#ohh i've been waiting for this moment for a long while now

[applesontheground]

your own prometheus 💉

CHAPTER SEVEN something inside your head | AO3

small sidenote: this photo makes me cackle every time i see it and i’m including it in this.

SFW | Word Count: 4,245 | Herbert West x GN Reader x Daniel Cain

contains canon typical/gore, beginnings of the Angst

⬅ continued from like minds broken, like minds breaking free ➡ continued in robbing me of my rightful chances 🔁 start at the beginning with letting me in or letting me go

He was starting to get déjà vu from what he saw: three friends in the lobby of a hospital, two in white coats and one holding a stack of papers. Every time he seemed to stumble on it, the moods were shifting. Less stiff upper lips, blank glances when one of the others talked. This time, everyone stood a little bit closer together. One of them even laughed.

The courier’s lips turned upwards as [he/she/they] looked away from the man on [his/her/their] right, and he could almost hear the scoff under [his/her/their] breath that came out in the form of a jerk of [his/her/their] body, finally opening their mouth to speak to the taller man on the left.

“Dan, can you believe that?”

“Well, you’ve been staring at those three for long enough.” Graves idled down the hall, seeing Dyer turn with an expression of stale bemusement. The officer shook his head as he muttered, “I don’t know what to make of [Y/N]. [He/she’s / They’re] still friends with those two after everything I’ve been trying to get at. We can’t talk about it out loud, but I mean… [Y/N] lives with them, and can’t sense that murderous intent?” Graves furrowed his brow as Dyer continued, “The unattainable urges coming off them?” He gave Dan another stare, seeing how he looked down at the courier with a fond smirk, hands in his pockets as he fawned over them continuing to laugh at a joke that had long passed the moment. He corrected himself, “Off of West, anyways.”

The pathologist gave him a doubtful huff, but the man went on, “I mean that, they were caught doing unspeakable things here, and now thanks to a few redacted notes they have jobs again after a short stint in Peru. If only [he/she/they] had any idea what West and Cain were capable of. What atrocities probably take place in that house they all share, and somehow [he’s/she’s / they’re] none the wiser.”

“I saw you eating peanut butter straight out of the jar last night. Care to explain yourself?” You looked up from the papers in your arm, seeing Dan give that look that was half joking and half serious in his interrogation. Before you could even consider changing the subject, you sniffed dryly, “Oh yeah? When would you have seen me do that?”

Herbert spoke almost like he was reimagining it, watching movement in the lobby rather than zeroing in on you; that was what Dan seemed to be there for. “2 AM. We both saw you do it, so don’t try to play the hypothetical.”

You started squinting at the taller of them with returned eye contact, “Well, what were you guys doing up so late?” Dan ignored the question and muttered quietly, keeping it gentle with the tone despite nitpicking, “That jar was bought for everyone in the house. Not just for you to eat plain at ungodly hours.” You stifled another wince, trying to keep your expression relaxed while Herbert chastised in your other ear, “You didn’t even look like you were awake while doing it.”

You rolled your eyes, then slowly asked, “…Have you also been eating the-“

“No, we haven’t been eating the peanut butter, [Y/N].” Dan interrupted you, shaking his head while you cringed at his tone, but he finally smirked in a way like he couldn’t believe what he was saying while you merely bit back laughter, glancing between him and the other one as everyone finally just let the subject go, the humor in it coming as a quaint comfort. Normalcy felt like a good fit, even when temporary – and over a rather embarrassing habit of yours on top of that.

It was strange to have a quiet night at the house where not only Dan was upstairs sharing the space with you, but Herbert as well. They both took the sofa, the mess of textbooks splayed out on the coffee table while you were in the chair on the other side of the living room, stretched out with your back against one arm and your legs dangling over the other. Unconventional, but in character, as Herbert had observed aloud when he came to join you.

It would’ve put you on edge to be with them for reasons relating to their research if you weren’t sidetracked from what you had nearly walked in on the night before. Still, it didn’t really change much about your feelings towards either of them the more you thought about it. Herbert still scared the hell out of you, and Dan… well, he was Dan. You couldn’t bring yourself to be cold with him, even if he was having something under wraps while making advances with you simultaneously. Again, the ability anything had to surprise you was drawing thinner and thinner in each passing day.

The relationship did make what was between the two of you confusing, though. You had spent all of the last few weeks considering your feelings for him, but now you were just lost on it as a whole once again. Even sitting there, you figured that keeping not just him, but both of them at arm’s length was more of a necessary tactic than something you wanted to do.

Still, that didn’t mean you couldn’t socialize. The house was definitely big enough for the three of you, and avoiding each other would be another battle. Plus, gave you a decent alibi with them: stay in sight, no need for constant interrogations on who you were talking to or where you could’ve gone. At least, in your own head it all made sense. Enough to keep you idly drawing while a fierce wind blew outside, clouds hiding a nearly full moon and making the world appear dark beyond the porch of what once was a mortuary.

What were you supposed to do about the little that you understood about these two? Tell someone? Hide out in your bedroom all day? The reality of what went on behind closed doors – both regarding the mystery of the missing body parts and the mystery of Dan and Herbert – were Dan and Herbert’s burden to bear, and not yours if you could manage that much.

“Oh, by the way,” You took the scissors sitting under your sketchbook, starting to shear out one of your pages, “Herbert, I redrew a diagram from your notebook that you left out the other day. Might as well just give it to you now so I don’t find my things in the basement again.” He gave you a surprised glance from over the book as you leaned slightly from the chair, tossing the sheet you had just severed onto the coffee table. Both men’s eyes settled with it, and Dan’s expression solidified with a light, petrified clench of his jaw as he murmured, “You drew that?”

“I can only stare at the pictures you two have laying around so much before wanting to take inspiration.” You scoffed as Herbert held up the page, mulling over it. “If anyone would understand that I’d think it’d be you two.”

“[Y/N], that’s really well done and all, but you shouldn’t be-“ Dan began, and Herbert suddenly cut him off, “It’s good.” It made you smirk a little, heat blanketing your face as he continued to stare, and even observed, “You have a remarkable handle on anatomy despite not being in the profession, [Y/N].” Dan gave you another bothered glance, and you shrugged at him. Part of you just wanted to spit it out, I’m doing my best to make myself useful around here, but you saved it as Herbert then set it down and asked, “If I gave you another, would you…?”

Perking up again, you inhaled to answer and Dan was now interrupting, “Maybe another time. [Y/N] has other projects she’s working on.” He paused, giving you another look. “Right?”

“…Right.” You once again gave the hold both of them had on your attention slack, and sat back in your position on the chair, its arm digging into your spine as you shifted your eyes back down to see you had idly began trimming another page. The eyeball that you had drawn was perfectly sheared down the middle, two halves of the pupil staring up at you from your book and the other from the coffee table in silent question.

“And then I tell them, That arrest record was nulled before I was born. How the hell could I get it for you? What do I look like, the necromancer of paperwork!?” You joked to the receptionist, smiling as they snickered in reply. Little things were what made you able to traverse the days, even though sleep was dwindling down to a few hours a night. The rest of those long hours between sunset and sunrise were devoted to listening to the house settle and tearing your own idea of your roommates apart in your mind’s apparitions of them rather than try to find solace in a quiet room without the hints of human agony and confused fighting seeping through the vents.

A nurse suddenly stopped in front of you and the counter, half in a hurry but willing to pause on her route to ask a question. “Hey, do either of you have your key card on you? I left mine back in the main offices on the fourth floor, need to get into a room down here.”

“Oh, absolutely. Here, le-“ You had pulled out your ID card from its usual home in your shirt’s pocket, giving it a split second scan before dropping it back in while neither of them had the chance to see it emerge. “Huh, I-I…I might not actually have it.” You then lied in the same breath, hand slapping your chest in a fabricated search for it, “Sorry, ma’am.”

The nurse huffed, “Darn, really? Well, no big deal. Thanks.” As she trotted off, already asking someone else for help and leaving your saccharine expression to wither, you turned to look down the hall as though what you wanted to scorn would come striding your way at the mere glance.

Not today, though, leaving you to vent your frustration in the form of a tedious sigh and a walk along to the doors. It wasn’t even a panicked sort of realization that he had taken something from you anymore, and rather you jumped right to where it could be. Something was starting to erode in your headspace from the constant worry, the knowledge you wished you didn’t have, and what took its place was beginning to get a clue.

You jiggled the handle to the basement door, the usual inability to turn failing you as your eyes widened and the door started to move. When it wasn’t in the usual state of eternally locked, it was rather loose and quick to hinge inwards. Before taking another step forward, you called down the stairs, “Herbert? Dan?”

When nothing came back up, not even a sound that indicated someone was there, you looked back down the hall and paused to listen in towards the kitchen and living room. When there wasn’t anything besides a single bird calls from outside the walls, you finally slipped past the doorframe and took the first step downwards.

