#goes without saying that if i can’t make him look his age im not making him at all

[cuerue]

no body hair, no graying hair, the only thing that could save my tuman as a rook playthrough right now is viago not treating crow rook as a kid/rookie

[folkloresthings]

TOLERATE IT / FA14.

in which the older sister of lando norris finds herself teetering dangerously towards the precipice of her brother’s, significantly older, colleague.

( fernando alonso x norris!reader )

track one: gold rush. track two: delicate. track three: labyrinth. track four: false god. track five: happiness. track six: the 1. track seven: daylight. track eight: lover.

✩⡱ warnings: age gap! reader is 25, fernando is 41.

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⤷ user fingers crossed she’s back after the break

it was rather refreshing, to be back in your own apartment after weeks of living hotel to hotel. knowing where everything is, cooking for yourself, spending every night under your own covers. granted, after nights spent close to fernando’s side, your double bed felt much emptier than it did before.

with the summer break begun, the lack of work was leaving you with little to do. and the apartment had been sitting empty for weeks, desperate for a deep cleaning. so, clad in an old shirt and some shorts, you got to work. halfway through wiping down the entire kitchen, your phone rang, silencing the nineties hits playlist you’d had on.

hurrying over in your fluffy socks, you glanced down at the ringing screen. fernando. you hadn’t seen him since that morning lando had shown up in your hotel room. frankly, after your conversation with your brother, you fled the country as quickly as you could.

“hi,” you greeted him tentatively, after answering the call. he was quiet on the other end, your heart picking up its pace with every moment of silence.

“you left without saying goodbye,” he eventually speaks, voice monotone and heavy. you curse him mentally for being so unreadable, so plain when he wants to be.

you sigh, a finger rubbing your brow bone as you settle yourself on the couch. “i’m sorry, ‘nando.”

you weren’t sure of what else to say. you glanced at the time, ten minutes past eleven, wondering what time it was where fernando was. still in belgium? back home in spain? he wasn’t here, and that seemed to squeeze at your heart.

“so, what does this mean?” the question you had been dreading. the question you had asked yourself the whole plane ride home, and every moment since.

“i don’t know,” you murmured, truthfully. “it’s so complicated. if… if we keep this up, we’ll only get attacked. and lando will constantly be on edge — i don’t know if he could ever really accept it.”

“we could make him—” fernando begins to argue, and you can hear the frustration in his voice now.

“please, just listen.” he falls quiet and you lean back into the cushions. “i won’t be able to live knowing my brother didn’t approve. i can’t lose him, ‘nando, he’s my best friend. but…”

your lip wobbles, a tear slipping down your cheek. one you quickly wipe away, willing your emotions to get back in shape. fernando notices the shake in your breath, and his heart breaks when he realises he can’t do anything to help.

“but… the time we spent together, it was wonderful. you’ve taken my whole heart and i’ve happily let you keep it. it’s not something i want to let go of.”

“can’t we have both?” fernando asks, ready to beg you to stay. “lando will come around. and who cares about the press? we’d have each other, that’s what matters.”

“and what if it goes wrong?” you ask, almost too sharply. “what then? i can never come to a race again, because i won’t be able to face you? or we make it awkward between you and lando? he really looks up to you, fernando.”

“what could go wrong?” he asks, though he knows the answer. he knows about his own mistakes, and the reputation that came from it. but he would never dare break your heart, for it would only ruin his own.

“fernando…”

“mi amor, please…” he doesn’t care how desperate he sounds, because he is desperate. desperate to love you, to have you forever. “at least let us try.”

you consider it for a moment, you really do. torn between the possible love of your life and your baby brother, the hellish debacle of the century. but blood ran thicker than water, right?

“we never should have started this,” you brave the words, though they stab you in the process. but you know the only way to do this is to hurt him, to give him a reason to stay away. no matter how it kills you. “we can’t go on. it’s not like it ever could have worked, and you know it’s true.”

“no,” he replies firmly, holding himself together. “no, i’m not letting you go that easily.”

“i’m sorry, fernando. try and enjoy your break, okay?” you click the red end call button before he can reply, turning your phone off and sinking into the cushions, body soon racking with gentle sobs.

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[wolfjackle-creates]

broski I beg of u to tell me about your Danny is Clark’s nephew wip im so intrigued

@hailsatanacab also asked about this one! I shared two snippets for them so check out Part 1 and Part 2. (about 900 words total between the two asks.)

This was inspired by the discussion on a prompt you made ages ago, actually! Here's the post. The main prompt isn't the inspiration, however. It was the comment about Danny joining the JL and [insert spiderman meme here].

Let's see if I have anything I can add. (I changed things enough when posting the first bits that everything else I have doesn't fit anymore.)

Eh, fine. Just went through and wrote another 600 words.

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Danny winced. “Yes, Uncle Cl— Kal. Uncle Kal.” Danny glanced next to him and realized Constantine had moved several feet away and was deliberately trying to not attract attention. He bit back a smile and pulled on the Prince Phantom persona Queen Dora had forced him to learn. “Thank you for your assistance, Laughing Magician. I now declare our deal complete and will make no further claims on you.” He waved his hand producing a piece of parchment which he handed over. “As promised, your payment.”

Constantine grabbed the paper and backed away quickly. “Great. Glad to do business with you, your highness. Hope your family reunion goes well. I’ll just—” he jerked a thumb over his shoulder, then changed something and disappeared through a portal even as several of the League members present tried to yell at him to stop.

Danny rolled his eyes as he fell back into his more relaxed demeanor. “Oh, please. What more did you want from him? I’ll talk to Uncle Kal and he can decide what is important to pass on. Magician Constantine already told you most of what he knows.”

“Just… come on, Danny,” said Uncle Clark. “We need to talk.”

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Finding a place to talk to Danny wasn’t the problem, Clark quickly realized. Shaking off his coworkers, however… Bruce in particular did not want to be left out. And Wally was too curious to be put off.

“Danny?” called Clark when he realized the kid wasn’t with him.

“By the viewing window,” said Bruce. “He seems to enjoy the view.”

“Right. Should’ve guessed.” Clark cursed himself silently for forgetting how much the kid loved space. “Batman, please. I know you like to know everything. But can I just talk to my nephew alone? I’ll explain everything I can after, but I need to know how this situation could’ve happened in my own family without my knowledge first without you being there inserting Opinions.”

“Very well. I’ll collect Flash and we’ll leave the two of you alone. But I expect a full report after.”

“I’ll make a peach cobbler, Ma’s recipe, and head to the Manor tomorrow to tell you everything.”

“I’ll let Nightwing know.”

Clark sighed. “I’ll make two cobblers.”

Bruce’s lips twitched upward, but he turned without saying anything more. “Flash! Since this matter is going to be delayed, I believe you still have to file your report on the incident last week.”

Clark chuckled as Flash protested. But he didn’t listen to their discussion, instead joining Danny by the viewing window. He settled an arm around his nephew’s shoulders. “Beautiful, aren’t they?”

“I can’t believe you get to come up here and look out at the stars any time you want.”

“I don’t get up here as much as I’d like, I’m afraid. And when I am up here, it’s because something somewhere is going wrong so I don’t get to appreciate it as much as I’d like to.”

“So, if you’re an alien, does that mean Dad’s an alien, too? Is that why he is the way he is? Am I part alien?”

Clark laughed and ruffled Danny’s hair. Like this, it felt almost insubstantial, like passing his hand through mist. “Fraid not, kid. No one knows why your dad is the way he is. I can’t remember how often he was tested for the meta gene.”

“Once a year every year from the time he was six until he was twenty-two and graduated undergrad and started living on his own. Then he stopped for a few years. Until he started dating Mom. He accidentally broke her apartment door once and she insisted he get tested again.”

Clark wanted to laugh, but all he could remember was Danny’s earlier statement. “Danny… Are you…safe with your parents?”

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Again, anyone is free to continue this! If anyone wants, I can combine everything into one post to make it easier to do so.

[satoruhour]

🪻ugh your drabble about sore reader reminded of this one hc I think of so much that it’s embarrassing. Imagine gojo getting on sorcerer!reader’s nerves to the point that she and utahime almost have an anti-gojo hate club, and one time while bantering with him she jokes about his size or how he’s so self centred he probably can’t even make a woman cum.

Satoru only says “wanna see what I’m all about?” and safe to say she gets dicked down like there’s no tomorrow. Throughout the night he also makes fun of her for being all talk in the beginning but cumming so easily, makes her beg for it, will never let her live it down. Next day Utahime’s real pissed she lost her club’s vice chairperson.

My kitty isn’t even purring atp she’s meowing loud and crystal clear. Satoru who’s smug and a big tease in bed is so unbelievably sexy to me

a/n: discussions of incompetent dick game LMAO, oral f! receiving, fingering, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple rounds

OHHHH MY GOD YOURE SO RIGHT ACTUALLY HYACINTH ANON sorry i took so long to get to this sobs. yes yesyes id like to think sorcerer was with them before but left the scene like nanami and never truly kept in touch with the students at tokyo high. id also like to think this happens before the actual series starts (ages 24 - 25) bc gojo might still be honing his technique and theres still that playful banter at that age. god and they have a school reunion and he does some annoying crap dude.... utahime is DEFINITELY debriefing with you after that whole thing. shes by your side the whole night recalling on the stupid shit gojo did as a hs kid, when he collapsed that mansion without putting up the veil. you had to calm her down LMFAO

but at the reunion there was alcohol and you both get hiiiiigh and all things get 18+ almost immediately, talking about how gojo def cant find the clit and he fingers women wrongly and cant make any use of his dick thats probs small 😭😭😭 which is like ... you also have an inkling that he might not be that small because he is .... 2 metres tall but ya never know with how cocky gojo is. and that inkling is gone instantly when u hear him talk cause his voice is so ANNOYING and dripping with cockiness. he also has that certain lilt in his voice that you realise he uses only with you, overly teasing and silky smooth and u hate how you notice that

gojo is fucked up as well, u know he doesnt hold his liqour well but hes sober enough to ask “wanna see what im all about?” and you especially hate how you look around to see where hime is at and when u just catch a glimpse of her heading into the bathroom, youre nodding slowly and you do nooooot know what youre getting urself into !

needless to say, gojo is already getting u so hot and bothered just from a simple kiss. he warped you two back to your apartment (bc he rather die than get found out by megs and tsumiki), which he has been to before !!!!! gods even the tension back then was so palpable but gojo was in a vulnerable place with geto and everything and didnt want to do anything that would hurt his heart more. you two make out for A WHILLLEEEE and if ure wondering if hes alr so good at kissing, what else is he good at ....?

youre proven wrong time and time again when gojo goes striaght for your clit, rubbing slow circles and he has u begging for more, more something just mere rubs. gojo has the gall to lick a stripe up your soaked panties and sucks a little at your clit and god he is LOVING the way all your previous insults about him fall short of your lips and doesnt have the same punch: “still doesnt prove your dick’s b-big—” gojo lips your panties to the side and eats you out. he eats. you. out. to prove a point but also he falls in love with your pussy, slobbering all over it and shit. “didnt tell my your pussy was so good, baby.” “cat got your tongue? do i live up to your standards?”

you realise hes cocky for a reason and that his tongue game is fucking insane. the same goes for his fingers, locking eyes when he first inserts his digits in and your moan is like heaven to gojo bc he likes nothing more than to prove people wrong. and this is the best way to do it !!!! “cum on my tongue, sweetness.” oh YOU DO !!! YOU DOOOOOO

and then you think gojos done with making his statement. nah. youre so fucked out just from oral and hes smirking down at you, bringing your hands to his crotch.

“what?”

“wan’ you to open my pants yourself.”

“so it’s small?”

gojo scoffs with a smile, he already finds himself addicted to you and your taste. “no. just curious to see your surprised face.”

it gets him off every time (even after dating. and cmon dont tell me you WONT be his gf or at least his fwb after this?) you react like that, mouth open and eyes never leaving his exposed cock that he could probably slam it inside.

wee woo and once he starts to fuck you ooohhhhhhggggghhh eveyrthing you say is INCOHERENT. you try to string words together, insults and name calling here and there but it’s always interrupted by moans and whines. “you’re so— mmhfuck— insanely anno— satoru!” its words and words but none of them make sense. youre drunk on his cock. he fucks you in every position imaginable and the first time he wants to pull out bc he isnt an asshole, you're trapping him between your legs and begging him to cum inside, inside, inside WOOOOWWW HE GOES INSANE.

“i’m on the pill, s-satoru! wan’ your cum inside, please, please—”

“you’re driving me fucking c—crazy. i will, i will.”

anyway yeah you guys go multiple rounds and youre rendered speechless at every turn, surprised at yourself that even when youre spent youre sinking down on his cock and riding him yourself right after you both came. everythings sticky and gross and gojos still sensitive but hes hooked on your pussy and lets you do whatever <33

the next morning u wake up caged in his arms and hes saying something annoying again. “wanna make this a regular thing?” and you attempt to reject him, pushing him away and getting up from your bed but youre sore everrywherreeee and he swoops in just as youre about to fall. “dick too good, huh?” you roll your eyes and just let yourself be pampered by him. you spend that next day just making out and being close to each other and u wonder what to tell utahime LMFOAAOAOA

you end up getting a few missed calls after gojo had sent a selfie of you both, blanket covering your naked bodies after doing the obvious and he just chucks ur phone to the side and continues to kiss you LMAOAOAOAO. oh sigh thats such a nice scenario maybe ill write it properly one day

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[tyunzonlystar]

Your sexy professor (K.T.H)

Warnings!!: Breeding, Age gap (22-31), reader is 22, Choking, dom!Taehyun, sub!Reader, Afab!Reader, humiliation? Making out, spit kink, hair pulling, degradation, hickeys/marking, orgasm denial, sir kink, spanking, pussy hitting/slapping, unprotected sex (pls use protection), talk of masturbation, overstimulation, dry humping, oral (F receiving), pet names (good girl, slut, princess, pretty girl, baby, sir, darling, naughty girl, my love, smart girl, honey), multiple orgasms? (2), fingering, slight size kink?? Basically just filth

Summary: You couldn’t stop staring. You know it’s wrong but you can’t help that your sexy professor shows up in those suits where the top is gonna rip from his muscles and the trousers show his print. He knows you’re staring. He likes it. Even he stares at your plush thighs in those short skirts. Word count: 2864

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Everyone called Taehyun "sir" but the way you said it... it was different. It turned him on. Everything you wore, said, did... turned him on. Chewing your pen lids, the way your pen sat between your plush lips, your sexy crop tops, your thigh highs on a cold day, your mini skirts, your acrylic nails,the way you look up at him through your lashes, your soft makeup, the 'hello kitty' tattoo on your abdomen, your cute hairstyles, your decorated notebooks, your perfect handwriting. The way you said "sir", "sir can you help?", "thank you! It makes more sense now!", the way you mumble "what the fuck?" at a question

or even just cursing at classmates.

"OI YOU FUCKING PRICK!" you shout at on of your male classmates

“STOP RUNNING YOU PUSSY!”

Your classmate runs into Taehyuns class and you run in after him and chase him into his seat in the lecture hall.

“Why’d you run? There’s no way you’re scared of me” you laugh

“Y/N you’re a little scary… Like you just chased me into the lecture hall”

“You’re such a scaredy-cat C/N” you say and make your way to your new seat that Taehyun put you in so you’re infront on his desk. You pull out your notebook and pen and lay it on your desk as the room fills up with students. You decide to draw a heart with his initials in and hope he doesn’t notice.. “I mean he wouldn't… right? He has about 100-180 students in that one lecture hall so surely he won't notice” You snap out of your thoughts asoon as he walks in and taps on your desk.

“You’re listening right, Ms L/N?” He asks in his deep voice that you touch yourself to at night with all the recordings you got of him talking.

“Uhm yeah im listening…”

Taehyun  smiles down at you and leans down to your ear

“Good girl”

Your cheeks heat up as you give a small nod and he carries on talking. If you weren't listening before, you definitely weren't now. The only thing running through your mind were his words…

“Good girl” “good girl” “good girl” “good girl”

Once again you’re pulled out of  your thoughts with a tap on your desk causing you to flinch as you look up and your eyes are met with your sexy professor looking at you with a smirk.

“Y/N please stay after class. Count it as a detention for not listening.” He says sternly but only he knew it wasn’t a detention he was gonna give you. So once again you nod your head and start paying attention to what he was saying as your eyes wandered from the board to his broad shoulders, his muscles and obviously his outline…

“I  wonder what he looks like without that shirt on.. Or without any clothes at all.. What does he look like working out?” you think to yourself before copying the person behind you so it looks like you listened. And as you were about to start daydreaming the bell rang. A loud groan fell from your lips, annoyed that in 20 minutes you could be at your dorm in bed doing skincare or even touching yourself but no! Here you are sitting in the now empty classroom with Taehyun standing behind you.  He goes and locks all entries to his classroom so you have a few seconds to fantasize more and he comes back and clears his throat.

“S-sorry sir… How long is my detention?”

“Until I want you to leave so not for a while” He grabs a chair and sits next to you. “Why weren’t you listening to me today Y/N? You always listen. Always the top in my class. You always have the most notes and ask the most questions and even asking for help on harder topics. What’s happened today, hm? Got something or someone on your mind, pretty girl?”

You look down at your skirt and shrug as you sort your thigh highs out. Taehyun grabs you by your chin forcefully and makes you look at him.

“Use your fucking words. I know you’re not dumb.” He smirks

“I-uh.. I was just thinking about what i was gonna do when i uhm get home!” You lie.

“Strike 1 baby. No lies.” He says sternly and pulls you on his lap. “Lie again and i'll kick you from my class” He smiles and places his hands on your hips and grinds you down on him. That immediately made you talk.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I was thinking about you shirtless and what you look like without any clothes on!” you say fastly

“I see…” He smirks and grinds you down harder making you whimper. Taehyun wraps one of his hands around your neck and pulls you in for a messy kiss. His tongue ran against yours and his teeth collided against yours. The kiss was desperate. So desperate. You were clinging onto his tie, grinding down on him as you started chasing your high, salvia was on both of your lips, it was just so desperate and messy. Soon enough you felt your high coming closer and closer and you pulled away from the kiss.

“Close princess?” He said with a smug smile on his face. You whimpered in response as your hips stutter and you let out moans.

“Taehyun! Mmmh… Taehyun- sir! P-please!” You moaned right next to his ear.

“Cum for sir baby”

And with that you came. Just from dry humping him. Wait- his hands weren't slowing you down.. He was making you grind on him harder and faster!

“S-sir! T-too much please!”

“I’m sure I can get another one out of you, hm?” He chuckles.

