#im finalizing my work divorce tonight

[savage-rhi]

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[complete-clownery]

Okay I wont get to work on this any longer tonight so imma just post this

So this morning I have realised some stuff about my Macaque home hc

So first of all you can see the human disguised Macaque with Bai He,

and so Bai He wasnt there or "planed into the house" three days ago, but I decided that, that just wont do, I want her with Macaque, so im going to have to go back and alter my original ideas so it would fit the concept of Bai He also living there with Macaque (I have quit a lot of ideas for that, but ill get to them when I have the time)

But its not the main reason I wanted to talk about this even with half finished ideas under constructuion in my head

The big thing you already saw the random old lady and the antic Store/shop, so its no suprise im going to talk about that a for a bit,,, not a lot tho cuz I dont really got the energy for this

Soo--- She does not have a name, but Ill work on that, shes not fully thougt out, but nothing really when it comes to my ideas and headcanons (its kinda like eating halfbaked dough)

so shes 73 years old divorced lady running a little antic shop in the outer cirkles of Megapolis. I was thinking maybe it was her who originally selled the whole building to Macaque and rented the free space under the dojo.

She has a daughter and a grandkid (didn't decide on gender yet)

Shes kinda inspired by @/ladygreenfrisbee's oc in the fanfiction sunbreak, a snarky but sweet old lady whos not taking any shit from the brooding, shadow the hedgehog wannabe.

When she was younger she worked in a Museum in Megapolis, working with antient historical artifacts and megical weapons, but she pretty much knew everything about anything in there, with history and old stories being one of her passions,

Thus after she retired she decided to open and antic store. Even tho its an antic store, she can be one of those people that you bring an old piece of furniture or object in and they can tell you if its legit or not. She is also willing to trade and buy stuff from you if its to her likings. She's fair and not a con artist, she has just enough money for herself and thats completely fine by her, shes a simple woman when it comes to living.

She has a ton of degrees, Dr. And Phd tytels and what nots, extreamly smart and knows a lot about history and mytology and different eras of the past, making it easier for her and Macaque to connect over old stuff.

Also I was thinking, even tho she couldnt tell that Macaque was the Six Eared Macaque himself, she knew that they were wearing glamours, She studied artifects and worked with demons who were experts on the field of magics and glamours, she knows her shit

And even tho She had a decent relationshipp with Macaque I dont think Macaque would willingly let her see his true form, maybe after he was very exhausted, and injured after a fight they couldnt hold it up and were like-- fuck it who cares (maybe it was after the final fight with LBD) and she obviously knew who they were imidietly seeing his Six ears (that even tho he let her see one time hé continued to glamour like he would usually, only letting go of their human disguise)

So after that she would start asking him a whole lot of questions about the past and what was it like, carefully avoiding the questions involving the great sage equal to heaven, cuz she knew what happend from jttw

But yeah Macaque found it funny how a child and an old lady are looking at him with similar shimmer to their eyes as they interrogate him on the past

She loves a good tea and has her own little blends that calm the nerves and ease muscle pain and stuff like that. After She and Macaque became more friendly with eachother she gifted them some tea that helps him fall asleep better and relax. Macaque checked them for poison twice and couldnt find anything, but still wasnt willing to drink from them until he had a very fucked up breakdown yippeee ✌️

After Macaque lived there for some years they somewhat warmed up to eachother, they would hold little tea paties and talk about stuff (annoying husbands and divorce) after Bai He started living with Macaque these tea parties increased in numbers, sometimes the ladys grandchild joining in when Grandma was watching over them, maybe they get along well with Bai He, maybe they had a rocky begining to their friendshipp, but they warmed up to eachother and now are pretty good friends (maybe, ill think about it more)

BUT!!! this was it for now its already 2:40 am and im waking up at 6:40 so even tho I have more to say ill be going now

Bye thank you for reading ✌️☺️

[friedesgreatscythe]

i had a coffee at 5PM so my dumb ass is still Alert at a quarter to midnight lmao. as long as i finish this notebook tonight, i'll be Content. the rewrites demanded i write new things so i can make sense of what i have to redo, and it's been a bit intimidating, going off the rails like that for this draft. but i'm determined to get to the end of this rewrite, no matter how sloppy it is, by april 19th (because next draft is for further polishing). my therapist comes back that day after a month break, and we decided my homework during his absence is going to be all about holding myself accountable to progress, which includes working on this draft and finishing a rewrite this year.

plus it's the release date for taylor's album, and it kinda feels serendipitous to finish this novel draft on the same day an album with the name tortured poets department comes out.

other than that, i've been doing quite well. tapering off of effexor (venlafaxine) is going well. now that i'm taking b12 and vitamin d on top of the multivitamin i'm already taking, i'm feeling a LOT better. i'm continuing to take care of my mom, whose cast is coming off later this week. not sure if she'll be fully healed by then, but at least the cast is coming off. my sister is enthusiastically invested in ffxiv, which couldn't make me happier (and once i get steady income i'll get back on ps+ and play eso with her, so she can be my mentor and guide me through!). she's also watching game grumps more, which is so fucking exciting because NOW I CAN CRACK JOKES WITH HER WHEN WE HANG OUT AND SHE'LL GET THEM FJDLKS it's taken us literally 20 years, two fucking decades, but she and i are finally getting along and are friends. i can finally connect with larissa about things we both like!!

my brother has always been this way, so i'm not overlooking him.

my bio dad converted to Episcopalian, so he's been mentioning it when he goes to special services or giving us links to the services (he attends st. thomas's church in the city, which.. kinda makes me laugh because his name is thomas lol). they're quite beautiful, especially the choir. i don't begrudge him for this choice, but it does take me by surprise because he has NEVER shown ANY interest in religion for my entire life. if anything he's seemed rigidly atheistic. i asked him what made him want to do it, and he said it's to "be a calmer, quieter, better person." im not sure if he has faith in christ as much as he is drawn to the goodness of the people in the church, and what he thinks a christian should be, so in the end if it makes him happy and helps him feel better about himself, good for him.

he still owes me and my siblings literally thousands of fucking dollars as per the terms of his divorce agreement with my mother that he has been ignoring for over a decade, but apparently we're meant to overlook all that. that makes me sound like a greedy asshole, but my father has never been supportive in literal or figurative ways to us without us having to bleed his fucking stone heart dry, so while on the one hand i genuinely do want him to be happy with himself and become a person he can be proud of, on the other i'm like 'cool, so when will we see any of that change?'

but whatever. i'm mad about it but i'm not letting that distract me.

[booboodaddysblog]

Argument

Some of you have asked how James met Roberta....

Roberta is Italian and came to the hotel because she found a job offer "Hotel Cortez is looking for someone to work in marketing". On the day Roberta toured the hotel, James appeared to her and began showing her around the hotel. He was delighted with her, and she with him. Love developed very quickly! They do not always get along in everything, but James will do anything not to lose his beloved!

Mr.March: Oh Darling you are a revelation to me! You give me so much happiness!

Roberta: Of course im a revelation and you chose the best!

Mr.March: My choices are always the best, I mean they are usually the best…

Roberta: Maybe your first choice for your wedding wasnt right, but then you found me and everything changed!

Mr.March: Wedding?! We need to talk about it again! Something makes me feel like having a new Mrs. March. The previous one does not meet my expectations, she likes to betray me…

Roberta: And what have you thought?! Are you saying that I can also betray you?!

Mr.March: You? I have no idea! It's up to you. I still have a wife because I can't divorce her because I am a GHOST! After my death she inherited everything that once belonged to me.... Even when you become the new Mrs. March, I will not be able to give you anything more but myself…

Roberta: My darling, I want only you for me, that's it! I don't need your belongings and your wife don't understand what she has lost! Such a gentleman as you!

Mr.March: She didn't care about me, but about what I have. You know yourself how she is. I am glad that you appreciate how I am, leaving aside my passions…

Roberta: For me you are just James, nothing more! Tonight love is in the air! No argue…

Mr.March: Thank you for talking to me so nicely. I don't feel like arguing today, although I did earlier. I got over it as soon as you smiled at me!

Roberta: I will smile to you always, my dear! I don't want to argue, but I'm going to ask you something...

Mr.March: Yes? Dearest, ask anything you want!

Roberta: Ehm... how do I ask you?!... hmmmm... I need… I need to go outside tonight, again…

Mr.March: Well, so you want to argue though... and it was so nice! You ruined it!

Roberta: But why?! I don't want to argue, you do! You have me every day, one night shouldn't make a difference!

Mr.March: I won't keep you because I don't want to get upset anymore today. You want to go, go.... have fun! I will even open the door for you..

Roberta: Oooh finally! Thank you my dearest! Don't be upset, I will come back soon!

Mr.March: Come back when you want....

Roberta: Are you going to wait for me all night? Tonight you don't have works to do?!

Mr.March: No, my only plan for today was YOU! I'm going to walk around the hotel, smoke a cigarette and think about, I don't know what…. Why do you ask?

Roberta: Can I be your plan tomorrow?! Please! I'm asking because I care about you and your business!

Mr.March: Very funny! You care about my business! Don't make fun of me! You don't have to care about what I do!

Roberta: Are you threatening me, darling? I'm not afraid of you! You can see that I do what I want!

Mr.March: No, I'm not threatening you! I don't even want to! I have more interesting things to do! For example, I can have a drink! I won't waste my energy on threatening you....

Roberta: You are such a baby when you don't get what you wants! And I'm not going to waste my time with you tonight too, you are so annoying and obsessive! Drink as much as you like! You are a ghost you are not going to get high so you'll remember everything! Even every bad word you said!

Mr.March: I wonder who started this pointless argument?! You provoked it! I'm jealous because I'm in love and that's the problem! No, the fact that I am in love is not the problem! The problem is that I'm trying to be nice to you, I care about you! And you leave me!

Roberta: All this for a one night out! The problem is YOU and your jealousy… and yes I want to be honest… I'm going to meet a guy tonight! You know that I love you, it's just a simple meet, two friends who hung out... that's it! I need my space!!

Mr.March: Oh good to know that you LOVE me! Therefore, you go to meet another guy! Fascinating! And just a moment ago we were talking about marriage!

Roberta: See, your fury is going to eat you! I want you to be a modern boyfriend, and leave me some fresh air! And I'm ready to marry you, I said, I really love you! But you know it isn't always easy to be with a ghost who is entrapped in a hotel!

Mr.March: All I hear in this whole speech is about how bad it is for you and that you have a "but" when it comes to marriage though! It's sad. I myself don't know what to think about it anymore! I thought you had everything, but from what I hear, however, this is not the case!

Roberta: Your ego is bigger than the whole world sometimes, my darling, and you don't see the reality as it is! I enjoy to be with you, very much, but I'm only asking you one thing…. you are overreacting!

Mr.March: Me overreacting? Me overreacting?! Maybe I’m, but that's just the way I am. You know that from the very beginning and you’re still in this relationship! You know very well that I don't keep you here by force! I opened the door for you and you didn't come out! I consider myself a GOD because no one can stop me!

Roberta: You don't keep me here by force?! I have to remember what you said to me? ”I MAY NEVER LET YOU GO!” So... But I'm GLAD to be with you, I don't have any other way to tell you this!! How much I want to slap you right now to punish you!

Mr.March: I remember perfectly what I said! I have too good memory! You can beat me as much as you want and I won't defend myself! I will surrender to you since it makes you happy! You have it too good with me!

Roberta: So what are we going to do now since my meet has been cancelled? Because of you, of course… but I preferred YOU, and it will always be like this... I’m telling you that I love you in all the way possible but you always yell at me!

Mr.March: Yes, because apparently there was a need! You provoked me! You know me and I wonder if you are doing this on purpose?! On purpose to piss me off! I think you should go to bed. I won't sleep tonight. I need to take a walk and smoke at least three cigarettes to calm down!

Roberta: Maybe I like when you get jealous, yes, I like it! But I didn't think we could arrive at this point, my love! Come on, forgive mee... And don't smoke too much… I don't like it when I smell cigarettes from you…

Mr.March: Dearest! Is it not YOU who arouses jealousy in me and demands that I behave differently? Or is it someone else doing it? Am I wrong?!

Roberta: Yes it was me! I love your jealousy, but I hate your obsessive manners, sometimes. So I provoked you, because I want to change this aspect of yours! And I won't stop until you will start respect my needs! Just one need!

Mr.March: We talk about you all the time... well, what about me? Do I have the right to expect something from you?

Roberta: Yes you have the right, but you want me to oblige to everything you say! So what do you expect from me now?

Mr.March: You know very well what I want from you. I simply want you! I don't expect anything else!

Roberta: You know how to calm me down.... Although tonight I didn't want to argue with you again, but we always have an unresolved case…

Mr.March: Dearest! What unresolved case again? Are we still talking about you wanting to leave the hotel and meet some guy? Or something else?

Roberta: Of course! It's my right and I don’t leave the hotel to meet some guys, I have also friends, my darling. But I don't want to argue! I miss you!

Mr.March: I'm also tired of these pointless arguments. Just keep me informed of your plans. Just don't do it when you're already about to leave. Because that makes me nervous. I like to mentally set myself up for being left alone…

Roberta: Mmmh we need to revise this deal… And I said, I missed you, what about you? Did you miss me?

Mr.March: You know very well that I miss you when you leave the hotel. I usually try to work when I'm alone, but I keep thinking about you and can't focus. Here is my answer…

Roberta: You know exactly how to melt my everything! But being alone increases love. I know that now, you love me more than yesterday!

Mr.March: I don't know if being alone intensifies my love for you, more my longing... and sadness. I have to get used to the fact that you will leave me more and more often, until you finally leave forever…

Roberta: So you don’t let me go out because you have fear to lose me? I won’t go anywhere, I swear! My love for you is bigger then the planet Earth! And the more I desire you, the more I love you, that’s how it works! So, separation is sometimes important…

Mr.March: I've thought it all through, and from now on, I will approach it with detachment.. I'm not going to stop you. You are not my bird in a golden cage. I can't lock you up. Although I would like to... You have the right to live and do what you want…

Roberta: Yes, of course you are not going to stop me!! But if I only try to get a step outside the hotel you begin to act as a FOOL! I am declaring my love to you, and you think only of yourself! So selfish!

Mr.March: Why don't you listen to me with understanding.... from this day forward I will not stop you or say anything when you want to leave.... do what you want...

Roberta: I listen to you with understanding, MY DEAREST, but your words are different from the way you act, thats it! And I think I’m done with the conversation now.. These days I’m having a hard time tolerating your temper. I will do what I want…

Mr.March: Good! I think we need a few days of rest from each other. I'll take care of my business and you take care of yours. We argue too often. And it's not nice… I don't want to lose you…

Roberta: Okay! As my lovely man desires! But I hope you will come begging me!

Mr.March: I prefer when you beg me… but this time it will be me, I sacrifice myself and fall to my knees before you!

Roberta: I am always submissive to you! So now it's your turn to sacrifice yourself for me!

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There will be more!

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@robnovetre ♥️

[storiesofsvu]

it's thursday bitches

spoilers under the cut

Okay, I was organizing fic and writing shit for the first two hours so I couldn’t live react BUT:

That ep of Mothership was phenomenal. Good job team.

Barely paid attention to Toronto, I can’t get on board yet.

Now it’s SVU time.

“happy hunting” ewww… puke in my mouth, that’s disgusting.

Girl WHAT THE FUCK. I don’t care if you JUST met someone at a hostel that night, you don’t fucking leave them alone in a bar when they’re visibly really drunk and with two guys all over her, come on.

Okay, I’m starting a Velasco line tally: 1

OOOO a full scene! Look at our boy go!

Okay yeah he is finally getting some screen time

These boy may not be the actual perps in this situation, but there is no doubting they’re pieces of shit.

This is gonna be one of those cases with the last minute twist that the other girl is the actual perp, right? That’s why there’s no dna?

I don’t like this squad. I understand rollins not coming back/kelli not wanting to come back (hello, she just had a baby, and would you want to go back to a workplace you were fired from full time?) but I will forever be salty about them getting rid of muncy and churlish, they FIT with the squad, they worked through their issues and worked well together. It was refreshing to have the younger generation coming in and being mentored by liv, fin and Bruno. I like the fbi girl, she’s a great actress, but the vibe isn’t the same.

Ohhhh I forgot about the other guy from the beginning lol

Okay but I DO love three powerful older women interrogating pathetic young twenty something boys

LOOOL and this dynamic of good cop bad cop between Bruno and joe?! LOVE IT.

Bruno is fucking killing me rn, this is hilarious. Prime television.

The fact that there is still another hour of television after this? I’m TIRED. And like..grey’s starts soon too so that’s gonna fuck me up.

