “No, no, Vis, you can’t let them see you or else it ruins all the fun!” Bucky whispers harshly. “I can remain unseen,” Vision says, a small smile on his lips. “Just be quiet and listen, they are getting to the good part!”

Bucky and Vision heard the whole conversation, the two of them grinning like idiots as they head back down the hallway after you start the movie back up. “I really can’t wait until y/n comes home, I have to tease her about this,” Bucky says, standing a little taller with a haughty smile. “Wanda will know what we did,” Vision states, but Bucky can tell he is happy after hearing her confession.

The rest of your night goes by in a flash, watching one more movie in between drinks and lots of snacking. It’s after 1am by the time you all decide to call it a night, cleaning up quickly and saying your goodbyes. “This was so fun and just what I needed ladies, thank you so much,” you mumble into their hair during your group hug. “Me too,” they both say, squeezing you tighter.

“Enjoy the rest of your night,” Nat says to you and Wanda, giving you her best ‘I know what you’re both going to do tonight’ look. “Thanks Nat,” you say with a giggle. “Don’t you wish Clint was going to be home?” you ask, smirking. “Actually, he text me about half hour ago. He’ll be home by 2!” she says excitedly, grabbing her bag and running out the door. You wave goodbye to Wanda and head down the hall to your room, hoping Bucky is still awake.

There is no light shining from beneath the door, so you open it quietly, tiptoeing in and closing it soundlessly. You go into the small kitchen and grab a large glass of water, heading toward your bedroom to see if Bucky is asleep. You peek in and notice the bed is empty but there is a small piece of paper on Bucky’s pillow. You grab it and read, “Sweetheart, I had to go down to the conference room to debrief with Steve and Clint, they just got back from the mission. I should be back in about thirty minutes, hope you’re still awake…Love you.”

Laying your head on the pillow you take a deep breath, inhaling the smell of Bucky and sighing in happiness. You decide to take a bath before getting in bed. Shedding your clothes, you head to the bathroom, running the water and adding some of your favorite bath bubbles.

The water is so warm and you’re so relaxed that you barely register Bucky returning and entering the bathroom. “There you are beautiful.” You nearly empty the tub when you jump, “holy shit, Buck, way to ruin my relaxing bath,” you half joke, half scold.

He just smiles, his eyes wandering over your naked body that is now more visible below the water, “want some company?” You turn the hot water back on, adding some more bubbles, “definitely.” He takes off his clothes as you watch, the heat of the water suddenly insignificant compared to how hot he makes you feel.

His cock is already half hard as he gets in the tub behind you, pulling you flush against his solid chest. He rubs your shoulders, working his hands down to your breasts as he massages the soft tissue. Your head falls back to his shoulder as he dips his metal hand between your legs.

“So wet for me already, baby, were you thinking about me all night?” he whispers against your ear as he runs a metal finger through your folds. You manage a small ‘mmmhmmm” lost in the pleasure of his hand as he inserts two fingers inside you.

His lips trail over your neck leaving soft and wet kisses wherever he can reach. His flesh hand continues kneading your breast, occasionally rolling the nipple between his fingers, “fuck, baby, I’m so close.” He brings his other hand down, gently rubbing it over your clit as he adds a third finger, his cock now hard and resting against your lower back.

You cum in a rush of curses, body writhing in the water as he draws out your orgasm. “Do you want my cock now baby, I know how much you love it.” Your eyes fly open at the cockiness in his voice, turning your body around to straddle his lap, “is that so, babe?” you ask, eyebrow raised.

He doesn’t answer you, grabbing your hips and rocking you back and forth along his length. You can’t help the moan that falls past your lips, “Bucky,” you warn, leaning down to kiss him. You can feel the smirk on his lips as he pulls you closer, lining himself up before slowly brining you down on his cock.

The water in the tub sloshes over the sides as your ride him, your hands gripping his shoulders tighter with every thrust. Bucky nips at your neck, his metal hand reaching up to lightly wrap around the delicate column. Your hands fly to his wrist, a silent request for him to squeeze harder.

He does as you ask, the added pressure causing your walls to clench around him as you soak his cock, “that’s it baby, cum for me” he praises. He follows you only moments later, his loud grunts echoing through the bathroom.

You lean against his chest, steadying your breathing as the water calms. “Wrap your legs around me,” he says, lifting you up and getting out of the tub. He pulls out and sets you down on the plush rug, grabbing the fluffiest towel and wrapping it around you.

Bucky wraps himself in a towel before picking you up once again and carrying you to bed. He lays you down on your back, discarding his towel and crawling over you, “I think I need a snack, doll. I worked up quite the appetite.”

“There are some snacks left over from tonight, we have popcorn, some chocolate chip cookies…,” you continue thinking as Bucky slowly unwraps your towel, kissing down your stomach. “Oh, and there are the brownies that Wanda made, they are so…ohhhhh,” you cry out at the first swipe of his tongue.

He looks up from between your legs, “those all sound great baby, but I think I found something much more delicious,” he says before his tongue flicks over your clit. Your hands grab his hair, pulling his face closer as you rock your hips into him, thinking aloud, “super soldier indeed.”

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Strangers

Part 2 - Anti-Social Behavior (S1E1)

Nathan Young x Reader  Words: 6.2k  Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, drugs, gore, death  Songs:  Beat on the Brat - Ramones  Shoplifters of the World Unite - The Smiths (And also, for shits and giggles…) Somebody Got Murdered - The Clash  

“So we will share this road we walk And mind our mouths and beware our talk”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Masterlist | Ao3

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    The walk to the community center for your second day is brisk but significantly more enjoyable than being forced to listen to your father’s chastising. As you approach the group gathered by a new swath of graffiti on the side of the building, a window opens to your left and out climbs Nathan, who jumps to the ground and winces as the roll-up metal covering slams back down after him. “Nathan?” you ask, stopping in your tracks. “Ah!” He whips around to greet you with a guilty smile, clearly surprised. “Y/n! Good morning, I hope?” He starts walking with you to join the rest of the group. “Yeah, but what are you doin’ here?” “I have my reasons,” he explains vaguely, stretching his arms up and groaning as if he’s just gotten out of bed. He then pulls out a cigarette and sticks it between his teeth, completely failing to notice the giant red letters spelling out ‘I’M GOING TO KILL YOU’ as you walk past them. 