Once again you were moaning out his name as your second orgasm crashed down on you. Taehyun finally stopped your hips from moving and pulled you by your hair so he could look at your already fucked out face. His thumb tapped your bottom lip and your lips parted. He gathered spit and a sparkly pearl of spit fell from his lips into your mouth.

“Swallow it”

You close your lips and swallow his spit as he smiles at you sweetly.

“Y/N i have some work to do.. So make your way back to your dorm and i'll see you tomorrow sexy girl” He says in a sad tone and he kisses you again.

6:15am

You put on one of your pink skirts that showed off maybe a little too much.. I mean it is just about covering your ass and the top of your thighs. You grab your pink thigh highs with a little white bow on the top and you put on your really cute hello kitty crop top to match the outfit. You then grab a pink jacket and lay it on your bed so you can go and braid 2 little plaits into your hair. Then you go and start doing your skincare routine and then adding some makeup (concealer, mascara, brows, ect.) and of course you have to put on your pretty pink lipgloss. You check the time.

7:30am     

That was just enough time to spray your best smelling body mist all over yourself and doing another outfit check before you left your dorm and took many elevators and stairs to your first class which was sadly not with your sexy professor. It was fine though.  You could just miss that class but you didn’t you went to all your lessons and finally Mr. Kangs class came around so you didn’t eat your lunch just so you could be the first person there. You walk in and you both greet eachother as if nothing happened. After all you couldn't act like you were just last night as everyone would suspect something going on. Some time passed and now he was halfway done with his lecture on whatever subject. You had no clue what was going on, you were daydreaming once again. Surprise surprise.  All it took was two taps on your shoulder and you quickly looked to your side and saw your classmate.

“What?” You say annoyed

“Pay attention.” She said.

“Shut up you freak. All you want is him in your pants for being “such a good girl”” you mock the last part. “He doesn’t want you hun. Sorry to burst your bubble C/N. And if his fine ass doesn’t want you then nobody does so shut the fuck up and leave me alone” You roll your eyes as she looked dumbfounded.

The class ended and she was the first to leave without looking back. Clearly you scared her off your man. Who does she think she is?

“Y/N” Taehyun spoke up.

“What?” You groan

“Excuse you? Who do you think you’re talking to?”

“You clearly. Nobody else is here.”

“L/N drop your attitude or do you need me to fuck it out of you?”

“Shut up, that girl was being an annoying cunt.”

“Firstly, don’t tell me to shut up. Secondly, don't take your anger out on me.”

“Sorry sir..”

“Come here”

You get up from your desk and walk over to him and he pulls you onto his lap. Taehyun cups your face and kisses you passionately. His tongue danced along with yours before he pulled away.

“Bend over love”

You stood up and bent over his desk as he flipped your skirt upwards to get a perfect view of your plump ass. He rubbed the flesh then landed a harsh slap on your ass. Then another. And another. And another until there was a red handprint on your ass. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes but before you knew it your cute panties were around your ankles.

“You’re this wet from just spanking? Slut.” He swipes two fingers along your drenched pussy before getting on his knees and kisses your clit. He sucks harshly on your little bud as you let out a loud whimper. Taehyuns long, thick fingers find your tight hole and he inserts 2 and finger fucks you at a fast past and hits all th sweet spots your fingers could never reach.

“S-sir! Tyun ‘m c-close!”

He hums against your clit and it buzzes throughout your whole body as you clench around his fingers he pulls them out and his lips leave your now swollen bud.

“Tyunnnn why’d you do that?” You pout and turn your head to look at him. He shrugs with that same smirk on his face.

“Such a slut for thinking you just get to cum after speaking to me like that. If you think your cuming at all then please darling think again”

He gets off his knees and flips you around so he could sit you on his desk.

He moves your hair and he kisses your neck and sucks dark purple and red splotchy marks into your skin and with every hickey he makes a high pitched whimper left your throat.

“You’re moaning just from me kissing your neck? Oh honey… You’re dripping on my paperwork…”

Your face flushes in embarrassment as you look away.

“Open.” Taehyun commands so you comply and open your mouth a little as a droplet of his spit plops in your mouth and like a good girl you swallow. Taehyun lifts you up and bends you over his desk again. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his trousers and boxers down. He flips you around and your eyes widen at his length as you look up at him.

“You’re going to fucking break me!”

“Shut up. No I won't. Now be a good girl for sir and undo my top, hm?”

You do as he says and take his tie off and your small hands start fiddling with the buttons on his shirt slowly undoing them one by one as it falls off his shoulders and his chest and abs come on show. Your hands trace his abs and once again your flipped around and bent over as he smears his pre-cum around his length before pushing into you inch by inch.  

“Tyun ‘ts t-too big! W-won’t fit..”

“I'll make it fit princess.”

With one last push he was fully inside you and with no warning he was already gripping at your waist and hips slamming into you at an impossible pace. His hand leaves your waist and he slaps your ass earning a loud moan of his name from you. You grip at his desk to try and stabilize yourself so you don't shoot forward. Taehyuns hand finds your hair and tugs it so you’re looking up at him and he leans down and kisses your forehead as his hand leaves your hair and goes around your neck pulling you up to him. The only sounds were skin slapping, your moans and whimpers, his grunts and his whimpers when it felt way too good. Your back flushed against his chest as he sat down on his chair making you ride him, hand never leaving your neck.

“Sir ‘m gonna c-cum..” you whine as you clench around him.

“Oh i don't think so” He grips your hips and makes your movements stop, your orgasm slowly fading away.

“Whyyyyyy” you whine

He ignores you and starts bouncing you on his cock again but before you can do anything you’ve already came around him. Taehyun obviously isn't happy so he lifts you off his cock and pushes you onto his desk, your chest now pressed against the cold wood.

“You naughty fucking girl.” He says in a husky tone before he hits your pussy then pinches your clit making you moan over and over again.

“Count.” One harsh slap to your pussy.

“O-one”... “Two”... “Hnng t-three”... “Fuck! Four”... “Five”... “S-six!”... “Seven”... “E-eight”...

“Good girl”

If your clit was swollen before then it was to be numb by now.

“And just for this session i'll make you pass your quiz from last week”

“Don’t care ‘bout grades just call me your lady” 

“Y/N…”

“I know i'm young but my mind is well beyond my years”

You pick up your panties and kiss his lips.

“See you tomorrow sir!” you leave his class

You woke up and got ready like normal and went to all your classes impatiently waiting for Taehyuns class. Finally it was his class and you got there 20 minutes early.

“Taehyunnnn” You run up to him and he picks you up.

“I missed you Tyunnie” you pout and kiss him

“I missed you too, my love” he kissed you back

He spun you around in his arms and put you down.

“Go sit down okay? Remember to stay after class” He smiles as he greets other students filling the classroom

“Today we have a quiz!” his voice echoed the lecture hall as everyone groaned and he started handing out the tests. Taehyun walked over to you and placed the quiz on your desk and you grabbed his arm.

“You have a question L/N Y/N?”

“If I pass this quiz will you give me your babies?” You whisper in his ear as he gives you a stern look.

“We’ll talk after class” He says as he walks away and hands out the quiz to the other students.

“Silence from now please! This should take you the whole lesson if you get stuck, I'll come help you. But please don’t waste my time if you don't need it.” He projected as he sat at his desk. You tried your hardest on this quiz just so you could pass and you finished 10 minutes before the end of class so you went up to him and handed him your quiz.

“Finished or need help?”

“Finished…”

“I'll start marking it then” He smiles as you sit back down at your desk slowly falling asleep.

The bell awoke you from your little nap as everyone left once again you stayed.

“Pretty girl”

“Hm?”

Taehyun pats his thigh and you walk over to him and sit down on his thigh.

“You’re such a smart girl.. You passed.”

You smiled at his words as he moved your panties to the side and undone his trousers and pulled them down just so his cock could fall out. He lifts you up and slowly sinks you down onto him. Once he was halfway he slammed your hips down which made a scream of his name fall from your lips.

“Fuckkk.. You wanted m-my babies?I’ll give you my fucking babies yeah?” He groans as you nod eagerly. “Fuck N/N im so close. Cum with sir, yeah?”

You whimper at the nickname and nod your head as you clench around him and cum. After a few more bounces on his cock he painted your gummy walls white as your body went limp in his arms.

“Marked as mine now.”

DO NOT STEAL, COPY, TRANSLATE OR POST ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT GIVING CREDIT!!! feel free to reblog though🌸🌸

Tags: @smutnoullitheorem

[greenorangevioletgrass]

Hi Ava!

I would love love love if you could write a little blurb about Jake 🤠

Maybe something where he's being a little possessive (but in a good way) about his lady and he says "That's my girl" or something along those lines 🥰

Please accept this sexy Glen gift as payment 😂

I hope you're having a lovely day!

EEEEEP! im so stoked for this! i wrote this with my astronaut!reader in mind (fic coming soon 😉) but this can be read as a standalone, general!reader. but listen listen listen

Jake is a possessive guy by nature, but he likes to think he has chilled out more at his age. And instead of getting all territorial every time a guy hits on you when you go out, he has taken to sit back and watch the chaos unravel before him.

Right now, a young Naval officer is talking your ear off at the bar. This is so typical; he can’t go to the bathroom for two minutes without some dumbass trying to win your attention. He wouldn’t blame them, though. Your red lipstick makes him (and all these men) weak in the knees, and that white sundress you’re wearing makes you look angelic—if only they knew you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Your eyes meet as Jake makes his way over, gleaming with mischief, and Jake decides to take the empty seat next to the guy first. Get a load of this, you all but say to him in a single look.

“Yeah, so you know a G-force? Like the accumulation of the force of gravity that we experience in the aircraft is just… insane. We could go anywhere from 5 and 9 G’s— why are you smiling?” The guy smiles at you somewhat nervously.

“No, I just… it’s cute, that’s all.” You sip on your gin and tonic. “I get 12 G’s just going to the station.”

“Pfft! Where do you work, anyway? NASA?”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” you answer lightly, plainly.

His face falls. Jake can’t even see it, but he can see the shoulders drooping and he laughs quietly, tapping this man on the shoulder. His face goes red.

“Commander Seresin! I—”

“Run along, Ensign… Hastings. That’s my girl.” Jake slots his arm around your waist—a territorial lite move.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know…”

“Nice meeting you.” You flash him a smile of formality, effectively ending the conversation with that guy. He awkwardly phase out into the crowd and you’re now left alone together again.

Jake laughs, pulling you in closer by the waist. “You are such a menace, you know that?”

“You love that about me.”

And he does. Gosh, he really does.

[withgreatpowercomesmyfuckingdick]

Hi! Imma do something rare and actually make content, but its 11 at night and i just had a brain worm

for those of you that don’t know, i work at an accounting office. we do taxes. it is tax season. and now im thinking abt how AGSZC does taxes and what their papers are like and im inflicting it on the rest of you even if its gibberish

Angeal: A godsend. Keeps his forms in order and filed properly, calculates everything else himself like a good man. Papers honestly aren’t too bad, maybe 10-12 just because of his career/insurance plus his doubtless donations to charity, but aside from that. straightforward and done at his kitchen table

Genesis: A fucking NIGHTMARE. no doubt pays someone else to do it. and for fucks sake, i know he invests. constantly and consistently and probably in anything he thinks stands the slightest chance against shinra on the market. his 1099-B is a mess and definitely Not Totaled, so his is the bullshit you have to insert one. investment. at. a time. He’s the type that keeps fucking calling too, I can just tell. but, aside from the 1099-B, he’s probably got simple stuff as well. probably several 1099-INTs from several different bank accounts, maybe a couple 1098s floating around from vacation houses or some shit.

Sephiroth: Does his own. In ridiculously early. Makes almost no personal purchases so hardly has anything to pay. I can’t imagine not having a last name or not knowing his birthday doesn’t end up a legal problem somehow, so he likely has to walk directly into a damn tax office to say hey this is me and this is my shit no, someone isn’t stealing my identity. has one singular document and it’s his W-2. Which is. Fucking astronomical. Like, the number doesn’t even look right. His paycheck as a SOLDIER isn’t taxed, so he doesn’t really get much back on his refund. The only first without a healthcare /insurance form because why tf would Sephiroth have healthcare? What’s he gonna do, get sick?

not getting into how doing his own taxes was definitely a fight between him and Hojo at some point and ended up getting hashed out in a board room. Hojo didn’t like him having the autonomy of filing for himself instead of being claimed ad Hojo’s ‘dependent’. Sephiroth deadass threatened to go to court abt it. The President told Hojo to suck it up so they didn’t have to deal with scandal, Hojo wouldn’t tell Seph his birthday to be difficult, and here we are

Zack: Panicking. Late. Doesn’t know if his forms came in the mail, doesn’t know where he put them most of the time. Scrambles around for a fuck ton of receipts, ultimately has to request Shinra send him his shit again. DEFINITELY pays someone else to do it. W-2, 1095-A, 1099-C(s)(he has several debts i can feel it i love him but he screams bad financial decisions), probably some shit for his bike too. He customs it so I can see him listing some parts he buys for it as work expenses. Jokingly puts some money he gave aerith for flowers and what he spent to make her wagon as donations to charity and it actually goes through because the church is still considered a legal entity. Definitely has to pay late fees.

Cloud: Pays Tifa to do it. Filing for both of them is a nightmare cause all their shit burnt in Nibelheim, so once Edge gets right with the WRO they have to do all their paperwork from scratch and get reassigned SSNs. He genuinely has a fuckton of paperwork from doing the Strife Delivery Service. Luckily, only ‘employee’ he has is Tifa, and even then she doesn’t do things regularly aside from pick up the phone. Doesn’t make his business an LLC until he’s literally forced to due to his number of clients and someone trying to sue him for damages. 1099-NEC for TIfa for sure, then once he’s an LLC, some yearly maintenance to keep legal. Mileage and gas expenses go CRAZY on his self employment form, I fucking bet. I bet Cloud’s handwriting is shit tho. Tifa’s at her desk counting up his gains and losses for fucking ages because his fives look too similar to sixes. Eventually she wrangles him into installing some shit on his phone that counts it up, if only to cure her headache. Funnily enough, he does get veteran benefits from what’s left of Shinra’s shit, reparations of sorts, but he doesn’t keep it. All goes to charity, so that ends up in the books too.

alright, that was unnecessarily in depth and way longer than i planned. good night LMAO

[bubuslutty]

40-something Moon Man ROCKS the Dancefloor! (REAL NOT CLICKBAIT!)

pairing: Marc Spector & Female Reader

word count: 4026

warnings: none

summary:

Marc Spector accidentally goes viral on TikTok after his uni student neighbour/friend drags him to the club with her.

a/n: i wrote this in a silly goofy mood and i love marc sooo much <3 Also I used Darling instead of Y/n cuz im funky like that.

“Please, Marc.” Darling begged the 40-something man while he tried to clean his flat.

“No.” Marc answered flatly, wearing a very washed-out and loose t-shirt and a pair of dark blue shorts. His hair, now longer was tied at the back of his head in a tiny man bun.

“Why??? We’ll have so much fun and you need a night out to dislodge the stick up your ass.” Darling groaned and fell on her knees in the kitchen, ready to hold onto his legs and beg if need be. Marc sighed and ignored the 19-year-old teenager on his kitchen floor as he cracked another window open and increased the volume of the radio on the window ledge, BBC Radio 1 playing a Central Cee song in the flat as he picked up stray books, papers, food wrappers, socks and random junk, a bin bag clutched in one hand and a laundry basket clutched in his other arm.

Marc finally got himself to start cleaning his flat, he read that it would help his mental health to live in a cleaner space. That’s why she was over, she was meant to help him clean so it wouldn’t be too overwhelming on his own, and motivate him to get on with cleaning so he finished faster and could escape her non-ending yapping sessions. But now, it seemed like she was more interested in annoying him, which is literally second nature now, a natural reaction she had to him, annoying the shit out of Marc. 

I mean, he could literally kick her out, and scare her enough that she’ll leave him alone for good, he’s done it before, to other people. He’s tried, but she’s Steven’s friend and he can’t do that to him. And he knows deep down he actually enjoys her presence and would kill anyone that hurts her then himself. He cannot lie, the kid had a big heart and was incredibly kind and patient. He was a little jealous that her parents were able to make a girl like that because Marc knew he could never produce that level of goodness into the world. He can never come close. She was too good.

Marc dropped the basket on a chair and the trash bag on top of it, letting out a long sigh and putting his hands on his hips. “Why do you want me to go with you?”

Darling’s miserable puppy eyes immediately vanished and she got up from the floor, walking up to him with a huge grin on her face. “Well, first of all, you’re my friend, and I like hanging out with you.” Marc raised one brow and didn’t say anything.

“I found this club with great music and I really want to try it out,” Darling said shrugging.

“Why don’t you go with your friends? People your own age.” Marc asked, his arms now crossed over his chest. “People from my uni are… I never really enjoyed going out with them, sure, nothing terrible happened cuz we always stuck together but uh-” Darling tried to explain and Marc failed to understand why the hell she wanted him to go with her out of all people.

“I’ll just be in the way if I go with you. And I can always pick you up at the end of the night, you know?” Marc said and Darling frowned in confusion, “In the way of what?” 

Marc almost laughed in disbelief but held it together, “Don’t you want a boyfriend? No one will get close to you if I’m with you.” 

Darling looked unimpressed, “What boyfriend? You mean drunk finance bros with an Andrew Tate mentality? Plus, I don’t do hookups, I have anxiety, mate.” Marc was confused and Darling remembered he wasn’t as chronically online as she was, so he probably had no idea who the abomination of a man was.

“I just want the experience. I just want to dress up and dance all night without men I don’t know breathing down my neck.” Darling explained, picking lint up from her way too big t-shirt with a Pikachu plastered on the front, so she wouldn’t have to look at him in the eyes.

Marc understood and thought about it for a second before picking up the trash bag and walking to the area that was his kitchen and putting it on the floor, next to the bin. “You want me to be your bodyguard?”

Darling’s head snapped up, eyes wide, “No! I mean- Yeah, sure..” 

Marc pondered over the thought and asked, “When?” 

“This Friday.” Darling quickly answered, smiling big and all, excitement radiating off her in waves.

“Alright, but so you know, I don’t dance.” That’s also what Chad from High School Musical said but go off. Darling knew to keep her mouth shut instead of calling him out.

“Thank you. Thank you so much!” She squealed, jumping up and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Alright, enough.” He grumbled even though he was smiling, and ripped her away with his hands on her shoulders. “You won’t regret this,” Darling promised and Marc just nodded, he’ll see about that.

“Now, do me a favour,” Marc said, turning around and picking up two trash bags in his hands. “Take out the trash.” 

Darling groaned and Marc fixed her with a look and her shoulders slumped, taking the bags out of the door to put them downstairs.

🌙

“How do I look? Be honest.” Darling asked, standing in the corridors as Marc locked his door and shoved the keys in his pockets, his black leather jacket held in his other hand.