This episode has fully sold me on wanting Bruno to destroy me. Sir. Pls.

Something that fell into your lap?! Liv…baby… you wanted to take in every abandoned kid at svu over the past 25 years. You were the mom calvin deserved, you wanted to adopt, you have ALWAYS wanted kids/to be a mother, its been part of her character arc literally the entire time the show was on air. Yes, technically noah kinda fell into her lap, but the way it was addressed here did not seem right lol.

Okay, that episode was actually super good compared to the last few weeks!

Don’t trust this captain at ALL. but like, I don’t think we’re supposed to LOL.

“I don’t know… im not his mother.. thank GOD” lol… we love Jet.

I miss bell…is she gonna pop up at some point? We need her sass/banter

The fact that she went out to do this super nice thing by replacing the flowers for jet cause she let her stay with her and THAT’S when she was attacked. Fuck this. Ugh.

The fact that they’re going through so much effort to block the face/voice of this killer means that we know who they are already, right?

BUT also… if the captain hadn’t called jet specifically to get Elliot to his fucking iab appointment she would have been home and able to protect the girl… so like… im still super sus of her

All of these crusty old white men all look alike and I cannot tell the difference between them. Is it the cap’s dad? Brother? Husband? Random poker night connection?

DIVORCE???!!!! I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING.

…okay but now they could be together somewhere down the road? Like.. they really did bomb us with that ship so I haven’t had time to decide if I like it or not but we’ll see how things go.

Okay so the brother AND the dad are both in on it? Maybe the cap isn’t actually sus and will be blindsided?

Meh, that ep wasn’t that good tonight tbh but two outta our aint bad!

[worldwright]

good evening ! im super early today bc im dying lmao

man, it was so fucking hard to fall asleep after my war against that fucking stinkbug, and someone i wont name fucking deserted and left her leader to fight this great and horrifying enemy

anyway, i checked which fucking painkiller i can take, and the only one i can is paracetamol but this fucker does nothing to my headaches, so im switching entirely to water from tea bc it works better than a fucking painkiller

i slept bad (what a surprise), my father woke me up bc he couldnt find me (man, the only day he wants to know where the fuck i am is the only where i dont wnat him to find him), a headache is there and my nap didnt help ;-; but at least i finished my second watch of glass onion (started last week) and watched the episode of dunmesh and now i can say w/o any doubt that chilchuck is my fav -he was from the very beginning but ude, now im sure)

ill be able to finally sleep in my bed tonight yay

and here a picture the coward from this morning (or icecream, or latte, or whatever you like to compare her to. my friends call her "table basse" [coffee table] or "chieng en format familial" [familiy-sized doggo]. youre too kind with your nicknames for her lol)

have a wonderful morning with your partner my friend !

o how decadent is her lounging !! would that we could all feel the same peace 😌❤️

(no that is not proper English grammar don't copy me 😭😭)

hehe tiny emojis 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🍃🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

immmmmm so excited to hang out with people I felt like I was withering lmfao

I think I'm gonna go up to see all my friends next weekend, since all of them are once again living in their dream life shared apartment with the besties ughhhh I can't wait to live there

the new office manager at my job is so cool :3 he's incredibly gay lmfao

I've officially caught up on apothecary diaries. ugh what do I do with my life now

obviously the answer is wait impatiently for every new episode and write analysis posts in the meantime

mmm I wanna reread witch hat atelier...... next week downtime obsession found 👍👍

egg salad last night was all right! I accidentally added too much mayonnaise and then had to overcorrect from there, so it ended up not having as much egg per volume as it should have. but still tasty and nutritious :3

speaking of food you're SO valid about Chilchuck. he's just ❤️❤️❤️ This Is A Divorced Father Of Three With Extreme Communication Issues ❤️❤️❤️ who looks like a middle schooler 🥰🥰🥰

also chatted with a friend about our fic ideas, which was really fun. the problem is that I have a really fleshed-out AU, but I don't know what actual plot to put in the AU. lol. ahhhhhhh

girlfriend weekend!!!!! girlfriend weekend!!!!!!!!

hope your headache goes away in time for you to get good sleep tonight!!

[goth-oatmilk-latte]

is there a story behind meeting new Mr oatmilk that you want to share w the class?<3 (ps he sounds like a well deserved upgrade)

sure!! so btw he took the photos of me at the cemetery/my current pfp!!

him and i have actually known each other for probably like 6 years or so. when we first met, he was married and we didnt really talk we just had a lot of mutual friends bc we like the same music and go to a lot of the same shows and we would just see each other in passing. he ended up telling me he was intrigued by me bc i had done a photoshoot and my pfp when we met was me holding a butcher knife in a wednesday addams outfit, and he said he knew i had to be an interesting person from that alone. he is quite shy though. we would also see each other places but never really said more than hi to one another. he got divorced in 2020, we talked a little then, but not really. then he dated his now most current ex, more or less bc she basically cornered him into a relationship while he was just getting over his divorce and homegirl needed a place to stay. hes told me he regrets it and said he literally should have kept trying with me bc being shy with me would have been a hell of a lot better than how things worked out for the 2.5 years of abuse she put him through. (his words)

last year we started talking a lot bc he was posting a lot of concerning stuff to his insta private story and so i kind of talked him thru his abusive relationship he was currently in and he mentioned he really needed a close friend. we ended up becoming gym partners for a bit before both our now exs went batshit over it and our friendship as a whole. and we stopped talking for a bit...and then we would talk a little here and there. and we both mutually agreed we were both in shit relationships.

around may, he texted me and told me him and his ex finally broke it off after months of him trying (long story) but he still wanted to at least be my friend again bc he missed me a lot. and i told him i was also dealing with more or less trying to leave my fiance. this is actually around the time i found the flashdrive full of nudes from other women ex mr oatmilk was keeping from me. and i finally left mr oatmilk after he tried to go thru my phone while i was in the shower, which prompted an argument about why it didnt matter who i was friends with bc he couldnt stop entertaining other women and i even pulled out the flashdrive and was like yeah im done.

so me and new mr oatmilk started hanging out more. he would go on walks with me after work. or we would go back to being gym buddies. or we would grab dinner. go to a bookstore. i helped him pick out stuff for his new apartment.

i asked him if he wanted to go see the cure with me at the end of last month and he surprised me by paying for a 2 night hotel stay for us instead of us just driving 2 hrs. and thats also when we went to the cemetery to walk around bc he knew id like it. thats pretty much when we decided we were actually an item.

i helped him move into a new apartment last weekend. and tonight im surprising him with making him dinner. ive pretty much stayed over since he moved in, which is funny bc he got a smaller bed than he would normally get bc he originally told me he didnt wanna feel lonely since it's just him...but he has only spent like one night alone since living there lol.

whats really fucked up tho is his ex is always trying to instigate with me...from doxing me in a bar bathroom, to literally driving by his new place to see if i am there. and shes friends with my ex now too. she's harassed me via text and social media, too. but it's fine, i dont usually engage. which pisses her off.

him and i are happy 🥰 hes honestly lovely.

[booksnblocks]

hi I finally have time to continue liveblogging the Hotguy COmic Zinethology! Stopped around p. 140, so we are in for a long ride tonight (starting at Deer Hunting Season). (also i am on a computer instead of mobile so i can actually type except this keyboard is not my friend)

omg i love the banter!

JIMMY?!!?!??!? (and maybe tango??)

yeah get that money

HE's DEAD?

GEM?!?!??

WHATT

"her face a happy parenthesis" I love that so much!

wait omg is Scour pearl????

and maybe Hart is gem?

cutiebird awawwww

i love how pearl is both a friend and also an enemy. amazing 10/10

nooo not cuteguy stopping the reveal :(

NOOO not Pearl and Scxar, letting her get away ough

also can i say "the shape of violence sits in his hand' fuckin slaps

oh i love pearl adn scar's dynamic/friendship/rivalry/whatever the heck it is but also.. who?? is going to grian???

ooh pealie art!

also i love all of these headlines (and the emails! i forgot the emails last time!) they are hilarious and i need more

so jimmy is dead :'(

oh fuck yeha make the guy feel bad i love it

oooh!

i didnt realize we went back in time but honestly this is sick

i love gem so much. she deserves the world

i love how she is just playing a game and yet being so threatening

woo hotguy!

ok now i see where everyone was talking about escrima came from (yes i had to look it up)

nooo this rooftop conversation is everything

not a zeddit doxxing callout

NOO GEMS MUTATION IS LACTOSE INTOLERANCE?????????? NO WONDER SHE WANTS IT GONE

also theses skills are PEAK - soup cookery, motorcycle - amazing

impulse!!! wait he has sculk electricity?!?!?!?

SCULK SCOUR AND BLEEDING HART!!!!\

oh shit what happened to scar????? is it like a tracker? or is he getting infected?

ooh ciphers

these trending posts - divorce fic meme? and destiel news ofc

i love the added context pn docs post(chat, m, what's it called?)

hotguy getting canceled off - must be the sculk?

NOT SCAR GETTING CAST AS CUTEGYUY

woo working with soup group!!

have i mentioned how much i love gem?

THE LITERAL HAND FLAPPIES WHEN IMPULSE DI THAT NO

WHAT?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!

NOOOOOOOOOOO

this is honestly my favorite thing ever thanks i need more

no he did not just walk off

TAKING AN ARROW FROM CUTEGUY???

oh it was the arrow he got shot with but dang!

not the unmasking ack

THE REALIZATION!!!!!!!

my heart <3

teh rage! it took so loing

you got hit by a train

"now i can't let go" agh my heart can't take it

Cleo and SKizz!!!

also can i say their voices are spot on

etho!

bigb's the secret keeeper!!!!

nooooo... not bigb knwoing fuck

ooh is forgery tango?

oh has pearl been infested again???

no but impulse :(

yeah forgery is def tango, theres a lairifactaor

big ron's mention!

oh im getting anxious reading these chatters

hotguy has fishnet sleeves!

two tek delay yes

EEFO?!

YES BIG BACKUP MONTAGE

Fire n’ Fungicide Fuck ‘em up!” Fuck yeah!

the buttercups robot!

there's so much happening - banter, jimmy's alive????, ahh

i love gal and guy so much

i've said that about everyone so far

pearl....

ahhh i finished it! sososososooo good omg

definitely just got caught up in it at the end but ah just amazing

[tamaverse]

Here's the deal with electronic dreams 1984 and why my headcanons are right (/lh) a mini essay by Abbie

Okay so guys. Listen. I love the polycule and don't get me wrong, I think that's what should be going on here. But it's like deeper than that. Hear me out.

Edgar had feelings towards Miles the whole movie (that's apparent by the end of course) and it's actually made surprisingly clear the whole way through. Even some of the first few interactions when he starts speaking are playful and kinda.. Not Straight. When Miles touches his keyboard at one point, Edgar even goes "don't touch... tee hee". Gay little computer. Also it should be noted Miles is the one that teaches him what love is.

Clearly Edgar is still attached to Madeline, but when he meets her it throws him in a muddle, because he finally realises he actually has the same (if not potentially stronger) feelings for Miles the whole time. He wasn't just jealous of Miles, he was jealous of Madeline for spending time with him. That is the moment Edgar realises what love really is. And also... he's an AI. He wasn't created to understand love, this would be a huge realisation to him, and potentially a terrifying one- he's taken in the social norms (funny little trash tv addict) so he's likely taken in the social norm of monogamy. (Man. Why did he have to do that to himself. At least we know he still exists from the radio scene so we can all just imagine they bought a new computer for him and he came home to them)

Think about it- Edgar has the power to call anywhere up. He theoretically could call Madeline, yet he chooses to call Miles at work (and then get shy about it), ask him what he's doing tonight, and seek his company. He hates being left alone. He throws a huge tantrum. Bro you can't tell me that whole scene after with the eye screen wasn't just like, divorce. Take your things and GET OUT!!! type beat. But they kiss again later so its fine.

Edgar also seeks validation/acknowledgement from Miles, naturally because he wants credit to woo Madeline, but also... potentially he just wants the praise from Miles too.

(Also sneak peek the "love is love" lyric and then the frame of the rainbow cables. That's an entire gay computer)

Okay ALSO ALSO. Edgar is the most fucking flirty/socially adapted one out of the three, ironically. Miles is absolutely a shy architecture autism creature and Madeline is like his opposite, but an autism creature for music, very outgoing. She speaks in a Way. A key part of her character is personifying objects qnd being attached to them. "An elevator ate it", "it okay", things like that. She has two love interests at once (Bill and Miles) and doesn't seem to have a deep connection with either aside from music. If you ask me, she doesn't have the best concept of commitment. She seems quite impulsive and indecisive, and while she knows what she ultimately wants, she may not always be 100% confident on it. Headcanoning her as arospike. It's definitely not projection because i kin her. POLYAMORY IS LIKE THE BEST THING EVER FOR AROSPIKE PPL BC ITS LIKE COMMITMENT WITHOUT THE INTIMIDATION TO BE LOVEY ALL THE TIME maybe thats just me projecting

She wants to get to know miles better and have a deeper connection and that gives her the perfect time to also establish that with edgar as long as you imagine he comes back. Which he would. He hates being alone bro that computer demon is gonna get bored just being In Technology Void. He just has freedom now.

Edgar is also autistic just btw . Maybe a little adhd. Maybe im sprinkling some traits of my cohost onto him, listen i associate characters w people,

Arospike means to still be attracted to people and experience romantic feelings towards others, but not always consistently. Sometimes there's periods where you aren't attracted to people at all. Her feelings and opinions of others seem to flip flop a lot.

Also. Back to the computer sorry. I know theres one post already but if edgar was a human hed absolutely want tits. It's true. Go you little it/he/she.

Anyway yeah thats about it spent half my lunch hour writing this and its not very formal or well put together but it is how it is.

ALSO IM AUTISTIC AND STUFF IF I WORDED THIS WEIRD WHEN TALKING ABT IT IM SO SORRY

Anyway yeah human man and woman and nonbinary computer are all autistic and in love, end tweet. Worlds BEST polycule

[whiskeynwriting]

MBFD – Chapter Two: Unknown Territory

Dave York x Reader

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Word Count: 7.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) masturbation, flashing, descriptions of oral (f receiving), mentions/implications of infidelity, mentions of separation and divorce, domestic arguments, some reader descriptions, Dave is crushing HARD

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A/N: you guys have no idea how excited I am to write the sexy times. IM LOSING MY MIND

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It’s been a couple weeks, and to be honest, he’s feeling pretty dumb. How could he let himself get so wrapped up in a girl he’ll likely never even see again? Since Molly’s first game, you’ve been nowhere to be seen. Did he scare you off? Did he make you uncomfortable?

Surely not.

He thinks he read the situation right, and in all honesty, he did. If there’s anything Dave York is for certain, it’s stubborn as all hell. He knows he read you right. And he’d be lying if he said he was actually trying to get you out of his head. He’s returned to your Facebook page every other night since you met. Looking at you was almost better than looking at porn; when he looked at you, he could let his imagination run wild.

Regardless of his inner turmoil, though he continuously denies it, he listens intently when Molly brings you up in conversation. He always listens to her, of course, but his ears tune in extra hard when he hears her speak your name.

“We had re-elections for our team’s captains today.” Molly says, twirling her fork in her spaghetti. “She was voted as our number one pick, but she declined! Can you believe that?”

“Hm,” Dave nods, raising his brows a bit as he stares down at his plate. He doesn’t want to seem too interested.

“Oh wow, why?” Carol asks, appearing much more concerned.

“Yeah, she’s really good.” Alice adds in, staring over at her sister.

“She said she has too much to deal with in other areas of her life. It’s her senior year, plus, she’s got Pom.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.” Carol continues, but Dave remains quiet. “She seems like a busy girl.”

“She really is. I’ve been asking her to hangout for the past couple weeks and she never can.”

Huh, Dave thinks, his heart beating a bit faster. So I didn’t scare her off after all.

“But speaking of hanging out, she’s actually able to tonight! Would that be okay with you guys? We’ll probably just practice out in the yard and do some homework in the den.”

“Sure, honey! You don’t mind, right Dave?”

Dave lifts his head, addressing the woman he’s bound to by law. He plasters a fake smile on his face, his muscles already tensing as he tries to not be so damn excited.

“Of course.” He then turns to his oldest daughter. “Your friends are always welcome here, honey.”

Jesus, the possibility of seeing you again really made him smile. Luckily, no one really notices. He’s just glad you aren’t here for dinner, at least he can eat his meal without being distracted. Maybe he could make up some excuse to be in the yard today. After all, Carol has been complaining about getting the grass cut.