You couldn’t remember which intestine this was from your plethora of anatomy classes that you had back in grade school. Speculating casually was the only way you could keep your screams to yourself, almost holding your breath as you felt the sweat start to bead against your forehead and really processed that it was a human-sized organ sitting out in the open. First the arm, then the…guy, and now this. It wasn’t necessarily worse than what you had faced previously, but still not a discovery that made you feel fuzzy on the inside.

“[Y/N].” Your body started to turn towards the voice before your eyes could take themselves from the table, but finally you sent a wary expression up at Herbert as he stood at the top of the stairs, watching you remain silent and not try to evade him or what you had walked into.

You should’ve been terrified. Ignoring the way the organ gleamed under the faulty lights made your stomach flip, you then turned your body to fully face the man and crossed your arms. “Something of mine is missing. I assumed it would be here.” You murmured, your voice somehow remaining stern despite the sickly waiver coming in and out. Herbert replied, “What are you talking about?” He didn’t look away as he finished traversing down the stairs, eyeing the scene just behind you once before fixating back onto you, “I can’t believe I’m asking this again, but how did you get down here?”

You shrugged, struggling to trust the sound of your own answer: “Someone left the door unlocked. Usually, I need a special clearance to find myself in a place I shouldn’t be, but…” You trailed off, being the first to look away from him now as you went on, “My work I.D. went missing.”

“Are you accusing me of taking it?” Herbert asked without missing a beat, and your jaw slacked under your pursed lips. You hadn’t even said anything yet, and it was all you needed to hear as you uncrossed your arms, fingers worming into your shirt pocket to pull out the card you had laid eyes on earlier.

“I have reason to believe so.” You simply stated, holding the I.D. between your index and middle fingers so he could see his own disgruntled photo staring back at him. “Any reason we’re playing games today, Dr. West?”

He glared at the use of the title, making you bite back a grin as you held it out to him. Still an island away, the space between where he stood at the foot of the steps and where you remained by the metal table was an eternity of a wavering silence. One that wouldn’t last, and sure didn’t sit soundly between your tight gaze and his smothering glare. He took the card with a quick sleight of hand, careful not to ghost over your own fingers while doing so. Even you pulled your hand back a little too quickly when releasing your grip, still looking on expectantly.

“You have an abnormal amount of access to the hospital. It was necessary to a greater interest.” He stated, as if that would even be close to touch the surface of what you were trying to fathom. You stepped a half inch to the side, body turning halfway between him and the organ before the both of you. “This was the greater interest?” You clarified, and he merely rolled his eyes.

Like a snake rearing to strike, he then stood a little taller and scrutinized, “You wouldn’t understand, and I don’t know why I thought you would.” Although you had felt that comment, you let it bounce off of you for the time, eyes trailing down before catching on the innards one last time. Part of you suddenly shot forward in the form of words, chin tipping back up. “Well, I’m more than willing to stay out of it,” You agreed, ignoring a twilight of disappointment that shone through a sour frown and a slight tilt of his head. You then insisted, “but despite that, I’m not leaving without getting that key card back.” You scoffed, “You seem to have forgotten that I spend so much time at Miskatonic, it’s practically an asset to my commute.”

He then asked, “What are you going to do with such an extensive authority to the hospital?” You replied, “Nothing, I just do what I need to-”

“Liar.”

Your eyes snapped wide at the interruption, “You’re the liar!” You turned back around, and feeling the anger crawling in your throat you asked, “W-whose guts are these? Sherman Robinson’s? The body that came walking up these fucking stairs a couple nights ago?” You pointed to the staircase again, “The missing cadaver from the hospital that you and Dan supposedly know nothing about?”

Herbert didn’t waiver as you stepped closer, almost nose to nose as you added, “I might show up where I shouldn’t sometimes, but you’ve been the one taking my notebooks…my key cards, my work.” You laughed, “And the last I checked, I haven’t laid a damn finger on any of your stolen body parts unless I needed to stop it from trying to tear me a new one. The most I’ve done is…” You stopped, then recalled with a slightly horrified ring to your voice, “…Bring that vial home from Pathology.”

Herbert’s stare became less abrasive, watching you start to falter in your fury. You finally swallowed the distaste in your tone and repeated, “Look. I do apologize for intruding, but I had my reasons. Just give me the key card back. I…I’ll leave you to your business, you can-“

“[Y/N], how can either of us deny your interest? You said that you wanted answers.” The venom was absent from his tone now, and you once again met eyes with him, any arrogance slipping down the drain of your disposition in place of the standard unassuming muteness. He tipped his head, gesturing towards the table, “Here. Everything you’ve been wanting to know is right here if only you took a second to really look.” You were locked in place for another pause as he turned, but he didn’t start to walk until you followed, staring over his shoulder as you motioned to move.

You stood on one side, the one with the most distance from the intestine. He eyed it, like you weren’t even there watching as he then moved towards a bag sitting on a stool towards the back of the room. There were a few different areas of the basement, ones you hadn’t even begun to look into. Usually, what you saw on the first side of the room was enough for you. Your eyes flickered to the stairs, wondering if you’d ever leave but then disregarding the thought when a neon flash of green caught your eyes.

“This is what gives me the leeway. The essence of kinetic energy, enough proteins to disturb even the deepest of our eternal sleep.” Herbert explained, the vial in one hand and a syringe in another. He stuck the needle into the thin cap, and the light moved from one vessel to the other.

Your brow furrowed, shook from the pressure as you looked from what he was doing to his face again. “Well, what are you going to do?” You asked.

Herbert gave you a careful look, chin tipped towards the table as he pointed the needle towards the intestine. “Isn’t it obvious?”

His eyes then darted behind you, and before you could turn an iron grip going around your torso scared you into mustering the energy to breathe, and you did so in a gutted yelp, “Dan-!”

He didn’t answer, only hoisting you to walk backwards and up the stairs again. “Goddamn it, Herbert, I told you-“ He spoke between grappling you, doing your best to keep up with where he wanted you to walk with a glance over your shoulder, “Not to bring [him/her/them]- Into this-“ He turned his body, swiveling you like a ragdoll and making your feet knock against the stairs. You cried, “Ow, hey-!“

He set you on your feet, knees wobbling as you gained your balance. “[Y/N]-” He attempted to speak to you now but lost his words as you braced the wall in front of you, pulling back from him with wide eyes.

Both of you were silent, staring into each other’s ghastly expressions. It was home, it was solidarity; the feelings you got from his shivering exhale was enough to make you plead, “How many times will I have to ask you what’s going on down there?” You couldn’t help the next question, Dan trying to talk but being drowned out by the utter shock in your voice, “Is that what the hospital doesn’t want to talk about?”

“A mishandling of it is what they won’t speak of. Not done by me, nor by Dan, mind you.” Herbert answered, stepping out from the dark and closing the basement door behind him. He shot an irritated glance at the other man, “We have a much better understanding of it now. Having done more trials, I’ve spent most of my time not at work working towards something more docile, manageable.”

“It will never be manageable, Herbert!” Dan yelled, throwing an arm at the door and becoming irate, “You’ve been working with the re-agent for goddamn years at this point and it’s always been this…big, violent mess!”

Re-agent, you mouthed with a long look at the door. The words were there, pulling forth the definitions but not cultivating any sort of sense. That green serum was an agent for…Rejuvenating? Repurposing? The word was on the tip of your tongue, but you were pulled back in with Dan turning towards you again.

“[Y/N], I don’t tell you this to keep you in the dark, or to confuse you, alright? I tell you this to protect us- You.” Herbert and you both caught that, gnawing on your bottom lip to repress the look of disbelief you wanted to pull as he stammered, “You don’t know what kind of damage that research can do to someone, believe me. I’ve been…helping Herbert for awhile now, and it’s-“

“What, damaged you?” Herbert scoffed, “You’ve been just as ingrained within this work and mad for the truths of the re-agent as I have, Daniel.” Dan gave him a signal with his face, one you missed as he turned away from you, but guessing from the way it silenced the other man you figured it wasn’t nice.

He turned back to you, and lowered his voice, “It’s confusing, and I’ve seen it hurt people before. People who…don’t know what to do with the findings, and i-it’s…torn things apart.” He looked you straight in the eyes, almost gutting you as he then repeated himself, “Torn people apart.”

You felt the posture of the man standing beside him change again, just like it had when you had spoken about Pathology. Before anything else could be said, Dan made a beeline for the living room, walked straight through and out of sight.

Herbert then walked by at a slower pace, and you averted his stare until he finally held your card out to you. Silent, you took it, not caring that your clammy hands had slid past his fingertips while doing so this time. He uncomfortably straightened his posture, but caused you to look up again as he assured you, “He’s seen a lot in our trials, [Y/N]. You did nothing wrong in simply being curious.”