Marc straightened his back and analysed her outfit from head to toe. She was wearing a sleeveless, backless sparkly blue top paired with jean shorts and white trainers. Simply put, she looked pretty and it surprised Marc a little, he didn’t know she was capable of wearing anything but washed-out old t-shirts with unhinged slogans on them. It was an addiction at this point, she loved buying the weirdest t-shirts she could find on the internet. She even bought him a t-shirt once that said “I lactate”. And swear to God, Marc almost killed her right then and there. It’s still ranked as one of her “biggest Ws” whatever the fuck that meant.

“Not ugly,” Marc answered flatly and Darling grinned, that was Marc’s way of saying she looked nice. 

“And you look great, did Jake pick the clothes?” She asked, looking him over.

“No.” Marc lied and she giggled, because the one who dressed cunty every single time without fail, was Jake, and unfortunately, Marc didn’t possess the level of serve Jake did.

Marc was wearing a black short-sleeved button-up, unbuttoned at the top, where his David’s star necklace glinted against his tan chest, paired with black trousers and black shoes. Simple, clean. His hair was brushed back this time, but still, some curls fell over his forehead no matter how many times he ran his fingers through it.

“Let’s go,” Darling said after checking she had everything she needed in her small handbag.

The two decided to take the underground rather than Jake’s cab because it was faster than being stuck in traffic in central London. It was a bit busy and lots of people looked like they were heading to clubs and pubs for the night, dressed in all sorts of manner. Marc was honestly just looking around and taking everything in, he had never witnessed London’s nightlife like this, maybe saw some things from rooftops while tracking someone, but that didn’t count.

He saw an alarming amount of young men dressed in techs, standing in hoards. And girls wearing matching bodycon dresses. The underground station was hot, extremely loud and stinky. Darling was standing next to him, complaining about the prices that TFL charged. How ridiculously expensive the tube and trains were, even with a student oyster. He just hoped he wouldn’t get a nasty headache by the end of the night.

They hopped on the tube when it came, screeching to a stop, people spilling out of it in crowds. When they got in, they sat across each other as more people sat around them. And if it couldn’t get any louder, a man walked in with a big speaker resting on his shoulder and a cracked iPhone gripped in his other hand. “Bassline Junkie” blasted loudly as he sang along, and soon enough, a group of rowdy teenagers, around Darling’s age, started singing along too. Darling started laughing and Marc watched as the man started approaching them, goading the sitting people to get up and start singing with him. Darling got up and shouted the lyrics at some girls as they sang together. They somehow managed to drag Darling away from her seat, holding each other and singing loudly, multiple phones recording the scene. When they reached their stop, Marc got up and pulled Darling by the hand out of the tube before they missed it.

“BYE!” She shouted over her shoulder, laughing and breathing hard.

Marc let go of her hand and watched her put her hands on her knees, panting and straightening, fixing her hair and looking at Marc with bright eyes, “I’ve never done that before.”

He smiled a little, “Good job.”

“To the club!” Darling pointed in the direction of the gates, pulling Marc by his arm.

When they left the station, Darling let out a shuddering breathing, suddenly feeling very cold in the polluted crisp air of London. Marc noticed and frowned, “Don’t get sick.”

“Wow, thank you, Marc.” Darling rolled her eyes and started walking down the street, Marc following her behind. She turned around, walking backwards, “By the way, I have your jacket so I won’t get sick.”

“I’m not giving you my jacket, dipshit.” Marc said and Darling rolled her eyes, “Yeah, whatever you say.”

They spent 30 minutes trying to figure out where the hell that club was, bickering while following the map on Darling’s phone. At some point, she ended up locking arms with Marc after a rando whistled after her when she walked by and had to physically stop Marc from turning around and bashing the man’s face in.

When they finally reached the club, Darling was so excited and Marc had a hand wrapped around the back of her neck, guiding her through the crowds of people to the bar so they could get a drink in their system first and take in the place. “You’re paying, by the way,” Darling said over the loud music, taking a sip of her cocktail, this drink will probably be her first and last. She didn’t plan on throwing up on the pavement, and she wants to be able to remember tonight.

“You’re the one taking me out, aren’t you supposed to be paying?” Marc asked, leaning in so she could hear him over the music. “I’m paying for kebabs later. 50/50, yeah?” She said and he hummed.

He looked around and noticed how a lot of people were dressed, it faintly reminded him of the early 2000s with twists to fit today’s fashion trends. He could tell that this was the look Darling was going for, then he finally allowed himself to actually hear the music and was surprised when Flo Rida was blasting from the speakers, the floor vibrating under the weight of the bass.

“Come on, let’s dance,” Darling said after she finished her drink and dragged him on the dance floor, drink still in hand. Rihanna was now playing and Marc was a little mortified because he doesn’t remember the last time he danced in a club. Darling gave him encouraging nods while she practised a Just Dance routine without missing a beat as Marc nodded to the music, finishing his drink and trying not to laugh at her and failing miserably.

At some point Darling got rid of his empty glass for him and ran back, almost crashing face-first on his chest if he didn’t catch her. “THAT’S MY SONG!” She shouted over the music and Marc immediately recognised the beat. It was that Usher song that even the aliens from outer space could recognise, the one and only: “Yeah!”. Marc was a little confused because he was sure as hell she wasn’t even born when it came out.

“I WAS BORN TO SERVE CUNT AND SLAY THE CLUB!” She shrieked and Marc knew she must be out of her mind because there’s no way one drink made her say shit like that. He was dragged to the centre of the dance floor and Darling started busting moves he never saw her do, and Marc had to admit, she was a good dancer. But he was a great dancer.

He ran a hand through his curly hair and watched her dance with fire in her eyes. Marc smirked. Alright , if this is how this is going to go, then so be it. He popped another button open from the top of the shirt and rolled his neck, getting his muscles loose, nodding to the beat. Darling watched him as she bounced with the beat and honest to God, Marc started krumping. Krumping in the club.

Darling’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets and she screamed in delight, hyping him up with her whole body, “I knew you could do it!” 

He was good. Really good.  

So good in fact that the people around them started to notice and the space between them got bigger, creating a clear space where they could see Marc and Darling better. Darling didn’t even notice, her eyes glued to Marc who was absolutely destroying the dance floor. She didn’t even notice the phones pulled out to record the scene. And when it looked like Darling was starting to lose against Marc, a random girl squeezed herself through the crowd, handing Darling her drink and started dancing battling Marc. Darling was losing her mind, laughing and having the time of her life. The crowd hyped both the girl and Marc.

Marc was smiling the whole time, his curls moving this and that way, now falling over his eyes, sticking to his forehead. His face was warm and his necklace kept constantly swinging as he ate up every single person who decided to battle him. In between songs, he kept being offered drinks while Darling kept complimenting his skills. She was proud to get him out of his shell and was genuinely so grateful that everything went as planned. But most importantly, she was proud of him.

Hours later, by the time they left the club, the two were walking down the streets, singing together to a Britney Spears song, arms linked and still warm and sweaty. Darling had Marc’s (Well, it was actually Jake’s) leather jacket draped over her shoulders, keeping her shielded from the cold wind. Meanwhile, Marc may as well unbutton his shirt all the way down and take it off because it was sticking to him and a huge, very generous chunk of his chest could be seen, still shining with drying sweat. His hair was a little crazy because no matter what he tried to do, it refused to stay still and he didn’t have anything to hold it with. But that’s alright, he looked very pretty and he had a great time to care about his hair at the moment.

The two made their way to the first kebab place they saw. “What do you want?” She asked, looking at the old and worn menu above the counter, on the wall. “A number 2.” 

“Bossman, let me get two number 2s and two Coke Zero’s.” Darling said and the man nodded, “£22.98, please.” Darling reached for her purse. “I got it,” Marc said, digging in his pocket for notes before she had the chance to protest.

“I was going to pay.” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes, feeling tired.

“You can pay next time.” He said, patting her head.

“You always say that and you never let me.” She complained, leaning her weight against him, cheek squished against his warm arm. “Yeah, yeah.” Marc checked his phone for any notifications and scrolled a bit while waiting for their food to be done. When they got their food, they left the joint because there were literally no seats in there, you just collect your food and leave. Marc held the plastic bag in one hand and wrapped the other around Darling’s shoulder just in case she tripped, she didn’t drink much but she exhausted herself to the bone, and he didn’t want to end up in the ER looking after her.

“Do you want to eat in the tube?” He asked.

“No, I’ll get sick. Aren’t there any chairs anywhere?” She asked.

Marc hummed and looked around, spotting a park? A garden? It was really small and fenced, and in the middle, there was a big statue of a man Marc couldn’t recognise. He walked closer and saw that there was an empty bench inside. Perfect.

They got settled down, Marc unwrapped their food and Darling complained about the cold bench against her thighs. “Sit on the jacket.” He said, opening his Coke and taking a sip.

“But then my back will touch the bench.” She complained and Marc rolled his eyes.

“Just eat your food.” He said and they dug in.

They didn’t speak for a long time, both looking up at the dark sky. There were no stars to be seen due to the city lights, but they could see the moon and the clouds. It was as peaceful as London could get. When they were done, they collected the trash in the plastic bag but didn’t move, still sitting on the bench, looking at the moon together. “Uhm-” Marc spoke and Darling turned to look at him. As soon as she met his eyes, he snapped his mouth shut.

Darling didn’t say anything, just looked at him with an open expression, eyes heavy-lidded due to sleepiness. Marc licked his lower lip and parted his lips to speak but nothing came out. So instead, he opted for squeezing one of her knees in his warm hand, trying to make her understand what he was trying to say with his eyes.

He wanted to say thank you. He wanted to say that he appreciated her taking him out with her. He appreciated her patience and kindness. He appreciated how she never judged him for being himself. How she was brave and strong and didn’t get scared easily. 

And Darling understood.

🌙

It was around 12 in the afternoon the next day when Darling got a text message from one of her uni friends. She frowned in confusion, she usually never received any messages from them during the weekends. She put her spoon in her cereal bowl as she chewed, and paused the YouTube video she was watching on her laptop.

Darling opened the message. It was two messages actually, one of them read, “Is this you?” And the other was a link. 

She suddenly felt scared as her finger hovered over the link, she was sure she had a good digital footprint. I mean, she had profiles where family and friends followed, and she also had separate accounts online where she caused havoc without revealing her identity. And she was sure there was no way anyone she knew in real life could find her accounts and link them to her. She was careful.

Darling opened the link and instead of loading in a browser tab, it opened the TikTok app. Now, what the hell is this?

At first, she didn’t know what she was looking at, but her brain caught on and she felt like screaming. It was a video of the day before, from the club. There she was dancing battling Marc in the middle of the circle. Her jaw was on the floor, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Then she looked at the likes and screamed because why did it have 2M likes?

Her finger pressed the comment section before she could think and was flooded with comments like “This is what I mean when I say I want to go to the club”, “Okay but why did he eat?”, “Where is this??”, “Get this man in a Step Up movie NOW”, “Goo Goo Ga Ga”.

Darling leapt off the bed laughing and scrambled out of her flat, phone in hand. She didn’t even bother to wear slippers and instead ran over next door, Steven’s door, knocking quickly. When the door didn’t open in a millisecond, she turned the doorknob and walked inside without bothering to shut the door properly behind her, “Marc, you have to see this!”

Marc was in bed, shirtless and wearing a pair of loose PJ bottoms, wearing his reading glasses as he read his book. Well, he wasn’t reading it now . He was looking at Darling with an annoyed expression. She ignored it and ran to him, but not without throwing a quick “Hi, Gus” to the tank. She dived knees first on his bed and he sighed, slamming his book shut and placing it on the bedside table.

“What do you want?” 

“Look!” She held her phone in front of his face and he tried to comprehend what he was looking at. Darling saw the moment he realised what it was, he grabbed the phone with both hands, a look of horror plastered on his face. “All of London saw the video. You’re viral, Marc.”

“Delete it.” He said without ripping his eyes from the screen.

“What?” Darling frowned.

“Delete it. Right now.” He repeated.

“It’s not my video. I can’t delete it.” Darling said and Marc dropped the phone in his lap, gathering his head in his hands, groaning. He truly had fun, but he didn’t know how he felt about all of London seeing this video.

Darling picked up her phone again, “I’m going to send it to DuChamp, he’s going to love it.” 

Marc screamed and ripped the phone away from her hands, scaring her. She got scared not because he had taken her phone but because she never heard the man scream before. “Give it back!” She said, trying to grab her phone but Marc didn’t let her. It was a struggle because not only Marc was stronger, way stronger, but he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt so she didn’t have any grip on him, except his shoulders and hair. But she knew if she even thought about pulling his hair he’d throw her out of the window. “I’m going to report the video so it can be taken down.” He said and Darling gasped, “You don’t even know how to do that! You never used TikTok in your life, boomer!” 

“Watch me,” Marc said through gritted teeth as Darling struggled against him, then she somehow managed to wrap her arms around his free arm and threw herself down on the bed, back first and swung her legs up to wrap them around his head, choking him. Marc let out a surprised shout, his eyes sent 500 million invisible daggers to Darling. He threw the phone down on the floor, out of her reach and lifted her off the bed, her legs still wrapped around his neck and she screamed when he flipped them around and slammed her down on the bed, head first, WWE style. 

The two kept wrestling and clawing at each other until Darling ended up in a headlock, Marc squishing her body on the bed with his whole weight, “Help!” She wheezed, clawing at him, trying to get away from him. “Quit it.” He hissed as she tried to kick him with the heel of her foot on his ass.

A cough startled the two out of their fight, both of them looked up and Marc froze.

“What are you…doing?” Layla asked, looking at Marc, then back down at Darling. She had her phone in her hand, and a big Tesco shopping bag in the other. God bless her heart, she brought her disaster of not-technically-divorced husband groceries.

“Oooh, is that the bad bitch you fumbled-”

🌙

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this work is part of the "I'm friends with the moon" series. You can read it as a stand-alone or delve deeper into this AU.

[keanusbabydoll]

//YOURS//

paring: step-dad!johnwick x f!reader

warnings: 18+ content, smut, inappropriate relationship, rough sex, unprotected sex, slight choking, degrading, slight spanking, aftercare, big age gap (reader is 18, john is in his early 40s), sexual harassment, mean!john, mentions alcohol, drinking, swearing, porn with plot, overstimulation

A/N: i literally saw keanu reeves at a concert i was literally in the first row so i HAD to finally write about him. he’s just so fucking hot!!! AND this is my first post, so i’m kinda nervy, also english isn’t my first language so im already apologizing if there are any mistakes.

it’s friday night. and that means one thing. y/n’s mother will leave for vacation with her friends for the weekend. she would lie if she would say she isn’t excited. because she definitely is, as she’ll be alone with her stepfather, john.

oh john. his charming kind, hot trained body, veiny arms and his long raven hair. he’s the most handsome man she’s ever laid her eyes onto. the only thing stopping her from making a move on him is that he’s married to her mother. and that honestly upsets her so much. the way she wants him to fuck her so bad is unholy. the things she imagines about him drive her insane and makes her want him even more.

but practically it’s no use. john’s a loyal guy. he would never dare to betray y/n‘s mother. he’s had a rough past concerning his job and sadly his wife died… all that somehow toughened him up and made him a better person who would never fall again for the cruelty of the world and certainly wouldn’t harm a innocent person ever again. an innocent person like his current wife.

however, sometimes there where situations where he acted differently towards y/n. one time john and y/n attended a wedding of john’s best friend without her mother because she was sick. that day she caught him staring at her body, only dressed in a short black dress, way too long. the way he gripped her waist tightly and pulled her closer to him when he asked her for a dance. even complimented her on how perfect she was looking. she still remembers how good his touch felt on her body, how right it felt. but nothing more than these little things ever happened. and besides that she honestly feels really bad towards her mom. she’s lusting over her own mother’s husband and that’s very deep. the girl actually hates herself for feeling that way but she also can’t just avoid her feelings. it doesn’t work. she tried multiple times to suppress them but her love for her stepdad just grew even more.

anyway, here they are saying their goodbyes to her mom. "bye sweetheart, i love you.” her mother chirps and gives her a peck on the cheek.

"love you more and have fun!” she replies and gives her a last hug.

her mother turns to john and kisses him passionately. as they pull away her stepdad smiles at her mother lovingly. a peng of jealousy shoots through y/n and she turns away, not wanting to face them any longer. "take care darling.”

"i will. you take care of y/n ok? and don’t let her go to that party today, not after what she pulled at the last one.” the woman retorts but whispers the last part making y/n’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"well then, see you on monday.” her mom waves them goodbye and gets into her friends car.

john and the girl wave her until she drives off. she turns to look at him before walking inside the house again. as she goes up the stairs she can hear him lock the door and walking to the living room.

now her time alone with john finally starts. she couldn’t feel more excited and can’t wait to spend that time with him. but before any of that can happen, she’ll go to a party today. her best friend hailey hosts it and practically everyone is there as it’s the end of the semester and all the students just want to party, drink and forget about that hell of a school year.

y/n goes up to her closet and starts to look through her clothes. she definitely wants to dress a little more extra tonight. maybe a cute little top and a short skirt? the girl rummages in the stack of shirts and pulls out a black top with tiny straps, cutout and rhinestones placed all over it. just as she wants to look for a skirt, she hears her phone ring.

the sound of “smells like teen spirit” echoes in the room and she quickly runs over to her bed and grabs her phone.

hailey.

the girl picks up and clamps it between her ear and shoulder.

"hey babe ‘sup.” she happily greets her friend and gets back to her wardrobe.

"hey doll, just wanted to ask if you’d like to come earlier to help me with preparing everything?” the girl on the other line asks.

a smile appears on y/n’s face. "yeah of course, when exactly?”

"i’d say 20 minutes?”

"20 minutes? oh god i still have to pick an outfit and do my makeup!” she exclaims and pulls out the shortest skirt she can find. a blue bleached one, her favorite actually.

“well then, get going! should i pick you up?” hailey says.

"uhm, no. i’ll ask john. he has nothing to do anyway.” she responds while getting dressed.

"perfect. see you in 20.” her best friend chirps before hanging up.

the girl quickly goes over to her dressing table and starts with her makeup.

after 15 minutes she’s done and gets to her closet again. she grabs her favorite purse and puts in all the stuff she’ll need for tonight. finished with that she picks up her phone and makes her way down. y/n spots john sitting in the living room watching a movie.

"hey john.”

his eyes wander up and down her dolled up form and he furrows his eyebrows.

"and where do you thing you’re going dressed like a fucking hooker?” he almost growls and sits up.

her mouth opens at his offensive words. "uhm- i’m not dressed like a hooker? and to hailey’s party. wanted to ask if you could drive me.” she points out as she crosses her arms over her chest.