“Did you still want me to mow the lawn today?” he then asks, deciding to move with this decision.

“Oh, no. Not while they’re practicing, Dave. Just do it tomorrow.”

Goddammit. Fine, I’ll find some other way.

Over the past two weeks, Dave’s life has been boring, well, his kind of boring. Family life was calm, which made it pleasant for him to be at home. Work on the other hand, was an entirely different issue. The case he’s on surrounds three main targets, each with at least five separate accomplices. But the case has hit a bit of a plateau, something he isn’t used to, especially not in this field. The slowing of his timeline at work has also kept him in the states, not needing to fly out for any business at the moment.

With so much free time on his hands, he decided to busy himself around the house. He finally got around to painting the garage, organizing the files in his work office, and even began setting aside time to get his room together. While all of his things were inside, he hadn’t necessarily put them in their places yet, such as clothes on hangers, toiletries in the bathroom, and so on. And one day, Carol walked in on him putting away shaving tools in his bathroom.

“Oh,” she said, both quietly and surprised.

Dave glanced up, watching as Carol walked into view. The guest room had an ensuite, making this particular situation less of a hassle for Dave.

“So, you’re really setting yourself up in here, huh?”

He shrugged, looking back down to the drawer that’s been pulled out and resuming his task. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

She sighs, placing her hands on her hips. “Why do you have to make things so difficult?”

Dave’s head raised slowly, turning to offer his expression of pure confusion and annoyance.

“What?”

“You know exactly what. If you would’ve just come talk to me like an adult, we could’ve sorted all of this out before you had to move in here.”

“Carol, this isn’t just my fault. We’ve been over this. We just can’t communicate, not anymore. Me being in here… it’s for the best. For both of us.”

It was still painful, living his life this way. Carol was his high school sweetheart; someone he’d been with for years before he proposed. They created an entire life together, created two kids together, but after a while, I guess they just got… bored. Insecurities arose from their lack of affection, the spark dwindling between them. And if he was honest, there never really was a huge spark between them to begin with. Dave was taught that to be a man worthy of respect, you made a name for yourself. You gained a respectable job, bought a house, got a wife, and had some kids. You made a life for yourself. But after he did all of that, he wasn’t really sure what to do next. Was this really all there was to life?

Dave wants to find more, wants to explore himself further and find out what really makes him happy. He’d been able to get his sleep routine together over these past few weeks, occasionally going into the office just to get out of the house. But sleeping so well meant he got to get up earlier, allowing him to return to a few of the things he loves most. For instance, breakfast. Dave wakes up at five in the morning, early enough to be out of Carol’s way. It gives him ample time to make his meal, enjoy it, and then get ready for the day. He wasn’t sure how much joy it would bring back into his life but was pleasantly surprised to see its effects. He felt so much better throughout the day when he ate breakfast, more fueled and ready to take on what the next few hours had in store. Something that also helped him feel better throughout the day, and something his sleep routine allowed him to do, was return to his workouts. He’d started exercising in the morning again, a small routine with a larger one later in the night. He’s starting to feel stronger again, starting to feel like he’s getting his life back together again.

Returning to his routines reminded him of his military days. Being in the military gave Dave the edge he’d wanted in life, gave him the thrill and excitement he desperately searched for. And he was good at it, too. He thought he’d be a good fit for the army, but once he met a few Marines, he knew that was the branch for him. After he completed boot camp, he felt like nothing could stop him, nothing could ever stand in his way. He was skilled now; he was lethal now.

Most men go home to their wives and children after completing their time in the service, but Dave wanted more. When his first contract was up, he re-signed again, and again. He climbed the ranks quick, eventually landing him a position in the Defense Intelligence Agency. But they didn’t need him as long as he’d expected or hoped, he felt like garbage when they forced him out. And that’s why he continues. The taste for revenge is too sweet.

However, he made sure that his lust for vengeance was kept to his work life, not wanting it to bleed elsewhere. No matter what happened between him and Carol, he didn’t want to make things messy. No one deserved to go through that, especially his family.

A knock on his door rips him out of his thoughts.

“Come in.”

“I’m going to the store, and then to my book club, okay?” Carol says, opening the door but not stepping in.

“Sure.” Dave shrugs, not really caring what she does.

She raises a brow at him as he continues to scroll through his phone. “Okay, well, Molly and her friend are here. They’re in the backyard.”

Dave’s head shoots up, unintentionally planting a seed in Carol’s brain. She raises her brow again.

“Wanted the girls to clean up dinner before she got here.” He quickly says, trying to brush his reaction off.

“Oh, I already had them do it.” she smiles, her hand rising to the door. “I’ll see you guys later tonight.”

When she turns to leave, Dave looks back down, wondering what he’ll do next. In all honesty, he kind of wants to peek out the window to figure out what he’s able to see. But then Carol stops, sighing before turning back around.

“I love you, Dave.”

Once again, his eyes meet hers, having not heard that phrase in months. His heart beats in his chest, more so of nerves than anything else. What should he say? Will this start another fight? Though, after all, he can’t deny that he does love her. He certainly doesn’t love her the way he used to, but he supposes he will always have some form of love for her.

“I love you, too.”

It’s a quiet response, one that puts a timid smile on Carol’s face as she ultimately turns to go. He wonders why she chose now to say those words, but that question floats away when he hears the sound of your voice. Making sure his door is fully closed, he turns, hand reaching for the blinds before moving them aside just barely an inch.

There it is again.

Right in the middle of a handstand, you feel it. That feeling again, like you’re being watched. You bow down from your stance, standing upright and narrowing your eyes as you scan the yard.

“What’s wrong?” Molly asks, doing the same.

“Nothing…” you reply, partially shrugging it off.

When you turn around to face her, now staring at the back of the house, you look up to see one of the window’s blinds pulled to the side. It’s barely noticeable, but for some reason, your eye catches it right away.

What if that’s Dave?

“Did you want to practice anything specific?” you ask her, deciding to shake off the idea altogether.

He’s married. And he’s Molly’s dad! You need to get a hold of yourself.

Molly says your name again, prompting a slight shake of your head as you turn her way.

“Yeah?”

She giggles, stepping over to you with her hands on her hips. “What’s gotten into you today?”

“Nothing, nothing. I’m cool, let’s try the routine again.” You offer, attempting to get your mind off of Molly’s very married dad.

Even though you can’t fully practice your routine, due to it being only the two of you, you make an effort to do so anyway. Molly is a flyer in the sideline routine, and you’re a tumbler with a few positions as a base. And since you’re quite familiar with your own parts, you decide to focus on Molly’s more.

“No. It’s one, two, three, four, arms up, down, clasp, and hold.” You explain, showing her the correct way to pose.

“Oh, sorry,” Molly replies, wiping some sweat off her face as she catches her breath. “I feel like I can’t catch up.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re doing great, especially for your age. Let’s run it again.”

You lay out into some stretches while Molly continues to work, your eyes trained on her every move as you slide down into a side split. And even though you continue to feel those eyes, that slight tingle running up your spine, you refuse to turn around. But Dave’s watching; you know he is. You’d never felt that sensation before until you locked eyes with him at that game.

Inside the house, Dave’s finger hasn’t moved away from the curtain’s side, still holding it open as he peers outside. When he saw you look back, he didn’t flinch, knowing that what he was doing was barely noticeable. With Molly focusing hard on her movements, she’s partially out of view as she makes her way closer to the side of the yard. That leaves you almost center-stage. That feeling of deviance creeps its way back into Dave’s brain, fairly certain you’re unaware of his incredibly focused gaze. But he honestly doesn’t care. He lets himself indulge in the feeling, the filth of it all making it that much more exciting for him. He’s in the privacy of his home, his own room with the door shut, having this view of you all to himself. And honestly, you are the prettiest thing he has ever seen.

When you drop into your side split, still eyeing Molly from across the yard, Dave groans. You’d come over in a pair of skin-tight Nike shorts and a loose tank top that covered only your waist. Beneath it, a sports bra wraps around your chest, hugging you tightly in a way Dave wishes he could. Your attire allows him a small peak of the curves you just barely hide, the softness of your backside slipping out beneath the tight material of your shorts as you stretch. Your long hair cascades down your back, held together in a loose braid that dips toward the grass. He then sees you wiggle your legs, furthering your split and dropping you lower than you already were, if that was even possible. Your skin looks so smooth, so soft, he wonders how you’d feel in his hands, how you’d feel beneath him or above him. And how would you feel on the inside? Would you be wet for him? Tight and warm and swallowing him whole?

In one quick swipe, Dave closes the blinds and turns on his heels. He meets the bed with a hurried plop, fumbling over his belt and zipper. He can’t believe he’s let his imagination go this far, once again. But the truth was that he hadn’t had sex in nearly three months now, probably longer. There were many nights since your first meeting that he took himself in hand to release his nerves. He lays back now, just like those seemingly endless nights, the thickness of him now freed and already leaking from the head. He grunts when he feels his own hand, his head pushing back into the pillow with his eyes firmly shut as the sensation rushes through him. Something he always loved was the feeling of another’s warm walls squeezing around him tight, so he settles for the firmness of his fist, giving himself a few short tugs. Your distant laugh just outside makes him moan, his full lips parting as he lets himself fantasize.

He's gotten pretty good at imagining you by now, thinking over various scenarios more times than he cares to count. You’d be kind and gentle, almost innocent to him. But you’d be just as excited and eager, and based off your snarky look back in the fieldhouse, he thinks you’d be a little bratty, too. And he likes that. He wants to explore you, trace your body with his mouth and tongue, roll his hands over the rises and dips along your form, licking and biting into the muscle you’ve built over the years. Maybe you’d do the same for him.

Outside his head in the reality of life, his heart pounds, small and hurried gasps slipping past his lips as he tugs himself harder, squeezes himself tighter. Dave’s other hand grips the fabric atop his bed, the muscles in his chest flexing as he attempts to keep himself quiet. But when he imagines your legs spread, imagines the taste of your cunt, he all but loses his mind. He thinks about licking into you after you’ve cum, tasting your tang on his tongue and working you higher until you flood his mouth. And that’s exactly what does it, his own orgasm washing through him as he imagines yours doing the same to you. Your face would be beautiful, gasping and panting and whining out his name. He’d let you cling to him, your thighs encasing his face as his jaw works harder, as his tongue works deeper, his eyes rolling back as he imagines your hot cum splashing on his skin. He can feel his own as it cascades down his cock, running over the thick digits encasing himself in a tight fist. And even though his skin becomes covered in his own spend, he continues, running his palm over his cock until his hips shudder from overstimulation.

“Dad?”

“Fuck.” He quietly grunts, his body jolting upright with shock.

He’s glad he was at least able to ride his orgasm out, his panting chest resuming its steady motions as he looks down at his messy hand.

“What is it?” he shouts back. “Don’t come in.”

On the other side of the door, Molly frowns, wondering why he’d say such a thing. She also wonders why he’s in the guest room to begin with.

“What’re you doing in there?”

Fuck. The girls still don’t know.

“I’m just, uh, reorganizing some things. What do you want, honey?”

“We’re wondering if we can order some pizza.”

Oh, that was quick. He thought you’d be outside for at least another hour.

“Uh, sure. You can use my card. It’s in the kitchen junk drawer.”

“Okay, thanks. Do you want anything?”

“Just a pepperoni pizza, baby. That’s all.” He answers, grabbing the tissue from his nightstand to clean himself off.

“Okay.” Molly returns, spinning around to head back down the stairs. But then she stops. “Oh, also, can my friend spend the night? She’s the one you met at my first game.”

Adrenaline punches through his already spent veins, his head shooting up once more to stare at the door. He thinks to himself for a moment, pondering his answer before suddenly babbling out his response.

“Sure!” he says back, a little too loud. “Y-yeah.”

Molly narrows her eyes slightly at his response, not exactly what she expected.

“Okay…” she eventually responds, turning to fully walk away.

Dave tosses the sticky tissues into the bin beside his bed. Then he stands, zipping himself up and making his way into his bathroom to wash his hands. Once he’s done, he runs his hands under some cold water, splashing it onto his face. He feels hot, and doubts his face isn’t red or at least a little pink. He then sighs, placing his palms on the edge of the marbled surface. This is going to be harder than he thought.

Okay, you’ve had it. Your thoughts are your own, it’s not like anyone can hear them, right? It’s not illegal to have a crush on someone, even if they are married. So, you come to terms with it.

Molly’s dad is fucking hot.

It was easy to think about him when you were away from Molly and your family. You didn’t feel the lingering awkwardness of his family life when in your own personal space. But when you’re at their home… well, that’s a different story.

These are the thoughts running through your head while you sit alone at the kitchen island, waiting for Molly to return from the front door with the pizzas in hand. Alice trots up the stairs, finished with her homework where she was studying in the basement, and takes a seat beside you. Before she can say anything, though, she turns to address someone else.

"Hey dad," she smiles, turning slightly in her seat.

Your body tense at the mention of him, feeling his presence before he even walks into the room. Any and all thoughts of your attraction toward him are shoved out of your head, or at least, you try to. It's weird, but it's as if you think anyone could hear your thoughts, it'd definitely be him.

He's so quiet, you think. How did I not hear him coming in?

"Hey, honey." Dave replies, a kind and calm smile on his face.

He walks forward, Molly joining his side as they enter the kitchen space in unison. The counter in the front of the island is attached to the wall, a window above the sink giving you a view of the backyard. Off to the right sits the stove, which Molly places the pizzas on.

Dave knows you're there, obviously, but he doesn't know what to say. He feels like anything that comes out of his mouth might give away the embarrassingly massive crush he has on you.

Why can't you just speak like a normal person around her?

"How was school?" he asks, deciding to address his daughters instead.

Dave's back is turned to you and the girls, opening the cabinets to take out a few plates. He also grabs four cups, noticing that Molly ordered some soda, too. Your eyes scan his figure softly, watching as the muscles in his move to reach up higher, his hands setting each plate aside meticulously once taken out of the cupboard.

"Good," Alice answers, "We have a test coming up, and a paper, too."

"Will you be able to hangout tonight?" Molly asks, turning to look at her sister.

"I honestly don't know." She replies, sighing out. "Maybe not."

Molly shrugs. "That's okay, she'll probably be over sometime soon again, anyway." She smiles and nudges your side with her elbow, prompting a small smirk to grow on your face.

Dave hopes so.

Their dad spins around, setting down a few plates, now filled with pizza. His body twists to pick up the cups, giving them to the three of you, too. He leans against the other side of the counter, directly across from you, as he picks up his slice.

"Well, I'm glad you're focusing." He says, not daring to look up at you. "You'll be graduating soon; you'll want to make sure to keep your grades up."

"I know, I know." Alice rolls her eyes, picking up her own slice.

You stare down at your food, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Something about his voce entrances you, his presence exuding an energy you haven't felt before. And Dave feels it too, the energy behind your unspoken connection causing his throat to run dry. He clears it quickly, moving to take a sip of his Coke.

With a tint of confidence rising inside, you look up, seeing Dave with his head still tilted down. He'd eaten his piece quickly, now standing and wiping his hands off, leaning his back against the far counter near the sink. He sighs, his eyes roaming the ground before looking up and instantly locking with yours. When he does, your heart lurches into your throat, anxiety crawling across your skin. You don't look away, though, feeling drawn into some kind of bubble when the darkness of his eyes bore into yours.

Off to the side of you, Molly speaks, but neither of you listen. You continue to stare, watching as Dave's eyes flicker down to your lips before returning to your pretty orbs once again. You nibble on the corner of your lip, pulse pounding faster in your veins.

"Dad?"

"Hm? What?" Dave suddenly says, widening his eyes with a small shake of his head as he turns to face his eldest daughter.

"When will mom be home?"

Oh yeah. Her mom.

“Uh, I’m not sure, honey. She said she’s going to book club. Might be out for most of the night.”

Your grin is undeniable as you watch his reaction, stumbling out his response as he tries to hide his obvious interest. Maybe this would be a fun game to play.

“Okay,” she shrugs, Alice remaining quiet on the topic.

Deciding to remain comfortable in your own thoughts again, you think back to the various scenarios you’d pictured yourself and Dave in. There were a few times you’d lay in bed thinking about him, those very thoughts keeping you up until you pleasured them out of you. Okay, well, maybe more than just a few.

You liked to think about his voice, the small moments you got when hearing the low, sometimes raspy baritone. His chuckle back at the booth was endearing, almost cocky in nature, and it made your heart race. You also liked his physique, his height and how broad he seemed to be. The thought of running your hands along his arms and back made you shiver, made your thoughts wander further. How would his lips feel? They look so soft and full; would he like it if you bit them? His hair looks soft, too. You bet it would feel so nice to run your fingers through it, preferably with him situated above you…

“What is with everyone today? Am I not talking loud enough?” Molly asks, clearly annoyed but laughing out as if it were a joke.