“This is a joke,” Curtis exclaims as you approach. “Did one of you do this?” He turns to look at you especially, and you suspect he overheard you yesterday telling Nathan and Kelly how you got your ASBO. “Hey, I’m all for street art and everything, but death threats aren’t really my scene.” “Death threat?” Nathan spins around until he sees the words. “Oh, well would you look at that!” He turns back to the group, glancing at each of you as if looking for an explanation. “Don’t look at me, ‘cuz I didn’t do it,” Kelly snaps at him. “I’ll tell you who did it, it’s that Banksy prick,” he offers. Alisha rolls her eyes, as do a few of the others. “There’s a hidden meaning. It’s like that monkey policeman with the banana and the Tesco’s bag.” “Maybe someone wants to kill us,” Simon speaks softly, looking uncomfortable at Nathan, who’s put an arm around him for some unknown reason. “Why would anyone want to kill us?” Kelly points out. You assume the threat was directed at the community center, not at you six specifically, but don’t really care to speak up. You’d probably be spending the day cleaning it off, so what does it matter who it’s meant for? “Come on, you lot, let’s get changed,” Tony directs, walking up suddenly. “Have you seen this?” Curtis points to the graffiti. Again. “Someone’s takin’ the piss.” “Yeah, it’s terrible, isn’t it? All this anti-social behavior.” Tony turns to look at you all suggestively. “Oh, is he having a dig at us?” Nathan smirks, mumbling through his cigarette. Alisha’s phone begins to ring and Tony jumps, instantly bursting with anger. “Right! That’s it, all of you, just give me your phones! No one’s making any more calls today. Now, come on!” He turns to Alisha first. “Uh-huh,” she scoffs. “Are you allowed to take out phones?” He grabs it out of her hands regardless as she giggles and snaps a picture of him. Kelly and Alisha lock eyes and snicker. Curtis gives his phone up willingly, Kelly tries to ignore him, but Tony grabs it out of her pocket, and Simon gives his up as well. He turns to Nathan. “I’m expecting a call from my mum,” he tries to reason, but Tony rips it from his hand. Nathan gapes at him, affronted. “Okay, take a message.” Then Tony turns to you. You make a point to look him in the eyes and raise your eyebrows to distract him as you press your phone into Nathan’s hand. You see him glance at you in confusion before catching on and pocketing it. “Haven’t got one,” you explain casually, holding up your empty hands. You can swear Tony growls as he reaches out to feel your pockets. “Damn, is that even legal?” you half-whisper. To your right, Nathan bites his lip to keep from smiling and giving you away. It works. Tony huffs and lumbers back to the community center. Curtis flips up his hood and follows suit. “Wanker,” Kelly sneers as she strolls past Tony. Nathan watches to make sure they leave. “That was brilliant!” He gushes as soon as Tony’s out of earshot, handing you your phone. “It was nothing,” you brush off, starting to follow behind the others. “You can use it to phone your mum if you’d like.” “Oh, no, that’s alright.” He looks away, staring at his feet as he walks. “Are you sure?” you ask. You hadn’t snuck the phone past Tony only for him, but it was, you know, a good upside. And you aren’t sure what other opportunities he would have to use it, now that Tony thought he’d taken all the phones. “Yeah, she won’t call.” You can tell that he’s trying to sound like he doesn’t care. But, you’re learning this quickly, Nathan isn’t exactly the best liar. “I won’t ask.” You wonder what the situation is, but don’t want to pry. Nathan smiles.     Back at the locker rooms, everyone begins changing into their jumpsuits. Alisha situates herself in front of the mirror and begins to fiddle. She pops up her collar, undoes the top few buttons of her jumpsuit, and combes at her hair, fluffing it up. Kelly, having already changed, is lighting what looks to be either a hand-rolled cigarette or a blunt. “Is he allowed to take our phones?” Nathan muses. “He’s probably using them to call one of those sex lines.” Alisha giggles. “Those sex lines will eat your credit,” Curtis comments. “Call them a lot, do you?” Alisha raises an eyebrow. Kelly passes her the cigarette and she watches herself take a few draws from it in the mirror. Nathan continues with his disturbing ruminations, “He’s out there feeling himself on our phones, naked, masturbating.” “Now why would he do that?” Curtis questions, quite sensibly. “Because he can,” Nathan responds. “That’s quite the image,” you groan, trying desperately not to imagine it. “Oh, I’ll give you an image.” Nathan winks, pulling off his shirt. You roll your eyes and look away, leaning against the door of your locker. Glancing to the back of the room, you wonder where Simon’s run off to. You thought you’d seen him standing by the buckets a few moments ago. “Do you want some of this?” Alisha holds out the cigarette, tucked between her blue manicured fingers, to Curtis, who refuses. “Give it here, come on,” Nathan says as he walks past her and she hands it to him. As you grab a bucket and follow him out, you notice that he has crossed the ‘pay’ from  ‘community payback’ on the back of his jumpsuit to make it say ‘community blowback’ instead. You smile and chuckle to yourself.     Curtis appears to be the only one actually trying to remove those giant red letters from the wall, scrubbing determinedly while the rest of you just sort of brush at them and hope they disappear. Alisha isn’t even working. She’s unzipped and removed the entire upper half of her jumpsuit to reveal a bikini top and is sunning herself on a nearby table. “Yeah, you just relax, innit? Take it easy,” Curtis grumbles. “Someone’s just going to write something else on there tonight,” she retorts. “They make us do these bullshit jobs, wearing these bullshit orange jumpsuits. They can suck my dick.” You have to admit, she has a point. “Nice,” he looks her up and down and smirks coquettishly. “Feel free to check out my tits, yeah,” she encourages, blowing a kiss and looking down at him smokily from behind her lowered sunglasses. You look back at your designated section of furiously bright red paint. Wishing it would just go away, you lean down to get more soap on your brush, and when you stand back up, your section of the wall is spotless. You stumble backward, bewildered. “Guys?” you gape, trying to catch their attention, pointing to the bare wall. But when everyone turns to look, it’s gone back to normal, the bold lettering mocking you. “What?” Kelly asks, scrunching up her face in what looks like confusion and concern. You rush back to the wall, running your fingers across the paint, and they come back dusted with red. It’s real. “I-” everyone looks at you like you’re crazy, and they’re probably right. “It’s nothing.” A few moments later, Kelly stops scrubbing. “You know after the storm, did any of you feel like dead weird?” She sounds serious. “Yeah. I had a strange tingling sensation in my anus,” Nathan quips. You roll your eyes and turn to her, “I think I’ve been seein’ things,” you admit.   “Yeah, I’ve been hearin’ shit,” she agrees before spinning around to address Simon, seemingly out of the blue. “What, did you feel weird?” “You don’t want to hear about my anus?” Nathan calls, clutching his hands to his butt. “Do you really need to ask the question?” you hear Curtis say from behind you. You shove Nathan and turn back around to pay attention to Simon and Kelly, ignoring his cry of indignation. “Something happened,” Simon begins quietly. “What’s that? Squeak up!” Nathan chides. “Something happened to me,” he repeats louder. “Are you a virgin? Hi-hoooooy!” Nathan jokes, and you contemplate punching him again. Kelly does it for you, turning to yell, “Shut up!” which effectively shuts him down, before returning to Simon. “What was it?” He gulps and you can see the nervousness churning behind his eyes. “It’s nothing.” Kelly scrunches her face up and scowls, running past you to shove Nathan. “What was that for?” he calls after her. She turns to you as she goes, “Didn’t you hear that? It was disgustin’.” You hadn’t, and you have no idea what she’s referring to. So you shrug at Nathan, who looks suitably chastened, and return to your scrubbing.     