As he left you with that and also walked down the hall, you leaned against the wallpaper to your back and stared at the basement door. You slid the I.D. card into your pocket, and with a deep breath went to the closet where you hung your coat.

You weren’t upset, but something had snapped with how messy Dan’s insistence had been. He didn’t want to tell you? He didn’t let Herbert tell you? That was how it was going to be, and although it hurt more than you had once anticipated it would when it came down to it, you found that you could live with that – but you couldn’t live with being so goddamn confused any more.

Lucky for you, answers were easy to find for someone who pushed the papers.

A part of you felt as though you were betraying everything you had stood for up until now, the very notion that you had left without telling either of them enough of a nonverbal betrayal to signal to them you were not to be trusted from this night on, but you pressed the worry down as you walked the halls of Miskatonic. You were off the clock, and here at a time where both Dan and Herbert weren’t, but you knew who was working.

He was slimy, he gave you all sorts of pins and needles with how he spoke…but he could be of use after what you had nearly seen. Dyer was in the lobby, speaking to a doctor with a hand resting on his hip as he spoke with that smirk that sent a nasty rush down your spine. When he saw you standing on the other side of the waiting room, he nearly lit up. “Courier, never thought I’d see you here after hours. Must have gotten the guts to come looking for something.” Bile pricked your throat at that choice of word, but you remained stock still as he supposed, “I’m guessing Cain and West are giving you the ol’ smoke and mirrors, not telling you what they’ve done or what they could do?”

You didn’t answer that, uncomfortably swallowing as you reminded him, “You said you had something to show me.”

His grin fell, and he swooned in a relieved tone, “Atta [boy/girl/do it].” He walked to the closest corridor, and with a slide of his own keycard opened the door to Pathology for you, letting you step into the dark room before closing it behind the both of you.

“Sure Graves won’t mind us in here.” He assured you, but it brought nothing of the sort to your throbbing headache.

[mustainegf]

Can you write a fluff/smut for Kill ‘Em All era James? Maybe like they’re dating and it’s their first time doing it together kinda thing idk just a thought, no pressure! :) (Jamesxfem reader)

My favourite James era 😋😋

I could sense where this was leading, James held me close as he hovered over me, his lips fighting mine.

Iloved it when we kissed like that, passionate and intense. It made me forget that we had to be quiet, his band members might hear if we were too loud.

The walls here were almost paper thin.

Both of us were nervous out of our minds to have sex for the first time, but we had talked about it, and we understood how much we both wanted.

We'd been together for months now and we were both still virgins, but we were ready.

We'd seen eachother completely naked many times in the past, it's just that somehow we had never actually fucked.

That changed tonight. We both knew what would happen once we started, neither one of us would last long.

"Jamie..." I whined softly, his labored breathing humming in my ears.

He didn't say anything, just kept kissing me, his hand on my breast, squeezing it gently while teasing my nipple with his thumb. "Ohh," I gasped, arching my back, pushing against him.

I wanted more. I needed more. I always did with him. He was everything. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. "Are you ready?" James asked, sitting up. Both of us were only in our underwear at this point.

I smiled slowly at him and bit my lip. "Yes."

My voice came out breathy and full of need. I stared at him, watching him push down his boxer briefs and kick them off. I swallowed, my body shivering from nerves. Sure I was scared, but James was the only man I'd ever want to take my virginity.

His dick stood proud in attention, I had to admit, it was perfect.

Big enough to stretch, darkish pink tip, and a thick vein that ran on the underside. I could hardly wait to have it inside of me.

The only reason why I took so long was because I couldn't stop looking at him. When I realized that he was waiting for something from me, I hurriedly removed my own panties and kicked them off.

He reached for me then, his hands landing on my hips. "You are absolutely gorgeous," he whispered, kissing my neck. "And the prettiest girl I've ever met." "You don't have to say that," I said nervously.

"I mean it," James muttered, reaching down to set a kiss on my clit.

I shuddered, my eyes closing as he sucked it into his mouth, but only for a second. "Fuck," he growled, standing back up and reaching behind himself for a condom. He ripped the foil package open and rolled it on awkwardly. I giggled at him as he finally got the condom on.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Don't laugh," he warned with a chuckle. I nodded, trying not to make fun of him.

I wanted this to be perfect. Well, as perfect as it could get, considering we had to be quiet. After all, he wasn't exactly experienced either. "I love you," he murmured, placing a kiss on my forehead.

I looked up at him with a big smile. "I love you too." James watched me. "Do you trust me?" he asked, a nervous look in his eyes. I nodded, my heart racing. I trusted him with everything. "Honey," he groaned, reaching for my leg.

"Bring your leg up." I lifted it, resting my ankle on his shoulder. He grinned. "Just like that." We made awkward eye contact for a moment before James exhaled, "Okay, you ready?" He asked gently. I nodded hastily, begging to feel him in me. He slowly pushed himself inside me, pushing through the initial stinging discomfort, making me wince.

He stopped immediately, resting his forehead on mine. "Shit, I'm sorry. You okay?" I nodded quickly.

"It hurts a bit," I whispered, unsure whether I should tell him or not because I really did want this. "Yeah, I know, should I pull out?"

I shook my head. "No, please don't." I whispered.

"If you change your mind, let me know, but I'll go slow. Okay?"

"Okay," I breathed, needing him more than anything else in the world.

James very slowly rocked his hips back, every single sensation running through the both of us.

I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He felt so good inside me. It was painful, but it was the best pain I'd ever experienced. I felt him pause again, waiting for me to tell him if it hurt.

I shook my head. "It's fine," I whispered. He gave me a tight smile. "I'm glad. I just didn't want to hurt you." I nodded, throwing my arms around his neck and holding on. "It's okay, Jamie, it's getting better," I forced out, trying not to whine too loud.

"You feel really good by the way." James chuckled awkwardly, his eyes almost puppy-like.

His transparency made me laugh, giggling softly.

"You can move now, Jamie," I begged him breathlessly.

He nodded, bringing the pace back.

I couldn't really believe it, I was actually having sex, and with James. It was perfectThe idea was still so new and fresh. It felt amazing though. I was having the time of my life. After all, it was my first time.

The pain was subsiding, which was now taken over by complete lust and pleasure. He felt perfect inside of me, I could hardly describe the sensation.

"Fuck, that's good..." I groaned, throwing my head back on James' pillow.

"You're so tight.." James' voice was exhausted, but his thrusts were full of life.

I bit my lip, trying to stay quiet, but failing miserably. I was making little whimpers and whines, unable to contain myself. My body started heating up, wanting to explode.

I clutched onto his shoulders, watching his face contort with indescribable pleasure. "You can go faster James." I whispered.

James grinning maliciously, quickening his hips which made me flinch and twitch underneath him.

"Jamie-oh James, come here..." I mumbled, reaching my arms around his neck to pull him down to me. I just wanted to be close, especially in such an intimate moment.

I never thought I would experience such intense intimacy with someone. But here I was, with James. And it was wonderful.

I could easily get used to this. In fact, I already had.

With every passing second, I wanted nothing more than to have every night be like this.

"I love you, baby," James whimpered into my ear, his body shaking with every thrust.

I felt it too. I loved him. I did. And the way he was looking at me, it was clear he was feeling it too.

This was what love felt like. I knew in that moment that I was going to love him forever, no matter what he did. "I- I love you too." I moaned softly into the dark bedroom.

It only took another thrust or two before James was panicking. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum"" he uttered.

His eyes opened wide, staring down at me with an expression of desire. I smiled, gripping his hair tighter. "That's good. Come inside me, Jamie..." I breathed, thankful he had a condom on.

I reached down to rub my clit, my orgasm following behind his.

James' Body convulsed, trembling violently as he toppled onto me, filling the condom. It wasn't long after that I was spasming around his dick.

We held each other for a few moments, our hearts racing wildly. We were both moaning messes, falling down from our highs. "That was perfect..." James chuckled under his breath, kissing my cheek.

I ran my fingers through his long wispy hair, still catching my breath. "Perfect," I smiled.

James nudged himself up, gazing over at me. My cheeks went pink, running my fingertips over his light acne scars, one of my favorite parts about him. He was just so cute.

[the-fiction-witch]

Baby Making P2

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut

Requested: this was a request I know many people where asking for it but I seem to have lost the requests I had for it

I had to admit I was rather excited and so utterly full of love at the idea that newt and I were to make a baby together but I could pretty much tell he was beyond excited as he approached my little cave I had tried into a house using half a tent, as he approached he basically bounced and skipped with excitement with a smile so wide you'd think he was a kid should just been shown the worlds largest bar of chocolate. Probably not helped by the fact I had pushed my bra up and purposely had a long shower, both of which he immediately noticed but by the look of things he'd had a good shower too.

"Uhhh hi," he nervously smiled, 

"Hi newt," I giggled, 

"So uhhh," he began acting like it was our first date or something,

"Shall we?" I smiled and offered my hand,

"Okay," he nodded excitedly and took my hand, so I tugged him inside with me.