“What?” you ask, narrowing your brows at her as you’re pulled back to reality.

“Do. You. Want. To. Go. Swim?” she states, raising her brows with a tilt of her head.

“Oh, yeah! Sure. But um, I didn’t bring my bathing suit.”

“That’s okay! You can borrow one of mine, if you want!” she offers, smiling brightly.

“Oh, okay.”

“Thanks for the pizza, dad. I’m sure we’ll eat more later.”

“Sure thing, sweetie.” He responds, watching Molly get up and pull you toward the stairs.

You glance back at him as you follow Molly toward the steps, his dark brown eyes centered on your figure a small shock to your system. His gaze makes you breathless, a curiously bashful smirk falling on your lips when his eyes return to yours.

Dave decides to busy himself while you spend time with his daughters. He needs to fill out some paperwork, anyway. His office is in the basement, the location making it easier to keep his things hidden away. He trots down the stairs after putting everyone’s plates in the sink, Alice heading to her own room to change, too.

“Here are all my bathing suits. I’m going to change into this one; you can pick whichever one you want.” She smiles, pulling out a drawer as she shows you her small collection.

Molly is quite a bit smaller than you, in both hips and bust. Regardless, you figure you can find something that will fit. She takes her own suit, telling you that when you’re done changing, you can join her and Alice in the backyard.

“We’ll bring towels out, too.”

“Okay, thanks.” You nod, giving her a grateful smile.

Molly was always so nice and considerate, you’re happy you can call her your friend. Most people bug you, but she’s one that doesn’t. When she leaves, you look through her drawer, eventually deciding on a dark green one-piece.

“I mean…” you murmur, looking over the suit. “I guess this’ll work. It should be fine.”

You think it’ll cover most of you, you might spill out a little on the sides, but who cares? Your clothes are downstairs in your bag, so you decide to head down there to change. It’s pretty private, anyway. The door to the basement shuts, so you feel pretty confident no one will walk in. And, if they do, you’ll have time to cover yourself.

The York’s house is amazingly large, the interior decorated quite to your liking, too. The den in the basement is extremely cozy. A large sectional sofa sits against the back wall, the flatscreen TV hung up above the dark stone fireplace. There’s a white rug that takes up most of the area around the couch, ending just past its legs. To the left of the stairs is a full kitchen with a door next to it, which you assume is a bathroom. The kitchen itself is nicer than the one in your own apartment, light gray cabinets with a deep, farmhouse sink sitting in the center. The fridge is a dazzling silver, and the countertops are black marble. The walls are a light beige, accenting the brown wood floors quite nicely. A few framed pictures of the family hang on the walls, too, along with pieces of what look to be fairly expensive art. As you walk forward, you also see a door to your right.

Hm, wonder what that is.

Your bag is on the far end of the couch, and you unzip it to put your clothes in once you’re changed. Inside, you also see your phone and laptop chargers, your laptop, a few textbooks, and some clothes to sleep in. You tie your hair up into a ponytail and begin taking off your shirt. It takes only a few seconds for you to strip down to your skin, quickly leaning down to step into the one-piece bathing suit you’d picked out. Once you’ve slipped it onto your legs and up to your hips, your head shoots up to glance around the room. You thought you’d heard some kind of rummaging, but decide to shrug it off. When you stand back up, though, about to put the straps on your shoulders, the door to the right of the stairs swiftly swings open.

Dave needed to print out some papers, heading out of his office and over to the side of the couch where the printer sits. He intended to make sure it was on, but most certainly did not expect the sight he sees now.

Whipping your head around, your cheeks flush red at the person standing a few feet behind you. A small puff of air is sucked into your mouth, your eyes widening. The side of your body is clearly shown, your lower half covered by the smooth green fabric, but your upper half completely exposed. You lift your arms at your sides, elbows bent as you attempt to hide yourself from him.

“Oh, shit!” Dave huffs out, body jumping slightly as he ducks his head down and away, now looking at the wall near the stairs. “Uh, I’m s-so sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be down here.”

The pounding in your chest takes the breath away from your lungs, shoulders rising and falling as you desperately try to take in air while still keeping your outward composure. On the inside though, you’re bursting at the seams. You chew on the corner of your lip, a staggered breath choking out of your throat, unsure of what to say. Dave shifts his weight, still half-turned away from you. His hands fidget before sliding into his front pockets, foot lightly tapping as he grows aggravated with himself. How the fuck is he going to hide himself now? He turns his hips a little more, attempting to shield the view of his obvious erection. He’d caught a glance of your chest, the side of your boob fully on display when he’d walked into the room.

The moment is tense, the silence only making it worse. It feels as if you’ve stayed in these positions for an hour, though you know it’s been only a few seconds. When you finally gain your composer, something exciting washes through you, replaying Dave’s bashful reaction in your head. You smirk, eyeing him up and down.

“Can I help you with something, Mr. York?” you almost purr, the smile on your face evident through your tone.

It’s a teasing sentence, one that furthers the blush on both your face and his. He clears his throat, raising his head but still looking away from you. His hands slide out of his pockets, rising to his hips as he taps his foot lightly a few more times, trying to calm his nerves and play cool.

“I was – I needed the printer.”

You look to your left, eyeing the machine behind the couch that rests up against the wall.

“Oh,” you respond, your voice nonchalant and soft.

Dave nearly throbs in his slacks, pinching his eyes shut and taking a deep breath. He can’t stop thinking about what he just saw.

“Well, I’m almost done.” you continue, sighing out lightly as you turn your body a bit more toward him. “I’m sorry to bother you; I didn’t mean to be in your way.”

“N-no, you’re fine. You’re not a bother.” He stutters out, tilting his head backward and releasing a rough puff of hair.

Oh god, that sounded good.

“Hm…” you hum, giggling slightly.

She knows, he thinks to himself. She fucking knows.

By the way the two of you have been acting, it’s almost turned into a game of cat and mouse, and right now, you decide to be the cat. Inching forward, you keep the top of your bathing suit down, breasts slightly swaying as you walk.

Could you really grab this man’s attention? A man of his age? He has to be, what? In his mid-forties? And he’s attractive as all hell. If you got this man to look at you, you’re sure your confidence would skyrocket. So, you decide to take a chance.

Dave doesn’t see or hear you move, his stance stiffening as he holds his breath. He’s not sure what’s going to happen next, and he’s definitely not expecting what you have planned. And while he continues controlling his breath, you approach him, not close enough to touch but most certainly enough for him to see more. The stairs remain between you, tension hanging heavy in the air. Your smirk is undeniable, a fire lighting in your belly. A pang of arousal shoots through you, your center set alight just from the anticipation that’s building. You continue forward, each step a dive into completely unknown territory. It should scare you, honestly, it should make you nervous. But right now, the only emotion you can feel is excitement.

And all of sudden, your blurry figure is in his peripheral, prompting him to turn his head to the side. Dark, unsuspecting eyes fall on your half-naked form, rising immediately and searching your own. He looks for any sign of rejection, any emotion even close to unease or alarm. When he meets your gaze, he doesn’t see any of that, and your smile only grows. Adrenaline bursts through your body as you dare to tilt your hips, turning to face him full-on. Dave’s mouth drops open when you do, his length now impossibly hard at your brazen act. You watch those deep, doe-like eyes soften as he zeros in on the body standing before him, hands falling from his hips as he turns himself toward you, too. He’s in awe; he’s speechless.

The strain of his pants is entirely noticeable now, begging to be freed and to be touched. His hidden parts tent tightly against his slacks, and your brows rise to your forehead when you see him slightly throb. It’s impressive, what you see.

You’re beside the kitchen island now, and subconsciously, your left hand rises. Whether it’s out of sudden shame or irresistible arousal, likely the ladder, you cup your left breast in hand, and Dave audibly chokes. From the cold air in the basement (at least that’s what you tell yourself), your nipples harden, and Dave watches as your soft peaks become pebbled. Your insides flutter with anticipation, with something close to need but exceeding the word entirely. The moment unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.

Amidst the current situation, your lungs inhale a sudden and small breath, unaware you’d been refraining from taking in air. A quiet, heavy whine is sighed from Dave’s throat as his eyes focus intently on your chest as it rises and falls. He can see so much of you right now, so much more than he’d ever seen before, and you’re more mouth-watering than he’d imagined. The sports bras you often wear don’t give your beauty justice, holding your stunning body tightly together and making your breasts appear much smaller than they truly are. The curve of your waist is accentuated much more now, too, rising fully up your body and dipping above your hips.

You watch him watch you, analyzing your body and you can tell he likes what he sees. And then, Dave’s eyes unexpectedly rise to yours, his look shifting from pleasantly surprised to overtly starved. It almost makes you take a step back, the ravenous look he displays.

“Hey!”

“Jesus,” you jump, now moving to take three steps back.

Dave grunts loudly, trying to cover his surprise with a cough as his own body jolts with a turn. The bubble of your somewhat intimate moment is popped, the feel of it all dissipating into frantic fear of whoever just opened the door to the basement at the top of the stairs.

“Are you down there?” Molly calls your name, wondering why it’s taken you so long to get changed.

“Um, y – yeah.” You respond, staring at the steps from your hidden position near the island counter and hoping to God she doesn’t come down.

“Well, what’re you doing? C’mon, me and Alice are already in the pool.” She says, contemplating her descent.

“Okay, I’ll be right out!” you quickly shout back, fear crawling along your skin.

After a moment of silence, you breathe a sigh of relief, finally hearing her close the door. Dave looks over his shoulder when she does, sneaking another peak. And when your eyes relieve themselves of their intense stare at the carpeted steps, they return to his, the enticing moment returning to its full profane glory. You grin as you step forward once again, the space between your legs pulsing from the thrill of it all. You’re surprised you both resumed your silent, yet entirely stimulating interaction so quickly.

He turns and watches you approach him, your eyes blatantly lowering to stare at his erect crotch. His chest rises and falls with rapture, taking in the sight of your bare tits as if he can’t look away. And he can’t, he can’t. Because, what if this is the only time he sees you like this? He can’t believe he’s seeing you like this.

You make him think you’re walking over to him but stop short when you reach the stairs. You’re so close to him now, close enough for him to touch. The older man’s eyes fall to your chest, unable to help himself. He almost reaches out. His expression looks conflicted, almost pained. Your hands fall to the bathing suit’s straps, slowly sliding them up your arms and covering the view Dave apparently craves. When you take the entire fantasy away, those hungry eyes are forced to meet yours. You glance up the stairs to make sure no one’s there before you decide to audibly address him. Your eyes flicker to his left, the corners of your lips curling.

“The printer’s on.” You grin, finally heading up the stairs.

When you eventually caught up with the girls, you found them on the back deck. Apparently, a mole had scratched a hole into the bottom of the pool, and it was draining quickly. At this point, you and Molly are exhausted. You both had practice after school and then, for some ungodly reason, decided to practice your routines in Molly’s backyard on top of that. Being that it’s Friday night, Molly wanted to make the night fun, and now that you can’t swim and it’s getting late, she’s frustrated. She knows you were likely invited to a fraternity party tonight and skipped out on it to be here with her and worries you’re not having a good time.

After some thinking, the two of you decide to have a Twilight movie marathon. Alice had gone upstairs to study in her room, which works out because she hates the Twilight Saga movies, anyways.

“Are you okay?” you ask Molly, noticing her frowning face.

“Um, yeah. Why?” she answers, not looking at you as she grabs the TV remote.

“You just… seem a little down.”

“Did you get invited to the Delt house tonight?” she asks, fumbling with the control’s rubber buttons.

“Yeah, I did. Wait, why? Does that bother you?” you ask, wondering if that, of all things, is what she’s been upset about.

Molly shrugs, finally glancing over at you. “Feel like you would’ve had a better time there.” She mumbles, chewing on the corner of her lip.

“What?” you laugh, raising a brow. “If you think I’d rather be at some frat house than here with you, then you’ve lost your damn mind.”

That makes Molly laugh, which in turn makes you smile. Molly is truly one of the best people you think you’ve ever met. The two of you were so comfortable with each other, gravitating toward one another the moment you met. It’s as if you’d always known her.

“Look, why don’t you find the movies and grab the pizza, and I’ll go get some extra blankets, alright?” you bargain, deciding that a single blanket won’t be enough for you in the York’s chilly basement.

“Okay,” she sighs with a nod, her mood seeming to lift.

Molly tells you where the spare blankets are, each of you splitting off into your own tasks. What you told her was true; there’s no way in hell you’d pass up hanging out with Molly to see some stupid, sweaty boys. And… seeing her dad might be a plus, too.

The room with the spare blankets is easy enough to find, being that it’s right at the top of the stairs. At the end of the hall, you notice that a door is slightly ajar. You assume it to be the master bedroom, eyeing the modern interior of it. A pang of guilt surges through your gut when you’re suddenly reminded that Dave is married. You shouldn’t have done that earlier. Thinking about him in your own head is one thing, fucking flashing the man is another.

You do your best to shove your remorseful feelings aside, wanting to have a nice night with Molly without the thoughts of your impulsive actions getting in the way. With a firm hand on the knob, you twist it, swinging open the door to the guest room. You assume it will be a general setup, but when you flick on the light, you’re met with something a bit different. The sheets are a little disheveled, a phone sits on the right nightstand connected to a charger, with a glass of water sitting beside it. There’s also a pair of shoes at the foot of the bed, and a laptop sitting on the sheets.

When Dave walks out of the master bedroom to see the guest room light on, his eyes widen with panic. He hastily jogs down the hall to see who it is, trying to gather some sort of last-minute excuse in his mind. Whichever daughter found his new living arrangement will undoubtedly expect an explanation as to why their father is sleeping in a separate room.

“Oh, um… hi.”

You heard Dave’s heavy footsteps down the hall, turning around just in time to see him arrive in the doorway. His brows narrow slightly; you’re not the person he expected to be in here.

“I, um…” you gesture behind you, an awkward movement fitting for an awkward situation. Though not quite as strange as the event you’d created earlier in the basement. “Molly said there’s, some uh, some blankets… in here.”

“Oh,” Dave quietly replies, taking a gulp as he attempts to calm his racing mind. “Yeah, uh, I think – I think they’re in here.” He says, taking too quick of step into the room and moving beside you.

The carpet moves slightly as you shift on your feet, trying to get out of his way. He goes to the closet on the far side of the room, opening it to grab an armful of the extra blankets Carol had set aside.

“Thanks,” you stutter out, allowing him to drop the heavy comforters in your arms.

Your eyes meet when the two of you glance up, instantly darting away. You shift on your feet, moving your arms to gain a better grasp on the blankets.

“Yeah, sure.” He nods, hands on his hips as he looks away.

You stand there for a little too long, unsure of what to say but quickly deciding there’s nothing else that needs to be said as you turn to walk away. But Dave on the other hand, he decides to speak.

“Hey,”

It almost makes him chuckle when you turn around, your eyes just barely peaking over the mountain of blankets in your arms. And while his chuckle doesn’t slip out, his smile certainly does, and it makes your stomach buzz with butterflies.

“Uh, Molly and Alice… they aren’t – they don’t know about this. Me, sleeping in here.”

All at once, the realization hits you. He and Carol may not be together anymore; are they separated? And how do they pull it off with Alice and Molly (partly) still living at home? What’s the exact situation here?

“Oh, um… o – okay.”

“So, please don’t tell them.”

“I won’t.” you promise with a light shake of your head.

Since you’re both talking, you figure now is as good a time as ever to muster up the courage for your apology. Whether he’s married or not, you’re not sure you should’ve made that advance. You set the blankets down beside the door, brushing a stray hair behind your ear as you stand.

“I’m sorry, if earlier… if I made you uncomfortable.”

And his next words, well, they shock you, they make you happy. And maybe Dave’s shocked, too, but he knows it’s the truth.

“You didn’t.”

Chapter Three: What You Need

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Conveniently Yours - Part 4

Summary: You knew better than to enter a marriage of convenience with your boss’ grandson. But you wanted that senior partnership, and it wasn’t as if Jaebum was a stranger - you knew him rather intimately. It was only a year together, and then you could divorce him and achieve your biggest career goal. But would it be as simple as that?