Later, you’re all starting to congregate around the couches in the main entrance hall. Kelly still hasn’t returned, but the letters are mostly gone and you’re all angling for a break. Alisha is taking up an entire couch section to herself, sitting sideways with her feet up, and Simon is sequestered in the alcove of a doorway. You’re sitting on a larger couch across from them, watching Nathan beat up a vending machine to try and get a free soda. He holds one up, triumphant, as you slow clap and he takes a bow. Curtis walks up with a stack of empty buckets under his arm. “When I was in sixth form, you came to my school. You gave this big talk about athletics and all your medals and that.” Alisha says to Curtis with a tone that entreats him to elaborate on his story. Nathan rolls out behind him in a wheelchair, soda in hand, “So I’m guessin’ you’re not going to the Olympics.” “Funny,” Curtis snaps sarcastically at the obvious jab. “I heard he was dealing crack,” Alisha chimes with a quirk of her eyebrow. Curtis scowls. “What? I wasn’t dealing crack.” “No, no, the papers said it was steroids,” Nathan adds, opening his soda with a hiss. “That stuff with shrivel your dick,” Alisha lies down on her seat. Curtis takes a few steps forward, looking at them insistently. “It wasn’t steroids. I’m not a cheat. That stuff in the papers was bullshit.” “Yeah? So what was it, then?” Alisha presses. Nathan raises his eyebrows. Curtis takes a few hesitant seconds to reply. “I got caught with a little bit of coke. Alright? I messed up one time.” “No one gets community service for possession,” Alisha holds her arms up, asking him to explain. He scoffs. “If it was anyone else, they’d have got a caution. I get two hundred hours community service and a two year back from athletics. They said, ‘cuz of my profile, they needed to send a message.” You feel bad for Curtis for being treated differently because of his success. It doesn't seem fair, bringing someone so far down when they’d come so far and were so close to reaching their goals. “You let yourself down,” Nathan taunts, grinning deviously. Your eyes widen, wishing he had kept his mouth shut. “You let the kids down. You let your parents down-” Curtis fumes and stews in silence before suddenly bursting, launching forward at Nathan “Shut the fuck up! All I ever did was train! You know nothing! I shouldn’t even fuckin’ be here!” If only Nathan could just shut up for one second. “You can’t hit someone in a wheelch-” Nathan’s eyes flash wide open as a piece of duct tape appears over his mouth. Alisha and Simon sit up straighter, pulled to attention. You sit there horrified, realizing that for the first time that you definitely aren’t the only one seeing this. Nathan points to Curtis in accusation. “It wasn’t me, mate.” He holds his arms up, taking a few fearful steps back. You feel sick to your stomach, too frozen in place to say anything. Nathan lets out a muffled scream and tries to pull off the duct tape, scrambling at it with his fingers. It crumbles into his hands like dust before disappearing completely. You let out a huge sigh of relief, but your heart continues to thump away in your chest. “Who was that?” Nathan yells, jumping out of the wheelchair, which rolls backward until it hits the wall. You gulp. “I- I think I did it?” “Well, what the fuck for?! And how?” He rears on you, anger and confusion written plainly on his face. “I have no idea,” you admit honestly. Alisha scoffs and giggles, somehow finding the situation funny. “Do you wanna know what I got done for?” “Not really,” Nathan remarks, turning his head to glare at you before plopping himself back down in the wheelchair. That sends a pang of guilt through your chest. You don’t really know what you did, or how you did it. Alisha motions for you to come closer and you all gather to sit in audience before her, “Me and my mate Chloe, we’re having cocktails in this bar, yeah? An’ she’s hassling me, ‘cuz she wants to go to this party. Chloe is on one because she thinks Jack is doing Lucy. A total slut fuck. So we get in my car. I drive us to the party.” “Nathan?” you whisper, poking his arm to get his attention. “We go into one of the rooms, yeah? Jack’s not doing Lucy, he’s doing Ellie. She is a proper slut.” “What?” He still looks pissed. “I’m sorry. Something really weird’s going on.” You hope he believes you, he seems pretty fun, if a bit vulgar, and you aren’t even sure of how you’d screwed it up. “Chloe freaks. I’m driving us back into town. Chloe’s all like ‘Oh, I feel sick.’ I’m like ‘Don’t puke in my car. Do not puke in my car.’” “Alright.” He gives you a small smile. “Really?” You didn’t think it would be that easy, but maybe he remembered what Kelly said earlier. “That’s when the police pull us over. I’m already banned from driving, so I am like ‘Fuuuck.’” “Yeah, no hard feelings.” He reaches down to ruffle the top of your hair, weirdly enough, but it fits pretty well with what you know of Nathan so far. “This cop, yeah? He hands me the breathalyzer and I’m like ‘Do I suck, or blow?’” Alisha runs her tongue along the bottom edge of her water bottle before licking the cap and putting her lips around it, slowly working up and down. “It’s insane, I’m totally workin’ it, yeah?” She licks up the bottle’s side before sticking the entire top in her mouth again and bobbing her head back and forth, in and out, pursing her lips as she picks up speed before slowly and carefully pulling it back out. “Now, I don’t know if this cop is gay or what, but he tells me I’m four times over the limit. It’s bullshit. I didn’t even want to go to the party.” You’re a little grossed out, but all the boys are gaping at this point. Just then, the front doors fly open with a bang and Kelly tumbles into the room, scrambling to her feet to lock it, screaming, “He’s gonna kill us!” You scramble backward before jumping up from your seat on the floor. Nathan spins around in his chair, clapping. “Nice entrance. Very dramatic.” But Kelly looks distraught and shaken, and you don’t think she’s exaggerating anything. “The probation worker’s gone mental. He just attacked me! Something really weird is happening. I’m hearin’ these voices. It’s like I can hear what people are thinking!” she explains hastily. “Have you been sniffing glue?” Alisha scolds, tilting her head to the side in mock sympathy. Kelly raises her voice, practically yelling in desperation, “The storm, the lightning! It’s done something to us!” “Okay,” Nathan speaks up. “If you can hear our thoughts, what am I thinking now?” “You think it’s bullshit?!” Kelly exclaims. “‘Course I think it’s bullshit!” he snaps back. “You don’t need to be a mind reader to know that.” “Why are you in a wheelchair?” she asks tentatively, just now noticing it. “It was the storm!” You roll your eyes as he messes with her. “The strange tingling sensation in my anus has spread to my body and now I can’t feel my legs.” She realizes he’s joking and kicks him “I’m serious!” “Ow! Jesus!” You decide to take a gamble at something. Kelly, you think, the storm did something to me too. “What, you, too?” She asks, turning to face you. “Yeah,” you nod. “It happened just a few minutes ago. I wanted Nathan to shut up and then duct tape just appeared over his mouth. And it happened with the graffiti earlier, I wanted it to disappear, and then it did, for a second.” Her eyes light up and she turns to the rest of the group. “See? I ain’t lyin’!” “Well then, what do you mean the probation worker attacked you?” Curtis takes a few steps towards her. Alisha doesn’t believe either of you, “This does sound like complete shit.” “He’s out there and he chased me!” She insists, frantically pointing to the door. “Something’s happened to me, too,” Simon speaks up. “Did you pop your cherry?” Nathan teases, still not taking any of this seriously. “Oh, we’re all very happy for you!” Simon ignores him and addresses everyone else. “Earlier on, when we were in the locker room… I was invisible. I turned invisible.” “So she’s psychic, you can make hallucinations or whatever, and you can turn invisible?” Curtis speaks, trying to make sense of everything. He chuckles. “Yeah, that seems likely.” “Did anyone witness this miraculous disappearance?” Nathan questions, leaning forward in his chair. “Yes!” you exclaim, turning to Simon. “You were standing by the buckets and then you weren’t! I wondered where you’d run off to.” Simon nods, spurred on by your admission, “You were all there.” Alisha scoffs, still not convinced, “I think we might have noticed you vanishing into thin air.” “I was standing right there and you couldn’t see me,” he insists, a sad, almost betrayed look crossing his face. “Alright.” Nathan