I zipped up the tent behind us and we sat down on my bed beside one another, for a moment there was nothing but silence, 

"So?" I giggled,

"So... I uhh I'll be honest love I uhh I didn't think I'd get this far,"

"That's sweet Newt, but this shouldn't be too hard I mean we spent all that time in the glade trying to make sure babies didn't happen, I suppose now, we just sort of need to do the opposite,"

"Yeah just kinda break all the rules we had,"

"Exactly,"

"All our rules?"

"I think so,"

"So I can actually... go inside now."

"Well, how else are you gonna put the baby in me Newtie?"

"Sorry I just uhhh you know, spent a long time being told no and now I'm suddenly told yes it's a big jarring,"

"Well, yes you can go inside."

"I can? finally?"

"Yes, newt."

"Yes! You have no idea how long I've waited! so long of fingers and kisses and.. all I've ever wanted was to... well uhh you know."

"It's okay I know you're excited." I giggled, "Just relax and do what you wanna do," I told him,

He quickly moved and captured my lips in a sweet kiss I happily kissed him back and rested my hand on his shirt, I felt his heart beating quickly and his breath sharp with excitement. We kissed slowly and gently but with a fire burning behind him for a good while before finally his hands took action and where did they go? Immediately his hands cupped my breasts in my push-up bra resting his hands on each and stroking his thumbs across the soft padding. Becuase it's newt and I told him he could do what he wanted of course the first thing he does is grab my boobs. He pulled back and spoke up, "I uhh I have a weird request."

"Other than you putting a baby in me?"

"Yeah..."

"Go on,"

"Can uhh... can you keep the bra on."

"...why?" I giggled, 

"I mean I do... really, really love your boobs. But I always get to play with them its the other part of you I'm more excited about tonight" He blushed, "Plus... this bra makes them look bloody fantastic." he said not even talking to my face talking to my boobs,

"Alright if that's what you want," I smiled, I lifted my shirt and threw it to the floor,

"God I love you," he groaned throwing his jacket off before his hands grabbed my breasts again kissing me again, I happily kissed him back stroking his sweet shirt as our kisses got deeper and deeper, He pushed me down softly until my back laid on my bed "Are uhh are you ready?"

"I am." I smiled, "Let's make a baby newtie."

"Let's make a baby" he cooed he happily kissed me again his hands working on getting his shirt off, he tossed it to the side and quickly worked on getting my shorts off. He tugged them off as we kissed until he tugged them off completely. He smirked as he pulled away, "Can I?"

"You can." I cooed,

He smirked and tugged off my panties, "I love you so much," He growled and kissed down my stomach pushing my thighs apart I giggled as he eagerly kissed down until he began kissing my clit, 

"Ohh Newt!" I cooed stroking his hair as he kissed and licked, 

"You're already so excited" he cooed slipping his fingers inside me for a few thrusts but soon he pulled back

"Newt..." I whined,

"I know, I know, we usually do so much more but... I can't wait any longer." he smirked, undoing his pants, "You won't miss my fingers too bad, now I get to use this?" he smirked as he stroked his stiff erection, 

"Umm I have been looking forward too it" I giggled, opening my legs a little wider,

"Ohh I bet you have love." he cooed kissing down my neck a little before he slowly and carefully pushed inside "Oh my god.Oh my god.Oh my god."

"You okay?" I gasped feeling him inside me, it was so much better than his fingers ever were, 

"I think my brain is melting..."

"Really?"

"Oh my god. You feel so good... it's amazing. you're amazing!"

"you haven't even moved yet..." I giggled,

"I know, I'll go slow I promise" he nodded gently moving his hips slowly and gently "Oh my god. Bloody hell! Love! I am really really sorry this isn't gonna last very long! You have no clue how amazing this is! after all this time,"

I was already struggling too feeling his gentle movements "I know, after all this time was it worth the wait?"

"So so much love!"

"Yeah, I think so too," I smirked grabbing his hand and moving it to my clit, he smirked and happily began to speed up causing me to have to muffle my screams but so did he as he got faster and faster rubbing on my clit as much as he could he was biting his lip squeezing his eyes shut trying desperately not to cum already I was doing my best too but it suddenly hit me like a tone of bricks and I squealed tightening around him as I hit my toe curling orgasm it felt so much better with him inside me "Ughhhhh Newt!" I knew he was struggling just to hold on feeling me cum around him but he kept going as I gasped I stroked his lower stomach trying to help him relax and after only a few short thrusts he buried himself as deep as he could and I felt him cum inside me. 

"Ughh.... love...I uhhh ughh..."

"It's okay," I cooed 

He pulled out and collapsed beside me on my bed, "Bloody hell... that felt amazing."

"Umm mhm..." I cooed cuddling up to him, 

"Awww you happy love?"

"Very very happy newt,"

"Good,"

"It's kinda weird" I spoke up after a while,

"Ohh what me ... you know."

"yeah, it's an odd sensation I feel... weirdly sticky."

"sorry."

"It's fine such is the way of babymaking."

"Ummm baby making. You think we made a baby?"

"I don't know we'll have to wait and see." I cooed, "But... I don't mind trying again."

"Me either." he smirked pulling me closer and into a kiss, "I do hope we get a little baby soon."

"me too, any ideas for a name?"

"Humm... ughhh for a boy? ohh god uhhhh..."

"I'm not naming him Tommy."

"No that's fair."

"Or Minho, they'd both get big heads about it."

"Good point."

"Alby?"

"Ehh,"

"George?"

"Mehh."

"Ben?"

"No, I'm still mad at him,"

"Fair enough, chuckie?"

"umm... maybe," I shrug "Feels weird naming it after someone we know."

"Fair enough, any ideas?"

"Newt jr?" I giggled

"No don't curse the poor kid." 

"What about Warner?"

"Warner? didn't you see that on like a building in the scorch?"

"Yeah, it's a good name I like it." 

"Little warner, I like it too." he cooed kissing my head,

"What about for a girl?"

"... Lizzy."

"why?"

"I don't know... I just really like the name Lizzy, not sure why."

"I like it too little Lizzy,"

"well, no matter what you know I'll love you and our little baby. I just hope I can stay around long enough to watch your belly grow and meet our little one."

"I'm sure you will Newt we just need to do some more tests and things and then I'm sure you'll be good as new and you and I can watch little Lizzy or little warner grow up in the safe haven like a happy little child without the worries and fears we faced."

"I hope so." 

[icarus-star]

lovee your writing, it's so good! i have a requestt :3 maybe a charlie post where he finally gets the chance to fuck you after several days of not having time, and he's just so desperate and pent up for u :(. things like "i've been waiting for this all fucking week," and "i need you so bad right now," idkidk! its okay if you don't wanna do this one, just thought it would be so so fun :)

impatience | charlie walker <3

a/n: i don't think i can explain how much i absolutely ADORE this idea!! it just sounds so 😍 and thank you sm for the compliment!! ive been reading some of the things you've written too and omg 😫 love themmm

18+ content ahead, pure and absolute filth!!please don't read unless your comfortable with that!!

alright, i think the situation would start with the both of you being pretty busy with school stuff or whatever and not have much time to hangout or anything

then, friday had come and you two could finally hangout and spend the night together

so taking this opportunity, it's one of the rare moments when charlie will actually make the first move!! :3

you two might just be sitting on his bed, chatting or watching a movie like you always would

he'd give you a hug, his arms wrapped nice and tightly around your waist as he leaves some soft kisses on your neck whilst whispering to you quietly

"i've missed you so much lately.."

he'd say that, leaving a small bite on your neck

and of course, it would only progress from there

soon enough, he'd have you in missionary with his cock buried deep inside of your cunt as he's whining so loud and thrusting into you <3

"ah- fuck.. it's been too long-!! i've been waiting the entire- ohh~! fucking week for this.."

he'd whimper out between kisses as you'd be tugging gently at the hair on the back of his head

the way he fucks you when you two haven't had sex in awhile is SO different from usual

okay, maybe not SO different but he's a lot rougher

but that's only because he loves you so much!! ^_^

plus, he's also a bit louder than usual because the past few nights you hadn't been together, he's only had his hand to play with himself :(

but finally being able to feel his cock in your wet and warm pussy again is just so heavenly for him that he loses all of his self control, more so than usual

he'd also have you wrap your legs around his waist as he fucks you

and you two would be making out the whole time too, biting each others lips and such

oh! and!! he'd leave plenty of hickeys all over your neck and collarbone :3

of course, at the end he couldn't help but cum inside of you as you both end up so fucked out together

while he cums, he'll probably say something about how much he's missed fucking you

"ah~! fuckfuckfuck!! 's been so long-! ah.. too long..~"

he's just so glad to fuck you again <3

a/n: mwahaha i hope you enjoyed, because i had a little too much fun writing this one 🤭

[whochromatic]

I must not read chapter 109 and wait for the chapters to pile up.. I must not read chapter 109 and wait for the chapters to pile up.. I must...