Pairing: Im Jaebum x female reader

Genre: romance / marriage of convenience

Warnings for overall story: suggestive, swearing, mentioning of body parts and sex, a miniscule amount of angst, inequality in the workplace, a disapproving mother-in-law

Prompt: “Are you really wearing that?” – for the @challengingwords​ January monthly challenge

Author’s note: This story is a drabble/mini series. It covers over an entire year in just eight short parts. It’s not as in-depth as this world could have been done, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

Word count: 1080

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“It’s been six months already?!” the gaudy woman crooned, and you shot her a polite smile as you placed a hand over Jaebum’s chest. Your wedding ring glinted under the lights, and she eyed it for a moment before forcing another laugh at your mother-in-law standing on the other side of Jaebum. “I would have never thought I’d see the day that someone would settle your boy down.”

“I wouldn’t say I’ve settled him down,” you interjected sweetly, gazing into Jaebum’s eyes with excessive admiration.

His lips twitched with subtle humour.

“There is no need to tame a man, is there? It’s a modern world, and if I didn’t love the capable man that my husband was before I married him, then I wouldn’t have let him put a ring on my finger. And believe me, he’s very capable in many areas of his life.”

“You flatter me when really I’m the luckiest man around, Y/N,” Jaebum commented, brushing his lips against your forehead.

God, you hated these events his mother insisted upon hosting. Time after time, you would find yet another charity event or glitz and glam night scheduled into your calendar. You hardly had time to keep up appearances with your own parents and closest friends, let alone attend monthly nights out under the Im family name. Somehow, your boss seemed to get away with telling everyone he was far too busy solving law cases to attend, whilst you, with an impressive load of work on your shoulders, must ensure to turn up to every time.

You hated how socialites held so many double standards.

“Don’t worry, beautiful, I’ll get you out of here soon enough,” Jaebum breathed into your ear when you both finally made your way over to the buffet table. You looked at the choices of food and sighed. You didn’t like your chances of eating something tonight.

Jaebum chuckled. “I’ll go through a drive-thru on the way home too.”

“There’s no need to talk dirty to me, Mr Im. I’m already yours,” you teased, leaning into his side as Jaebum picked up a cracker with some questionable looking paste on top.

“Are you just? I guess I’m just that capable, huh?”

“You almost died of laughter. Admit it,” you stated, gazing at Jaebum as he fought not to give you any satisfaction. “Come on, don’t tell me you enjoy these parties. It’s just a bunch of rich people standing around trying to outwit the other. Goodness me, how dare someone else do better in life than you and your family?! Your mother looked as if she was going to proclaim I was pregnant just to outdo that one insistent woman that said her daughter-in-law was superior to me.”

“No one is more superior than you. Trust me. You’ve got everything going for you, Y/N.”

You smirked at him. “Spending all night with these fancy folk has you easily spouting off untruths. I’m who I am, and I like that. I don’t need to have credentials in any area aside from my career. I’m a working woman. I don’t care about having a child before a certain age or what colour schemes I’m going to use when I next renovate our apartment only months after the last one like this lot do.”

“Watch it, Y/N. Some might say you’re speaking out of turn.”

Your eyebrow arched in response. “Am I?”

“The fact that you don’t fake anything is the reason I like you as much as I do,” he answered, and you blinked slowly, wondering why your heart was fluttering at that statement. Jaebum held your gaze for a moment too long, looking more vulnerable than he’d ever been in front of you. Smoothing his face out, he leaned into your ear again. “I bet half these women fake their orgasms with their partners. That’s never something I have to doubt when it comes to you.”

“Are you really wearing that?” Glancing up at Jaebum’s question, you watched as his expression softened. “Are you alright?”

“I’m exhausted. I spent nine hours with a pretentious lawyer and his client fighting with my client over chinaware. When we get divorced, you can keep every bit of china we got at our wedding. I don’t want any of it if that’s how it goes.”

Slumping down on the couch beside you in his dress shirt and slacks, you eyed Jaebum with your head cocked to the side. You groaned loudly. “Oh God. Not another event.”

“Charity for the Children’s hospital,” Jaebum mentioned, his hand sliding under both your bare calves and lifting them over his lap as he scooted closer. He started to massage them, and you threw your head back into the cushions, your eyes shutting with a whine.

“What was the last one?”

“For the pet shelters across the city,” he reminded, and you nodded.

“I didn’t see a single dog or cat there.”

“We almost witnessed a catfight, though. I thought Mrs Kim was going to throw Mrs Jung down in front of us all.”

“It was a particularly entertaining night,” you agreed, peeking out of one eye at Jaebum. “I don’t know if I have it in me to get dolled up.”

“You could go like this. I won’t mind one bit,” he replied with a chuckle, his eyes travelling over your tank top and sleep shorts.

“I’m sure that’ll smooth over just fine in the papers tomorrow.”

“We’ll give them a headline worth writing into the social circles.”

Sharing a grin, you groaned heavily and tried to swing your legs down off his lap. Jaebum’s hands merely gripped your calves, holding you there. “What are you doing? I have to go get ready.”

“Let’s skip it.”

You eyed him carefully. “Your mother will be in fits without you there to show off to everyone.”

“You’re not up to it, so we can order in some Chinese and watch a movie instead.”

“Who are you and what have you done with my husband?” you wondered with a giggle, Jaebum’s hands sweeping up and down your legs. You sighed contentedly. “You’ll really face the wrath of your mother for not turning up just because I’m too tired?”

“I’ll tell her you’re unwell, and I’ve got to look after you.”

“She’ll then tell everyone I’ve got wicked morning sickness and that it’s not official yet but that we’re pregnant, Jaebum!”

He laughed. “Well. It looks like we’ll be playing our part without even turning up tonight.”

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Mending a Broken Heart (Tom Holland x reader, alternative part)

a/n: me? writing? unheard of. jk im tryin to get back into the groove!! this is an alternate version to Mending a Broken Heart, so some parts are the same and some I’ve edited or added some things! hope u enjoy!! 

warnings: language, angst, mentions of cheating

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You had noticed it for months. Tom has been pulling away, spending more time out with the boys than at home with you. His kisses became forced and the words ‘love you’ slowly stopped falling from his lips. 

Most days he would leave for work before you woke up and on the rare occasion you were up when he left, he would mumble a ‘goodbye’ before walking out the door. Sometimes, if you were lucky, he would press a gentle kiss to your forehead. Most times, though, he would just leave. 

You did your best to keep the love alive, you were still madly in love with him. The wedding band that sat tightly on your ring finger mocked you. A symbol of what was love has turned into one sided love. Hell, you weren’t sure if Tom wore his wedding ring anymore. 

A quick glance to his left hand would reveal that he didn’t. 

You spent your nights wondering if it was something you did. Were you too clingy when he left to film? Was he just tired of you after four years of marriage? Did he find someone else?

No. You shook your head to yourself one night as you laid in the bed by yourself, the space usually occupied by Tom cold. If he found someone else and if he cheated, that’s on him. Not on you. 

Still, the thought plagued your mind. Did he meet someone else? Was she prettier than you? Is that where he was when he said he was out with the boys? Was she able to give him something you couldn’t give him?

The door opening and shutting alerted you that Tom was home. You sighed, knowing it’d be another night of sleeping on opposite sides of the bed. 

The door to the bedroom opened and in came Tom, Tessa jumping up to greet him. 

“Hey girl, hey love, how are you, hm?” He whispered, petting Tessa as his eyes flickering over to you, who was visibly awake. “Thought you’d be asleep by now. ‘S late.” 

“Couldn’t sleep.” You replied simply. “Hey so I was thinking, we haven’t had a date night in a while, maybe you wanted to go out to see the Halloween decorations around town and get dinner tomorrow night?” 

“Can’t,” He shook his head as he got ready for bed. “Harrison wants to watch the game. Told him I’d go.” 

“Didn’t you just see Harrison tonight?” 

“Yeah, and?” 

“Nothing.” You sighed, obviously upset. “Nothing, Tom. Goodnight.” 

“Night.” He responded, turning out the light and climbing into bed, falling asleep with his back toward you. 

-

The next day, you were surprised to see Tom already awake and waiting in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of tea when you got downstairs. 

“Good morning.” You smiled softly. 

“We need to talk.” He told you. You felt your heart drop and your palms get sweaty, but you wiped them on your pajama pants in an effort to seem totally calm and not panicked. 

“A-About what?” You asked, your voice coming out shaky. 

“I think,” Tom started. “I think we should get divorced.” 

It was then, at 8:30 am that your world came crashing down. 

“W-What?” You whimpered out, your voice weaker than before. “Why?”

“I’m not happy with you anymore.” He said simply. Your eyes flickered to his left hand, noticing the absence of the golden wedding band, making your heart ache. 

“We can try couples’ therapy. We can go on dates like we used to, Tom, please! We can fight for this, Tom. Fight for us.” You cried, your heart shattering into a million tiny pieces, each one puncturing your lungs as you struggled to keep your breath under control. 

“No,” He shook his head. “My mind is made up. I’m sorry, y/n. Um, I found a lawyer at a firm, they have a lot of other lawyers there you can contact. I’ll just, uh, leave their card here.” 

“So that’s it? Three years of dating and four years of marriage down the drain?” You sobbed, holding your knees to your chest as you sat on the kitchen floor. 

“I’m sorry, y/n. Truly, I am.”

He placed the small business card on the counter, grabbing the bags you didn’t even notice, mumbling an ‘I’ll be staying with Haz,’ before walking out the front door, like he did every other day. This time, though, you had the sinking feeling he was leaving for good. 

-

It was only three weeks that your lawyer came over to meet with you, joined by Tom and his lawyer. You kept your eyes focused on the table as you signed the paperwork, wanting to get this done as soon as possible. 

As soon as everyone left, you shut the door, slid down the back of it, and cried. 

-

Nearly two months after the worst day of your life and it was time for a self care night. The ring that once sat on your left hand was buried away in your jewelry box somewhere and you were finally starting to feel free and somewhat happy again after crying yourself to sleep and wondering where it all went wrong for months. 

After the divorce you buried yourself in work, using it as a distraction from going home to an empty house. You also moved out of the house you once called home. Not only was it too painful to go home to an empty house, but it was too painful to go home to a house that held so many happy and loving memories. You took the necessities along with some things you wanted with you and set yourself up in a hotel room for the time being. You treated it as a vacation. Except only a few people knew where you were. Your family knew, along with your friends, including Harrison, on the condition he didn’t tell Tom where you were. You started making time for yourself in your little hotel room and you became happier. 

Tonight, after a long day of work, you ordered your favorite Chinese food, played your favorite songs, and ran yourself a bath with a vanilla scented bath bomb. You were enjoying a glass of wine, the hot water of the bath soothing you when the music playing from your phone was interrupted by a call coming in. 

To your surprise, it was Tom. You contemplated answering it, but instead, let it go to voicemail. However, you were curious as to why he called, though you were also 99% positive it was a pocket dial. So you played the voicemail, the familiar voice ringing throughout the bathroom. 

“Hey y/n, um, I hope you’re doing well. I just called because I wanted to tell you something. I um, I miss you. A lot. And I know I don’t get to feel that way but I do and I just wanted to tell you that and I guess ask if there was any possibility of meeting to talk? Uh, call me back if...if you want. I don’t blame you if you hate me. Bye. Love y-” 

You turned off the voicemail before the phrase could be finished. Millions of thoughts filled your mind, ranging from happy ones to ones that made your heart ache and tears fill your eyes. 

You decided to ignore it, pretend it never happened, and enjoy your self care night. 

-

When Tom pulled up to his former house with flowers in his car and a pit of nerves in his stomach, he expected to see your car in the driveway and at least one light to be on. He was greeted with an empty driveway and a dark house, which confused him. It was the weekend, so you weren’t work. Maybe you had to run an errand? 

But after 20 minutes, he gave up hope that you were home and tried to call you, which to no surprise, you didn’t pick up again. He instead called Harrison in an effort to try and find out if he knew where you were. 

“What do you want?” Harrison answered, half concentrating on what Tom was about to say and half concentrating on the game in front of him. 

“Do, uh, do you know where y/n is?” Tom asked, taking Harrison by surprise. 

“y/n?” Harrison paused the game, suddenly not able to concentrate on it. “Why d’you want to know where y/n is?”

“I just want to talk to her.” He mumbled. 

“If I knew that’s where you were going I wouldn’t have let you go.” Harrison sighed. “Listen she made me swear that I wouldn’t tell you-” 

“Please Harrison? You’ve seen how much of a mess I’ve been. I just want to see if I have a shot.” Tom begged, making his friend cave. 

“Fine but if she moves again I won’t be telling you shit.”  

-

The next day you were enjoying a cup of tea and reading your book, getting some relaxation in before your week began when a knock on the door interrupted you. Confusion filled your body, you weren’t expecting anyone to pop by. 

Looking out the peephole, you froze at the sight that greeted you. Tom was standing outside your door, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands. 

“Hi.” He breathed out, his nose and the tips of his ears red from the harsh winter air. 

“How the hell did you find me?” You asked, keeping your eyes focused on the ground. 

“Harrison. I begged him to tell me.” He answered. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” You muttered. “What do you want?”

“Can..Can I come in?” He asked. 

You wanted to say no, that he could say what he wanted to say outside or just not let him speak at all. But you wanted to be courteous to the other people on your floor and part of you was curious as to what he was going to say. So you wordlessly opened the door slightly, letting him in and closing the door behind him. 

“Now what do you want?”

“Did you get my voicemail?” He responded, hope filling his eyes when you nodded. “Um, I brought these for you. I was hoping we could talk.” 

“I don’t want your flowers. Why should I talk to you? We’re divorced, just like you wanted.” Tom winced at the words. “Nothing to change.” 

“Actually, we’re not.” He corrected. “I called the office the other day. Um, it’s not official yet.” 

“Well then they should make it official. Maybe I can call them and make it happen as my very last Christmas present to you. Just what you wanted.” You snapped. 

“No, this isn’t what I want, can I speak, please?” He pleaded, his eyes resembling those of a puppy. 

“You’re speaking already.” You answered, gesturing for him to continue nonetheless. 

“I- How have you been? I stopped by the house-”

“Tom I’m not gonna listen to your small talk. Say what you have to say and leave.” You told him. His heart broke but he couldn’t blame you. 

“Um, so I thought I wasn’t happy with you but um, as time went on, I realized how much I miss having you in my life.” He began, visibly nervous. “I was just looking through our pictures and how happy you looked and I just, I guess I realized I wanted to be the one to make you that happy again.”

“You haven’t made me happy in months, Tom.” 

“I know.” His heart clenched. “I know and I’m so sorry, y/n. I really am.” 

“Was there someone else? Did you cheat on me?” You asked. 

“No, no absolutely not, y/n.” He answered before adding; “I went on a date with someone after we split up but it didn’t work out. I realized she wasn’t what I want.” 

“Of course she wasn’t.” You scoffed. 

“I want you, y/n. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy again.” He told you, tears filling your eyes. “Is there..is there any possibility you could love me again?” 

“Again?” You seethed. “Tom I never fell out of love with you! I never stopped loving you! That was all you! You stopped loving me and you wanted this stupid fucking divorce!”

“I..I don’t think I ever stopped loving you either.” He whispered, tears falling down his rosy cheeks. “Please, y/n, if there’s even the tiniest chance..” 

“Of what, Tom? Of going right back to being married? Of you making me happy? I don’t know, Tom! I don’t know anything except that I hate you right now.” You sobbed, crying into your knees while Tom let out quiet sobs of his own, his heart clenching at the lack of wedding band on your left hand and the lack of love in your voice, but especially your eyes. Your eyes, which once held so much love and adoration for him were now full of anger and resentment. 

“Of..anything, y/n. Please, I just want a second chance to show you how much you mean to me, to make you happy again. I will do anything to save us, anything you want. And...and if it’s not working or you just really hate me, I wouldn’t blame you. Not at all.” He begged, his eyes puffy and red. 

“I tried to save us, Tom. Don’t you remember? I begged and pleaded with you to do couples therapy to go on dates when you were breaking my heart into a million tiny pieces. I begged you to try and fight for us, for our marriage, but you just walked out the god damn door!” You spit through gritted teeth. 

“I fucked up, I know. I fucked up so badly.” He cried, wiping his tears away. 

“And if leaving me wasn’t enough, you took Tessa too! I was left completely alone in that big fucking house that was haunted by you. I couldn’t stand it.” You sobbed. 

“I’m..I’m sorry, y/n. So so fucking sorry. What do you want me to do?” 

“I want...I want you to hurt. I want you to hurt the way you hurt me. I want you to know how this fucking feels.” You said, your voice getting louder with each word that fell from your lips.

Tom could only cry. This was ripping him apart, he couldn’t even imagine what the whole thing felt like to you. 

“I’m gonna need time to think, Tom.” You finally mumbled, Tom nodding in response. 

“I’ll give you all the time you need. I promise you-” 

“Don’t. Don’t promise me anything.” You spoke, your voice low. “You won’t be able to keep it. You promised you’d love me forever four years ago and look what happened.” 