puts on a determined look and wheels over to Simon. “Go on, then. Do it. Turn invisible.” Simon tenses and grunts, trying to force it. You glare at Nathan for putting him on the spot like this, and you feel a pang of guilt for generally encouraging his antics. “Oh, my god!” Nathan exclaims. “He’s disappeared!” You roll your eyes and groan, feeling worse by the second. Simon, however, seems to believe him, holding out a hand in front of Nathan’s eyes. “Can’t you see me?” “No,” Nathan gasps before throwing his empty soda can at Simon’s head and proclaiming, “you’re invisible!” “You prick! What’d you do that for?” you ask, miffed, but he ignores you. “You all are hilarious, really. Keep taking that medication.” He starts wheeling towards the door, but Kelly jumps in front of him and grabs his armrests. “Don’t go out there, he will kill you!” she yells. “Of course he will, ‘cuz he’s such a badass,” Nathan retorts sarcastically. “Don’t!” She screams, with angry and fearful tears in her eyes. Curtis just walks past her to the door, scoffing in disbelief, “Come on, this is the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.” “No!!” Kelly shrieks, throwing Curtis out of the way as the door swings open. You hear a bellowing roar as a metal tube flies through the open door and into Kelly’s head, spraying streams of blood up and down the wall beside her. “Kelly!” you cry in shock. Her expression slackens and her eyes go blank as she slumps against the wall and tumbles to the floor, dead. Tony bursts into the room with a sharp, red-stained tube in his hands. Another scream tears at your throat as you feel a hand on your arm, Nathan’s, pulling you away and setting you running down the hall. . . . . . “Can’t you see me?” Simon gasps, holding out a hand in front of Nathan’s eyes and appearing to believe him. “No,” Nathan gaspes before throwing his empty soda can at Simon’s head and proclaiming, “you’re invisible!” “You prick! What’d you do that for?” you ask, miffed, but he ignores you. “You all are hilarious, really. Keep taking that medication.” He starts wheeling towards the door, but Kelly jumps in front of him and grabs onto his armrests. “Don’t go out there, he will kill you!” she yells. “Of course he will, ‘cuz he’s such a badass,” Nathan retorts sarcastically. “Don’t!” She screams, with angry and fearful tears in her eyes. Curtis jolts forward, fear gripping his expression “She’s telling the truth.” Nathan looks absolutely delighted. “And you know this how? I suppose you’re psychic now, too?” Curtis’ entire demeanor has completely shifted. He’s breathing heavily now out of shock or fear, or because of something you can’t quite understand. He speaks urgently and uneasily, “All this. It’s already happened once. I opened the door, the probation worker, he killed you.” He points to Kelly. “You were right there. You were dead. Everything froze. You were all just standing there. Time went backwards.” “What are you saying?” Alisha pipes up. “What, you turned back time?” Nathan rises from his seat, eyeing Curtis curiously, “This just gets better by the second.” He strides to the door. “Everything happened again, exactly the same. I’m telling you, don’t open that door!” Curtis insists, following after him. You run. “Nathan, no!” you scream, reaching the door just as he puts a hand on it. A giant lock and chain appears around the handles. He gives you an odd glance before yanking the door open regardless, and the chains turn into dust and disappear. You couldn’t see what he was looking at, but an expression of terror sweeps across Nathan’s face and he closes and locks the door in a flurry of jittery movements. “He’s right, the probation worker’s gone mental!” he gasps. Tony slams into the other side of the door and your heart leaps out of your chest. You only catch a glimpse of his hulking, dark frame silhouetted against the frosted glass before Nathan shrieks and pulls you away to join the rest of the group, who are all standing together. “Maybe he’s on crystal meth,” Alisha tries to reason, but the waver in her voice gives away her fear. “I mean, that stuff makes you crazy. My friend Chloe did it, she nearly shagged her brother. And he’s really ugly” “Enough about Chloe!” you exclaim. “It sounds like she’s made some really poor life choices and I’d rather not follow in her footsteps!” Simon gasps, realizing something, “The graffiti. ‘I’m going to kill you,” he wrote it.” “What did I say? I said there was a hidden meaning! Or not.” Nathan retorts. Realizing his hand is still clasped around your arm, he drops it awkwardly and looks away. “Did anything happen to you?” Kelly asks, turning to face Alisha. “No, we should call the police!” she suggests adamantly. Simon shakes his head. “He took our phones, he’s got all our phones.” Nathan turns to look at you and you smile, pulling your phone out of your pocket. “Well, not all of them.” You hold it up for the rest of the group to see, turning it on to find- “Fuck! I don’t have reception in this shithole.” “Let’s get out of here, then,” Curtis offers. “Out the back way, come on!” Nathan calls, moving down the hall and motioning for everyone to follow him. But as he turns the corner, he slips, crying out and falling to the floor with a loud squelch and a squeak. Nathan is sprawled on the floor in a pool of thick, stagnant blood. Your stomach churns as you try to keep yourself from retching. “Is that blood?!” Kelly screams. Realization washes over Nathan and he scrambles to his feet, “Oh, fuck! Jesus Christ!” He gapes at the dark red smears coating his hands and gags, wiping them desperately on his jumpsuit. “Get it off me, Jesus!” It’s then that you notice the locker. Blood oozes from each vent and out onto the tile below, trickling down the front of the door like a morbid waterfall. Curtis approaches carefully before gingerly opening the door. Gary’s smashed in head lurches forward and you all jump, screaming as it lolles back and forth. His jumpsuit is stained red in various gruesome places and his body is sitting at odd, gut-wrenching angles in the tiny locker. Blood has dripped down from his ears, nose, and mouth, and predominantly from a gaping, disgusting wound on the left side of his neck. “It’s Gary,” Simon murmurs. “I did wonder what had happened to him,” Nathan mumbles, inching closer and peering at the contorted, lifeless form before you. It is undoubtedly the worst thing you have ever seen, but you can’t take your eyes off of it, the horror is all-encompassing. “He’s gonna kill us,” Alisha whispers, on the verge of tears. “Turn back time,” Nathan says to Curtis. “Stop this happening.” “I don’t know how it works!” He exclaims frantically. “Oh, that’s great, that’s really useful!” Nathan chides. Curtis ignores him, instead turning to comfort Alisha “Come on, don’t look at him.” You wish the body would disappear, and some dark sheets appear to cover everything. You know it’s temporary, but you just want to be able to look away. Curtis puts his hand on Alisha’s arm and gasps. “I’ve got to have sex with you right now! You’re so beautiful.” He grabs her shoulder and pulls her closer to him. “What’s up with him?” Nathan calls in confusion. Alisha is screaming and trying to pull her arm out of Curtis’s grip. “Let’s go, let’s do it now!” He reaches his hand into his pants and you turn away, disgusted. Your mind screams at you to do something, to pull him off of her, but you have no idea what’s happening and you freeze.   “Get off me, you freak!” Alisha finally yanks her arm out of his grasp and stumbles back. “What?” Curtis asks, completely unaware of what just occurred, of what he said and tried to do. Alisha reels back an arm, preparing to slap him. He grabs it out of the air and his skin touches hers again, suddenly groaning in a way that makes your skin crawl. “You’re so hot! I’m gonna bone you, I’m gonna shag you senseless!” “Let go!” she yells, stumbling backward out of his grip. The look on her face is confused and horrified, and a thousand other emotions you had hoped never to see on anyone you knew. “What did I do?” Curtis asks. Kelly speaks up, “Uh, you said you were gonna shag her?” “And you were gettin’ your chap out,” Nathan points. “Shut up!” Curtis gasps, messing with the waistline of his pants. “It’s when you were touching her,” Simon realizes. Alisha looks down at her shaky hands before reaching to touch the side of Simon’s neck. He jerks up, gasping. “I’m so hard for you. I want to rip your clothes off and piss on your tits,” Simon growls. Alisha rips her hand from him and jumps back. “What is happening to me?!” She cries. Nathan turns to Simon, looking amused and mildly disgusted, “You sick bastard!” Suddenly, the door behind you caves in, sending shards of glass flying in every direction. Tony falls through, bringing parts of the broken door frame with him as he tumbles to the floor. You hear Nathan yell in surprise as he backs away, getting as far from Tony as possible. You go the other direction, stupidly pinning yourself against one of the remaining glass doors. Tony snarls and reared on you, raising himself onto his knees before climbing to his feet. Your shriek is lost in everyone else’s screams, but then Kelly jumps in front of you from seemingly nowhere, brandishing a paint can in one hand. She swings it at Tony and it slams into his head with a sickening thunk. He collapses back to the floor, motionless. “What did you do?” Nathan gasped after a few shockingly silent seconds, genuinely horrified. The side of the paint can was caved in and smeared in red. There was a hole in Tony’s head that blood had begun to spill from. You whimpered and stumbled away from him, keeping as close to the wall as possible before leaving it to shuffle past the locker that held Gary. “Is he dead?” Alisha asked in a high pitched whisper. Nathan speaks up, “Well, I’m no doctor, but… You see the way the back of his head’s caved in like that?” Suddenly, Tony roars and grasps at Kelly’s leg, which is only a few feet from him. You jump back and feel an arm wrap around you and turn your head away from the quickly escalating scene of horror. Kelly reacts immediately, tearing her leg from his grip and bringing it down on his head, over and over again in a chorus of appalling splinters and squelches. “That should do it,” Nathan speaks as he lets his arms fall from your shoulders, his voice creaky with distress. “You killed our probation worker,” Alisha gasps, turning to Kelly. Kelly shakes her head slightly in shock. “This is very, very bad.” Nathan runs his hands through his hair. Alisha gags, looking away from Tony’s corpse. “Oh, I feel sick.” “He would have killed us!” Kelly reasons, insecurity and fear worming its way into the warble of her voice. “We should call the police. It was self-defense,” Curtis suggests, echoing Alisha’s words from only a few minutes ago. But while that was your original plan, it was now entirely out of the question. “Yeah,” Alisha agrees, “yeah, he’s right. We show ‘em the dead boy in the locker. They’ll do some CSI shit and figure it all out.” “They won’t believe us!” Kelly cries, and you suspect she’s right. “We just tell them the truth. We stick to our story,” Curtis persists. “What’s our story?” she asks, exasperated. “That he can turn invisible and she can conjure illusions and you can turn back time?! It doesn’t matter what we tell them, they’ll say we’re lying. They’ll say that we killed ‘em both! No one’s gonna believe you, not anymore.” She’s right. You know she’s right, deep in your being, in your bones, and you hate it. You hate how true it is, how messed up and unfair it is. “If there’s no body, there’s no crime,” Simon mutters anxiously. Everyone turns to look at him. “We should bury them under the flyover.” “Yeah? How do we do that? Someone’s gonna see us,” Alisha points out. You’re grateful for that, honestly. You’re all so distraught right now, you might have actually just walked outside with two dead bodies without thinking there would be consequences. Nathan shakes his head and you can practically see him thinking. “No, no, no. We give them a quick little,” he whistles to represent cleaning or something. “We put them in those wheelchairs, we wheel them up there, and if anyone sees us, we’re just a bunch of young offenders taking a couple of specials for a walk in the sunshine!” He tries to smile, but he looks far too tense to do so.     After cleaning up and redressing the bodies, wheeling them under the flyover, and digging the hole, Nathan and Kelly tip over the wheelchairs, now soaked in blood, and dump the bodies into the ground. Nathan looks up at you somberly, a queasy expression on his face. Everyone is silent for a few seconds, partially relieved, but also knowing that the real danger begins now, with keeping this covered up. Nathan shakes his head and puts on his usual playful airs, “I’m pretty sure this breaches the terms of my ASBO.” It isn’t even that funny, but you’re so weary, so exhausted from the past two days of crazy events and literal murder, that you start laughing. Nathan does too, first small giggles, then snickers, and then all-out laughter. The mood hasn’t lightened much by the time you quiet down, and you only feel marginally better, but it’s the best you’ve felt in the past few hours, so that’s a start. “We don’t tell anyone about this, yeah?” Kelly instructs. Everyone nods. “About the storm or what it did to us or anything.” “We’re about to bury our probation worker, we don’t need to be drawing any attention to ourselves,” Nathan agrees. “I don’t want anyone to know.” Alisha grabs a shovel and stands by the open grave. “I cannot be a freak.” “It’s too late for me on that front,” you joke, “but being convicted for murder wouldn’t help anything.” “What about you?” Kelly points to Curtis, who remains bitterly silent. Nathan shakes his head, “There’s no goin’ back now, man. You’re just as screwed as the rest of us. You are black and famous, you’re probably more screwed.” “I shouldn’t even be here,” Curtis spits. “You don’t really have a choice,” you point out. Curtis meets your gaze for a second before bending down and digging his shovel into the newly upturned soil. You follow suit. Kelly turns to Alisha, “Just then, when he was touchin’ ya… How were you doin’ that?” “I don’t know!” Alisha responds, trying to brush her off. “Didn’t you say you wanted to piss on her tits?” Nathan teases, unfortunately reminding everyone of the particulars of that scene. “Probably best to keep that kind of thing between you and your internet service provider.” Simon is clearly trying not to look mortified, and he just continued shoveling. “Are you alright?” Curtis stops for a moment to address Alisha, remembering the involuntary part he played in the discovery of her power. She doesn’t say anything. Kelly stands up suddenly to repeatedly glance between you and Nathan. “What?” you ask. Nathan glares insistently at her, realizing what’s happening even as you don’t. “It’s nothin’,” Kelly shrugged and returned to shoveling. After a few more minutes, Nathan stands up and leans on his shovel, “Hold on, all of you have some kind of ‘special power.’ “Everyone can do something except me. He can do something,” he points to Simon, “he can do something and I can’t. That’s ridiculous, look at him! How does that make any sense.” Simon stops for a moment to wipe some sweat from his brow. “Well he sure is working harder than you,” you point out. “I work harder in other areas,” Nathan explains suggestively. “Maybe you can do something, you just haven’t found out what it is yet,” Simon reasons. “Yeah, right.” Nathan smiles, emboldened by the possibilities. “What if… What if I can’t feel pain?” Kelly punches him. “Ow!” “Did you feel that?” She grins. You laugh, completely understanding the impulse. “Stop hitting me!” Nathan protests. “Both of you!”     The sky has darkened significantly by the time you finish the burial, and it isn't helped by the fact that you have to stop every few minutes when it suddenly looks like everything is done because you really want to just be finished. It’s actually a pretty good exercise in controlling your power. It’s even later by the time you finish cleaning off the wheelchairs, locker, and the surrounding area. Nathan catches up with you as you leave, asking if you want to walk home with him again. His voice sounds chipper and you half expect him to be joking, but when you look up, his eyes plead with you to say yes. So you do. And you don’t walk in silence. There is much to say about the past two days and it feels good to say it, to divulge your fear and your worries, and to hear them reciprocated. He turns down the same street he did the previous day and you walk the rest of the way alone, trying not to let your overwhelming fear of the future overtake you. You finally return home and collapse onto your bed for the second day in a row, once again hoping that the next day would be better, and doubting that it could be much worse.