"you young lady aren’t going anywhere.”

"what?! why not?” she squeals out in anger.

“your mother said no. so you won’t be going.” john reminds her and leans back again, focusing on the tv.

“i thought you were the cool parent, you always let me go out.”

he just gives her a side eye in reply before continuing to stare at the tv.

"ugh! come on john! she’ll never know, i promise i’ll keep my mouth shut.” the girl begs him as she sends him the best puppy eyes she’s got.

"y/n, i said no.” he hisses at her, not bothering to look at her.

"please john! i beg you. everyone’s there!”

"i don’t give a fuck if everyone’s there. you won’t be.” his tone getting harsher and harsher by second.

"what the fuck john. god please, just this one time!” she almost cry’s, not planning to stop on trying to change his mind.

"shut your fucking mouth and go to your room! i don’t want to hear a single word from you anymore tonight.” the man suddenly yells at her, the palm of his hands hitting the couch aggressively.

the girl flinches at his sudden change of behavior and takes a small step back. she looks at him with widened eyes, tears threatening to roll down her cheeks.

y/n hates it when he’s mean towards her, but screaming at her breaks her. he’s never screamed at her like that before, shocking her totally. he’s always been really chill with things like going out or smoking for example. but that action now truly surprises her, hot tears are already prickling in the corner of her eyes.

"what the fuck are you waiting for. i said go to your room.” the man spits and shakes his head disappointingly.

"fuck you john.” she whispers under her breath before quickly vanishing up the stairs.

she throws her door closed with a loud thud and presses her back against it. multiple tears start to stream down her face and she slides down getting into a sitting position. why is he suddenly like that? he’s never been like that before. never.

she wipes her tears forcefully away before reaching into her bag, grabbing her phone.

she calls hailey feeling really bad for her, now that she can’t go to her party. it was really important for hailey that she would come to her party. simply because she’s her best friend. and now that she isn’t fucking allowed to go, she just feels miserable.

"y/n? where are you, i’ve already started with mixing the drinks.” her best friend on the line exclaims.

"hailey… there’s a huge problem.” she mumbles, voice cracked from crying.

"oh no what’s wrong babe, are you crying?”

"yeah cause that fucking dickhead is just so ugh- a dickhead.” she hears a faint chuckle from hailey, making her grin as well.

“so you know that mom’s away for the weekend and that i’m alone with john.”

"yes.”

"well, john doesn’t let me go to your party.” she mutters and wipes her nose.

"oh nooo, what the fuck? i thought he was chill.” hailey points out with a gasp.

"literally. that’s what i thought too. god i don’t know what do to. i really want to come, you know that.”

"hmm, let me think.”

y/n gets up and makes her way to her mirror, checking on her makeup.

"duh, what if you just sneak out and i’ll pick you up then.” her best friend requests.

sneaking out while being alone with john? surely a really really bad idea. he’s already mad at her.

"fuck hailey, i don’t know. i don’t think that this is a good idea, john would kill me after the action earlier.”

"oh my god, fuck him. he’s not your daddy, to just decide that you won’t come to my party. honestly girl.” the girl on the other line snarls.

actually she’s right. who is he to demand her around like some little girl. she’s 18 and can certainly decide for herself. if he’s acting up like that then she can do it too.

"you know what? yeah, fuck him. you can already start driving, i’ll just climb out of the window.” anger washing through her whole body. oh she’s so definitely going to sneak out. he’ll never find out.

"fuck yes girl! that’s what i wanted to hear!” her bestie cheers making her chuckle.

"perfect. i’ll get out now okay?”

"on my way.”

and with that she hangs up the call. she checks her make up one last time before sliding on her black chucks and making her way towards her window. thank god it’s already dark outside, this makes everything just way easier. the girl slowly opens the window, not wanting to make any noise. she raises her right leg and swings it out of the window. with a quick glance down she places her foot on the roof and carefully steps out completely. fortunately, her room is only on the first floor, so the height is not too huge.

y/n kneels down and holds on tight to the edge of the roof. she closes her eyes for a short moment and lets out a sigh before she slowly lowers herself down. hanging on the roof, she swings back as she loosens her grip and lands perfectly on her feet. as soon as she’s down she bends over and hastily runs a few meters away from her house, not wanting to risk anything in case john would look out of the window.

a long sigh of relief escapes her mouth as she stops two houses away from hers.

thank god everything went good and john didn’t notice. a smile spreads across her face as she sees a black mercedes pull up right in front of her.

•••❦•••

almost three hours passed since hailey picked her up and to be honest, she’s not in her best state. in those 3 hours she downed 6 shots and had at least 7 strongly mixed drinks. it definitely had been worse before but her slightly blurred vision tells her that she’s had enough for tonight, especially with being alone with john.

right now she’s sitting on the couch with hailey and a boy called mike. "y/n, i swear your stepdad is so hot! i’d gladly let him fuck out my brains. why don’t you hit on him.” her best friend slurs and sips on her drink.

"god hailey. but fuck yeah i know. you have no idea how hard it is for me to control myself and don’t make anything that i’d regret. i mean he’s married to my mom for fucks sake.”

"yeah but she isn’t home for the weekend.” the girl whispers seductively in her ear and raises her eyebrows.

"but she’s my mom hailey. i could never do that to her.” y/n almost whines out. she wants him so bad but hell, she can’t. she just really can’t.

"you’re so so boring.” hailey points out as she gets up and wobbles right into the mass of drunk people.

the girl sighs out frustratedly and closes her eyes for a second. hell, everything is spinning and her mind is clouded with thoughts of john. how will she even manage to get home? well she definitely could walk home it’s only a 15 minute walk but getting inside her house will be the problem. she’s certainly not able anymore to climb up to her window. that won’t work. and getting in from the front door would be her death sentence as john’s always up until at least 3 am - god knows why?

"hey, wanna go drink something?” the boy next to her suddenly speaks up. her face turns to look at him and she smiles.

"of course.”

mike stands up and holds out his hand, which she hesitatingly takes and gets up as well. they make their way through the crowd and stop in the kitchen where all the alcohol bottles are placed.

"redbull with vodka?” the guy asks and holds up a vodka bottle.

"oh yes please!” she replies, but knowing too well that she should stop drinking right now. her problem is, that she simply can’t say no if someone asks for a drink - bad habit she inherited from her father. but if the night continues like this, they’ll find her blacked out on the middle of the street.

"aaand here you go gorgeous.” mike hands her the drink and smirks at her. she just nods in reply feeling a little uneasy because of his comment.

to her he seems nice but he’s the typical high school playboy, just trying to get in some girls pants. and he’s not her type. way too young. she likes ‘em older, beard and longer hair.

just like john.

"you look really good in that outfit y/n.” he once again speaks up and suddenly she really feels exposed. his eyes wander up and down her body, practically eye-fucking her. y/n’s top is barely covering her tits and her skirt just reaches under the swell of her ass.

"thank you.” she mumbles and tries her best to stay calm.

"how about we go upstairs and you show me how pretty you look without these on?” mike requests making her eyes widen. that crossed the line.

"uhm?! what the fuck no!” she almost yells out in disgust and takes a few steps back, but he follows her.

"oh come on baby, i know you want it.” his hands suddenly grab her hips and pull her closer to him. she tries her best to push him away, but it’s no use. she doesn’t have full control over her body anymore and obviously he’s way stronger than her.

"please stop.” she cry’s out and continues to fight against him.

"no baby, it’s fine. i’ll make you feel good.” the guy whispers in her ear making her cringe even more. his fingers wander up and down her sides and one hand reaches for her upper arm to hold her still.

she turns her head towards the living room, but everyone’s attention is on a girl who just threw up on the entire couch.

"mike please, i don’t want that.” she whispers and closes her eyes.

"oh no, you do want it. come on let’s get you upstairs.” his grip on her upper arm tightens.

"get the fuck off of her.” a yell echoes in the room and the guy is ripped away from her harshly. she opens her eyes again and finds john standing right in front of her. what in gods name is he doing here?!

suddenly all of the attention is on them.

before even realizing it john throws a fist right into mike’s jaw, making him tumble back against the wall, fingers touching the sore spot. some gasps are coming from the living room.

y/n just stands there, leaned against the counter because she can’t manage to stand completely straight without help anymore and she obviously doesn’t want her stepdad to notice. her mouth is agape and her eyes are widened.

"what the fuck dude.” mike whimpers as he presses his eyes together in pain.

"you touched her and she didn’t want it! is this how you treat a woman?” john growls at him, eyes completely dark and filled with anger.

"what do you expect? she looks like a fucking slut.”

bang.

the man lands another fist directly on the same spot.

"john.” y/n gasps out, loud enough for him to hear.

he packs mike right by his collar and pulls him up. "if i see you touching her one more time, i’ll fucking kill you.” the boy looks at him with fearful eyes, nodding his head frantically.

"yes, i’m sorry! i won’t do anything again.” mike cry’s out. john lets go of him, making him sack down on the floor. the black haired man slowly turns around to face y/n.

"and you. we’re going now.” he demands harshly pointing at her.

her head turns to face the living room, all of her friends and strangers are looking at her with widened eyes. embarrassment washes over her whole body and tears form in her eyes again. she’s thankful that john saved her from this awful situation but handling it in that way just makes her hate him. now everyone will be talking about her and how her crazy stepfather beat up mike davis.

"i said now.” his tone even harsher. with a trembling lip she wobbles over to her stepdad, almost tripping over her own her own feet.

john let’s out a growl and grips her waist, effortlessly throwing her over his shoulder. a yelp escapes her mouth as she wriggles around in discomfort as his shoulder presses right into her belly. the man walks through the crowd, everyone taking a few steps back, not wanting to be near him.

they exit the house and walk towards his grey mustang. she hears him open the door before placing her gently down on the floor. "come on, get inside.” hate still dripping from his voice. with shaky legs she throws herself inside the car and immediately leans her head back. she’s feeling so tired, she could sleep in any second.

but that won’t happen. john will give her a lecture now on how reckless and stupid she is.

her eyes open at the sound of john’s door. he starts the engine and drives off.

"y/n, what the fuck have you thought? i mean what crossed your brilliant mind to do something like that? sneaking out to a party even though i forbade you to go there? i’m fucking disappointed.”

silence.

she doesn’t reply, her brain’s not working. everything just hits her now and she can’t comprehend it all.

“i’m curious of what your mom will think about that. as soon as we’re home i’m going to call her, because that behavior won’t go by unpunished.”

her eyes widen. not her mom. he can’t do that. she’ll be grounded forever.

"no john please don’t tell mom, really, i beg you.” her words are a little bit slurred making him look at her.

"hell, you can’t even talk even talk properly.” he growls and drives even faster.

"john, please i’ll do anything please just don’t tell mom. i’ll never be allowed again to go out and you know that.” a whine escapes her throat.

"no y/n, that shit is unbelievable. you act up like a fucking brat and then just think that i’ll let this slide!?” he yells again.

but something about all this triggers her, makes her angry. he put on a show and now she’ll be the talk of the town. now he’s blaming her but if he would have just said yes everything would be fine, her mother would have never found out.

"for fucks sake john! could you please stop that shit, really! you’re making such a big deal out of it. hell, it was just hailey’s party and you guys know her well. nothing happened.”

"nothing happened? are you fucking crazy? if i wouldn’t have been there that idiot would have raped you. honestly girl, think before you open your mouth.” he snarls, stopping the engine before opening his door.

she glances out of the window, seeing her house right in front of her.

hell, why is she so damn stupid. if she would have stayed at home, listened to john, then she wouldn’t be in this fucked up situation right now. a sigh escapes her mouth and she closes her eyes. once again tears start to roll down her cheeks. now everything is ruined, john will tell her mom and then she’ll be grounded forever. perfect. fucking perfect.

the sound of her door opening, rips her out of her thoughts and she looks to her right. john is standing next to her, bowed down and staring at her. he notices her red puffy eyes and her trembling lip. his furious gaze softens a little and he huffs out.

"come on, i’ll get you inside.” voice much softer now. he grips her arms and pulls her out of the car.

she leans against him, eyes heavy and threatening to fall asleep any minute.

"do i have to carry you?” he asks as he closes the car door.

she just nods in reply and looks up at him. her eyes focus on his beautiful lips. oh what she’d do now to kiss him. she’d do everything.

john reaches over her upper back and under her knees, easily lifting her up in bridal style.

"how did you know i was at the party?” she quietly mumbles, eyes on his lips again.

"wanted to check on you, felt sorry for yelling at you. but you weren’t there.” he explains while getting inside of the house.

"oh.” is all she says before snuggling her head against his upper chest.

the man carries her up the stairs, right into her room. john gently sets her down on her bed, kneeling down in front of her. she watches him as he undoes the lace of her shoes, pulling them off her feet. fuck, seeing him knelt down right in front of her, between her thighs, does something to her. she rubs her thighs together, trying her best to gain some friction. this doesn’t go unnoticed by john, but he try’s to ignore it as good as possible.

"get out of those clothes, they’re full of alcohol.” the man demands and pulls her sitting form up. she looks up at him, suddenly feeling completely sober as adrenaline rushes through her veins simply from the thought of getting undressed in front of him.

without breaking eye contact, y/n slowly pulls down her skirt and steps out of it, followed by her top which she simply throws away.

she looks up at him with doe eyes, hands toying with the buttons of his shirt. "are you really going to tell mom?” her voice barely above a whisper.

he sighs out and pinches the bridge of his nose. “no, i won’t. but i can’t leave you unpunished.”

"uhm- john i- there’s something i need to tell you.” she suddenly announces, the influence of alcohol only making her more confident.

she wants him to know.

she can’t continue living peacefully when she has to live under one roof with a man she has a crush on but can’t tell him how she feels. the girl just wants to know if he maybe feels something for her in any sort of way and if not then it would also be alright because then she’d know and could move on easier. and right know she’s confident, still a little drunk and super horny.

"i think i already know doll.” he answers her with an unreadable expression. she furrows her eyebrows in confusion. what does he mean with he knows? her body tenses up as she can feel one of his hands on her waist. she’s speechless, not knowing what to say.

"don’t you think i see the way you look at me, the way you’re behavior changes when you’re around me? baby, you can’t hide anything from me.” her eyes widen, feeling really offended right now.

"and you know what’s the best fucking part of all this?” he smirks at her, leaning down right next to her ear. she just shakes her head, waiting for him to continue.

"hearing you moan out your name every time i pass your room at night.”

“i-john.” she whispers completely shocked and looks up to him again. he chuckles darkly and tightens his grip on her waist.

“you’re such a little slut, pleasuring herself at the thought of her own stepfather. what would your mom think about all this? hm y/n?”

"i-i don’t know.” the girl answers, her eyes fixate on the floor. a chuckle echoes in the room again.

the grip on her waist loosens and he sits down on the edge of her bed. while spreading his legs, he pulls her between them by her wrists.

"bend over my knees.”

her stomach turns at his words and her mouth opens a little.

"what?”

"you heard me y/n. i’m not going to say it again.” impatience is latching from his voice as he pats his thighs.

with a anxious but also excited feeling, she hesitatingly places her right knee on the bed next to his thigh and both hands next to the other one, before slowly lowering herself down.

she turns her head slightly to look at him as she feels both of his hands rubbing over the back of her thighs softly.

"you’ve been a bad girl doll.” he calmly says.

smack.

a loud yelp escapes her mouth at the sudden pain on her ass cheek.

"and bad girls get punished.”

smack.

he lands another hit on the same spot making her cry out.

the man stops when he’s pleased to see his fire red handprints on her ass cheeks.

hot tears stream down her face and soft sobs leave her mouth. but she’d lie if she’d say she isn’t aroused. the wet spot on her panties and the moans that left her mouth betray her.

if he don’t fucks her now any minute she’ll go insane.

"please john.” she squeals out, propping herself up on her knees. he looks at her with darkened eyes, which wander down her almost bare form.

"what do you want. say it.” his fingers slowly wandering over her whole upper body. she leans into his touch and looks at him with a begging expression.

"you. please! i know you want it too. please john.” she whimpers out and grabs his shirt, pulling him closer.

"begging like a good little girl.” her stepdad smirks at her and places his hands once again on her hips, dragging her on his lap.

he chuckles before grabbing her throat with his right hand harshly and smashing his lips on hers. she kisses him back passionately and wraps her arms around his neck.

as she feels his hard bulge press directly on her center she starts to grind down on him trying to gain some friction to ease the unbearable ache in her core.

his hands roam over her whole body, groping her breast harshly eliciting a moan from her. he uses this as advantage and pushes his tongue into her mouth. their tongues fight intensely for dominance which john obviously wins, exploring her whole mouth with his tongue. his hands that were once on her breasts wander down to her hips, guiding her, movements now harsher and faster because of him.

y/n pulls away from the kiss, trying to catch her breath. she throws her head back in ecstasy as her clit rubs against his clothed cock. "fuck john!” she whimpers, her mouth wide agape. he grips her throat once again and manhandles her to her back, making her whine at the loss of friction. the man climbs on top of her, hungrily kissing her again. she moans into the kiss, trying to sign him that she needs more.

she can feel him smirking against her lips as his kisses wander down to her jaw and stopping on her neck. he passionately sucks on her flesh, marking her up for every one to know that she only belongs to him. "please john, i need you.”

"patience.” he only mumbles while licking the purple turning spots. a cry slips past her lips as she presses her eyes together in frustration.

he presses his lips on her collarbone, before finally kissing down to the swell of her breasts. his right hand reaches behind her back and unclips her black lace bra. john sits up and stares at her chest. her cheeks redden up in embarrassment as she shifts around nervously. "fuck i love your tits.” her stepdad almost gasps out and squeezes them again. he bows down and takes one of her hardened nipples into his mouth and harshly sucks on it, earning a squealing sound from y/n. his fingers toy with her other nipple, rolling it and pulling roughly.

"john! i’m serious!” she groans out loudly and buries her face in the duvets. in reply he pulls back with a plop and glances at her lustfully.