*reads it anyways*

Why did I do that. Damnit, I should've known that reading that chapter would have re-activated my need for more. I was way better off ignoring anything related to Yohaji and just went about my day, not thinking about Yohaji every minute of the hour of the day of the week. But the damage has been done. Now I have to read the whole manga all over again just to satisfy myself once again. But no. That's not enough. I searched every corner to hunt every single content of Yohaji. Tumblr. Twitter. Youtube. Tiktok. Ao3. Our lord and savior Canada's account. The giver of reason in life, one who resurrects the dead, the sailor uniform to my life, Tanamai-sensei's account. I know that the Yohaji content in this world is not enough and will NEVER be. The moment I discovered this manga, I knew that it would be my life. The fact that it had only reached me last year, ber month is unforgivable. Why did it not have content as many as the amount of numbers there are to exist so that it could reach me at the start of it's existence? It should have been Yohaji. Not BNHA! Nothing against that anime by the way. Well, I am grateful that I stumbled upon Yohaji while it had 100+ chapters though. And the fandom being small enough to only have nice and cool people in it. But those fics in ao3 though? Why- I mean, I don't really care or pay attention to them but the fact that the amount of nsfw fanfics is probably (I'm saying probably because they might just be more) equal to the amount of sfw fanfics in there is- I swear, WHY ARE THERE SO LITTLE FANFICS OF YOHAJI?! 3 PAGES?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? There might be more in other places but I only read in ao3 and Tumblr if I find some there. I'm so thankful for the translators though!!! I love y'all. I love the fandom. I love the characters. I love Yohaji. I love the creator. God- sorry I forgot I can't use sensei's name in vain. I'm telling y'all, Tanamai is the GOAT. A GENIUS!! Your brain is beautiful. What goes on in head yours? Tell and everyone might gain more braincells. What's with you? What's with your humor?? What's with your lore?! WHAT'S WITH YOUR ART??? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!?! SENSEI WHEN I CATCH YOU OHH WHEN I CATCH YOU. But of course, it's not your fault that I'm starving for more Yohaji chapters. One month is nothing to me- IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CREATE THIS WONDERFUL AND HEAVENLY HOOK THAT CAUGHT ME EVEN ONLY WITH IT'S TITLE AND ART?? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE?!?! Senseiiiiii*sob* waaaaaahh... Still, I'm sooo happy this is getting an anime this year!! I've been waiting for this ever since I found out it existed along with other Yohaji fans. I knew it would happen soon enough because it's the law. It's a crime to not make an adaption of amazing yet weird yet amazing manga like no other. Death row. DEATH ROW!! It's fine even if it's low quality. As long as it exists, I can finally pass on peacefully- when it airs it better be as good as the manga and look immaculate, I'm telling you. Haha, just kidding. Or am I..? I cannot wait until April or whatever how long it takes for the anime to air just please. Please even the trailer only. But I'm sure everyone is already working hard to make the anime for it. Do your best!! You're doing the right thing! And.... uhm.. 24 episodes... please..? AHHH HARUAKI'S SMILEEE!!! IT'S INVADING MY MIND!! GET OUT! PLEASE GET OUT!!! THIS LOWLY UNGRATEFUL UNDESERVING WORSE THAN DUST BUZZ BUZZ KILLABLE STUPID MORTAL ABOMINATION CAN'T HANDLE OR DESERVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT!! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! I can't do this. More. More. More Yohaji. I NEED IT. IF AIR AND SAILOR UNIFORM IS LIFE THEN SO IS YOHAJI!! RAAAAAAAHHH

Also I accidentally deleted a longer version of this and rewrote it with my memory. Thanks for wasting your time on this like I did.

[androcola]

Keep it dark

summary: Peter makes a terrible discovery

warnings: eating disorder, emetophobia

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“Soup's on, fellas!” Mike cried out before six excited feet thundered into the kitchen. The three boys excitedly pushed one another out of the way to be the first in line for Mike's dinner while Mike stood aside as to not get caught in the feeding frenzy. “One at a time, now, no pushin' or shovin'” Mike said.

Micky, being the tallest of the other two had been the one to get to the front, and with bowl in hand, he grabbed the ladle in the pot and pulled it up. “Ohh boy, Mike's chili!” he exclaimed as he poured some into his bowl and finally moved aside, satisfied. Peter was next for the feed but let little Davy in beside him, who would always fall behind and end up last. He grabbed the ladle and spooned both him and Davy a good helping of chili. Mike was always considerate as to not add any meat so pescatarian Peter could be included, as well.

Both now satisfied, they each grabbed a utensil and walked happily to the dinner table to sit down with their winnings. Mike smiled watching his friends enjoying his creation, though, not entirely his creation, but a family recipe passed through his mother's side of the family for generations, and finally to him. In a way, he felt it was a complement to his dear mama.

Mike passed the dinner table and headed for the couch for a sit and read after preparing dinner, but was stopped by the sound of Peter's voice. “Michael, aren't you gonna join us for dinner?” he asked with a noticable hint of concern in his voice. Mike looked back now to see Micky, Davy, and of course Peter all looking at him. “You didn't join us last night.” Davy said. “Or the night before that.” Micky added.

It wasn't a strange thing for Mike to skip meals, in fact as long as they'd all known him it was something he'd always done, almost to the point of being suspicious and concerning. Mike stood still, all eyes on him, expecting. “Ehh... I guess I'll ...stick around.” Mike said before shuffling to the kitchen to spoon himself a bowl of chili. Warily, he looked down at the bowl for a moment before shuffling back to the table and taking a seat.

His bowl was much more empty than the others, but he had always been known to not be a heavy eater, therefore always taking smaller portions. He continued to stare down into his bowl as the others around him ate happily. He scratched nervously at his sideburns, thinking.

A hand nudged his arm suddenly and he looked up. “Something wrong, Mike?” Micky asked. Mike looked back down at his bowl and tentatively picked up his spoon. “No, no. Nothin's wrong.” he replied as he lifted a small bite to his mouth. He hesitated, appearing nervous, before finally taking a bite.

“You guys hear the new Beatles album is in stores now? I've gotta get it, I feel like I've waited a lifetime!” Micky said. “I really liked their last album.” Davy said, wiping his mouth with with napkin. “I wonder if this one will be more of the same.” Peter said. “Who knows?” Micky replied. “What do you think, Mike?” he asked, looking to Mike. No response. “Mike? ...hey Mike?” he continued. Mike seemed completely out of it, still just staring into his bowl, occasionally eating a small spoon after another.

He found it strange, but not necessarily concerning. Mike's always been awkward at the dinner table, whenever he'd join them, that is. Generally, he's always had weird habits while eating, but it's always been chocked up to Mike being Mike. Micky shrugged and turned his attention back to his bowl and kept shoveling it in, he always loved Mike's chili.

As the others worked on finishing their bowls, Mike suddenly rose up with his bowl in hand. “I'm full.” he said as he excused himself, but before he could walk away, he was stopped. “Wait, wait! I call dibs!” Micky said, pushing away his own empty bowl. Mike simply shrugged and handed his still half full bowl to Micky, never wanting any food to go to waste. He could always trust Micky to finish what he never does.

As Micky dug into Mike's unfinished chili, Peter watched from the dinner table, curious, as Mike slipped up the stairs, quiet as a breeze. He had always wondered why Mike did that. After every meal, Mike would always slip upstairs where he would be gone for only a few minutes before coming back down and carrying on with his day.

Peter never questioned this, however, figuring that maybe he was just brushing his teeth, as Mike had always been known to be a little obsessive over oral hygiene.

While the others ate, Peter departed from the dinner table and followed behind Mike ever so quietly.

Mike slipped into the bathroom and pushed the door just barely closed and turned the light on. He stood at the sink with his hands on the counter and his head hung low. He knew what was gonna happen. “You didn't deserve any of that.” a voice spoke in his head, sounding more like his father's than his own. Mike wiped sweat from his brow before looking down at the toilet.

“You're lazy, you're ungrateful, and you can never pull your weight.” the voice continued, now sounding exactly like his father's, those being words constantly repeated to him by his father. “The more you eat, the less they'll have.” said the voice.

Mike pressed his hands into his eyes for a moment before finding himself standing in front of the toilet. “Moocher. Good for nothing. Nothing at all.” it kept going. Mike found his way to his knees, he could already feel his stomach beginning to twist.

Unknown to him, there was a peeking Peter who peered at him from the slightly open door, curious. “What's he doing? He looks like he's about to be sick. Should I do something?” he thought, but he kept watching.

As the voices in Mike's head grew louder, from a whisper, to a shout, to a scream, he found his fingers slipping shakily down his throat as tears ran down his cheeks. Suddenly, with a gag and a lurch of his stomach, Mike's dinner came back up and spilled into the toilet. He tried to keep quiet.