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

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After a long day at work, you and Javi come home to relax. He pulls into his arms on the couch, turning on the tv. You shift around next to him and he can't help but think how much he wants you. He tries to focus but he can't as you accidentally bring your knee a little too far forward, brushing against his length. It's enough to send him over the edge and he pulls you into a feverish kiss. It catches you off guard and you pull away from him. "I'm so sorry. That was stupid." You get closer. "No, it's okay. It just surprised me. I'm okay now." He pulls you back to him, feeling his erection grow as your bodies mold together. You welcome his advances as his hands roam all over you. He helps you undress, not bothering to shut off the tv as your bodies reconnect. He bends you over, leaning down to press his tongue into you from behind. You jolt forward, grabbing the arm of the couch. He laps you greedily, drawing the most exquisite moans out of you. He begins working your clit with his tongue now, building your orgasm quickly. With a few more long licks, you cum hard against his face as he works you through your high. As you come down, he pulls your back to his chest. He rubs his cock against your slickness before finally pushing inside. One of his arms snakes around to hold your waist and he cups your breast with the other. You moan his name as he fucks you deeply. You start to feel your second orgasm coiling in your stomach as he sets a relentless pace. His hand comes down to circle your mound as he starts to come apart as well. He pulls out of you quickly, releasing onto your back as he works you through your own high. When you are both finished, he puts his arm around you and leads you to bed where you both fall asleep, exhausted and satisfied.

Oberyn and Ellaria were ecstatic when you had started becoming more affectionate with them. Anytime you wanted affection they happily gave it to you. One night, you all lay in bed, cuddling as the Dornish air flooded your chamber. In a moment of arousal, you let your hand trail behind you to where Oberyn had been laying and pressed it gingerly into his crotch. He immediately leaned into the touch, groaning happily as you cupped his growing erection. "Is my dove feeling bold tonight?" He teased, bringing a hand up to caress your skin. Ellaria saw Oberyn touching you and joined in on the fun, tracing a finger from your cheek to your breasts. You gasped as they expertly felt your body. It took no time at all for the three of you to be completely naked. "Let us please you, mi amor." Oberyn begged, kissing down your body. Ellaria positioned herself behind your head, holding you in her lap as Oberyn began to lap at your folds. She kneaded your breasts as you felt your orgasm build. "I think our little flower is going to cum, my prince." She would say as you arched your back, letting the feeling swallow you. When you had come down from your high, he moved to his knees quickly lining himself with your entrance. Your moans became louder as he teased your clit with the head of his cock. Ellaria smoothed your hair as he finally pushed fully inside of you. "There you go," she would coo. "You take him so well. Does he feel good inside you?" You couldn't speak as he thrust in and out. Oberyn quickly chimed in. "Don't worry, mi amor. You don't need to say a word. I can feel exactly what I'm doing to you. Just let me love you." And you did as he fucked you agonizingly slow, overwhelmed with the sensations that flooded your body. He made you cum three more times before finally pulling out and spilling his seed across your chest. You panted heavily as Ellaria took some up on your finger and held it to your lips. "Taste your prince. Show him how grateful you are for his cum." He watched through half lidded eyes as you sucked her finger clean before they both pulled you back between them, caressing you as you fell asleep.

Maxwell Lord makes it abundantly clear to everyone, yourself included, that you belong to him. The lack of touch between you doesn't make him any less possessive of you. Instead he spoils you with expensive gifts and lets you stay in his home. As you become more affectionate, he takes it in stride, telling you how much he loves it when you touch him. One night, you both lay in bed together, Max flipping through files as you snuggle into his chest. After an hour of nothing but work, you lightly push the papers out of his hand and he smirks at you. "I was reading those." He states. "I know. I just want you to spend time with me." He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure my time is all you want?" He says as you squirm against him. He pushes his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back gently to meet his gaze. "Take off your shirt." He demands and you eagerly do so. His fingers begin squeezing your chest. "You are so obedient for me. I'm so glad to see that you want me." You smile and he undoes his trousers, pulling out his cock. "Go on. Show me that you're ready for this." His length presses against your lips and you take him in your mouth. Your tongue works him up and down, Maxwell pressing back into the headboard. "That's good. Do you want more?" He asks, already knowing the answer. You take off the rest of your clothes and he gets off the bed, taking you with him. He bends you over the edge, lining himself up with your entrance. As he pushes his cock inside, you press your face into the sheets. "It's okay. It's just you and me. You can make noise for me if you want to." He instructs you gently, guiding you through several orgasms until he's ready to cum. "You're such a good little girl for me. You're going to make me cum. Do you want that?" He makes you find your voice to answer him. "Yes, Mr. Lord." This is all he needs to pull out and unload onto your back. Once you've been cleaned up he pulls you back into bed. "Trust me baby. This was only the beginning. I'm going to teach you how to scream." He mumbled into your hair before you drift off to sleep.

You and Max had been dating for a while and he really enjoyed spending time with you. After a date night, you come home and get snuggled up on the couch. He turns on the tv but you quickly become distracted. As you squirm against him, he pulls away. "I'm sorry, do you need me not to touch you?" You look away. "No. I want you to touch me. I was just thinking maybe we could continue this in the bedroom." His eyes became wide as he realized the implications of your words. "Are you sure this is something you want?" He asks and you nod. Before you can blink he is carrying you bridal style to his room. Once he does he helps you get undressed, admiring your body. "You're so pretty." He kisses you all over, letting his tongue taste every inch of your flesh. As he does you moan and he takes the opportunity to put his fingers in your mouth. You suck them before he brings them down to where you are aching. He begins working your clit with his wet fingers, causing you to throw your head back. "Can I please you fuck you now?" He begs. You nod and he lifts you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist. He walks you over, your shoulders hitting the wall. Before he enters you he looks in your eyes. "Is this okay?" You smile with a small yes and he begins to thrust up into you. The sensation is incredible as he fills you up so full. "Max!" You breath and it doesn't take him long before he pulls out to shoot his cum up onto your stomach. He helps you down and cleans you up before getting into bed with you, stroking your hair as you fall asleep in his arms.

Jack loves being close to you more than anything. After his stunt trying to kiss you he has done nothing but try to prove that he is not a complete asshat. Over time you begin to trust him more and you finally let him give you that kiss. When you do, he is over the moon about it. You go home with him one night after training to unwind. He pulls you into his lap, sitting in his favorite arm chair. It doesn't take long for the situation to escalate as you squirm in his lap. At some point he grabs your hips and starts to move you on him just how he likes it. He trails kisses across the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine. He brings a hand down to rub you over your jeans. The friction drives you crazy as he picks up speed. You quickly get off his lap to undress, climbing back up so he can finish what he started. Your stomach begins to coil as he works you relentlessly. You cum on his fingers and he makes quick work of undoing his belt and letting his cock out of his jeans. You flip around to face him, straddling his lap. "Is this okay hun? Is it okay if I fuck you?" You nod and he lines himself up with your entrance. However, you stop him before he can thrust up into you. "Wait. I want to do it. I want to ride you." He grins like an idiot at the request. "I'd be alright with that. Look at you, getting out of that shell. Show me what a good little cowgirl you are." You sink down on him slowly, adjusting to the stretch of his cock inside you. You squirm in his lap and he throws his head back. Slowly, you begin bouncing up and down on him, your ass slapping against his hips. He groans lewdly, drowning out your quiet moans. Eventually, he helps you by thrusting up into you. You cling to him as he fucks you just the way you like. It doesn't take him long to pull out and cum on your stomach, bringing his fingers down to your clit as you cum with him. You both pant and he smiles. "You're so good to me." He says, pulling you into a tight hug. After that, you move over to the couch, practically laying on top of one another as you close your eyes for a nice little nap.