"you’re so needy. my favorite little girl.” he smiles and gives her a peck on her lips before kneeling down on the floor. she props herself up on her elbows to watch his every move. his hands grip her ankles and pull her right to the edge of the bed. john grabs her thighs and pulls them apart, settling himself right between them. he throws her legs over his shoulders and looks at her with lust filled eyes.

her breathing gets heavier and heavier, just waiting for him to finally give her what she desires so badly.

without breaking the intense eye contact, john starts to kiss his way up her leg, licking and biting on her soft flesh. he feverishly sucks on both her thighs, putting even more hickeys on her body.

in reply she buckles her hips, trying to get him closer to her most sensitive spot but he doesn’t give her that satisfaction. his lips prep her body every where but on her cunt and she feels like she’s about to go crazy. she can’t explain the way her core aches simply because of the long waiting and the fucking teasing.

he finally lets his fingers wander to the waistband of her black thong, wrapping them around the thin lace. john pulls it down her legs before tossing it on the floor. "please.” is the last sound that echoes in the room before john dips down right into her pink dripping pussy. she lets out a moan in relief, finally being able to feel him on her body.

he drags his tongue up from her hole to her puffy clit, starting to suck on it gently. her hand finds its way to his raven hair, pulling on it tightly while moaning out his name. the man wraps his hands around her thighs pushing them even further open. he kneads the soft flesh and groans out. a gasp leaves her mouth as she feels two of his fingers rubbing circles teasingly around her wet entrance. she cry’s out and pushes his head even further into her cunt, needing to feel even more of him.

he grins against her pussy before easily slipping both of his digits inside of her, both of them humming at the feeling. "fuck, you’re so wet.” he groans as he pulls away to look at her. "just for you daddy- oh fuck!” she almost yells out as he suddenly presses his fingers up directly into her g-spot. he speeds up his movements and drives into her even harsher. y/n arches her back in pure bliss and keeps her eyes tightly shut.

"johnnn! don’t stop!”

he huffs out and once again starts licking on her clit. he skillfully keeps hitting that spot over and over again, watching her closely. the constant stimulation on her clit and the squelching sounds he causes- that bounce off the walls, make her getting closer to her sweet release she’s been craving.

"please, i’m so close!” she whimpers and wriggles around with her hips.

john hums in response, his fingers fucking her even rougher and faster than before, eliciting an almost pornographic moan from y/n. "i’m going to cum daddy.”

the coil in her womb is almost threatening to snap as he suddenly pulls away from her shaking form. she whines out loudly but before she can even say a word or complain, he manhandles her on her stomach. deep and long breaths escape her mouth and she tries to prop herself up on her hands, but john presses a hand to her upper back and pushes her down again.

"stay. i never told you to move.” a scolding whisper leaving his mouth.

y/n lays still and opens her eyes again. they wander to her window right in front of her. she can see john’s reflection as he takes off his shirt. trough the blinding and blurry glass of the window she can’t see him too good, but his well trained body is impossible to not notice. her eyes admire him as he pulls down his pants along with his boxers, making them wander down a little bit. she quietly gasps out and focuses her eyes on his huge cock.

that’s the biggest cock she’s ever seen. her eyes widen even more and she can feel her own juices dripping down her thighs as he wraps his hand around his dick and starts to pump himself.

"please john i need you.“ she winces as she scoots closer to the edge of the bed, wanting to feel him inside her finally.

"arms behind your back.“ he replies, ignoring her request. she quickly obliges and stretches her arms out behind her, left side of her face now fully buried in the sheets.

the sound of metal clicking together makes her squeeze her thighs in excitement and she can feel him tying her wrists together with his belt. he ties it tightly together but not hard enough to hurt her.

he looks at the hot mess right in front of him, barely holding himself back. finally, he leans his thighs against the bed and places his hands on her hips, his cock just inches away from her dripping hole.

"are you ready my little slut?“ he growls, slapping her ass.

"yes, p-please just fuck me already.“ she whines out, completely frustrated by now.

"that’s what i wanted to hear.“ he whispers in her ear before forcefully slamming his whole length inside of her. her pussy is so slippery with her wetness, that his cock slipped in with ease.

a yell escapes her mouth at being ripped open that harshly. she hears him groan out shamelessly as well as his dick finally gets to feel her warm velvety walls clenching around him so desperately. “you’re so tight baby.”

he waits for a second before he starts to pound her in a brutal pace. his hands grip her hips tighter as he leans his head back continuing his harsh fast thrusts. he can't contain himself, but throws rough slaps to her round ass, loving the sounds he elicits from her. loud and hitched moans leave her swollen lips and her hips wriggle a little in discomfort. not being able to move her hands, back painfully arched and his unmerciful pounding is too much for her. and the intense smell of sex makes her almost dizzy

"fuck john, slow down!“ she whimpers eyes pressed tightly together.

he lets out a growl and grabs her wrists where they are connected and pulls her up, never stopping with his thrusts. the new angle makes his tip hammering exactly on her special spongy spot, jolts of pleasure are cursing through her whole body.

she cry’s out and leans her head against his chest.

"you are going to take it like the good little whore you are. you hear me?“ john hisses, making her nod frantically.

"that’s what you wanted, right? that’s what you’ve been begging for like a slut.“ the man continues as one of his hands suddenly wanders around her body to rub fast and harsh circles on her clit.

pornographic moans echo in the room and tears stream down her redden cheeks due the intense feeling she’s experiencing right now.

"answer me.“

"yes- fuck, i- i wanted it.“ stumbling over her own words, she tries her best to answer him.

"good girl.“ he whispers again as he pushes her down again.

his thrusts are getting faster and harsher by minute and her moans are getting louder. the stinging pain of his cock stretching her, long gone. the only thing she’s feeling right now is his cock pressing against her g-spot and the toe curling pleasure from rubbing her clit, the knot in her womb is starting to form again. the squelching sounds of her pussy and her sweet pitched moans that rattle against the walls drive john insane, his dick pulsating even more. john throws his head back in pleasure, just adoring the feeling of her velvety walls and his wife now long forgotten. everything he can think about right now is his stepdaughter and how good she’s making him feel.

"john i’m close!“

in reply he just slams into her deeper. y/n can feel his thrust getting more erratic and sloppier.

"cum princess.“ he groans out as he pulls her up by her hair again, pressing his chest tightly against her back, one hand on her breast, the other continues to abuse her poor clit.

"please come inside me daddy.“ she whimpers out. that’s enough for john to hear to completely loose it.

y/n feels his cock twitching before his seed starts to shoot up into her womb, paint her pink walls and filling her to the brim. one last rub on her clit and a few more thrusts from his hips, send the girl straight over the edge, releasing all over his big cock. her body goes limp, making john tighten his grip on her.

John slowly pulls out of her, making both of them groan out at the loss. he gently lays her down before releasing his grip from her. with her face buried in the sheets, y/n breaths out fast, trying to recover from the after waves of her orgasm that still curse through her body. she can feel him shift on the bed, crawling up next to her. the man frees her from his belt and throws it on he floor before he gets up to the headboard of the bed, leaning his back against it. his eyes wander to her fucked out form and his soft dick starts to harden once more. he needs to feel her walls wrapped around him again, already addicted to the sweet feeling. with a sigh he sits up properly and slightly clears his throat.

"come here baby."

y/n hums out lowly and props herself up on her hands. she looks at him with worn out eyes, but nevertheless there’s still a sparkle of lust in them.

she crawls up to him so that she’s directly in front of him, still on her hands and knees. his thighs are trapped between her knees and she comes even closer, her face almost touching his.

a smirk spreads across his face and his hand reaches out for a strand of her hair which is hanging in her face and brushes it behind her ear, admiring the beautiful girl in front of him. "you’re fucking sexy, you know that?” he whispers.

a blush creeps to her cheeks and she looks away with a giddy smile. john huffs out and places his hands on her rip cage, pulling her further to him so that she’s directly hovering over his rock hard dick.

he slowly pushes her down until she can feel his tip directly at her entrance. she breathes out before she lowers herself down, taking in his whole length. a whine falls from her lips as his dick presses deliciously against her overstimulated g-spot. john groans out as well and closes his eyes for a second, hands wandering down to her waist. she focus on his beautiful lips, just wanting to kiss him badly.

as john opens his eyes again he comes closer to her face and she finally smashes her lips on his. the kiss is passionate and possessive, making her wrap her arms around his neck.

slowly she begins to bounce on his cock up and down, whimpering at the sensation. sparks of pleasure wash through her and she feels like her whole body is on fire. john’s hands now grip her waist tighter and start to control your movements, making them faster and rougher. she has to pull away from his lips to catch her breath and throws back your head.

"ah john, you’re fucking me so good.” a whimper rattles against the walls and the sound of skin slapping together makes this even better.

he lets out an answering groan and pulls her down on his cock harsher, feeling his orgasm build up again. the girl’s stepdad watches her closely, his eyes never leaving her form, as his thumb starts to rub small circles on her sensitive nub.

“you’re fucking perfect y/n. i could fuck you all day long.” he drawls in pure bliss.

in reply she just moans out and rocks her hips harder against him. his head suddenly surges forward and he aggressively captures one of her nipples into his mouth, pulling and biting it feverishly. “oh my god johnnn!” waves of pleasure stream through her whole body and she can feel the tingling sensation in her abdomen already growing again.

“please harder john, i’m close.”

he doesn’t need to hear that twice before he props up his legs and starts to rut into her in an harsh way. y/n’s mouth opens and her eyes shut tightly. her hands hold onto his shoulders tightly for support and erotic sounds leave her lips.

john grits his teeth and fucks into her as fast as possible, his thumb circling her clit rougher.

"i’m cumming princess.”

“oh fuck, me too! don’t stop.” she manages to splutter out before she can feel her orgasm crashing through her body. a scream escapes her lungs as she cums undone, releasing all over his cock and her forehead falls down against his shoulder.

her orgasm triggers john own’s and he spurts his seed again deep inside of her. he thrusts his hips up a few more times before stopping completely, letting both of them calm down. john lets his head sink into the crook of her neck, breathing loudly against her.

after a few minutes of comfortable, relaxing silence and heavy breathing john looks up to her, admiring her once again. his thumb and pointer finger grab her gin to make her look at him. “i love you y/n.” he says, voice just above a whisper.

a blush creeps to her cheeks and her eyes widen in joy. “i love you too.”

“come on, i’ll get you something to clean you up.” he mumbles while lifting up her body to pull out his already softened dick.

a quiet whine slips past her lips and she sits down next to him. she watches him as he gets up and walks out of the room, probably to the bathroom.

the girl shifts around on the bed and lays down on her back, sighing out loudly. she can’t belief what just happened. her biggest desire came true, she finally got what she craved for so long. and it turned out that john feels the same.

a huge smile is plastered on her face. she couldn’t be any happier right now.

the sound of john’s footsteps rip her out of her thoughts and she glances over to him. he has a wet cloth in his hands and crawls up to her, settling in between her thighs. he carefully wipes the cloth up and down her worn out pussy.

when he’s finished he throws it away and lays down next to her, pulling her into his warm embrace. in reply she snuggles in closer to him and wraps her arms around his body. john looks at her with love filled eyes and leans down to give her one more kiss.

"my dirty little girl.” he whispers, making y/n chuckle out.

"i’m tired john.” she mumbles out and buries her face in the crook of his neck.

“i know baby, go to sleep.” john slight turns his upper body to shut down the light that is placed on his bed side table.

“good night john.” her voice already sleepy.

“good night princess.” he replies, pressing one last kiss to her forehead before pulling her closer to him.

[earthry]

Hellooo love I hope you have a nice day/or night Can i ask for papas x reader with soulmate matching marks?

Also I want you to know I really love your short fics and they give me comfort (maybe Im weird, but your angst is my favourite thing to read)

Aw thank you! I’m very glad to hear they give you comfort! <3 I hope you don't mind the angst I gave this prompt eheheh! They're all happy endings though, I promise.

Warnings: sfw, hurt/comfort, angst, subjects of coma & hospital, happy endings for all regardless

Primo

Knew the two of you were soulmates from the first day he met you, but has never said anything because you deserve someone else, not someone as old and worn out and tired like him.

He’s not strong enough to not get to know you and talk to you and make you laugh though. He never plans on letting you know that he’s your soulmate, and has accepted that one day you will fall in love and leave his side and he will have to let you go. Jokes on him though, all that time spent together because he couldn’t bear being away from you only served to make you fall deeper and deeper in love with him.

You loved how patient and knowledgeable he was, how his age has mellowed him and retirement has allowed him to pursue his interests. You often find your feet moving on their own to the gardens, and it never feels like a complete day without getting to see or talk to him at least once. It doesn’t help that he uses pet names and calls you things like dear and treasure and sweetheart in his mother tongue.

A year later finds you secretly wishing he could be your soulmate, but knowing he isn’t because he would have told you if you were; he’s seen your soulmate mark countless times. But through some accident or perhaps a moment of fate, you get a glimpse of Primo’s soulmate mark without him realizing and— that’s your mark. Your soulmate mark on Primo. The same exact one he sees on you every single day you see each other and you’ve never felt more hurt. The knowledge that he never spoke up or claimed you as his was heart wrenching.

Of course, you assume that he just didn’t want you. What else could it be? No, the only explanation there can be is that he simply does not want you. You know him well enough to know that if he didn’t like you he wouldn’t keep you around. But you also know that he likes you good enough as a friend but you will never be enough to be a partner, a lover, soulmate.

You fall apart and Primo’s never felt guiltier in his life, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever forgive himself. He tries to hold you in his arms in comfort but you pull away with a sob. You plead him to tell you what it is that makes you so unloveable and unwanted and he can hardly bear it.

The truth comes spilling out and he begs you to listen, begs you to believe him when he says that he does want you, he’d love nothing more than to have you as his and his forever. It’s his fault, his own insecurities and reservations about himself that caused this. And when you finally let him pull you into his arms, he holds you oh so tightly. Tells you he loves you without requisite, whispers that he’s never letting go, that the two of you will figure this out.

He takes you back to his rooms after you’ve calmed— runs you a bath with essential oils and salts and helps you wash your hair. He presses light kisses to your skin as he goes, often making you giggle at the sensation. Each laugh he coaxes from you makes his heart lighter. Afterwards, he bundles you up in a fluffy white towel and insists you wear his clothing to bed. There’s a possessive look on his face when you come out wearing only his shirt and he can’t help but sweep you into a hungry kiss. When you’re both sated, you settle into bed together and he holds you against him. You fall asleep to soft kisses and whispers of love and reassurance. He promises he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to make up for the pain he caused you.

Secondo

You knew that the two of you were soulmates before he did. You also knew that he didn’t want a soulmate. It was common knowledge, really. Grass is green, the sky is blue, and Secondo does not want a soulmate.

Even if you knew he would never want you, you still wanted to be in his life as much as you could. As much as you were allowed. It starts small, bringing him cups of coffee exactly how he likes them, asking if he needs help with his work, a few passing comments on a book he’s reading that evolves to conversation.

Soon your presence in his life becomes something natural and you tell yourself it’s enough. And in a way it is, being able to see him each day, make him chuckle at something funny you said, coaxing a smile and pleased look on his face when you bring him food during a particularly long work or reading binge.

It still doesn’t change the fact that seeing him bed countless others shatters you almost each and every time. Each morning you visit and there’s hickies on his neck barely covered by his papal pain, a satisfied aura around him as he goes about his day. You feel your heart crack.

Your constant vigil by his side is an anomaly to him; he’s never had someone like you stay by his side this long. Especially not for the man behind the paint. At first you were simply a tolerable pretty face that he accepted into his orbit but soon you because so much more.

You weren’t just another sister, brother, sibling-in-sin anymore. You became the smile he looked forwards to greeting each morning, the voice that caressed that bitter hurt wound around his heart, the face he saw in his dreams. Secondo didn’t realize he was falling in love with you, but as surely as the moon shines, he was already lost on you.

Secondo finds out that you are his soulmate through an accident. Something happens and he rushes you to the abby’s infirmary, his heart pounding and scared out of his mind for your safety. He doesn’t mean to see you in such a state of undress while the nurses have to cut around your clothing to get to your wound, but he does and that’s when he sees it— his soulmate mark on you. It hits him hard, the sudden knowledge that you’re soulmates and you must have known, and now that he knows he can’t do anything about it because you’re laying so, so still in that bed. He’s not even upset at you for not telling him; he just wants you to be okay. He needs you to be okay.

You don’t wake up and he has you transferred to the best hospital in reach, where you’ll have the best treatment and the best chance. The hospital bills are insanely expensive but he puts his card down on your expenses and orders them to continue charging any needed cost for you to the card. He would give you everything, give you anything to have you be okay.

Secondo becomes a permanent fixture in your hospital room, and for the first few days he sits there gloomily not doing much except for wallowing in his guilt and grief. He regrets openly announcing that he doesn’t want a soulmate, regrets boasting that he doesn’t really think they’re anything special. He wishes he could take it all back.

Sometimes he can’t help but reach over to feel your weak pulse to remind himself you’re still alive, can’t help but gently, so gently tracing his soulmate mark etched into your skin. A week passes and you haven’t woken but just as Secondo begins to despair, you finally wake.

As much as he hates showing emotion, he cries. He holds you so close to him, as close as he can without aggravating your wounds. He kisses your palms, rests his forehead against the back of your hand and pleads with you to believe him when he says he loves you and that he was a fool to think he’d never want a soulmate. You feel skeptical at first but time after time as he will show you just how much he means it.

He takes you home when you are well enough to be discharged from the hospital and you find yourself in a luxurious house you’ve never seen before. You look at Secondo questioningly and he explains that he isn’t required to live at the Abby or be involved as much since he’s retired. Now that he has you, he’s ready to settle down. You look at him, and then you look around the huge house in a very nice area with a beautiful yard that must be very expensive to maintain. It has at least three stories and when you glance out the window to the backyard, it stretches on and on. You turn back to the love of your life with large eyes and go: “wait what.” “Welcome to our new home, amore mio.”

Terzo

The first time you meet Terzo you accidentally mace the poor fool because he sees your mark from afar and realizes the two of you are soulmates and in his exuberance and relief and joy that he actually had a soulmate, that there’s someone for him, he flings himself at you in a whirlwind of hugs and kisses and then you mace him and he cries and you cry— anyways some people intervene and you find out he’s actually not a creep, he’s your soulmate and very bad at self control. Despite the rocky beginning, you find yourself enamored with his charm and clumsiness.

He's such a romantic, wants to do all the 'How Well Do You Know Your Soulmate' quizzes together. He loves cooking your favorite dishes for you and planning dates and treating you to expensive nice things.

You do learn a little bit about his reputation around the ministry, plus there's always the occasional jealous sibling-in-sin that gossips to you about what a playboy, what a womanizer Terzo is. How he can't commit, how he's good in bed but not worth sticking around for (those last ones get you really upset on his behalf), but you decide to ignore them and to let his own actions and words speak for themselves. He's already shown you that he's a thoughtful person-- he listens to you and has a silly sense of humor. He's not very coordinated and often gets into little accidents, but you're always there to kiss each scrap and bruise better. You realize that you're falling in love with him one night when you're both cooking in his kitchen and he is singing to the radio and dancing goofy to make you laugh (though the laugh turns into concern when he slips and half the ingredients in the bowl he was holding go flying across the room-- regardless it's one of your favorite memories.)

Terzo is already half in love with you after your first meeting and he makes it a mission to do anything and everything he can to convince you he is the perfect soulmate. Because he wants you to stay-- needs you to stay. If he's not perfect, if he isn't everything you've ever wanted, why would you stay? Why would anyone stay for him?