Peter's hands flew to his mouth in shock. What is he doing? What is he doing!? He wanted so desperately to say something, but all he could do is watch as Mike repeated this action two more times, seeming to be in pain.

Mike panted as the last bit left his body, tendrils of vomit hung from his lips. Again, he wiped the sweat from his brow before wiping his mouth and standing up shakily. Peter backed away cautiously, but continued to stand watch as Mike appeared to stand motionless before bending down to flush the toilet. He listened as Mike sniffled and sobbed very quietly, and he watched as Mike wiped his face down with a damp wash cloth before wrapping up his deed.

Realizing he may be caught, Peter quickly disappeared into the bedroom by the bathroom and listened as Mike exited and walked back down the stairs. Peter was shocked and dumbfounded by the event that had just played out before him, barely having any idea what it was he really had just seen. Was this what he thought it was? Was he having a strange dream? Maybe it wasn't as it appeared, even if it really did seem that way.

He wrung his hands nervously as he slipped out of the bedroom quietly and back down the stairs to see that Mike had taken his place on the couch with a book, looking oddly content, a stark contrast to his distressed and tearful appearance not even two minutes later. Peter wondered, had he been doing this the whole time? When he'd disappear up to the bathroom every night after dinner, was this what was happening? Was he used to this?

No, Peter thought. It couldn't be. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding, it had to be, it couldn't be what he was thinking, even if it really really appeared that way earlier. While Micky and Davy cleared their places from the table after finishing their dinner, Peter only stood across the living room and stared at Mike who sat, content, reading his book.

Just then, however, as if Mike could feel Peter's eyes upon him, he looked up and Peter couldn't help but tense up. Peter's eyes looked intense, knowing. “Somethin' wrong, buddy?” he asked with a casual, comfortable voice, as if he hadn't done what he just did. Peter couldn't muster any words, he only stood, stiff, and shook his head.

“Hey, Peter?” Davys voice suddenly called to him from the dining table and he looked back quickly to see Davy standing there with his unfinished bowl of chili. “Are you going to finish this, or should I throw it into food disposal?” he asked. “When did we get a food disposal?” Peter asked, cocking his head to the side. “I meant Micky.” Davy replied, gaining a small, yet audible chuckle from Mike from the couch. “Uhh... Just give it to Micky... I'm not hungry anymore.” Peter replied with an oddly deeper tone.

“Say, Pete, you alright, man? seems like you're worried about something.” Micky said as he walked up to Davy and took the bowl from his hand. “No! I mean, yes! I'm alright, nothing worrying me!” Peter said. “Feelin' okay, buddy?” Mike asked and Peter whipped his head back over to him. He's one to talk. Peter simply nodded stiffly before moving almost robotically to the chair to sit down. Davy and Micky only exchanged glances, both sure he was bugged.

After happily finishing Peter's leftovers, Micky plopped down on the couch beside Mike and kicked back. “That was seriously some boss chili, Mike.” Micky said, feeling full and satisfied. “Thanks good buddy...” Mike said sheepishly, blushing subtly. “Did you enjoy dinner, Mike? You seemed a little quiet.” Davy said. “I s'pose so.” Mike replied and Peter only further tensed up, gripping the arm of the chair with now sweaty hands. His leg began to bounce.

“Mike's always quiet at dinner, that's just how he is.” Micky said, reaching over and patting Mike on the top of his head. Mike only rolled his eyes and kept reading his book.

Later, as all the boys all prepared for bed time, Peter watched Mike as he brushed his teeth, still feeling uneasy. Mike glanced briefly before spitting and finally saying something. “Pete, what's with you tonight, man? Ever since dinner you've just been lookin' at me all strange!” he said. “Nothing, Michael, really!” Peter argued before becoming much more submissive. “I'm sorry...” he said timidly.

“Oh, Peter...” Mike said in a much softer voice now. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice. I guess I'm just worried about you.” he cooed. “I'm worried about you, Michael.” Peter thought, but didn't say. “Don't worry about me, Michael. I guess I have been staring.” his mouth instead said.

Mike swished some mouth wash for a moment before spitting and putting away his tooth brush. “C'mon, Pete. Let's get to bed.” he said softly before leaving the bathroom and disappearing into the bedroom, Peter followed and crawled into his bed. “Everyone in?” Mike asked across the room. “Yes, Mike!” three voices said in unison.

Mike unscrewed the cap from a bottle of pills and took one with a glass of water, before placing the cap back on and grabbing the lamp chain. “Alrighty, then. Goodnight, fellas.” he said before the room went dark with a click.

The very next night seemed almost the same as the last, Mike cooked dinner and once again the boys had coaxed him into joining them at the table, this time, however, Peter was much more uneasy, he barely had an appetite. He watched Mike closely as he mostly just poked at his dinner, taking very few bites.

“Which Star Trek character do you guys most like?” Micky asked, causing Davy to chuckle and Mike to roll his eyes. “Oh, Mick, that show's just silly.” Mike said. “Naw! I love Star Trek! I think it's the grooviest show I've ever seen. Y'know, you really remind me of Mr. Spock sometimes.” Micky replied, getting a bigger laugh from Davy that time and yet another eye roll from Mike.

“How 'bout you, Pete?” Micky said, looking over at Peter who looked disassociated and not quite like himself. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and had been off all day, more than his usual off. Davy looked over to Peter as well and waved his hand in front of Peter's face. “Hey there, earth to Peter!” Davy said. “Earth to Tork Enterprise, do you read?” Micky asked before Mike suddenly rose from the table once again, the same as last night. “I'm full.” he said. “Hold it!” Micky exclaimed. “Leave the plate.” Micky said, putting his finger down on the table.

Mike figured Micky would want what he didn't finish. Mike simply set his half eaten plate back into the table and once again disappeared upstairs.

Peter's stomach dropped harshly as he watched Mike leave. Suddenly, he shot up and was met with bewildered stares from Micky and Davy. “You okay?” Davy asked. “Oh I bet you've gotta go. Dream on, no one beats Mike to the bathroom.” Micky chuckled. Peter didn't respond, only swiftly, yet quietly followed Mike who was already in the bathroom. “Maybe he really did need to go...” Micky said.

“Micky, I'm worried about Peter. It really seems like something's upsetting him. Ever since dinner last night he's been acting strange. Somehow, more than usual.” Davy said, patting his mouth with his napkin. “Who knows,” Micky shrugged, “Maybe Mike's chili gave him indigestion and he just doesn't know how to tell him or something.” Micky replied. It was obvious to Davy in Micky's tone that he wasn't taking him much too serious.

Upstairs, Peter once again peered through the bathroom door, much more anxious this time, only to see the exact same scene unfold in front of him. Tears and vomit, Mike seeming to break down over something before eventually beginning to sob very quietly. This time, however, he mumbled to himself, but Peter couldn't make out what was being said.

Then came the part he dreaded seeing again. Mike lowered down to his knees in front of the toilet and Peter's heart sank. Again, Mike sobbed as he slipped his fingers down his throat and began to vomit everything he had just consumed. He couldn't be quiet this time around.

“Michael?...” a small voice called, startling Mike, who looked all around him before spying Peter with dismay, but also with realization at the fact that he had probably just been caught for the very first time. He should've shut the door. “What ...What are you doing?...” Peter asked with a shaky voice. Mike wiped his mouth and stood up quickly, he would now have to defend this. “Peter.” Mike said, approaching quick, which intimidated him and caused him to back up.

“Michael.” Peter began to plead before Mike stopped him. “Now, Peter, listen. This isn't what it looks like.” he said in a hushed tone, putting his hands up. “Then ...What is it?...” Peter asked. “Nothing, okay? You didn't see anything, okay?” Mike said sternly. “But,” Peter began before Mike took his own hand and placed it up to his mouth and pressed it there firmly. “Nothing. Keep it dark.” he said, very clearly attempting to intimidate him, and it was working.

“Why, Michael... How long?...” Peter muttered from under his own hand. “Got it?” Mike said, a little louder this time, but just quiet enough as to not alert the others downstairs. Peter was still and quiet, but eventually just nodded and Mike let go of his hand which dropped to his side. “Good. Not a word to anyone about this, or...” Mike seemed to trail off, seeming indecisive of his words. “Or you're out.” Mike said.

A threat as empty as they come. The truth is, Mike didn't have the nerve or the heart to do such a thing to Peter, but Peter had no way of knowing that. Mikes words bit at Peter but he couldn't say a word.

Although Mike hadn't quite finished the job, he was caught and the jig was up now, so he turned and made his way back down the stairs, leaving Peter standing there, almost shaking, in utter shock over what he had just discovered.