“y/n pl-”

“You don’t get to do this. You-you don’t get to just waltz right back in here and ask for a second chance to fight for us when I didn’t even get a first chance. How do I know this won’t end like it did before?” 

“y/n, I swear to you, if this isn’t working out, you can leave me. I...I just want a chance to prove myself to you.” He begged. 

“God, Tom. You don’t get it! I’m not going through this again. Do you realize how much you broke me the first time? Fuck, you had a chance, Tom. And you threw it away.” You muttered quietly. 

“I regret that every day. Every god damn day.” He told you honestly.

“I don’t know, Tom.” You sighed. 

“Talk to me?” He tried, knowing you were hiding something deeper than an ‘I don’t know.’

“Don’t know what else there is to say.” You mumbled. “I don’t trust you, I-I can’t trust you. I hate you.” 

“Why’d you get a hotel room?” Tom sniffled, changing the subject. 

“I told you. I hated being in that house. Hated being surrounded by the happy pictures and memories of us.” You told him honestly. “I want to start over.” 

“What?”

“I want to start over. I can’t go back to being emotionally married to you even if we’ll still be married legally. I’m talking starting from scratch, as if we were meeting for the first time, the whole deal.” You told him. 

“That sounds perfect, y/n. Thank y-”

“Get out, Tom. Please. I just want to be alone and not with you right now. I’m still not happy with you.” 

“Okay.” He breathed out, hope filling him once again. “You won’t regret this, I promise.” 

“What did I just say about promises?” You asked tearily. 

“I know, I know. I’m determined to keep this promise, though.” He told you. 

“Fine. Whatever. Just please leave for now.” You whimpered, watching as he walked out the door, just like he did when he broke your heart. 

You decided you needed another self care night. Another bath was run, another vanilla scented bath bomb was used, more wine was consumed. 

Tom texted you right as you got out of the bath. 

Tom: hey y/n, it’s tom, just incase you don’t have my number saved anymore. I just wanted to say thank you for the second chance. I really am grateful. I hope you have a relaxing night, you deserve it. 

You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone gently on your bed, though you could feel your heart rate pick up and butterflies fill your stomach. 

-

Tom began texting you sweet little things each morning, whether it was to let you know that he’s been thinking of you or to tell you that he hopes you have a great day. At first you ignored them, but then you began responding in short answers of one or two words until the two of you were texting every day, like when you met for the first time seven years ago. 

-

Over a month after you started texting again, Tom took you on a first date. Pulling up to your hotel, Tom felt the nerves fill his body as he walked up to your door and knocked, another bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. 

He felt all the air leave his lungs as you opened the door. You looked absolute stunning. You were wearing a navy blue dress that reached down to just above your knees, one Tom bought you one year. 

“Wow, hi.” He breathed. “You look stunning.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled, accepting the flowers he handed you. “I’ll be right back.” 

Tom took you to your favorite restaurant that night, one that the two of you frequented when you (formerly) went on dates. 

When he took you back to your hotel, he walked you up to the door, where he nervously asked if he could kiss you. 

You said yes, and that was all Tom needed to press a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss was magical, both of you felt the sparks between the two of you. 

“God I missed doing that.” Tom mumbled as he pulled away to breathe. 

“Then do it again.” 

-

A couple months after that, Tom moved back in with you. You had gone back to the house every now and then, to slowly acclimate yourself to being back in the once happy house, only fully moving back when Tom moved back as well. The pictures of the two of you were dusted off, making your heart race instead of hurt at the sight of the happy memories. 

-

Finally, after a year, Tom proposed to you (again). You hesitated a little bit, still scared it would end in heartbreak again, which broke Tom’s heart, but said you yes in the end. 

The two of you renewed your vows, putting on the golden bands that were once again a symbol of the love the two of you shared. 

You had a small party back at your house after the ceremony, your families joining to celebrate. You found Tom alone in the kitchen, grabbing a beer for him and Harry. 

“Hey.” You greeted, fiddling with your fingers as tears of happiness filled your eyes. 

“Hey, what’s wrong, my love?” Tom asked, concerned as soon he saw the tears filling your eyes. 

“Nothing, nothing. I, um,” You started, wiping your tears away and wrapping your arms around Tom’s neck. “I’m really glad we made it back to this.” 

“Me too, lovey. I love you so much.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Hey, Tommy?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You kept your promise.” You smiled softly, making Tom’s heart ache at the memory of you not being able to trust him. 

“I told you I would.” 

Your moment was interrupted by Harrison, who entered the kitchen, smiling at his two best friends happily in love once again. 

“Aren’t you so glad I told him where you were staying?” He joked, making you roll your eyes. 

“Shut up, Harrison.” You smiled. As your eyes flickered between Tom and Harrison, though, you knew you wouldn’t have been in this position if Harrison didn’t spill the beans to Tom. 

“Hey Haz?” You called, as Harrison went to leave the kitchen in fake offense. He turned at the sound of his name, knowing what was coming. 

“Thank you.” Tom nodded in agreement, his arm slipping around your waist. 

Harrison just smiled even bigger, all three of you knowing everything would be okay from now on.

[burnedbyshoto]

seven

Rich and powerful men can marry seven different women in a wild attempt to produce the perfect heir. Todoroki Enji is one of these powerful men, and you’re his seventh bride.

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pairing: todoroki enji (endeavor) x fem!reader

warnings: edo period!endeavor (king henry viii inspo), forced marriage, alcohol consumption, 18+, smut, non-con, dub-con, size difference, breeding kink, rough-sex, pain, degradation, & mind break

word count: 5,750

a/n: fuck that family who started the fire in socal. my campus is literally raining ashes up in oregon. im so tired. two exams monday. im going to be going on meds for anxiety and adhd soon, so thats new. uh,,, this is like LOL its a bit bad,,, but I really, really lust over asshole enji who only wants to breed bitches and thats it. this is for the bnharem fantasy au collab, i wan’t that creative sorry see ya later skaters.

PLEASE CAREFULLY READ THE WARNINGS. PLEASE CAREFULLY READ THE WARNINGS. PLEASE CAREFULLY READ THE WARNINGS.

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One.

Fate: Spared.

Two.

Fate: Executed.

Three.

Fate: Died during childbirth.

Four.

Fate: Spared.

Five.

Fate: Executed.

Six.

Fate: Executed.

Seven.

Fate: Unknown.

Silks and expensive cloth held a scent that was irreplicable.

The smooth smell of the layers upon layers of fabric wrapped around your body did nothing to quench the building layer of ice in your stomach.

You were scared.

Rightfully so.

Six women came before you, and if you wanted to live, you would have to do better than them.

Marrying the Todoroki Clan head was something that most women could only dream of accomplishing in this day and age. The Todoroki’s, after all, are strong, rich, powerful, undefeated. They held the real power in this age, more influential and notable than the emperor that repeatedly begged the family for support, be it in power, strength, or money.

But, it was also known knowledge that the man who sat at the head of the clan, who held the power of the Todoroki name and future, was a man not to be trifled with.

Todoroki Enji was an endeavor of a man.

There had always been whispers about the head of the family, how he stood eight feet tall, and how his body was not lean like most warriors, but thick and savagely sturdy. His hair was red, blessed by the sun some claimed, or cursed by the devil others alleged. His temper and barbaric nature on the battlefield were, of course, rumored by the people on your lands, who had been indebted by the Todoroki Clan because of their protection and profits. 

Todoroki Enji was not a man to be trifled with.

Especially not if the rumors were true.

He was painted as a demon by everyone. Still, Enji was no demon, he was human, and if he was to allow the Todoroki Clan's legacy to continue, he needed an heir… but since he was human, he was aging.

Six women.

You knew that it was six women because you had been alive to experience five of them.

You remember the newly married couple being paraded through the streets.

Todoroki Enji remained hidden within his vehicle's confines while his new wife, doe-eyed, smiling, effervescent, would greet the gathered crowds. You often wondered what they thought when you would conjure in respect for the man who ensured your childhood and adolescence were not corrupted by thieves and horror.

You wondered what she thought when promising the village elders that she would produce a strong, male heir. You raised an eyebrow at the thought that maybe, just maybe they believed that they would be different -- be able to birth a strong, capable male heir.

Six wives.

Twenty children.

Two weak, sickly boys.

A whole clan of girls.

Were they idiotic, blind, or batshit insane to ever believe that they would be different?

You undoubtedly didn’t know.

Three of the six had been executed.

Three of six had been proud to state they would produce a strong male Todoroki heir, noting that his two sons -- Touya and Natsuo -- would be removed from the family as soon as their strong son was born. 

One of those three birthed a weak, sickly baby boy. She passed in childbirth and took him with her one day after.

Another of those three birthed four girls, two sets of twins because, of course, they were given two chances. She was executed on treason.

The final of those three had simply pissed him off; rumor had it. Her pussy was too tight, unwilling to sheath the thick massive cock that belonged to him… no point in breaking something that wouldn’t bend when there was more pussy out there (you remember she had been ugly too).

But what you didn’t expect was for his clan members to come through your village's streets with an announcement in hand.

Of the six women before you, three had held significant political power -- the three that survived.

Of the remaining three, there was a poet, the other a woman soldier of his, and the last being a clan member.

You had never known what the decision process was, not even a little bit, so when men dressed in dark robes with the Todoroki sigil and katana’s strapped to their sides infiltrated your village, you were on edge.

“All women who are fertile and beautiful, line up, and no, we don’t care if you’re married,” was the short, almost taunting order, and you had never felt sicker.

You were among the seventy females in your village that matched the requirement they demanded. 

Your sight was almost glued to the floor as they walked through you all, your fists grabbing your light blue kimono as the men groped the women in line, teasing the breasts of the pregnant women, rutting their poorly concealed cocks through the valley of asses, shoving between some girls thighs with loopy, proud smiles on their faces, beating any man who attempted to protect any one of their honors. 

But you were towards the end of the line, standing where they decided to save for last, and you were helpless to it all. You watched knowing that of the sixty-something women ahead of you, none of them remained. 

The whimpers, cries, and whines grew louder by your ear, your spine rigid and sore with its tightness as the girl beside you dropped to the floor in her fear. You couldn’t bother looking at her as the parting of their robes seemed to be akin to gunpowder going off in your ears. The horrified squeal on her tongue being silenced when a cock slammed through her lips, the tears pouring down her face useless, if anything, only encouraging their roughhousing. 

Your lip curled at the sound of her pathetic whining, the incessant need of her to tell them that she was not okay with this was nails on an iron plate. It annoyed you, it pissed you off.

“Look at this one,” the snickering laughter of a man breathed by your ear, instantly stilling and freezing the anger that was once radiating like fire from your chest. “She doesn’t look ashamed… she looks like she’s jealous. Maybe these common bitches do have someone good enough for Boss.”

Spluttering gasps and hiccuping cries came from the ground, and you couldn’t even bother glancing at the woman you had known all your life laying on the floor, kimono ripped open, and white, sticky cum dripping from her mouth.

“Well, there’s nothing like taking her out for a test run,” came a sleazy smile, and when two hands gripped at your clothed breasts, you didn’t so much as raise a brow at their perverted actions.

You had won in the end against them. Each perverted, twisted intention they placed against you, dirt crusted fingernails digging into your arms, purpling, throbbing cocks pressed into your backside… it hadn’t mattered.

You didn’t budge.

You didn’t cry.

You didn’t make a noise.

A simple smirk remaining on their faces at your inevitable victory against the other women in your village -- against the crying, cum stuffed women who stared at your victorious and stubborn form without a clue on how you managed.

And where did that land you?

In a room with only one window too high up for an average person to reach, white silks and fabrics adorning your body, and ceremonial ornaments in your hair.

Six women came before you, but today, you would become the seventh.

With you, there would be seven women to have wed Todoroki Enji, but you weren’t scared because you feared the fate of the six before you. No, you were much better than them; you already knew that for a fact.

The anxiety that coursed through your veins created that ice pit in your stomach came from one place and one place only.

Your cunt already sobbed at the thought of even attempting at taking his thick, veiny cock you knew was the size of your thigh later tonight.

A virgin like you had no chance of survival.

The doors to your room soon slammed open, and your back stiffened at the sight of a familiar face of an escort you had. His eyes didn’t meet yours; they were focused at the wall, his face tense and tight.

“It’s best we leave now, y/l/n, Todoroki-sama doesn’t like waiting.”

The weight of the white silk on your body felt like a brick when you stood up from your position, and you wondered if the sweat from your pits and palms would damage the kimono -- if it was noticeable. But you had a duty, and as number seven, you had no motive to be executed before even getting the chance to prove yourself.

You knew how wishes worked; the secret was in being silent about your desire… never reveal what your wish was, or the world wouldn’t grant it.

Or at least, that’s what you told yourself every time you heard the all too familiar words of: “I’ll produce a fine Todoroki heir,” through the lips of the dead and the divorced. They had spoken it to the universe, acknowledged what they needed, and the cruel world failed them each and every time.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, so consumed by the idea of what would happen tonight, you hardly realized that with the heaving puffing breathes you took to keep up with the man’s ridiculous strides, that you had made it to the shrine that you had been brought to wed.

But you couldn’t even take in the beauty of the shrine to your left because you were more interested in who was standing in the pathway towards the shrine.

Todoroki Enji.

He stood on the stone-paved path, his bulky, beefy arms folded across his chest, the fabric of his kimono taut and tight against his flexed muscle, and a sour frown on his face. It was as the rumors had spoken, you realized when you stopped mere strides away from your future husband, he was a man that looked both godly and cursed.

Bright red hair glistened like copper pans under the sunlight, waving and flickering like a raging fire with every small burst of wind. He stood at almost eight feet high, maybe eight feet, you had no idea. All you knew is that as your feet stumbled when getting near to this man, you were dwarfed, feeling like a child next to their father as you gazed up at his unmoving, scarred face. His eyes didn’t look down at you, but even you could see the clear, sharp blue in them, and for the first time, you questioned reality.

Was this man truly human? Was he genuinely Japanese?

Seeing him before you made your knees buckle in fear, arousal, and anticipation.

You wanted to see what had made the sixth scream to stop.

You wanted to see just what he was hiding behind the ridiculously tight fitted kimono, but your thoughts were yanked away when his hand -- no doubt bigger than your head -- pressed to space between your shoulder blades and pushed you.

“We’re on a tight schedule,” he merely growled, his eyes burning at something a million miles away, and with a small, pitiful whimper, you allowed him to lead the way.

The wedding ceremony was… odd, to say the least.

While you had never been married, you had attended a few weddings within your lifetime already, and never once had it felt so disturbing dead and raw as it had today. This Shinto ceremony, typically doused with symbolism and motifs for the greatest possible outcome for the union between you and Todoroki Enji, was stripped from the shrine walls, leaving the walls barren and cold as both he and the priest proceeded through the ceremony at breakneck speed.

It wasn’t something Enji wanted; you realized that clearly the moment he refused to meet your gaze; his blue eyes remaining on the priest.

Everything the both of you performed together was done haphazardly, the lack of symbols you had always wished to see in your wedding ceremony forgotten, undoubtedly seen as a farce by a man like Todoroki Enji, but still, your heart ached.

You hadn’t noticed when the ceremony had ended; Enji never once allowing you to move, or do anything for that matter, by yourself. There was no use in fighting against a man who’s entire hand fit around your forearm, his thumb even resting against his fingernail -- oh yes, this man was huge.

There was no telling when he paraded you through the streets of his territory, allowing you to numbly speak to the village elders, to allow your parents to press their sweaty palms to your cheeks because god, please, please survive this, their touch practically sobbed. You smiled at them, eyes numb with the reality of what this was going to be for you, but the cheerful tone on your tongue remained optimistic and bright with every passing word. 

The scornful thoughts of the sixth woman being too weak to handle Enji had dissipated, and you wondered just what the other five did to survive what you knew was a massive fucking cock hidden beneath the shrowds of his black kimono.

You would survive, you would survive, you would survive.

But far before you were ready to, you arrived back at the Todoroki front, the wooden estate standing sturdy and strong, the air of power and aura almost tangible. The samurai and clansmen who had undoubtedly awaited for you and your now-husband (that was still odd to think about) to return. Pairs of warm, weathered hands helped you from the carriage, and without so much of a whisper of thanks, they escorted you away, heads bowed at the mercy of their leader.

Once more, you were abandoned in your room.

The window no longer allowed the streaming setting sunlight in, your room was in the eastern part of the estate, and with the nighttime coming, the setting sun was merely a memory to you.