It starts becoming a issue when Terzo begins to get flustered and upset with himself when things on dates go wrong; sometimes it's natural and cannot be helped, like a rainy day or crowded restaurant, but you can still tell from the look on his face that he's beating himself up over it.

He doesn't have much work to do at the abby now that he's retired so he dotes on you as much as he can. He hovers and sticks so close to you all the time that eventually you get a little frustrated and ask for some space.

That night when you retreat to your shared bedroom, you find Terzo curled up in bed, eyes red and puffy, papal paint smeared and runny. He tries to hide his distress from you but you're not having it and eventually it all comes out and he sobs in your arms as you hold him in your lap, murmuring in gentle tones promising that he is enough, promising him you love him and you're not going anywhere. It doesn't immediately heal all the hurt that's been festering all these years, all the shame and self-hatred that he's carried on his shoulders all this time-- but it's a start.

Copia

Sighs. We know where this one is going already, in case you haven’t guessed. You two grew up together. Yup, you’re childhood friends again.

You’ve known each other since you were like 7 years old when Copia was being bullied by some kids for being the ‘weird rat kid’ and you bullied them back and scared them off because at that age you were a little bit of a hellion with a big attitude. The other kids were kind of scared of you too. Even though he also found you scary, Copia ended up following you around after that and you guys have been close since.

He used to hold your hand when you were kids cause it made him feel safer and also so he wouldn’t get lost around the big Abby halls, and it kind of ended up carrying over to when you two got older. It just came naturally and you didn’t mind and if anyone commented or said anything a quick glare from you had them shutting up real quick. Your reputation for being scary had not changed much since you were a kid, if anything it got even worse because you could pull nasty pranks for revenge. People learned not to be mean or rude to Copia at all because you’re a menace and would make their lives literally unbearable if you found out they made him upset or something.

When you were both 15, it was two in the morning and the two of you sneaked out to hit up a 24 hour fast food joint together— with scrapped knuckles from your last scuffle, grass-stained jeans and blinding neon lights illuminating your face as you very gracefully (which is to say not graceful at all) scarfed down your greasy burger, how could he not kiss you? How could he not tell you he loves you? You’re more than enthusiastic to kiss him back, to tell him you love him too and would kill a man for him (to which he very weakly replies ‘please don’t’ and you shrug and he looks very very worried until you give him a kiss to his temple and tell him you’re joking)(kind of).

As you neared the age of eighteen when you would develop your soulmates marks, Copia got anxious. While you were absolutely certain the two of you would be soulmates, Copia had his fears. He wasn’t sure what he would do if you weren’t his soulmate— the idea of having to spend his life and be with someone else for the rest of his life was nauseating. The idea that the one person who’s always been there for him, who knows him better than himself, who stands up for him even to his own mother, the idea that you aren’t his soulmate— that keeps him up at night.

Your birthdays are two months apart, and you get your soulmate mark first because you're older. It's beautiful and you show it off to Copia who admires it and caresses it. He tells you it suits you well, and that he loves it. You tell him good, because he will be getting the same one, and his smile falters (Because what if he doesn't? What if he doesn't get to be yours?) and you ask him what's wrong. "What if... what if we aren't soulmates?" You scoff and tell him that that's impossible and he goes quiet and nods. Sometimes you hate yourself for being so blunt; so insensitive sometimes, because a week later he disappears.

You're frantic when you realize he's missing-- you tear the abby apart, asking everyone and anyone who will listen if they've seen him. Eventually you go to his mother and she tells you not to worry about him. She tells you to just forget about him actually, it's not like the two of you will end up being soulmates afterall-- and that's when you realize the culprit of Copia's doubts. The whispering rat that has been on his shoulder fostering doubt and insecurities that you don't love him like he loves you, that he'll never be yours. You should have known she'd do something like this-- she never did like you in the first place. You snarl and demand to know where he is but she doesn't look threatened-- she simply repeats her words and leaves you to seethe in an empty room, heart aching for your other half.

It's only when you threaten to tell the whole ministry that Copia is Papa Nihil's son that she gives in-- she can't risk that knowledge coming out so soon, so she reluctantly gives you the address.

It's a small hotel, and you are too jittery to wait for the elevator, instead running up 7 flights of stairs to get to his room. You let yourself in with the keycard his mother gave you and run into the room and there's--

Copia. So small and lost and curled up in such a big hotel bed. Dressed in his red tracksuit he loves to wear so much 'because it's super cozy and soft', eyes bloodshot and surprised when his head shoots up to look at you. Your name is a hushed whisper that leaves his lips, and you can swear you almost hear relief.

"Tesoro, what are you doing here?" "I'm here to bring your dumbass back, is what I'm doing." He splutters a little and you crowd him on the bed. His cheeks flush and he stutters as he asks what you're doing and you tell him you're making sure he can't run away again.

That night, you hold him tight in that hotel room and tell him that you're not going anywhere. Even if the two of you weren't soulmates in the end, you still weren't going anywhere. You kiss his temple and make him a promise you're never leaving his side. You remind him of that promise you made to each other when you were five, that you would always be there to protect him. Because you can't do that if you're not by his side, after all.

And on his eighteen birthday, you're holding his hand as he nervously watches the clock countdown and when midnight strikes and a soulmark identical to yours spreads across his skin, the smile his eyes make will forever be your favorite memory.

[romana-after-dark]

Room's on Fire: Exile

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader

Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader

Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist

Spotify playlist

Summery: The cracks start showing

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Extra warnings for chapter: Some gore.... i think that's it? Pretty standard terribleness.

4.8k words

a/n: shorted song quote in a while lol This goes out to Alicia who always is drawing parallels between characters. Even if I didn't do it on purpose tee hee

a/n 2: please take note of my update on my writing here

"Second, third, and hundredth chances, balancing on breaking branches, Those eyes add insult to injury. I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending." ~Exile, Taylor Swift Ft. Bon Iver

When you wake up, you see Jonah’s head on the pillow next to you, bloody and nose caved in, eye bulging but looking directly at you. You feel hands around your waist.

You scream.

*

When Frankie and Will finally calm you down, you were coming down from another attack, his arms around your body rightly like the day in the meadow, Will’s hands on your face even though Frankie said you didn’t need that right now. 

“He’s dead.” Santi’s voice breaks your frozen state, making you jolt and turn to the right where he stood. His arms were crossed, as were his legs as he leaned against the desk.

Frankie felt your gasping chest again. “Santi, not now.”

The changes in Frankie recently were obvious… there was something different in his eyes. You found yourself clinging to him after every new disaster, his face being the guidance you need in these trying times… Until this morning when you woke up beside him, In Ben’s arms, and instead of his face you saw Jonah.

“No…” You whisper. “No he can’t be dead.” Your eyes begin to well up with tears again at the though of him being gone. He can’t be dead, you need him, you need him still. “He can’t… he can’t leave me…” Your face is already turned to the floor where you sat, but you can sense Pope’s displeasured face.

“What are you talk about?”

Angered, you shout, surprising everyone. “HE CAN”T LEAVE ME! I NEED HIM!” Your legs kick a bit like you are throwing a tantrum, but you simply can’t control your feelings.

Pope’s short legs stride over despite a warning call from Will still knelt near you. He ignores it. “Were you fucking him?”

“NO!”

Frankie’s grasp on you grows tight again, trying to prevent another melt down. 

Pope bends over. “WHY WERE YOU GOING TO MEET HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT DRESSED LIKE THIS!” He grabs your nightgown roughly, the material yanking on your still pain skin and you scream. 

“SANTI KNOCK IT OFF!” Will shoves him out of the way, giving his husband a stern look.

You begin to rock yourself, gritting teeth as you reply. “Because other clothes hurt my skin now, SANTIAGO!” You shout his real name, the sound foreign on your lips… the room lay silent as you watched the realization that you have forgone the honorific, something that might have pleased everyone in the early days… But this was not the blissful first month of your marriage. This was not a time where he wanted you comfortable, where there was an illusion that the 5 of you could leave peacefully, you as their center, not tearing each other apart with the 5 of you fighting for affection of each other. You swear you can see him put his mask on.

 Face softening, you flinch when he kneels down beside you, cupping your face in his hands with a soft smile. You are reminded of the day you met him, the day he told you that you were perfect. 

‘From now on, as long as you are what we need you to be, whatever you need, you’ll have.’

You were everything he needed you to be. You carried the savior. That was the condition, wasn’t it? Get pregnant? But the goalpost had been moved now. Remembering the burning, you think his threat

‘If that baby comes out with blonde hair, we’re going to have a problem.’ 

How could this be the same man? How could the man who seconds ago screamed at your and pulled at your sensitive skin be the same who gently knelt beside you, holding your face like he did in your first kiss.

“It’s going to be okay, love. You’re safe now, no harm will come to you. I will protect you.”

But it was different now. You realize he never protected you. Ever. Will killed Jonah for you. Will took the bullet for you. Will bathed you and healed you and massaged you. Santiago didn’t do shit.

But your body hurt, your skin aching in a reminder of what he could do to you. So you nod, tears filling your eyes. “Thank you, my husband. I just… I wish to sleep now. I’m tired.”

Seemingly buying it, he stands. “Frank, leave her be.” The gestures to the others to leave.

“Oh, uh… can Francisco stay?” You begin to sit up, off of him.

He narrowed his eyes. “I supposed. Just until you fall asleep. He’s needing to bless the water.”

Iris would have to clean the kitchen of Jonah’s blood… a cleaning ritual would have to take place with the water. Jonah couldn’t be burned alive, which is good because you doubted Iris would dance as he did. You couldn’t bear it if whatver you did to tempt Jonah resulted in her death too.

Getting into bed, Francisco goes to take his usual place in your arms, but you pull back when he reached for you.

“Sorry, sorry…” You are quick with an apology when his face crumbles. “I just… I need company. Not touch.”

He nods, looking guilty as he climbs under the blankets. “I’m so, so sorry Madonna… I never thought Jonah could do this… never thought he was the kind to… to…”

But you shake your head. “I don’t wanna talk about this, Francisco.” But after a beat, still, you ask. “Was that you that held me last night? You and Rey… you smell the same.”

“It was me. I don’t… I don’t think any of the guards should be touching you after this. Especially Rey.” You agree. Despite not wanting touch, you reach out your hand. You fall asleep to him rubbing his thumb over the top, feeling the mangled skin.

*

“Benjamin…” Frankie holds his lover, one leg hitched up against the pants Ben was trying to pull down. Francisco was always bottomless, his pants stripped away the moment they made it into Ben’s room. “Benjamin we can’t do this… she needs us…”

“We’ll be quick.” Shucking off his pants with little kicks of his leg that make Frankie smile against the younger man’s skin, Ben grips Frankie’s broad shoulders, wraps his legs around his thighs and forces them both to roll over. Francisco is always considerably impressed by his strength, always finds it hard to reconcile him with the starving boy that was found so long ago. Ben rasps, ordering Frankie where he wanted to go with such dominance, such self assuredness… “Ride me”

Guilt tightens his chest when he thinks about Madonna, how sometimes he wishes she’d take charge more… but then he remembers what the pay off is. Unlike Santi, he doesn’t have to worry about you hurting him. Unlike Ben, he knows you aren’t fucking the entire community.

His thoughts of you are pushed back when he sinks down on Ben’s cock, the long member driving right up to his prostate when Frankie’s ass hits Ben’s firm thighs. He was so different now, so capable, so strong… He wasn’t like this when he was young. No, back then, he needed Will for everything, refused to leave his side for a while… Frankie wasn’t sure who it was that found the Millers, but Jonah brought them into the mansion during a blizzard, said he found the orphans in a shitty lean-to that had caved in. The ruckous of Jonah's billowing entry has drawn Santi and Frankie downstairs where Beatriz was telling him they couldn’t stay. Jonah insisted that he’d take them to the boys dormitory in the morning, but that it was too cold to go outside again.

Will has frostbite from giving his warm clothes to Ben in hopes he’d survive. Ben was emaciated. They never did find out what was wrong with him as a child, why he was so much thinner than Will who’d give him so much more of the rare food… but even after becoming permanent members of the Garcia family, for years Ben didn’t put on weight. Then in his teens, he beefed up and became who everyone knows him as now.

“Just like that… fuck, fuck thats good Frankie…” Ben praised him, so vocal as he always was, feeding him what he needed in these moments. Frankie was aware his body was different than how the others looked, that the weight in his 30’s packed on more around his stomach, but he when he was with you, when he was with Ben, hell even when he was with Santi and Will he didn’t care. The validation he got from feeling needed, feeling desired was enough for him.

Ben thrust up into him, making Frankie cry out louder than he should, and Ben yanked him down to his level to swollow his sounds of pleasure with a kiss. And fuck, could Ben kiss. With every roll of his hips and slide of his tongue, Frankie’s eyes rolled back into his head. Nothing else mattered but Benjamin. 

Ben was only 4 when he was brought to the house, Will was 8, Frankie and Santi were 9, but Santi was almost 10. When Beatriz approached the boys huddled in each others arms, she stared for a while. They were helpless and small, and while Beatriz was a lot of things, something probably tugged at her heart. Ben gazed up at her like she was the savior herself, like all her bullshit about godhood was true. He never doubted her for a second, firmly obeying every order, explicit or implicit. That loyalty extended to Santi, and he never, ever betrayed him…. Except with Frankie. 

Tugging at Ben’s hair, Frankie humped against Ben’s body as they kissed, fucking himself on his dick and seeing stars. He loved Ben so fucking much it hurt sometimes, and it was near unbearable, it burned him from the inside out and crushed his chest but they could never, ever be together. Not with Santi.

It didn’t start out like this. Of course not, not with the age. Ben was his little brother, someone he loved as such and whose company he enjoyed. Ben and Will never left the house in the morning, Beatriz taking them in. She had her reasons of course. She said Will showed immense courage taking care of Ben after being orphaned, that the self sacrifice he showed was that of a healer's nature. Will became the God of healing and war. Duality. Ben was always full of smiles, even as a starving child. “Mi sol”, as Beatriz called him. He was the sun god.

For a long time, the four of them remained as brothers. Homosexuality wasn’t discouraged, perse… but it wasn’t encouraged. Men and women were needed to pair up to birth children. When things began to bubble up between him and Santi, Beatriz set him up with Iris. For a long time, Francisco thought something was wrong with him for not wanting Iris the way he did Santi. It wasn’t her fault; clearly she was stunning to look at, and the… activities… they had gotten up to that went beyond kissing proved that he WAS attracted to her. But nothing felt like Santi… not until Ben.

Francisco had seen Ben at the orgies they used to have, and for a long time he simply had sense of protection over him. He was too young, and Frankie worried when he reached 19, the age Frankie had been, that Beatriz would touch him too… he thought that was it. 

Then suddenly Beatriz was dead, and everything changed.

Jonah was almost killed for being found fucking Delilah who had participated in the coup. Marcus was burned to death and their future wife was burned to dance, a trauma that gives her a glassy stare for a moment every time she smells smoke. Iris was forced into servitude at the house to pay for Jonah’s sins and the engagement was, of course, called off by Santi. A vacuum had been created, power sucked in and Santiago tried to take her place.

With the chaos, Ben and Franscisco simply… fell into each other, and suddenly what he had with Santi pales in comparison.

With a fistful of hair in his hand, Ben pulled Frankie off his mouth, admiring his kiss-swollen lips as he pants. “Gotta be quite, Frankie. Gonna get you off, but you gotta be quiet. Can you do that for me, pretty boy?”

Unable to speak, Frankie simply nodded. He sat up, bouncing on his cock as Ben jerked him off. Their eyes locked together, Francisco was lost in the sky of blue in his eyes, a cloudy sky his sun god resided in.

Cum flies out of him in strong spurts onto Bens chest, cumming hard as Ben filled his asshole with his spend. Rain fell from those skies he felt burning into him, and he fell over to kiss them away. A soft smile. A gentle touch. A warm hand in his hair and body on fire. The warmth of the sun blessed him.

*

“Baby’s hungry.” You mutter on the couch, sitting on the oppiset side as Ben strummed his guitar.

Francisco smiled. “Oh, it’s the baby, is it?”

“Yeah.” You nudge him with your foot. “Baby says enchilada’s sound great.”

“Let’s go to the kitchen then. I got you.”

Ben lights up, looking away from plucking at the chords. “Oh shit, you’re making enchiada’s? FUCK yeah!”

“Noooo, I don’t wanna get up, can’t you make them?”

This makes Francisco frown. “I wanna stay near you, Madonna.”

“She doesn’t wanna see Iris.” Ben points out your fears, and Francisco’s shoulders drop.

“I let her take some time off… We’re on our own for a few days… It’s okay.”

It felt wrong being in Iris’s domain without her, watching Frankie go through her cupboards, her fridge, her pantry… Jonah was dead and it was her fault. Now both of you are orphans… How could you explain to her that you could have never meant for this to happen? That you loved him like a father, that you felt lost without him here… 

“It’s not your fault, you know.” Ben’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, making you turn to him as Francisco busied himself with the food. “Jonah will fuck anything that walks. Asshole practically raised us, then slept with Delilah.”

“Ben, I don’t really wanna-”

“Man, I used to see him at the parties, he’d bury his head in any cunt he could get his hands on-”

Your brow furrows at that. “What parties?”

“Ben!” Francisco calls. “Come help me with this.”

The men whisper argue to each other at the counter, indiscriminate words grating at your ears as you try to make sense of Ben’s words.

That’s when she walked in, trailing behind her was Reyansh.

The door opens, Iris stopping in her tracks. Her eyes were clearly red and puffy but the tears had clearly been wiped away, trying to appear indifferent. It wasn’t working. You scramble to stand, knowing you have to face her, face the consequences.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could get out.

Iris’s face crumbles. “Honey…”

The sound of Jonah’s nickname for you from his daughter's lips shatters something in your heart, and you feel your lip quiver and eyes burn. “I’m so sorry…”

She takes a step forward, speaking softer to you than you ever heard before. “What on earth are you apologizing for…”

“It’s my fault! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You shout, and Ben places himself between you and Iris protectively, trying to usher you out of the room but you stay firm. “I should’ve seen the signs! I shouldn’t have been sneaking out of my room! I shouldn’t have gone unguarded!” Rey are vaguely aware of Rey behind Iris, of Francisco and Ben trying to talk to you but you couldn’t pay attention to that. The moment existed between two women whose fathers couldn’t be what they wanted, in whatever way that meant. Two women who were left abandoned. Two women who understood each other in a way the others couldn’t, no matter how much love was there. “I ruin everything I touch!” Sobbing, you shout ‘I’m sorry’ again and again and again.