Peter suddenly felt overwhelmingly sick, not because he had watched someone else be sick, but because all of the pieces had just fallen into place right before his eyes and he couldn't stand that it had to happen this way.

As long as he had known Mike, he had always been in poor health, always maintaining an emaciated, skeletal figure that was always a matter of some discourse among all of them and the doctors he would see, always receiving dire prediction of his fate, should he not put on more weight, and urgent warning that he must turn things around if he planned on living to the age of 30. Predictions and warnings he'd ignore.

Some days he'd be weak, far too weak to even stand or do much of anything at all, which would hinder his ability to play gigs or go to outings, but no matter the fights that would be had or the urgent warnings that would be given, Mike would always manage to ignore and gaslight his way out of it.

His constant meal skipping and the fact that he would never manage to finish his plates, had all been chocked up to Mike just Being Mike, but now it all made real sense, all this time it had been spun to be something that was just out of his control, but now he knew that he had been doing it to himself this entire time.

He slowly crept into the bathroom and the toilet caught his eye. In Mike's haste to escape the scene, he hadn't entirely done away with his dinner. Peter wrung his sweating, shaking hands tightly, Mike's words reverberating in his head.

“Keep it dark.”

Peter shakily reached his arm out and pushed the handle down and the toilet flushed. From now on would now be harder than ever. But he was sworn to secrecy. Awful, awful secrecy.

Downstairs, Micky and Davy were washing their dishes after finishing their dinner when Micky spied Mike coming down the stairs with a pill in one hand and a glass of water in the other. “Early valium, Mike?” he asked with subtle concern in his voice. “Yeah... just feelin' a little ...agitated. Just need to wind down...” he said before throwing the pill back and taking a sip from his glass.

He was more than aware of what he had put onto poor Peter, he just needed something to relax his body and mind as he knew he likely wouldn't be sleeping tonight.

Peter slowly and stiffly came down the stairs, his revelation weighing heavy, his face blank. He did his best to calm his trembling and appear natural. He looked at Mike who looked at him only briefly before turning his head and sitting down.

“Hey, Pete, you left your plate unfinished again. You feelin' okay?” Micky asked. Peter only turned his head robotically to look at Micky before slowly nodding his head and walking over to the chair. He sat slowly and crossed his hands. “I bet that chili last did give him indigestion.” Micky whispered to Davy with a chuckle. Davy rolled his eyes and walked away to sit down for some TV before bed.

Peter stared blankly, as if for a thousand yards. He carried a burden now that none were aware of. From now on would truly be harder than ever.

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

LET'S DO THE CHALLENGE!!!

Original

Stole from grandkid @kandykatz

1: When did you start watching the show?

I actually watched some episodes back in 2008, when it was aired on a free Italian digital channel called Boing. I specifically remember watching "Operation Z.E.R.O." while sitting on my livingroom floor!

2: Favorite season?

Probably season 4, it has the most episodes I like!

3: Favorite episode(s)?

I have 6 I can watch on repeat: "P.O.O.L.", "M.A.T.A.D.O.R.", "F.O.O.D.F.I.T.E.", "M.I.S.S.I.O.N.", "S.A.F.E.T.Y." and "G.R.A.D.U.A.T.E.S."!!!

4: Hated episode(s)?

Anything with Nigel and Lizzie, they just trigger me a lot because of past, personal reasons...

5: Favorite character?

OCfication aside, it's Tommy! My lil boi! ❤️

6: Did you cry when you watched OP INTERVIEWS?

I cried at the end of "Operation: Z.E.R.O." and still haven't found the courage to watch I.N.T.E.R.V.I.E.W.S. again because I'm waiting for G:KND to drop first.

Yes, I know.

7: Funniest moment?

Ohh, there are a lot... can't think of a specific one right now, sorry!

8: Saddest moment?

As implied, the ending of Z.E.R.O., when Monty leaves that message to Nigel. It's sad but also really heartfelt and a very real message.

9: Favorite KND artist?

Anyone I've met in the fandom so far!

EVEN IF!!! My top 2 will always be @socksandbuttons, because I always loved her squishy, soft style, and also @kndrules because I've been following their comics for a long time and the style is simple but really good!

10: Favorite canon KND ship?

WallyxKuki!!!

11: Favorite headcanon KND ship?

FannyxRachel and another one I can't say yet...

12: What's one thing you love about the fandom?

The creativity with EVERYTHING! From AUs to OCs and lore!

13: What's one thing you hate about the fandom?

Y'know... PDF Files.

14: Do you wish there were more die hard KND fans in the fandom?

Nah, we're enough for now. But always glad if someone joins the fun!

15: When did you start drawing KND art?

Probably 10-11 years ago from the Fusionfall days?? But it was mostly for other people.

16: How old were you when you started drawing KND art?

I was 23 or 24.

17: How old are you now and are you still drawing KND art?

I'm 34 (the grandma) and I'm veeery active with my AUs!

18: What's one thing you wish would stop in the fandom?

JEEBUS REBUS GUYS THEY'RE FUCKING 10 YEAR OLD KIDS STOP SHIPPING THEM WITH ADULTS OR FAMILY MEMBERS WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?

19: Quick pick your favorite 2×4?

GIMMIE A S.C.A.M.P.E.R.!!!

20: What's your Codename?

Numero 15 from Sector IT-TO, Italy, active from 1997 till 2003... officially, at least ;)

[ferrocyan]

ffxiv write day 1 - steer

victor's march, then piety ii, go right til you get to peony street, then left at the first intersec...

nope, he forgot again, peony's been replaced by a block of now-defunct shops. he circles it to the right this time, hoping to find familiar streets and whatever may be waiting at the end of this odd map, but it's no use. alexandria really has changed from the old days. tart swallows a familiar melancholy and turns back to the march.

he'd gone out alone earlier for food and a drink, found the former at a shop in true vue, and the latter at a small, hidden establishment just off piety iv. a pub, probably, only different in the way everything in solution nine is. he enjoyed a shockingly artificial-tasting plum liquor laced with honey, too sweet for his taste but he thinks reeq would like it. the place had a songstress, too, just like eulmore's honeybee--now that one's an artificial sweet he likes. yeah, he definitely will come back again.

interestingly enough, as he was leaving the pub, tart noticed a note on his table. it had a small scribbled map and some writing. street names aside, he was familiar with the depicted no-longer-victor's march. he thought to follow this curious lead to its destination, but alas. he considers trying to navigate again when suddenly his hand is seized.

someone emerged from a nearby alley and grabs him, dragging him in. tart lets them do so. when they let go and face him with a huff, he looks them over. a young hyur woman with blonde hair tucked into her cap and large sunglasses covering her eyes, which she takes off to glare at him. "i've been here for fifteen minutes! how dare you make me wait?!"

ah, so this is his destination. tart gives her a nod in apology. "sorry about that, miss. can i help you?"

"huh? wait, i should be asking you that! what do you want from me?" demands the woman.

"have... we met?"

tart's bewilderment at her question makes her fume. "un-be-fucking-lievable--you tracked me down, probably stalked me, broke into my private club, stared me down while i was just, trying to do my job entertaining my drones, i gave you the meeting you want and you stood me up, and now you ask what do i want?" she stabs a finger at his chest for every emphasis, and her hands move to hold him by the shoulders. "here's what i want, either you tell me your business or fuck off, souleater!"

tart blinks. "...oh. ohh! you're miss honey b. lovely from ascension arcadia!" no wonder her voice is familiar. tart starts to give her a proper greeting, but cuts himself off with a yelp as honey stomps on his foot. "what's that fo--okay, sorry! bad with faces! please forgive me!"

he raises his hands in surrender, and the motion startles her for a moment before she recovers and shoves him away. tart feels a pit in his stomach. right, of course--regulator-less souleater is exactly as much of a monster inside and outside the ring. he doesn't really get what honey was saying about him stalking her, but if she feels that way then it must be terrifying to see him here. it's rather daring of her to confront him like this, tart thinks. quite admirable. his hand went up to rub the back of his neck, and now he clasps it before his heart and bows to her.

"miss lovely, really--i'm really sorry for the trouble. honestly didn't mean to seek you out, but i do want to thank you. had a fun time with the fight, and..." he coughs, "thought i could never feel so happy again. so ver--i'm very grateful for the chance. that's all."

honey listens, confused, and leans down to take a closer look. "are you, like... for real?" she asks. tart lifts his head to meet her gaze and nods.

"won't bother you again, i promise."

"hmm," she tilts her head, then shakes it. "nope, that's not good enough. i waited for you for so long! the least you should do is treat me to dinner, isn't that right? it would only be polite," she tells him cheerfully.

tart blinks. "oh. sure. what's good nearby... the pub at magnolia st. should be open still?"

"at what street?"

tripped over his own feet again. tart shakes his head. "you pick, then. 'm good with anything."

honey giggles as she walks ahead, though spares a moment to look back and watch him without saying a word. tart keeps a distance as he follows her.