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[greekletters]

one shot, two prompts

back at it again with the terrible titles. new oneshot under the cut, kids. 

Prompts: Are you fucking kidding me? & Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?

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“Are you going to be able to help me, or are you too busy with work?”

Weiss looks up from the computer in front of her and sees Blake leaning against the doorframe of her office. A hopeful look on her face.

“Oh, yeah, sure. I’m just editing this presentation for tomorrow. Do you want to go in there, or is in here fine?”

“Are you sure? Because I can just ask Yang to do it if you don’t want to. She’s just downstairs doing one of those workout video things she does in the living room. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

Clearly reading the situation, Weiss shakes her head quickly.

“No, no. I don’t mind at all.” Blake gives her a small smile, standing up straight.

“Okay, great. Let me go change and I’ll be right back.”

As soon as Blake disappears from the doorway, Weiss turns right back to her work and begins to read through her notes for what feels like the millionth time. She hated to admit it, but she was so distracted with work that she barely noticed Blake return, with an armful of clothing.

“Alright.” Blake lays each outfit over a chair or on the coffee table across the room. “You’re sure you want to help me? You aren’t too busy?”

“Huh?” Weiss peers over the top edge of the computer screen. “Oh yes, of course. No problem.”

Blake was running back and forth across the office, placing little accessories or items with each outfit before finally coming to stand in the middle of the room, facing Weiss.

“Okay, this is my first option. I figured it was simple, not too fancy, but still professional. You know, business like.”

“It looks nice.”

Honestly, it looks a lot nicer than nice. Blake was wearing a flowing, loose fit white sleeveless blouse and a dark navy pencil skirt. The neckline dipped just enough to where it caught Weiss’ attention, but still remained professional.

“Um, okay.” Blake had been hoping for a little bit more of a critique than ‘nice.’ But this was Weiss we were talking about. “I was thinking navy or nude heels if I wore this one.”

“Uh huh.” Weiss’ eyes drifting back down to her presentation. “Remind me what this is for again?”

“The awards dinner? For the research institute? It’s in a few days. And you said you would come with me.”

Weiss can tell that Blake is nervous just mentioning the dinner. And she feels silly for forgetting. Blake had been working on her research for years and was finally up for an award which included a grant to further fund her study. Weiss felt awful and careless for forgetting.

“Oh wow, that came up fast. Feels like yesterday that you started your research project.” Nice cover, Weiss. Internally rolling her eyes at herself.

“You don’t have to go.” Blake’s shoulders slouch as she looks back and forth between two dresses, deciding which to try on next. “I know you’re really busy with the presentation and stuff. I understand. Maybe Yang can go with me instead.”

“Don’t even suggest such a thing. I will be going with you, and there is no need to discuss it any further. I might be busy but that in no way means that I don’t have time for you. Now, what is your next option?”

“This one I guess.” Blake leans down and grabs a dark red dress off of one of the chairs. When she begins to remove the clothing she is currently wearing she notices Weiss immediately look away, back down to the computer screen in front of her. She can’t help but take a jab at Weiss while she continues to change her clothes. “You know you don’t have to pretend not to look. You’ve seen me in way less, many times.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t choose to respect your privacy.” Her cheeks rosy, still averting her gaze as she hears Blake zip up the dress.

“Okay, what do you think about this one?” Blake does a little twirl so she can see the front and back of the dress before sharing her assessment.

“Unfortunately, red isn’t my favorite color. It does look amazing on you. But I think for the occasion it may not be the best option. It’s giving me ‘I just killed my husband and I’m mourning him at the funeral in a sultry red dress’ kind of vibes.”

“Eh, I agree. It wasn’t my favorite either. Ruby picked it. So sorry Ruby, maybe next time.” Immediately unzipping the dress, letting it fall down to the ground and stepping out of it.

Peeking away from her presentation yet again, Weiss sees Blake move to grab a long dress, white with silver accents.

“Is that the dress you wore to the company holiday party last year?” Weiss asks, the tone of her voice comes out way more stern than she had intended.

“I think so, why?”

“It’s too fancy formal for an awards dinner.” She sees Blake huff in disappointment at the dismissal of a quarter of her options. “You do look beautiful in that dress, no question. But I don’t think it says ‘research institute award winner Blake Belladonna.”

“Hm, maybe you’re right.” Standing in the middle of Weiss’ office in her underwear, completely unaffected, Blake wanders over to the final dress. “What does the dress say?”

“It says ‘watch me as I float majestically down these marble stairs with my girlfriend, who is obviously just as majestic. Oh, and happy holidays.” Weiss points her pen towards Blake for emphasis at the very end, which gains a small giggle from Blake as she dresses once again.

“Alright, last one.” Blake says as she models her final dress.

Weiss looks up to see an all black knee length dress that hangs off the shoulder. It’s made from a chiffon looking material and has ruching all throughout the middle area. And then, then there was the back.

“Thoughts?”

“No. Take it off.” Shaking her head back and forth. Trying to keep her thoughts in her head where they belong and need to stay.

“What? Why?”

“I just don’t like it. No.” Refusing to look up and meet Blake’s gaze, or the dress.

“Weiss, this is a very important evening for me, and I really need your help picking out something to wear.” Weiss hears the distress beginning to mount in Blake’s voice, making her uneasy. “What’s so wrong with this dress?”

“Please just take it off. We will find something for you to wear.”

“Tell me what’s wrong with this dress.” Blake struggles as she reaches behind her back to undo the zipper and it finally falls to the floor below. Leaving her there, arguing with Weiss in her matching set of black undergarments.

“I just didn’t like it, is all.” Weiss really doesn’t want to have this conversation, much less while the other half of the argument is nearly naked.

“Just tell me why you don’t like it, please!”

“Fine! It makes your ass look huge. There? You happy now?”

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Downstairs, Yang has just finished her workout and is refilling her water bottle in the kitchen. She has been the unknown third party to the entire disagreement going on up the stairs.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The ferocity in Blake’s voice garnering Yang’s full attention.

Blake doesn’t yell. So maybe this was worth investigating. Usually, she didn’t get too involved in Blake and Weiss’ business. And seeing as how they had been gracious enough to let her stay with them while her house was undergoing “renovations” to fix damages caused by what the insurance company referred to as “an act of God or other natural disaster” on the paperwork, she was willing to make an exception.

“Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?” There is an unfamiliar tone in Weiss’ voice. One she reserves only for Blake. It’s almost pleading or apologetic in nature.

“This ought to be good.” Yang says to herself as she begins to climb the stairs.

“You want me to pretend that you didn’t just say my ass looks huge?” Blake says, not thinking Weiss would have the audacity to even suggest such a thing.

“Hey ladies, what’s going on in here? Woah!” Yang immediately turns around once she sees Blake has on nothing but her underwear. “Sounds like you two are having a little bit of a tizzy in here.”

“No we are-“

“Yes, yes we are. Thank you for noticing.” Blake crosses her arms over her chest. Which only accentuates her chest, involuntarily drawing Weiss’ eyes towards her.

“Now, now. What seems to be the matter? I’m sure there is a simple solution.”

“Quit staring at my chest, you’ve currently lost privileges.” Blake snaps at Weiss, who averts her gaze towards the wall.