Your knees buckle, and you hear Francisco shout your name as arms wrap around you, saving you and your baby from a fall. Then, Iris is knelt in front of you, hands on either side of your head and pulling you to look at her. Her voice is firm, steady and sure as it always is but an air of empathy that didn’t exist before. You understood each other now. When you eyes meet hers, eyes like a sturdy oak and just as unwavering, she spoke her words repeatedly. 

“It’s not your fault. None of this is.”

And suddenly, her voice mattered than Santiago’s.

*

“It’s okay to miss him.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Madonna-” Francisco’s hand reached for you, but you jolted back and away from him with wide eyes. “Sorry… Can I tuck you in?”

You scoot into bed. “Just… don’t touch me…”

He nods as you lay down, pulling the blanket over you and laying it nicely around you, careful not to touch your body or pull anything against your skin. 

“Do you… do you want to be alone?”

He watches you think for a minute. You’d been through a lot, Jonah’s attack leaving you… not yourself. Usually when things happened; the burning, the shooting, etc, you craved closeness from your husbands, but after this… You were so far from him, all the time.

“I… I don’t want to have sex, is that okay?”

His heart crumbles at your question, quickly sitting on the bed but far enough not to scare you. “Oh my god, Madonna… that’s always okay…and I would never, ever expect that from you after something like this…” Still, you  didn’t meet his eyes… just silently crying as you had been all day. He watched a tear drip over the bridge of your nose while you lay on your side. He sighs. “When Beatriz first… when she first touched me, I felt sick, honestly. She said it was a divine union or whatever… but she was my mom. To me, anyway. I didn’t… I didn’t want that to happen.

“The she died and I thought… you know I thought I’d be relieved. God knows I’ve thought about it enough… But I didn’t. I cried for weeks,  felt lost, directionless… there was nowhere to put my anger, my sadness…” That’s when he fell into Ben. “There was… I guess I remember being confused. I didn’t understand how someone I loved could hurt me… and why I still loved someone who could do that…”

You choke back a sob, and when he sees your hand reach out, smooth and soft compared to the other, he takes it. “I don’t understand why Jonah would do that to me… But… I’m also angry at him… not for…” You swallow hard. “but for leaving me. Jonah always knew what to do, what to say… he helped me figure this whole thing out… I feel violated but… also abandoned… If he had stopped, I never would have told anyone.” Shame swallows you as you get more and more intimate. “I don’t think I would have told anyone if he was successful, Francisco. If he didn’t start punching the wall, I wouldn’t have screamed! I such a fucking idiot! I just didn’t want him to die!”

Resisting the urge to hold you is difficult, knowing you have to be the one to make that move. You have to be the one to express it… Still, he lies down beside you. “Madonna, you lost your dad at a young age and you spent 10 years alone with no friends, no family, no love… It makes sense why you’d want to cling to any connection you have. He took care of you, you didn’t want to let go of feeling loved. Lord knows I’ve forgiven worse for the same.”

You turn into him, your face settling on your chest as you cried yourself to sleep.

His heart ached for you, panges pulsing through his body and he clung to you, holding you steady so you could let go. He would be your rock. He would pull it together, be the man you and his baby needed…

You were so precious when you slept, your body trusting him to keep you safe,to keep you wrapped up in love and adoration. He felt so, so horrible for what happened to you, that you were hurt so badly by someone you trusted… He was probably as shocked as you were when he found out why Will was beating Jonah bloody and why you were catatonic on the floor. Jonah, of all fucking people knew what it was like to have your body violated… It angered Frankie in a way he rarely felt.

Usually his emotions were pushed down, shoved away so he could be whatever Santi needed him to be. A stress toy, a cock, a hole, an emotional sounding board. His needs and wants didn’t matter much more than they did with Beatriz, but at least Santi was protective of him, showed affection without needing reward. Still, Frankie couldn’t be himself, so often… but today, as his sleeping girl breathed heavily on his chest, her face still on shirt in a pool of her tears, he let himself feel. He’d be better for her, he’d do better. He’d stay and protect-

The door opens. “Santi wants you.”

*

When you wake with Ben next to you, you’re heart sinks. Not because of Ben, no, never. He was a sweetheart, your sunshine, your joy. Seconds later, his sweet sleeping face makes you smile. You like the floppy chunk of dirty blonde hair that always tickles his face when he sleeps. No, you’re sad because you miss Francisco. Nightmares woke you up again, but Ben was out like a light. It was warm in the bed, Ben always ran hot and you felt like you were melting, even in your nighty. You always chose this one no, it was flouncy enough to allow room for your belly but the material didn’t irritate your burns that were still recovering. 

You think of how many members of Delta saw you naked, the scars and wondered if Santiago wanted you humiliated or not. You wonder if he knew what Divine Mother did to Francisco… Your mind reeled with questions, like what this meant for you. If the God you worshiped so clearly abused your beautiful husband, could she truly be good? You couldn’t imagine kneeling to say your prayers now, knowing she made him feel the way Jonah did to you. And then you realize you can’t stomach kneeling to Santiago either.

It’s too hot. It’s too muggy. The sheet felt wrong and you needed to get out of this room.

When the door opens, you expect to find Reyansh sleeping, but his eyes were open this time. He wore a small, sleepy smirk on his face. “Somehow, I knew you’d still find a reason to sneak out.” He had a busted open lip.

You smile back, quietly closing the door behind you. Really, you knew after Jonah you shouldn’t be around men who aren’t your husbands in skimpy nightgowns but… it was Rey. You trusted him and yeah, you trusted Jonah too but… If Rey betrayed you, there was nothing left to trust.

He stands, letting you sit in his chair and he takes a seat up against the wall next to you, despite your protests.

“Rey? Do you… pray?”

He gives a soft chuckle, resting his head on the chair. “No, I don’t. Call me a heathen. Or a heretic. Or a blasphemer? I’m not entirely sure the difference.”

“I don’t know either, honestly. I just… I’m starting to think Divine Mother wasn’t… good.”

Rey lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank fucking god, girl. No, she wasn’t.” He looks up at you, those big brown eyes framed by the curls falling around his face. He was beautiful, truly. Shame he wasn’t a god, he’d be a good one. “Beatriz Garcia is a piece of shit who sexually abused multiple young men- boys, really. She had hundred of people put to death, and she is not God, none of this is real, she’s a crazy woman who-”

“Wait.” You shake your head, frowning hard. “No, of course she’s a god. How else would Santiago, Francisco, Ben and Will be gods?”

The light in his eyes fades, and he looks sad. “Sorry, sorry. RIght. Why don’t… why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking…”

You’re curious about his reaction, but too tired to think on it further. You settle into your chair more. “I’m thinking if she’s not a good god, maybe she’s a bad one? Or a demon? I don’t know… I don’t really have anyone to talk theology with…”

Reyansh pats your leg. “You’ll figure it out, I trust you. You’re smarter than they give you credit for. You know that, right? That you’re more than just a womb?”

You laugh a little. “Well, yeah, but that's not really important, is it? My job isn’t to be smart, it’s to have the savior.”

He sighs. “You’re so much more… and yes, that is important. Just know, you matter after you give birth, okay?”

“Rey, I-”

“Just say it, please?” He sounded desperate, so much more serious than you knew him. Your eyes droop closed.

“Okay. I matter after I give birth. I know that.”

“Good. And I’m gonna be here for you, always.”

“I know.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll watch out for us.”

*

When Ben woke up, he was worried when he didn’t see you in the bed. Santi had sent him to go get Frankie, but not before filling his ass with cum, ensuring Ben couldn’t have a quickie with Frankie. Did he know? Did he know Ben was fucking he most favored lover? Everyone with eyes knew Santi loved Frankie more than anything on this planet, only Madonna was too stupid to figure it out. He liked her that way, though. 

Ben loved Frankie with a burning passion. It was an ache that was never satiated unless they were skin to skin, unless he was buried inside him or fingers interlaced with his. No one compared to Frankie, no one made him smile, no one made him laugh, no one eased that pain buried inside him that blinded his rationale like Frankie did. Frankie knew him in a way no one could.

When he was brought to the mansion, Ben remembered two things. Will’s arms refusing to let go until Beatriz insisted, and Frankie, watching from a corner. He was so quite that day, but the way he hovered… the way he watched with curious eyes wherever they were taken, sometimes whispering to Santi. Ben had no idea these two would become closer to him than his own brother. The chill of the winter he almost froze to death in rattles in his bones to this day. Maybe that’s why his body over-compensates, why the sun bows to him. Maybe it’s his anger at the sun for hiding as the winter nearly took his life, took his family’s. 

Years later, another storm would leave a child orphaned, a little baby girl. She’d be found huddled up in her parents arms as they froze to death, the last of their body heat sustaining the child until Jonah and Marcus found her. Instead of taking her to the mansion, she was brought to Marcus. Ben wondered what might have happened if she’d been brought there like he was.

Will never relinquished his grip on him, not for the next multiple decades. At first, it was endearing, the protective nature… but then it became grating, an irritant. Will prevented him from exploring his true self, his power, the things he could do… Beatriz said he was jealous, that Will liked having Ben to take care of, to control, tha the shift in the dynamic would make him try to hold on tighter and she was right. When Ben insisted he was ready to participate in the orgies, Will tried to stop him, argued with Beatriz about it and tried to get Jonah to intervene. Jonah tried, but who gave a shit what he had to say? He was a consort at best. WIll never let Ben do anything fun, anything enriching, always tried to keep him out of the activities of the other gods. He was selfish.

When he realized Madonna was not in her bathroom, he stood up quickly to find her. Francisco had been summoned by Santi, making Ben in charge of Madonna and if something happened to her, he was taking a beating for sure. Santi has Beatriz's temper, although Ben never received that end from either of them. He was as loyal as they came, did exactly as both wanted… save for his affair with Frankie.

But then Ben opened the door and he found you, asleep on the chair… with that shithead guard sleeping with his head resting on your leg.

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gettin intuitive

psychic headcanon babble for the mother 1 crew (aka just ninten and ana) because i figure someone out there is interested

i preface this with the knowledge that MOTHER 1 has the most mentions of PSI in the narrative out of the three games (mother 3 can be semi-debated). that ALSO BEING SAID, these are children and i don’t think they have god tier abilities. this ain’t the x-men—in fact the closest kid you got to Jean Grey is 11 years old. so this is just for fun

ninten

moves-wise: i love you ninten but you suck compared to everyone else. in fact, he doesn’t like that people are much better at PSI than him (especially not some girl he just met!). maybe he goes through a phase where he tries to improve, but it’s just not in his nature (or attention span) to do so. that being said, everyone’s cooked without him thanks to his prowess in assist PSI. sure, he can’t light people on fire, but he can make sure your next frying pan swing hurts bad. the added benefit of escaping into the fourth dimension is something that makes him very unique (or in teddy's words, "a one-trick pony") and makes him brag a bit, because what is ninten if not prideful? it’s not too bad though, because it’s dorky! there’s a childish glee to it, like a kid doing a cartwheel in front of his parents. even lloyd admits it makes ninten look lame, but “he’s not one to talk” either. like ana, he does possess telepathy, but this is the one ability i hc him to surpass her in. i really do think that with given time, he could be a very strong telepath! i think of telepathy as a spectrum rather than “transmitter and receiver” because the characters do portray differing levels of what they can do; basic communication with animals being on the lower end to near omnipotence on the highest extreme. ninten is no god for sure, but based on what we see in the game and novels, he “receives” more than he “transmits,” which can lead to very disorienting conversations. it’s an added level of hyper-vigilance he must deal with, but at least it's helpful in combat and against police officers. i wouldn’t say it’s textbook telepathy angst, but more like “can you shut the fuck up right now im trying to think” when no one has uttered a word in the past 2 minutes. too much at once leads to snappy responses, unintentionally looking daggers at someone, and unbridled rage when fighting lamps. he's best left alone in times like this. he gets tuckered out easily, bc thinkin's a lot of work. world's eepiest boy after massive boss fights

ana

like i said, she ain’t jean grey. buuuut, if i had to rank the most powerful psychics in the mother series, she’d be third to kumatora + her family and giegue. she is very disciplined in everything she does, only using it in dire or noble situations like her parents taught her to. in the game, she has a very good relationship with both her parents and religion, which is unlike many headcanons i tend to see.

they were both very involved, which led to her having near perfect control at such a young age. her father would preach about the responsibility she carries (because, yknow, great power) while her mother would find the best way to not let her skills go unmanaged. she starts off with precise telekinesis, fast healing LifeUp β, and manageable telepathy, but when she’s away from home and begins to learn more intense and formidable abilities, ana feels completely lost and shocked to her core. she hates violence, especially when she must enact it herself. with each new power she awakens, she feels a sense of betrayal towards her parents, wondering if she is straying from their teachings. worst of all, she fears over reliance on them the way ninten is (teleporting like it's no ones business). therefore, ana is very psychically repressed and mentally limits herself from the use of offensive PSI outside of battle.

she eventually realizes that although she didn't choose to be born with these abilities, they are a part of her and "God's plan." as long as there is someone to protect, she finds solace in being able to use them for the greater good.

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My modern romeo | J.MILLER

starcrossed lovers

Summary: Growing up forced into the WLF organization for survival, life was boring. Secretly trading with a rival group, the people from jackson, something goes wrong. Nothing lethal like your group finding out youre trading with sworn enemies, letal like falling deeply in love with joel miller.

WARNINGS: fluff, strangers to starcrossed lovers, smut in later chapters, age gap, reader 23, joel 40’s mentions of death jokingly, angst in later chapters, fluffiest shit I’ve ever wrote

Sneaking out of wolves base was scary, dangerous. Yet it was a commute you made every Friday without fail. You’d made a promise one year ago with a broad scary man, you’d trade with him every Friday apon request on things the wolves had, and jackson didn’t.

You’d come across him on a late night walk to go stargazing, he was out for way more important reasons, coming home from a supply run.

“You know. Theres a whole apocalypse out here, ‘nd here you are fucking stargazing.”

You sat up clutching your pistol, pointing it at him. Your back damp from the wet grass you were just laying on. He doesn’t say anything more, just holding his hands up in defence. “Didn’t mean to scare you sweetheart, just surprised to be honest.”

You put your pistol back in its holster, hanging on your hip. You trusted him, you trusted too easily, especially in this world. The words of your parents telling you to shoot him, that you can’t trust anyone ringing through your eyes, yet you ignore it.

He seemed nice though. Who would just stare at someone so vulnerable, if he wanted to kill you he would have. “I guess its my only happiness, the world is shit yet the stars still shine so beautifully.” You said leaning back on your elbows, looking at him the only light being the moon.

He smirks, or you think, hard to tell, too dark out. “ya mind if i join you?” You shake your head, he lays his backpack and shotgun down, stepping towards you. You can see him clearer now.

Hes aged, at least forty. His hair is scattered with grey strands, he had soft brown eyes, wrinkles around the edges. Facial hair, to match with his hair, his knees cracked when he kneeled next to you. A tan jacket stretched around his wide shoulders, fairly worn.

He laid down about a foot away from you, a comfortable distance for a stranger you just met. He tucked his arms to cushion his head from the wet grass.

“What’s that accent? Not from around here, i’m guessing.” You said gazing to the stars.

He looked over at you, then back to the stars, laughing before replying.

“You apocalypse babies, know nothing ‘bout the real world but to shoot. You’re right it’s texan, ’m from texas”

You frown “Hey! We arent all like that, maybe the ones born later, but i was born at the start you old fuck.”

He gasps pretending to be offended. “So you in a group? Too pretty to be on your own.” He points to your freshly washed clothes.

You smile at the compliment. “Unfortunately, if I got caught sneaking out i’m sure i’d be hung.”

You look over at him “what group are you from? I don’t believe in all that enemy bullshit, don’t be scared.”

He laughs. “As if you’d be able to kill me anyways, jackson.”

Fuck.

“Oh.” Is all you reply with, If the wolves found out you were hanging out with someone from jackson, you’re sure they wouldn’t even give you the pleasure of a quick death.

“What?” He looks at you.

“Im a fucking wolf.” You pinch your nose bridge with frustration.

He sits up shocked. “Yeah right pretty, little thing like you, is a WLF.”

You don’t say anything, the silence makes him believe you. “Fuck you’re serious.”

“Its my parents fault, not like I chose it. Whats it like in jackson?” You try to calm the conversation, the building friendship.

“It’s nice, its like the world before. Fucking Christmas lights and a bar.” He turns to face you.

You smile. “Really? A bar? That’s luxury.”

He smiles back. “I ‘suppose, you even old enough to be in a bar?”

You groan. “Fuck you! Im twenty three. Not like its your business- uhh what’s your name, i didn’t ask.”

He lets out a yawn, it was late maybe you were keeping him from his soft warm bed. You started imagining him shirt off, cuddled up in a blanket, mouth open, snoring away. Oh god i need to stop you think.

“Joel, Joel miller. Not that last names really matter anymore.”

You smile, it had a nice ring to it, you tell him your name and follow up with. “Okay Mister Miller, i have to ask what don’t have in your luxurious place of jackson.”

He lays back down staring at the stars as he thinks. “Books. There’s not alot of books, theres this book i was dying to read pre apocalypse and i never got ‘round to it, practically my biggest regret”

You giggle. “Must be a good book to stress that much over it, what book?”

“Crime and punishment, its a Russian novel, a classic i guess” He looks at you.

You sit up. “NO SHIT. I have that book at home, i could give it to you, if its truly your biggest regret”

He smiled bigger than before. “You sure? You’re not reading it? What don’t those wolves have?”

You shake your head. “Read it about a million times, it’s good. Those fluffy woollen socks, they aren’t much of knitters i guess.”

He smiles “It’s a trade then, got a shit ton at home. Meet on friday?”

You nod. “See you then. Shit, im out way later then usual, i gotta go. Can’t get caught or you might never get that book, Miller” You frown, get up and brush the grass off your jeans, walk to joel and shake his hand.

He accepts it, his rough tanned hand engulfs yours. His hand is big, over average you think, veins litter the top of it stretching up his arm.

Walking home you couldnt shake the smile off your face, you met someone new. Someone nice, someone handsome.

You plop on your bed, grab the most desired book by him. Flip to the first page and with a pen you scribble. “Hope it lives up to your expectations, from your dearest.” Adding the finishing touch, a star.

All you dreamt of that night was Joel’s face with the cast of moon light.

When friday arrived you counted down the minutes till four. Same time as your first meeting, you exchanged your trades.

It couldnt just stop at that, no. You talked about anything and everything, ending with your next trade items for the next Friday.

Thats how Friday became your favourite day. Joel’s day.

My masterlist

AN: this is 100% inspired by Romeo and Juliet

This is mostly a prologue, how reader and joel met next chapter will be them completely known to eachother, reader so god damn in love with him.. maybe he feels the same. This was short as it is just a prologue. Check out my other works of joel and javi on my master list.