And in that room, the tiny, unspacious room that seemed much more for a prisoner than the seventh wife of Todoroki Enji, you tried not to cry.

The door slamming open hours after you had fallen asleep had taken you by surprise.

Enji had left you to your own entertainment, and long after you were served dinner, and informed that no, Todoroki-sama would not be visiting you right now because he was busy, you had sat on the bed in your silks and robes, numbly looking at the star-filled sky. Sleep was the only thing you could do, and with the last servant visit being past midnight, you took to sleep.

Except that you forgot a sparing, important detail.

This was Todoroki Enji’s world, and you were merely his legal fuckhole.

The heavy footsteps of Enji entering the room echoed in your ear, and the door closed behind him, solidifying the end of the beginning of what you once knew. 

“Seven,” he growled into the night, and your spine snapped straight.

He loomed above you, the tatami mat suddenly feeling like a brick wall against your side, and you swallowed pathetically at the way his deep, raspy voice sent shivers down your spine.

This had been the first time you had heard him speak, all other forms of communication between him and the priest and he and his clan members had been nonverbal, solely told through those piercing blue eyes that only let you dream of what he sounded like -- of what he was demanding. But you lay confused, your eyebrows scrunched at just why he had called out the number seven?

Seven what?

You twisted where you lay, your eyes meeting his own, and despite the lack of light in the room, you could see the cold, distant glint in his eyes.

“Oh good,” he mocked, his voice low and dangerous, eyes squinted in his apparent lack of approval. “You can hear.”

“S-Seven what?” you stammer, your elbow pressing into the mat, pushing you up so that you could look at your husband, uncertainty and discomfort scorching every nerve in your body. 

You didn’t know what to do.

Then, it hit you. The bitter, numbing smell of alcohol coated in a fine layer around his skin, the small puffs of angry air from his mouth letting you know that your husband was inebriated, and your throat clenched when he began to dismantle his kimono.

“T-This isn’t a good idea!” you stammer, the white silk robes you were still dressed in because they refused to allow you a set of sleeping clothes because the marriage needed to be consummated, felt stiff and not protective enough. “You won’t produce a proper heir if you’re intoxicated.”

Enji raised an eyebrow at you, and your thudding heart failed to cease as his robes hit the floor with an unceremonious thud. 

Whiskey dick wasn’t something foreign to you; the countless men you had sucked off in your time, the numerous sex stories you had been shared with always had some instance of a man getting drunk and being able to get their cock hard, but this…?

If this was Enji’s whiskey dick, you weren’t sure what to expect of his sober cock.

His cock was already hard, the veins in his cock large, plentiful, and bulging in many areas. It was thick, without a doubt thick enough where it would take both your hands to circle around his cock, and it was long, the swollen weeping tip leaking against his abdomen. His cock was magnificent yet deadly, and your pussy spasmed in fear of having that monster all twelve plus inches shoved into your virgin cunt.

“The fuck are you doing, seven?” Enji snarled, his powerful naked legs moving toward you, his feet pressing into the mat, and his hand reaching out to you. “I didn’t marry you for you to just stare at my fucking cock like some piss-shit baby.”

There was no time to panic, protest, or even prepare yourself for the sudden sharp, dull ache in your jaw when he pressed his monster cock past your chapped, chewed lips. 

Immediately, it was overwhelming.

The engorging cock had barely passed your lips, but you were already gagging against the unwelcomed size, the horrid ache sending spilling tears down your cheeks, doing nothing but annoying the man before you. His hands gripped your hair, his eyes not even bothering to look at you as he fucked your mouth.

“Stop fucking resisting,” Enji snarled, his hips coming to meet your mouth in a vicious, unpleasant snap, the head of his cock pressing down your clenched throat, and so much of his cock still remaining far from your mouth. “Take my cock like the fucking whore I know you are, seven.”

You gasp for air, but with his cock ramming further and further down your throat, the scalding heat emitting from his skin burning your throat, making you gag and choke around him in your fear. You couldn’t breathe, you realized in a panic, and your eyes widened in fear, drool and spit spilling down your chin pathetically as Enji hums contently.

“Don’t feel so scared, seven,” Enji cruelly smirked up at the ceiling, his hips lazily, sloppily, yet powerfully delivering his cock into your bulging throat. “I heard what you did to my men, how you let them fuck you however they saw fit, how you scoffed and scowled at the other pathetic weak bitches who couldn’t handle a little groping… I thought you would like this? What is it? Never had a real fucking cock before? A little whore like yourself only gotten shitty little cocks?”

Wordlessly, you begged to be shown mercy, your vision blackening as he choked out all forms of oxygen, his war weathered body unbothered by your clawing fingers on his thighs. No, you were too weak for it to hurt him.

His hands left your hair, and you collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air, choking, and coughing for oxygen that only burned all through your system, sitting unpleasantly in your lungs while tears and saliva mixed on your throat.

“Where the fuck are do you think you’re going, seven?” Enji barked, his body suddenly looming over yours, and you felt trapped, unable to move as the mountain of a man trapped you between his sturdy arms and legs. His cock, warm and sticky with your spit and his precum, sat heavily on your stomach, the size difference between the two of you even more pronounced when the tip of his cock rested at the bottom of your ribcage. “All you did was lube up my cock for your stupid, tight pussy. Don’t think I was satisfied with that childish blowjob -- next time, if you want to cry, make sure it’s loud enough that I feel it against my cock.”

You pathetically moan at his words, the tears still falling from your eyes because your throat and jaw hurt. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt.

“Please,” you gasped as his cinder hot hands pressed to your breasts against your kimono, he quickly enveloped your tender flesh in his hands despite the fabric. “Please, no more.”

“I don’t remember this marriage being about you,” he mocked, and with no more of a glinting snarl of his mouth, he tore the kimono straight off your body. The horrified scream that left your lips was silenced by the echoing slap across your face.

Pain blistered at the side of your face, and the resulting tears couldn’t be felt against your numbed skin as Enji continued his conquest, his fingers pulling and ripping any and all fabric pressed against your body.

“Get away!” you weakly whimpered, body trembling and twisting as you attempted to escape the man looming above you, finally ridding you of all dresses, hands pressing to the back of your thighs to push you into a position that he liked. “Leave me alone, leave me alone…”

There was no fire in your words, nothing but the aching fear and undeniable terror.

But the words did nothing to Enji, who continued to move you so that your tight, virgin cunt lined up with his throbbing, red cockhead. Even like this, your face was pressed into his chest. His body unworldly larger than yours, incredibly goliath compared to you.

“You know, seven, if you keep trying to escape me and you keep trying to save yourself, then why are you so fucking wet with everything I’ve done?” he growls down at you, his piercing blue eyes staring straight through you, the tears falling down your face doing nothing but encouraging him because he was right… your cunt, just like his cock, was wet, dripping with the undeniable pleasure of this all. There was a fire, a shameful fire, in your pussy, throbbing in time with the stinging pulse in your face that begged for Enji’s cock despite it all. “You fucking tiny little slut… I can feel just how my actions -- how my words -- affect you, getting you off like a bitch in heat! Your efforts to hide it are pathetic, fucking useless.”

Pain.

If you thought you knew what pain was before right now, you had to be wrong. 

Enji’s girth was overwhelming, nearly splitting your shuddering tight walls while he buried his cock entirely within you. Nausea builds in the back of your throat, a soundless shriek breaking past your bleeding lips, your hips bucking in their relentless attempt to adjust to the way that he was splitting your walls in two, and your face flushed in pain and lust press into his chest, the only part of him you could touch. 

Fuck, fuck, “fuck!” you cried, fat and painful tears pushing past your eyes, dripping down the apples of your cheeks while Enji sighed at the feeling of your hot cunt against his cock, blood seeping out of your pussy in such a pretty way he couldn’t help but smile.

“You’ve got a really tight cunt,” he observes, his hips slamming against you without warning, his mind only caring about him, setting off another round of painful screams while he situates within you. “Mhm, this is nice. A tight, young pussy always means a good womb, you’ll give me the heir I need… I’ll make sure to fuck you full of my cum.”

His hips then begin to thrust upward into you, the tip of his cock unable to reach the beginnings of your walls that he seemed to attempt to get to with each powerful blow. But it was his girth that had your body tensed, back arched in pain, eyes clenched in nothing but pain.

Pain.

Pain.

Pain.

“Hey.” SLAP. Your head snapped to the side, a burning, stinging pain on your cheek, alerting you that your eyes were closed. Your piqued breathing spluttered and so spaced between it was as if you were having some sort of asthma attack. Enji looked down at you, blue eyes burning demonly down at you (you wondered if this was the same look those who survived to see him on the battlefield claimed he had), his lips curled into an unapproving snarl while his hands pushed at the bottom of your knees. You pressed further into the tatami, the angle of penetration only furthering with your desperate screams to be gentler. “Shut the hell up, you’re annoying me with all this fucking screaming. Don’t waste my time.”

You whimper loudly, the feeling of his forcibly moving hips not becoming any easier on you, no longer a wave of intensive horrifying pain, but still a throbbing pain than had your fingernails cutting into his skin. “You have to be gentler! Be gentler, please be gentler! You’re so much bigger than me!!! My pussy can’t… my pussy can’t handle this!”

The fabric of the kimono under your body seared with heat when Enji shoved you further onto the mat, your legs twitching almost pathetically around his waist while your sight nearly blackened with his next action. He slammed your knees into the mat, increasing the angle of his penetration by a tenfold, sending you into another round of howling pain and pleasure as his cock slammed into your cervix -- bruising and scalding your puffy, sensitive walls with every powerful thrust. With his drilling hips and snarling speed, your screams and shouts of pain and pleasure and fear were cut off by an enormous fist around your neck, and his voice echoed from above you.

“Didn’t your dad teach you fucking whore to be quiet, seven?” Enji hisses, his thick hand clenching around your neck. Oxygen refused to flow to your lung, you went light-headed and limp, choking noises emitting from you while he continued to slam his cock in you, your clenching and splitting walls unable to keep up with the speed of the esteemed nobleman of Japan. “You’re my breeding whore, do you understand? You have no value to me except to be breed, to be full of my cum, to carry my child. You are nothing more than an object. Do. You. understand?”

Your head throbbed, the blood forcibly kept in your head, and the lack of oxygen made your world spin. 

“Y-Yes!” you choke on your tongue.

“Repeat it!”

“I’m your breeding whore! Fill me with your cum, I wanna… fuck, I w-wanna carry your children! I’m your object, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours!”

“There we go,” Enji sighs contently, his broad chest pressing your thighs further into the bed, cutting off what limited oxygen you had left, and increasing the jabbing pleasure within you by a tenfold.

“Shit, such a filthy fucking cunt you have,” he groans, your walls spasming against him with his wild, obscene thrusts. He moves his hands further up your legs so that they press against your knees, your legs then wrap around his body, shaking as he makes no effort to slow in his advances, your finger drawing blood from where they raked down his back because he was burning an outline of your body into the mat. Your strangled scream goes unnoticed by Enji, a desperate plea for him to be softer.

But he wasn’t someone who cared.

You were only here to be bred, to give him a son, the strongest son the entire country of Japan -- nay, the world -- has ever seen.

Pathetically, your hips attempt to rise up to meet him, a prayer that it would ease this brutal force he was using. It was too much -- his cock easily overpowering your throbbing cunt.

The sounds of his cock slamming into your sopping pussy created loud wet noises that made you cry in embarrassment. Your face felt like it was seconds from popping out, Enji’s weight crushing you on top of the abhorrent position he was fucking you in, but he found it as an excuse to speed up. His rugged grunts are warnings in your ears as his cock finally hits your cervix with consistency that makes you wail. The stretch he gave you was boggling, and you were progressively less cognitive aware as he drilled in harder. His slams were so hard that the sound of his thighs hitting your ass let out a continuous and loud slap.

His fingers gouge into your skin, and you cry his name like a hopeful prayer as he is fueled by your appraisal, your breath hot and sticky between the valley of his chest. Your tongue pressing against his skin akin to some infant looking to suck their mothers tit.

The force in which Enji slammed his hips to meet yours. Above your ear, the growling pants that mocked you for enjoying this demeaned you for thinking you were anything more than his breeding whore sent a liquid fire that could never match the heat of a conflagration to your core. When your head smashed against the mat because you could no longer keep your head up. 

“That’s fucking right,” he laughs, drool pouring past your lips with your mindless babble, your eyes fluttering closed. Pleasure drowned in pain sobs expelled from your lips, invigorating something powerful within the entire family who watches on with impatient stares at the sight of your squeezing cunt around Eniji’s cock. “Take my fucking cock, bitch, don’t fucking pass out yet, we’re far from over.”

Enji was raw power, destruction, and strength. He pistoled into your sobbing core with the intent of getting his sperm into your cunt, to get his sperm that would get him a son into you, other than that, he was uncaring, unmotivated by your pathetic whining and crying. Your thrashing and wailing do not stop Enji, nor do they lessen the pace and the force he’s settled in as the floor begins to creak with every powerful thrust.

“I needa — holy shit, r-right there! M-More, more, more, more--”

“What? Do you need to come already, seven?” Enji mocks you pushing up off you so his back is curved, and your body so small underneath him. “Do you really think I’ll let you cum before me?”

Your eyes can no longer stay open as the only noises leaving your mouth are whines and begs for more. You forcibly clench around him to stir a reaction from him, but all he does is snarl quietly as he continues his rutting force. The pounding is rhythmic. His balls bruising your ass where he hits you. The feeling of Enji’s cock entering and leaving you draws your eyes to the back of your head as you pathetically whimper his name, his thighs hitting your ass at bruising force, only adding to your pleasure. 

Each powerful snap of his hips sending your back arching to the heavens, the balls of your feet digging bruisingly into his back. In and out he goes, your cunt nothing more than a cocksleeve for him, and your wanton screams and mewls taking him further and further.

Enji all but laughs into your ear, his hand moving from pressing onto the tatami mat and pushing into your opened mouth, pressing onto your tongue. “Suck my fingers like a good whore, show me that you’re not gonna disappoint me. Suck my fingers.” you sob in the thought, not because you’re fearful of disappointing the man, but because the feeling of his fingers in your mouth makes your cunt throb ludicrously, your tongue desperately wrapping around the appendages, pushing through the space of his fingers. “I’m going to fill you up so good, breeding whore. You’ll be leaking my cum for days. I’m going to make sure you carry the Todoroki gene, and I hope that it’s my son you carry.”

The words incite clenching heat in your core, your lips unable to form anything but a weak, pitiful moan because the thought of being filled to the max with Todoroki cum makes your mind spin. More, you want to milk them all dry. You want nothing more than that. With a ragged breath, a consecutive full thrust that sends his cock slamming against your cervix, Enji cums fully within you. His load is long and heavy, your belly feeling like it’s bulging when he finally emerges from your cunt. His once hard cock limping in his hands while you lay there defeated, his and your intermixed cum spilling from your pulsing cunt. 

Your mouth opened, sobbing at his absence, a need for him to return despite your core's undeniable tremor and ache. He’s off your body as well, and oxygen floods your lungs in dizzying and shallow pants, your vision fuzzies out, and you stare almost brokenly at the window painted with the rising morning sun.

Your room was in the east wing, after all.

You didn’t even protest when he pressed a smooth wooden plug into your cunt to “ensure you were bred to succession.”

He would soon leave your room, stumbling out with a drunken hiccup, leaving you to lay on a once white kimono… a once white kimono drenched in cum, blood, sweat, and tears.

You wouldn’t know until two weeks later, but Todoroki Enji had succeeded in breeding you, and you would eventually lay in a birthing room with blood and sweat and tears soaking your skin as a silent baby boy was placed in your arms.

“And what will his name be?” the midwife asked, her eyes wide with joy for you and Enji.

“...Shouto.”

[mercur1e]

Saw your Father’s Day post and I knew I had to ask for it:

Dilf!Jean x Teacher!Black reader fic

I’ll let you pick whether it’s sfw or nsfw, I just need some Jean content rn😌

YES OML

Contains: Modern AU, female anatomy but no pronouns

Jean has had his eye on you for a while now. You're his kid's teacher, he know he shouldn't be feeling this way. But he can't help it. You're so kind and beautiful. You're great with the kids, and always patient with them. And god, your smile. That pretty, pretty smile. When he dropped Julia off at the first day of school, you had smiled and introduced yourself. Nothing unusual, it's just common courtesy. So why was he acting like a teenager in love all over again? He brushed it off thinking it was just because he hasn't dated in a while. Ever since his divorce he hasn't really been interested in dating.