“You can’t exactly fault her for looking, cuz I mean, I looked.” Yang shrugs and there’s a small gasp from Weiss’ side of the room. “Anyways, now you two make up. Because this is ridiculous. Weiss, you were being rude and an ass. And Blake, you have a nice ass. And we all know it. So there’s nothing to fight about.”

“That’s not the point, Yang.” Blake starts in but Yang holds up a hand to silence her.

“Tell her.” Weiss rolls her eyes at Yang’s demand. “Do it now, Weiss Schnee.”

“Blake, you have a lovely ass. It is one of your very, very fine qualities. The fault lies solely with the dress and my lack of eloquence in expressing it in such a way.”

“And?” Yang sticks out her neck, drawing out her words to match.

“And I love you and I’m sorry for being insensitive.” Blake notices the sincerity in Weiss’ voice, but still continues to tap her foot on the floor beneath her, arms still crossed.

“And you, standing over there nearly naked, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Apology accepted.” Finally letting her arms fall to her sides.

“What else?”

“And of course I love you too, like it’s even a question.” Rolling her eyes at Yang for being so childish.

“Now that the two of you can quit being ridiculous, Blake, wear the blouse with the skirt. It’s a business event, not a red carpet. And Weiss, I can recite your presentation from memory by now, so I know you can too, give it a rest.”

“Okay.” The two of them say in unison.

“Can’t wait til I can go back to my own house with my own space, and no relationship drama.”

“Hey! We don’t have drama.” Weiss says, clearly offended.

“And you could be at home, alone, right now if you hadn’t burnt down your kitchen and half the dining room trying to make chicken nuggets in the toaster. Then lied to the insurance company and said the house got struck by lightning.”

“It was for science, Blake. You of all people should understand. And put some damn clothes on. I know this is your house, but good grief.” Yang waves her hand in dismissal as she turns around and leaves the room, heading down the hallway.

Blake begins to gather up all the clothes she’s left scattered across the office. As she’s about to walk through the doorway out of the room, she stops and turns back towards Weiss.

“You lost those privileges too, so quit staring.”

Weiss immediately frowns and sits back down behind her desk. After a second of silence, Blake pops her head back into the doorway.

“You know I was completely joking, right?” Winking before disappearing once again.

Quickly, Weiss closes the lid of her laptop and runs off down the hall to regain her lost privileges.

[futurewriter2000]

Euphoria - pt. 5

A/N: This one is a bit more darker and confusing in a way, I guess but I think I want it that way to make the story work and the way I want it to be. So I don’t know if you guys will like it or not. Leave a comment or a feedback just in case cuz I can be very doubtful towards myself but I have big plan for the next few parts. Make it angsty and fiery and emotional.

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It wasn’t easy on any of three of you. James hated Remus for what he did to him. Loathe- to be exact but somehow after the full moon, he still found himself protecting Remus and through time, it was easier to forgive him. 

Of course, the relationship between them changed. James still had a hard time trusting Remus but months past and they were closer than ever. 

You, however, were alone. 

James and you had the same friends and after the whole Remus fiasco, they avoided you- all of them. Somehow, you turned out to be the bad guy and soon, you started to feel like it. 

James didn’t bother to greet you, Remus didn’t even look at you, Sirius glared most of the time, your roomates kept excluding you from everything and other students kept bullying you. 

You felt horrible. It was as if you had hit a rock bottom but through it all, you still felt like you were sinking lower. The nights you cried yourself to sleep, the days you felt lonely as ever... but all of that turned into such fury. 

You were furious at Remus and James. 

Remus just disappeared. After everything you did for him- leaving James so they could still be friends. You could have easily be with James and Remus would now be in your shoes. But there he was, doing nothing. Leaving you behind like a piece of garbage. 

James wasn’t anything different. He kept telling you how he loved you yet now he was talking awful things about you. 

“Well, well, well...” a sudden malicious voice came into your hearing. You shot your head up to see a Slytherin with snow white hair and dark green eyes, preying on you. “I found ourselves a doe, Avery.” he leaned back with his eyes directed onto you. 

You tensed up in your seat, hearing a pair of footsteps approaching you. 

You froze when Avery came into your sight. He scanned you from head to toe before plastering an identical grin on his face as the Slytherin next to him.”Why so lonely, Bambi?” 

“Why so quiet?” said Mulciber as he continued to walk towards you, standing next to you and placing his finger under your chin. “You scared of us?” 

Your heart was pounding. You were terrfifed of them both and with your tongue completely tied, that was the exact impression you gave them. 

“Cat got your tongue?” Avery continued to smile, glancing up at Mulciber a few times before sitting in front of you, placing his head on top of his arms. “Or did you leave it somewhere with that half-blood?”

“Or was it Potter that has it?” Mulciber continued.

“Or did you do it with the blood traitor as well?” Avery laughed meanwhile your eyebrows started to draw themselves together and you were now glaring at the Slytherin in front. 

“I don’t think that is any of your bussiness, now.” you snarked at him and they both spread a smile. 

Mulciber’s arms moved around your shoulders and hugged your body meanwhile his head laid on your right shoulder. “Everything that happens in this school is our bussiness- even if it is as unimportant as your sex life.” his nose dug into your neck and he dragged your body scent up his nostrils. “Smells wonderful, mate.” he told the other one meanwhile your whole body kept sitting there like stone. 

“Please, leave me alone.” you felt your voice tremble, unwanted tears gathering in your eyes. 

“Leave you alone?” Mulciber kept whispering in your ear meanwhile Avery kept watching. “Why would I do that when I can have a pretty little doe like you in my arms.” he continued to whisper. 

Your arm grabbed your wand firmly and as you were trying to pull it out and blast him away, you were back at where you were. Frozen but not because of your body chemistry- no. It was different. You were in a binding spell. 

“Nice try but should have done that before you let me come this close.” he now kissed the side of your neck and as much as you wanted to scream, you couldn’t. They have gotten you on their strings and you were helpless. Your heart was pounding with such force you thought it was going to break in your chest. Your stomach was twisting, your throat kept forming a big knot inside, your whole body crying out for help. 

You felt helpless, small. 

His hands travelled down your collarbone and kept playing with the necklace James gave you for your birthday two years ago. 

“You’re mine now.” he whispered with another kiss and all of a sudden the library went dark and you went numb.

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Your mind was empy. Dark. Not a single thought romaed your mind. 

Your feet were carrying you like lightning up the stairs to the bathroom. You closed the doors and locked them, cast a charm and opened the water. You just stepped in the bathtub dressed and started tearing the pieces from your body. 

You sobbed, screamed, tore- you were breaking. 

Instead of washing off the dirt you felt on your skin, you dug your nails into it pulled down your body until there were blue and red dots all over it. When you were completely naked in a bath filled with water, you sat there and stared at the abyss. 

You could feel his lips. You could feel his hands, his breath, hear his voice and his chuckles and all those thoughts made you run to the toilet and throw up. 

You wiped the liquid from your lips  and sat on the cold floor. 

So that’s how rock bottom really feels? - you thought as your eyes forced themselves on the ceiling and you felt yourself smile. 

You walked out the bathroom, made your way to your bed and what felt like a second, it was already light. 

Your legs didn’t move, neither did your whole body. Your roomates were getting ready for breakfast but you weren’t going there. 

No. Not the Great Hall where you could see them. Where you could see him. 

Just the thought of seeing his eyes, his hands, his everything made you afraid. 

No. Not today. Not ever again.