[hopelesswritergall]

Taglist: @howyouloveyourdragon / @simp-aholic @daenerysapologist

Thank you @sapphire-writes for giving me inspiration. Your thin ice series was truly a Masterlist

Thank you @daenerysapologist for making me write this

Thank you @valeska-fics for beta reading this and reminding me that comma’s exist…….. You’re a legend

And of course my love @simp-aholic for being there for me :))

Let me know what you thought of this in the comments or hey… maybe even reblog and follow??? WOWOWWWW

A rather peculiar meeting

Cregan was one of THE star players for the White Stags. The ice hockey team that belonged to the university of Kingslanding

He had been playing ice hockey since he could remember. His first few memories he has were of him on the ice. Him getting his first skates, scoring his first goal and receiving his own very custom made Jersey.

Now this brings us to the modern day. Cregan Stark, the star player. He was a centre-sniper. He had the insight and intelligence (so he says himself) to be at the centre, he was the leader of the team. And of course he had to stand out and be a sniper. Making the most important goals.

All of this meant that he was adored by fans, not just from the university, but from everywhere in King’s Landing. They would come to your university just to watch him play.

You were never the biggest fan of ice hockey, due to not understanding it mostly. But eventually Helaena convinced you to come and see a match, because as she said “You need to have a social life. You can’t be a hermit forever.” Which you countered with “But I like how I am now.” At that response she just gave you the look.

So here you are, at the match of the White Stags, totally voluntary. Cough cough

It was during the second period that it went wrong. About ⅓ done with the game and at the 23 minute mark. It all went south

The sound of the crowd was almost deafening, they were cheering very loud for their beloved star player, Cregan Stark. You hadn’t seen much of him yet during the game so you didn’t exactly get the hype around the man. As the crowd began to go silent, you saw a tall man approaching the goal with the puck at his stick. He was weaving, dodging all the defending players of the opposing team. He pulled his stick back ready to swing and score… when he saw you. His heart stopped and he could swear everyone else around him disappeared and it was only you two. He didn’t think and with all his force he shot the puck at the goal only, he wasn’t looking at the goal anymore. He was looking at you. Without you or him noticing flew the puck with an abominable speed right at your face. And then it hit you. No literally the puck hitting your nose sent you backwards. As the crowd goes completely silent and Helaena looks at your face, her eyes widening and Cregan now realising what happened. As you slowly reach up to your nose, afraid of what you’ll find. When you retract your hand it is crimson coloured. Your nose wasn’t the shape it used to be.

“How bad is it Hel?” you asked her, afraid of what she would answer.

“Well, you didn’t like your nose anyways right? Plastic surgery wasn’t off the table yet?”

“Hospital?” “Hospital!”

And as much fun as you were having watching a game you initially didn’t like, you and Helaena rushed outside the stadium and she grabbed your car keys off of you.

“Omg it’s not an automatic?? BABE, I CAN'T DRIVE WITH A SHIFTING STICK!!”

“FUCKING LEARN, IT HEL! IM DYING OVER HERE!” you retorted

One hell of a car ride later.

“Remind me to never let you drive ever again…”

You walked to the emergency room and you got some forms to fill out. Name, age, birthday, how it happened and your insurance were all asked. As you handed them back in, you and Helaena sat down waiting for a doctor to come and help you. After what felt like an eternity, it was only 70 minutes, a doctor came to take you for some examination to see where the broken bone was and what they’d need to do.

After everything was done and they had manually readjusted your nose, they’d bandage it up. You’d gotten a nice gauze around it and secured it tight. You’d have to walk around like that for 3 whole weeks. Guess who’s skipping classes? No, not you, we aren’t that irresponsible…

So you went to all your classes and you just put up with all the weird looks people gave you. You hadn’t, however, seen or spoken to the hot guy who caused it all. You did door his friend, Jake? Jame? Jacle? Oh, Jace! Yeah, you did spot him a few times, but never his other half. It was the day that your gauze could come off that Jace spoke to you, which was weird considering he never did before.

“Uhm hey.. I don’t know if you’d still like to, but my friend would like you to come to another one. He promised he wouldn’t hit you again at the.. Uhm. Well you know.” He gestured to his own nose. “Fine. Sure, I'll be there. But I swear to god Jake,” “Jace” “I swear to god Jace if another puck hits me I’m done. And I don't care how cute your friend is, I won't see another match again.” With that said, you left to go study in the library. As you were walking away you could hear Jace say “I told you man. The Jace way always works!”

It was Friday and the day of the match. You were slightly excited to see the game, as that would mean you would see the cute guy again. Sure, he has broken your nose, but every couple has been there. Right?? As you entered the stadium and found a seat, you couldn’t help but think if he actually liked you, like that Jace guy had hinted at. Well, no more time to think about that. The players were coming to the rink. When Cregan came to the rink, everyone cheered, and that included you as well. He glanced up, and saw you sitting in the stands. He couldn’t help but make a plan to show you he liked you.

After the game was over, and won by the White Stags. Cregan skated over to where you were sitting. Hetook off his jersey, which had gotten whistles from a few people, rolled it into a little ball, and threw it at you. It hit you again…… this time it wasn’t as hard as a puck, but it still caught you by surprise. “What the?” As you looked down, you saw Cregan giving you the most adorable grin you’ve ever seen. He might look like a big confident guy but he wasn’t always. You gave him a smile as you put on the jersey. You would be going to a lot more games after that one.

[hikari-drkspc]

❅ “Snow Buried Memories” ❅

characters: yandere! todoroki shoto & yandere! dabi [boku no hero academia]

warning: yandere, mentions of pun1shm3nts and k1dnapping, threats using el3ctr1c sh0ck brac3let, mild swearing, pent-up emotions ; MINOR/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, PUT YOUR AGE IN BIO/PINNED POST TO INTERACT

words: 1.9k

a/n: this is a repost from my main blog (@/hikari-writes) so yes this writing is old + bad, i just moved them here w/o editing bc im lazy and wants to keep reminding myself how bad my writing used to be <3

It’s snowing, you thought as you peer out the window of your room. Another winter has passed by. And here you are, stuck inside this damn house with two of your self-proclaimed lovers.

You wanted to go outside. It has been a few years since you’ve been kidnapped by Shoto and Dabi. You can still remember the day they kidnapped you like it was yesterday. Despite the warmth the heater in your room was giving, you could feel your shoulders shudder at the recollection of that memory.

You’ve already grown accustomed to your lifestyle as a captive. Your first few months here has been hell. You kept resisting them and trying to escape. It goes on for about a year or two.

As soon as you realize there’s no escaping these two psychos, you decided it’s time to give up. You silently thank the god for still keeping your sanity in check. If not, you might’ve actually started to accept what they’re doing. You might’ve actually started to accept their twisted love.

You stopped resisting them and let them do as they please. As long as you behave, you might be able to say goodbye to those two years of hell full of punishments. You never acted or pretended as if you love them though. They’d know right away you’re bluffing. Heck, your acting skill isn’t A+ either.

It’s been such a long time since you last touched the snow. You missed the feeling. You wanted to go outside. Even just at the front yard is enough. You wondered whether those two would let you. After all, you’ve been behaving excellently. Surely they’d cut you some slack just this once.

As these thoughts crossed your mind, the door to your room creaks open and there Shoto stands in front of it.

“What are you looking at?”

He asks, making his way to you.

“…The snow.”

You answer him and turn your attention to the view outside once again. He looks at you for a moment before joining you and looks out the window.

As you two were silently watching the view, you suddenly felt an arm draped over your shoulder and pull you a bit closer to him. You didn’t hear him coming in but you knew it was Dabi even without glancing at his direction.

“Your hand is already cold from putting it against the window. Let’s go to the living room and cuddle there. I’ll make a hot chocolate too.”

Shoto suggests as he puts a hand over yours and pulls it away from the glass window.

“Um…hey…”

Your voice almost came out as a whisper as you tried to get their attention. They turn to you almost simultaneously.

“Is it okay….if I want to go outside? Just the front yard is okay. I just…want to play in the snow. It’s just… It’s been so long since I last touched them so…”

You trailed off and waited for their responses.

Dabi looks at you disapprovingly while Shoto remains stoic. They seem to be contemplating your request. It’s true that you’ve given up on trying to escape and they knew that. There’s no reason for them not to comply with your little request but still, there’re always those little bits of doubt in the back of their minds.

“Love, if you want to play with snow, can’t Shoto do something using his quirk? It’s not like you necessarily need to go outside.”

Dabi started. You look at Shoto in pure shock.

“You can do that, Shoto?”

Shoto shot Dabi a look and heave a sigh.

“I’m not an Elsa, Dabi. My quirk can’t create snow. Besides that, I don’t really see any problem in letting Y/N out in the front yard.”

This situation actually surprised you. Shoto is usually the one who’s more strict while Dabi is the more laidback one. But it seems like this time it’s the opposite.

“But of course…”

Shoto continues and takes out something from his pocket. He takes your hand in his and before you know it there’s a clicking sound.

You looked down and saw something like a bracelet around your wrist. You immediately recognized it as an electric shock bracelet. You deadpan at the sight, but really, there’s nothing you can do anyway. It’s futile to protest against him.

“If you stray too far away, I’ll have no choice but to shock you so don’t try to pull any tricks on us, okay?”

He says softly with a slight smile. He didn’t mention it but you could somehow already guess that the volts are high enough to make you pass out.

~~**~~

Dabi opens the front door and as soon as you step out, the cold air instantly hits your cheek. You could see your breath in front of your face. It’s colder than you had thought.

You’ve been so used to the warmth inside the house for many years that the cold felt foreign to your skin. It surprised you how the cold still gets to you even with several layers of clothing you’re wearing.

You turn to see Dabi and Shoto, who are wearing pretty thin clothing despite the cold.

“Well, aren’t those two lucky to be so warm in this cold because of their quirk.”

You silently thought to yourself with a little bit of irritation. You tried to shake those feelings off though as soon as your eyes fell upon the sight of snow in front of you.

You couldn’t contain your excitement and quickly make your way to the pile of snow. Dabi and Shoto quietly follow suit and crouch next to you.

The feel of the snow in your gloved hands immediately brings back some memories of the past. Looking back, you realized how much you’ve taken for granted of these pure white crystals. You swear you’ve never been so happy to be able to touch snow before.

A sudden devilish idea pops in your head as you were shaping the snow into a ball.

“Right, if I use this as an excuse, they probably can’t say much to it.”

“Hey!”

You shout at them, trying to catch their attention. (Well, it’s not as if their attention is on somewhere else anyway.)

Shoto’s vision is completely covered in black as the snowball hits him straight to the face. It took Dabi a moment to process what was happening before he himself was hit by a snowball.

’“Y/N, what–”

Shoto started but you cut him off.

“Snowball fight!”

You exclaim and throw another snowball at Dabi. It hit him in the face once again, and now his face is totally covered with snow.

You started to ball another snow while the two are still a bit flustered by the sudden game.

As you did so, you put all of your pent up frustration and anger towards them in the snowball. You’ve been keeping quiet all this time but it still frustrates and angers you how you’re held captive by these crazy guys.

You’ve tried to vent it out to them before and you can positively say, you don’t like the consequences you were faced after that.

But if it’s like this, then maybe…just maybe…you can get back at them without them noticing how much hatred you put into those snowballs you threw. They can just think of it as you being fired up for a snowball fight.

You throw the next snowball in Shoto’s direction. But as soon as you did so, the snow completely melted and the melted snow ,which now is water, fell to the ground.

You look at Shoto in disbelief. You can see his left hand generating flames that melted the snow you just threw.

“What?! That’s not fair!”

You protest and throw another one at Dabi’s direction, to which he also counters with his blue flames.

“Well, too bad, princess.”

Dabi gave a low chuckle which irritates you more.

“You both have flame-based quirks! This is a snowball fight! Your quirks are prohibited!”

You started to get genuinely angry at them, although it appears to them as if you’re pouting. You can’t just let them ruin your only chance at venting. You might go crazy if you keep bottling these feelings up.

Anger, disgust, helplessness, fear, frustration, irritation…

All of them compiled into those small snowballs you shaped.

They both look at each other before smiling at you.

“If that’s what you want then.”

Dabi replies and throws an attack of his own. You effortlessly avoided it. You could tell he was holding back. Shoto did the same to your dismay.

“Don’t hold back.”

You said clearly, hoping they’d comply.

“It makes it look as if we’re having fun and playing if they’re holding back. This is a match, not a game.”

You quietly complain to yourself.

Thankfully, they decided to humor you and go along with your antics.

~~**~~

The battle lasted for quite some time. The three of you are now sprawled on the snow-covered ground, panting slightly, the tiredness getting to all of you.

It was a good match, you thought. As much as you hated to admit it, you had a little bit of fun. Though only because you get to have your revenge.

You suddenly had a flashback when you used to play like this freely. Before you knew it, a single tear escaped your eyes.

You quickly sit up and wipe the tear away before Dabi or Shoto notice it.

You didn’t really notice it just now but in all honesty, you wanted to cry so hard. You were afraid. You were angry. You were frustrated.

Honestly it’s amazing how you can still breath the same air as those two. It disgusted you how you can still accept your fate just like that, without making any progress on escaping their grasp and live your life like before, normally.

“It’s because I know I’d just get killed if I try anything. Heck, even if I won’t get killed, they’d just make my life a living hell,”

a part of you said.

“I’d rather just die rather than be with these two,”

another part of you protest.

You were conflicted. Living with them has slowly made you lose your sanity, bit by bit. You were trying very hard to hold onto those last shreds of sanity you had left.

“Princess, let’s go inside. You’re freezing.”

Dabi’s words are coated with honey, and anyone would be swooned by it. Well, unless they’re being held captive by him under the pretense of him loving them, of course.

Shoto silently princess carry you and get inside the house. The sound of Dabi shutting the door behind him echoed in your ears. The echo made your eyes sting, but you held yourself back from crying.

You were placed down on a comfortable couch, a set of three mugs of hot chocolate on the table in front of you. Dabi and Shoto, both on each of your sides, cuddle closer to you. Both of them lean in and whisper to your ears,

“We love you, Y/N.”

That one single statement that left their mouths made you bite your lip in an attempt to hold in back your emotion. Your nails are digging the blanket and you put on a fake smile, one that’s surprisingly very convincing.

“Yeah, I know.”

It’s a lie and you know it. But you had no choice.

You never had, and probably never will.

[sukirichi]

can i just say, while rereading to form my ultimate theory, ive realised i don’t think rintarou truly knows what love is. i don’t think he’s deluded himself into loving iris, i just don’t think he realises love isn’t transactional and that what he has with iris isn’t love. i noticed he also refers to the reader as “[his] woman.” as if she’s an object or his property. she’s been referred to as a pawn too. an object, something used to guarantee protection, he just hasn’t realised the pawn was the queen and he was the king about to be in a checkmate. i think ive noted three or four instances where he’s called her his woman now, it’s making me realise she was only ever that. not his lover, not his wife, just a woman he cared for and cared to use.

i’m sure now as the story has progressed he’s more infatuated with her, and that he did feel genuine feelings for her over the years, i just don’t think he knows love beyond what he’s observed. he was never raised with his brothers (reference to the drawings excluding him), he was the crown prince and so his mother saw him more as a work in progress for the future than her beloved child who she must care for — what the ring is to yn is what rintarou was to his mother, proof that SHE had the king at the end of the day and not his concubine. she’s determined in making rintarou king not because ushijima would be a bad ruler but because it would be letting her competition win. the queen and yn are two women on different sides of the same coin. rintarou also knows only of lust, his father was never loyal as seen by the fifty princes bro decided to spawn.

but back to the queen theory, cuz lowkey im popping off with that me thinks. she knows yn is powerful, “i would not take her wrath lightly” - (chapter 2) is essentially foreshadowing everything that’s about to happen, i can’t remember the exact quote but the queen warned him that yn CAN rip the throne from under him. rintarou doesn’t realise, the queen isn’t just saying this because yn is incredibly smart and strategic, she’s saying it because it’s something she’s almost witnessed first hand. the queen speaks from wisdom — age + experience.

i also retract my statement about iris’ mother being the reason she’s (iris) trying to be concubine. i think rintarou genuinely thinks he’s a fucking genius and that his plan is going to work. i do however still believe iris’ mother pulled a lot of strings to get kiyoomi and her married, there’s definitely something behind that, and put ontop of the fact that iris’ mother was in love with the king - or like wanted to be queen (delusion runs in the family ig) 💀💀💀

anyways i’ll keep rereading over the next few days, i don’t think there’s anything major in the latest chapter that gives away massive clues, but reading between the lines during the second read through might make me realise somethings.

- shhh anon

alright let’s finally dig into it 🧎🏻‍♀️ long response ahead

!! shhh anon cooking again !!! are you like, studying psychology or something because you got their characterisations on point. firstly yes, rin does not know what love is! he grew up without loving parents - he was neglected and left to fend for himself - and it was instilled to his mind that to be loved, to be seen as worthy, he had to work hard for it. like you said, love did not have to be transactional, but that’s how his mind works ! he goes along with iris smoking and drinking to get to her good side, so she would like him. he courted reader for two years, so she would fall for him. but at the end of the day, does he really see them people? maybe yes, maybe not - it’s hard to tell. like you said, he refers to them like iris and reader are his objects, his pawns, and in a way, that’s technically how he sees them.

reader is a doll for him to dress up and manipulate to make himself look good and great as a candidate for the throne. iris is his ‘woman’ whose purpose is to make him feel less lonely. AND YES OMG i love you for noticing that detail that rintaro (subtly) is materialistic ! he was seen as a ‘work in progress’ like you said, just another man to wear the crown. and their ring is exactly that too - the objects and material things they have are nothing but proof of their titles and power. in the literal sense, everything is a symbol, whether its a person or a material object. a symbol of loyalty, a symbol of protection, a symbol of “at the end of the day, i’m the legal wife!” which makes you think that since everything is a symbol to the royals, it makes sense how iris is also hesitant around rin because what can he give her? genuine love and pure feelings? she doesn’t want any of that

‘the fifty princes bro had to spawn’ HELP 😭 no but you’re so correct. the queen is speaking from experience, she wouldn’t stay as queen for that long if she lowkey wasn’t doing shady business, too. the difference between the queen and reader is that YN would go to the extreme to do what she thinks is right, while the queen would go the extremes to keep her power. they are two sides of the same coin 👑 that’s why the queen is hella pissed off because she did not endure her husband’s affairs and every horrible thing that comes with the crown just for her dumbass son to pull this 😭 anyways i loved reading this, you hit the hammer right on the nail! will not confirm or deny other theories that might be a spoiler though ;) but ah thank you as always for the interest in DTD and taking the time to share with me your thoughts 🥹