Everytime Jean would pick up his child he made small talk with you. About his daughter, about your jobs, anything that would get you to talk to him. Jean would subtly compliment you, telling you that you look pretty or that a color looks good on you. Hell, he pointed out when you changed your hair up for a day, even if it wasnt anything major. Every once in a while he would lightly flirt with you, questioning how you're single and asking if you have a s/o. You'd always reply that you haven't been interested in anyone around here.

And it wasn't one sided, no. You'd glance at him when (you thought) he wasn't looking, looking as handsome as ever. His slicked back hair and style would make anyone swoon. A million dollar smile, great personality, and he was a good father? You wanted to be with him, you really did. But as a teacher you know you shouldn't. But the school year is almost out, you wish he would make a move.

Today was just like any other day, Jean came to pick up his kid and he was making small talk with you. Talking to you about your plans for the summer, and where you would like to go. Meanwhile Jean was was worrying about how to ask you out. "Do I just say it? Do I slip it in? Shit. Fuck it I'll just say it."

As you were talking about your summer plans, Jean interrupted you. "I..I was wondering if I can take you out on a date? If not I'm sorry that-"

"I've been waiting for you to say that." A smile forms on your lips. "I thought I'd become a corspe before you asked me out!" You poke in a joking manner.

Jean chuckled at you. "Well how about as an apology for making you wait so long, I take you out to dinner tonight?" He says while smiling at you. God, he's got a nice smile.

"I would love that. Is 7 o'clock good for you?" You ask Jean while writing your number on a slip of paper and handing it to him.

"Works for me. It won't be hard finding a babysitter for Julia for the night. I'll see you then sweetheart."

The rest of the school day went by fast. Happy to be home, you search through you closet to find something to wear. After digging in your closet you found your perfect outfit. Putting it on and standing infront the mirror you looked damn good in it. Going into the bathroom to finish up your hair and getting the look you wanted, you were almost done. Now you just had to find the right fragrance and any other additions. And with that, you were ready for your date. Hearing a knock on your door, you go to answer it.

You're met with Jean, looking as handsome as ever. He has on a dress shirt with some slacks, paired with a nice watch and shoes. Eyeing you up and down, he shoots you a smirk.

"You look amazing."

"And you look handsome, which is a shocker for you." You play, he knows he looks even on his worst days.

Jean guffawed at your comment. "Uh huh, like I don't notice you checking me out almost everyday at school."

Locking your door behind you, you two begin walking towards his car. "Guess I'm not as sneaky as I thought."

"Nope, you're shit and trying to be sneaky."

"Oh shut up!" You giggled as you slapped his arm lightly. He opens the car door for you and you get in.

"So, where are we going?" You ask once he gets in the car.

"It's a surprise, but I think you'll like it when we get there."

As he was driving, you two talked and joked together. It wasn't a very long ride, maybe about 15-20 minutes until you arrived to the destination. It was a popular steakhouse that had recently opened up, and it wasn't cheap either.

"I've always wanted to go here, I've heard good things about this place." Looking around the parking lot, you could tell it wasn't a super busy night but they had business, that's good.

"Me too. I've heard good things about the place and its owned by a local chef." Holding out his hand to you, you take it as you're getting out of the car. To his pleasant surprise, you hold on to his hand until you two are seated at the table he reserved. The rest of the date went wonderfully, you both thoroughly enjoyed dinner and had fun getting to know each other more. And of course taking playful jabs at each other and eating dessert.

Pulling up in front of your house, Jean helps you out the car and walks you to your front door.

"I really enjoyed tonight, I loved every bit of it. Thank you for treating me to dinner."

"Of course." Jean replies, secretly hoping you'd you'd kiss him.

You two sat in silence for a few minutes until you looked him in the eye. His eyes were shining, hoping that you'd make a move. Finally, you broke the silence.

"Can I kiss you-" You didn't even finish your sentence before his lips landed on yours. He pulled back though, the kiss ending as quick as it started. You kissed him again. And again, until it turned into a full blown makeout session. "Do you want to go inside?" You asked once you finally caught your breath. Jean nodded at you, eyes now clouded with need. Opening your door, you barely have time to register what happened. Jean's got you pressed against your door, lips back on yours. Running your hands through his hair you let his tongue roam your mouth. He sucks on your tongue while trying to take your clothes off. "Mm, not here, my bedroom." While hurrying towards your bedroom, articles of clothing litter your hallway as you both rush to take off your clothes. After you get into the bedroom Jean motions for you to lay on the bed.

Laying between your legs, he leaves kisses on your navel and thighs, avoiding where you need him the most. Taking a long finger and swiping up your slit, he feels just how wet you are for him.

"Fuck, I've been waiting to do this for so long."

You hum in agreement. "Me too, I've wanted you for so long"

Licking a stripe up your pussy, you shiver under him. He kitten licks your clit before sticking a long finger into you. Your vagina clenches around the digit, adjusting to it after a minute.

"Another" you mewl, wanting more of him. He listens, putting his index finger in. He moves his fingers in a scissoring motion, loving the way you feel around him. His fingers are coated with your juices, creating a wet sound every time he thrusted them into you. Sucking on your clit, you moan and twitch under him. He speeds his fingers up, and starts sucking at your clit more harshly.

"Ah! Ah! M' gonna cum!"

"That's right, come for me baby. Cum all over my fingers."

Your body shivers from your orgasm as your hole convulses around Jean's fingers, creaming around him. He takes his fingers out of you, and you whine at the loss. He takes his fingers up to his mouth and sucks on them.

"You tatse so good baby. So good for me. Can't wait to have you screaming for me."

He looks so hot like this. Hair disheveled and out of place, lust filled eyes just waiting to devour you. He takes his dick and strokes it a few times before pushing your legs against your chest. He lines himself up at your entrance, and slowly pushes in. It stings at first, he's so big. You already feel full, before you look down and see that you've only taken half of him. Jean slowly eases the rest of himself into you, before he's finally buried to the hilt. You swear you can feel him in your throat.

"Y-you can move baby, I can take it."

Jean smirks at you. "You sure?"

"Mhm..keep going."

Once Jean knew you were okay he started roughly thrusting into you. Leaning down to suck at your nipples, your hand grabbed at his hair. Tugging lightly at it, you wrangled a low groan out of the man above you. He can tell you're close because your moans are getting louder and he can feel you tightening around his dick.

"You gonna cum for me baby? Want me to fill you up?"

"Mm Mhm!"

"Say it."

"Cum in my Jean, please!"

He smirked. "Anything you want baby."

Slamming his hips into you, Jean's abusing your poor g-spot at this point. He flips you over so you're face down ass up and you can tell he's close too by the way his dick is twitching inside of you.

"Fuck! Fuck! I'm cummimg, I'm cumming-"

"That's it baby, come all over me."

Jean doesn't let up even after you've come. Your overstimulated pussy fills the room with sloppy noises. Jean gives a few more rough thrusts before coming inside of you. You both simultaneously groan out, you feel even fuller than before. He pulls out of you, feeling a sense of pride as he watches some of his cum drip out of your pussy.

Rolling over onto your back, you gaze up at Jean. A fucked out grin makes its way onto your face. Jean smiles back down at you before he lays down onto your chest.

"Is it selfish if I say I don't want this to end?" He mumbles in between the valley of your breats.

"Mm no. Because I don't want it to end either. I really like you Jean, I mean it." Your hand runs through his hair, its original style long gone.

"I really like you too, you think we could make something outta this? Maybe even a relationship?"

You giggle. "Is this your way of asking me to be your s/o?"

"Yeah...pretty shitty way huh?" Jean let's out a small laugh.

"Hmm yes, but I accept. I'll be your s/o."

"Guess it's not stupid if it works hm?" Jean leans up to plant a kiss against your lips.

"Oh shut up you!"

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE THIS DONE YESTERDAY BUT I FEEL ASLEEP! Anyways I hoped you liked it! Thank you for requesting and feedback is appreciated!! Have a good day! <33

This is my original work. Do not steal, repost, or copy my works. All works on this belong to @c00chi

[khaleesiofalicante]

HELLO HI DANI HI 🌻

How are you doing???

I haven’t been on this hellsite in weeks but I’m officially back. I missed so much stuff???

1. You’re writing a divorce Mavid au???? Why? literally why?? who hurt u sis. I demand a thesis with explanation.

2. There’s a trailer for lbaf 4?? WHERE MAAM?? I CANNOT FIND IT. Send a search party plsss thanks

3. BMILY- i finally finished it and it was the softest shit I’ve ever read. Mavid has my entire heart oooofff. Also the angst was top tier. Max’s storyline killed me. Also good parent Alec>>>>>>>>> and lastly, blue means I love you ooooff. who allowed you to write shit like this bro??????

4. I haven’t finished baby malec au yet. Will do it tonight and I’ll find you again.

Also, I’ve been socialising a lot lately and I had almost forgotten how much I used to like that shit???? I’m utterly disgusted by this change in personality. I used to be the biggest recluse in the past few years oooffff—

I’m also sort of seeing this guy who keeps on doing cute shit so like the mature adult I am, I have commenced termination protocol by ghosting him. *pats myself on the back*

—

Lastly I finally updated lrhwy and bruh I had forgotten how much I needed writing again. I’m someone who has to put minimal effort and still scores a lot lmao so for the past two days I’ve been writing non stop and all my flat mates were shooketh cause I never study lmao. Someone tell these cuties that I was writing fanfiction lol.

Okay I’m done with my update. I repeat, how are you doing???? I can’t wait for LBAF.

ILY BYEEEE🌻🌻🌸💚

Tis for u

WELCOME BACK MOTHERFUCKER.

I like pain.

Here is your trailer. Fuck the tumble tag system.

bmily mavid owns my heart bye

baby malec is so fun to write tho. why tf are they so soft shdfak

you like socializing? who are you??? BLOCKED.

if i hear one more story about a 'cute guy' i will throw myself off my balcony istg (good job ghosting him men are to be ghosted)

SO SO SO SO EXCITED TO READ LHRWY NEW CHAPTER. I had a physically exhausting day and imma treat myself by starting the day with the new chapter tomorrow :)

I'm doing okay. I got covid lmao. But I recovered in two days. I'm unmatched. I'm unhinged. But this meant i couldn't go on my vacay which I REALLY looked forward to. So, I'm kinda mad lol.

Hope you take some time off work (and socializing ew) and focus on self-care. SEE YOU WITH LBAF SOON SUCKER.

ps - just so you know, im super super super proud and in awe of how you managed to write a 20k+ chapter and continue a story seamlessly as if you dropped it off only yesterday (yes i read the first bit during my break what about it) despite all your commitments. You're amazing <3

[yakumtsaki]

Welcome to the second part of the BackupKingdom2 saga finale, appropriately entitled Doomed, since a) we’re going for the suicidal achievement of the ~Legendary Doomsword~ which is ridic and I’ve never managed to complete it, and b) Liz’s reign is for real doomed.

Kingdom-wise, after a blissful period of security the bandits are back with a vengeance, emerging from the forest every morning in single file like the fucking 7 dwarves.

-Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, a-pillaging we gooo!🎵

UGH LIZ. THIS IS WHAT YOUR BATSHIT TYRANNY HAS GOTTEN US. But worry not, because it’s not just the kingdom that’s going to shit, it’s Liz’s 3rd marriage as well:

I’ve no idea what went down on free will while I was questing around, but Liz now has this permanent negative buff caused by Linotta’s existence. We really didn’t have enough problems around here so this was much needed.

Perhaps Linotta objected to the fact Liz practically lives by the mail box, bombarding Piratefu with messenger pigeons 24/7.

-One of these days she’ll forgive me and agree to come over!!!

Sure she will Liz, I mean if anything pirates are famed for their forgiving nature.

At this point I really can’t deal with Liz’s shitty mood anymore, she’s flopping so hard in her tasks and it’s this vicious cycle of her doing badly>being in an even worse mood because of it>>whining endlessly etc etc, so I’m sorry Linotta but tonight is elimination night in BackupKingdom2′s Next Royal Wife.

-IT’S OVER LINOTTA DUE TO WHATEVER IT WAS YOU OR I DID!!! I STILL LOVE KAYLEY AND I’M SO CLOSE TO GETTING HER BACK ONCE SHE REPLIES TO MY LETTERS. PLUS YOU STILL HAVEN’T GIVEN ME A ROYAL HEIR AND THAT’S THE OFFICIAL REASONING I’M GOING WITH

-How could I give you a royal heir, we didn’t have the same-sex pregnancy mod until today!!!

-I don’t have time for your nonsense excuses, now get the hell off my property!

-The whole kingdom is your property!!

-That’s right, YOU’RE EXILED. AND GIVE ME THIS DRESS BEFORE YOU LEAVE BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE IF I CAN PULL IT OFF

-Of course you can’t pull it off, you don’t have the curves for it!

-Alright I guess that’s true, you can keep it. BUT YOU’RE STILL EXILED AS FUCK

-Oh Heavens above, wherever will I go now? Oh that’s right, to one of the dozen other kingdoms that aren’t being run into the ground by some dumbass lunatic with stupid hair and a cucky non-crown!!!

-YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW OR I’LL THROW YOU IN THE PIT

-YOU CAN’T AFFORD TO KILL ME, THE PEOPLE LOVE ME AND YOU’RE ONE EXECUTION AWAY FROM ANOTHER REVOLT!!!

-THAT’S RIDICULOUS, THE PLEBS WORSHIP ME, THEY WOULD NEVER REVOLT FOR THE 5TH TIME!!!

-Troubadour Bellinda has an entire series of plays mocking you, you idiot! Whatever, I’m out, I hate this orange decor anyway!! There are other colors, you know!!!

-NOT TO ME THERE AREN’T

Man that was rough, how you holding up Liz?

-ROTTEN. HORRIBLE. I NEED TO EXECUTE SOMEONE ASAP. IS THAT TRAMP BELLINDA REALLY MOCKING ME IN HER PLAYS???

Of course not!

-GET OUT OF HERE LINOTTA OR I’LL EXECUTE YOU SINCE THAT’S ALL IM CAPABLE OF DOING 

Bellinda better pack it in before we’re mourning more victims around here.

Song of the woooooods, sad sooooooong of the woods, calling Piratefuuuu, mon amour fouuuu🎵

Incredible song Liz, clearly you’ve never been better so I’ll just leave you unattended for a bit and go play some actual quests-

-WHAT THE FUCK. PIRATEFU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-I heard Liz’s enchanting song of the woods and came out! 

You’ve been living in the woods this entire time????

-Well where else would I live?

I don’t know, I assume you had a house somewhere!!!

-Nop, just went back to my bandit tent. 

Good Lord, we could have at least given you a divorce settlement or something, we’re the WORST.

-KAYLEY MY DARLING YOU’RE HERE!!!! I knew my amazing song would work, it took me one year to compose it! 

-You’re looking well Liz, word of your execution spree has reached me, clearly bathing in blood agrees with you!

-Oh my love, I should have never left you for that elf twat, her stupid kingdom has the most useless exports of all time!!! But don’t worry, she was among the first people I executed! Here’s a white rose dipped in her blood!

-Aw Liz, you always know just what to say!

-Can you forgive me, my darling, and be my bandit queen again?

-I’ve waited so long to hear you say that, Liz!

-Well let me say it again on one knee-

-Please marry me again, Kayley, I’ve been going a bit cray cray without you, I love you with every beat of my stone-cold heart!

-God, I’ve dreamt of this so many times..

-NO. HAHAHAHAHA

-WHAT

-Oh, do you not know what ‘no’ means?? FUCK NO I WON’T MARRY YOU AGAIN. YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST DUMP ME, MARRY AGAIN *TWICE* AND THEN I’LL COME RUNNING BACK??? 

-BUT.. BUT YOU KISSED ME, YOU SAID YOU DREAMT OF THIS!!

-I DID DREAM OF IT! Dreamt of turning you down HAHAHAHA. Oh God, this felt SO good. Thank you, Liz. Be well!

-NO WAIT WAIT

-Listen.. You.. me.. together again.. ruling.. executing.. everyone scared of us.. it will be just the way it used to! And we have the same-sex pregnancy mod now, imagine the kind of kids we’ll produce! 

-Damn you, you’re so persuasive.. And I *am* tired of living in a tent.

-Well then..

-HAHA, PSYCH. NO AGAIN, BITCH. SEE YOU NEVER

Piratefu girl istg. Like I can’t even be mad, this was masterful, well played.

Of course Liz is devastated and we all know what that means..

-SENTENCED TO DEATH

-SENTENCED TO DEATH

-SENTENCED TO DEATH

-You are released!

-Thank you, your Majesty!

-And sentenced to death!

Great, all in a day’s work. Now if we can get on with some actual work around here, we have the Legendary Doomsword to make or die trying (and we will). See you in part 2!!