[v33n4-c4rn1s]

♡︎kitty strolls♡︎

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:

damien karras x reader

(I CAVED SO BAD HE NEEDS LOVE ♡︎♡︎)

based on a comment by @ashley-slashley

It was below freezing, cold enough to send icicles down the spines of anyone who stepped foot in the snowy weather of Georgetown, it was usually this cold, a snow storm here and there but mostly..it would go away after a day or two.

Leading man, Damien karras, a priest and a psychiatrist in one, he had just finished a few papers in his office. He crept down the stairs solemnly as he watched the snow fall, worrying about his dear mother, possibly considering bringing some coffee and cake to share with his mother, he figured it would be a nice surprise for her..he loved his mother truly..Ah but what flavour of cake would he get? he made his way to the large oak doors and opened them up.

strawberry cake? banana? chocolate? did he dare slide red velvet into his mix? well.. maybe some-

"Damien!!"

his thoughts were dropped to a halt immediatly, he jumped, surprised by the voice of which he couldn't recognise. He shook himself out of his little trance.

oh thank the lords! it was just [name], his sweetheart..his mother invited them to dinner, it seemed they'd be walking together.

"ah..there you are dear-"

he let out a sigh of relief..thank god it was just them, he almost had a heart attack..but didn't they look so beautiful in the snow? the way the white spots landed softly in their hair, like an angels blessing. I mean how ironic..they were his angel after all.

"I figured to drop by, since we're walking to the station and too your mother's home yes?"

they asked poileity..it was nice to hear their voice. He smiled, nodding at their question and gently grabbing their hand, starting their journey to the station, He felt like a lucky man, being able to have someone like them, was it truly a blessing? he was a man who'd lost almost every part of his faith and even himself, he forgot long ago about god but now he felt god had sent him a gift, a gift for all his devotion..could it be a parting gift? a thank you?

as he let his mind run he didn't notice that his lover had stopped in their tracks, a gasp leaving their lips. He panicked for a moment, thinking someone had startled his beloved he took a quick turn and came into a staring contest with a little black cat with a tiny dot on its neck..like a clerical collar?

"oh my god Damien!!"

[name] was smitten, love at first sight.

"ohh how cute! she's been following you dims!!"

the cat meowed immediately, reaching itself to Damien who hesitantly took the small animal in his arms, she looked at him, big brown eyes staring right at him.

"she is cute.."

he spoke softly as not to startle her.

"can we keep her? I've already chosen a name, molly!!"

[name] insisted..but Damien stood his ground and put the cat down.

"my dear she probably has a family already.. perhaps her mother is waiting for her? just like mine is for me- we have to get to the station.."

[name] sighed in defeat, allowing him to drag them too the underground station.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

As they waited for the train to strike past not a word was spoken. [Name] was thinking about the cat while Damien thought about what kind of cake he wanted to surprise his mother with.

"oh dims..-"

Damien raised an eyebrow at [Name's] tone before turning to face them, his gaze shifting to exactly what their eyes where on.

oh no..

there she sat, Molly. the little clerical cat..meowing at him.

"oh lord.."

he muttered, he turned back to [name] who simply pleaded with their eyes.

"..no-"

he spoke but his lover just ignored him, lifting the feline into their arms. their eyes practically sparkled, gazing at the tiny kitten, absolutely smitten. Karras' heart simply melted, oh god how could he say no now?

"..fine-"

he sighed, [Name] tilted their head.

"we can keep her.."

He smiled ever so slightly at the dozens of kisses being placed on his face.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

"mama?"

he called out, waiting for a response from his mother, he wasn't sure if she was awake..

"dimmy!!"

oh, yes she was. she grabbed his face, kissing all over his face as he laughed.

"hi ma, [Name's] just setting the drinks and food down.."

But mama karras was far to focused on the kitten in her son's arms.

"baby!!"

she exclaimed happily, scooping the kitten into her arms, she smiled widely.

"oh dimmy, it's looks like you!!"

she wasn't wrong..the black fur, the white neck dot and the brown eyes..

"actually Mrs karras..she's for you, her names Molly.."

Damiens eyes widened as [Name] spoke, was this their plan all along?

"for me? oh!"

Mrs karras was beside her self, Damien helped her back to her chair as she cradled the kitten while damien scooted off into the kitchen and turned to [Name].

"was that your plan?"

he asked, a smile gracing his features opening his arms for them. [Name] shuffled over, allowing damien to wrap his arms around them, he smiled softly.

"maybe..I mean, your mamas so lonely dims..she needed someone- or well.. something? I hope Molly makes her happy.."

Damien chuckled softly, kissing the top of their head.

"I'm sure she'll make my mother the happiest, your a sweetheart.."

he heard his mother singing songs in Greek to the kitten, clearly head over heels for the small feline.

"we'll sort out the all the other things like the cat bed and a litter box tommorow.."

[Name] muttered, yawing softly as Damien lead them to the small couch in the living room, laying back and allowing his love to make themselves comfortable.

"you've got a good heart.."

he let his hands rub their back as he hummed, listening to their breathing, the following words from his lover had his face a cherry red.

"mm..and I allowed you to steal it.."

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good lordy alright, I caved, damien lovers come get ur food before I snatch it back ♡︎

(let me know if you spot any mistakes<3!!)

[eventinelysplayground]

Welcome Home Licht

*Giving this a NSFW warning but it's not too bad just rather safe then sorry.*

Rhodolite palace late evening, Emma is alone in the private kitchen.

Ugh I've barely slowed down until dinner these last two weeks and it's even later today. I know everyone promised Licht they'd look after me and keep me company while he was away and it's been fun but I can't wait for tomorrow morning when he's finally home! I hope I have enough time to finish these tonight before I'm too tired.

There that's everything I need now let's get to work on these darioles so that they'll be ready and waiting when he gets back from his escort mission to Jade. I knew there'd be occasions when we'd be separated for long stretches but this is the first one since we got married and even though all the guys in the domestic faction have kept me really busy I still miss him so so much. Hopefully he had fun going with Nokto though and he's friends with Prince Keith so I'm sure that's helped him not miss me as much as I've missed him. No, stop it self! If I keep thinking about how much I miss him I'll start crying and never get these done tonight. Besides it's only for one more night I can do this!

I had just placed the darioles on a rack to cool and was finishing cleaning up when a familiar scent and pair of strong arms enfolded me from behind. I turned over my shoulder to look at Lichts smiling if weary face.

Emma: Licht! I thought you weren't going to be home until tomorrow morning. I'm so happy to see you, welcome home!

I placed a light kiss on his lips then turned in his arms to face him.

Licht: I'm happy to see you too Emma.

Licht returned my kiss then gently stroked my cheek with his thumb. He looks so tired, did he ride straight through to get home early?

Emma: Not that I'm not grateful you're home but I hope you didn't rush or push yourself just to get home early?

Licht: Only a little. I stopped with the others at the inn but soon after we got there Nokto said I was being too depressing & that I should just head back already so I did. I missed you so much & couldn't wait to see you.

Licht nuzzled his face into my neck and squeezed me so tight I could barely breathe.

Emma: Licht..I missed you too. Oh! you must be starving if you left so quickly. I made some darioles for you but they aren't cool yet, why don't you go sit & I'll get you something quick to eat.

Licht: Ok, thank you.

Licht gave me a quick kiss before releasing me from his embrace. It didn't take me long to put together a small plate of meats and cheeses. Licht had taken off his gloves and jacket and was just sitting down at the table when I brought over the plate setting it in from of him. He looked down at the plate for a moment before frowning and pushing it to the side.

Emma: Is something wrong?

Licht: No it's fine, it's just not what I really want right now.

Suddenly Licht was moving faster then I could follow and before I knew it he was out of his chair and had lifted me up onto the table. His warm lips captured mine in a deep and hungry kiss while his rough hands traced my curves sending desire coursing through every inch of me. His lips then moved to my neck slowly making their way down towards my collarbone while one of his hands came up to my chest and he deftly started undoing the top buttons on my blouse.

Emma: Mmm Licht..wait what if ohh..

My thoughts and words scattered as Lichts fingertips ran across the top of my breasts.

Licht: Sorry but I'm too hungry to wait any longer.

Licht kissed me so fiercely I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep myself upright. As our kisses grew hungrier and tongues danced together all the feelings of need and longing I'd been pushing down came crashing to the surface. It no longer mattered where we were the only thing that mattered was that he was finally home.

I slipped my hands under Lichts shirt and slowly raked my fingertips up his back and he let out a low and throaty groan. He pulled me closer to him, pushing my skirts up and caressing my thighs.

Yves: Next time you need me to bake something don't wait so late to to...

We were so lost in eachother we didn't hear Yves voice until it was too late. I'd barely started jumping down from the table when Yves and Leon had entered the kitchen coming to a dead stop. I quickly hid behind Licht and buried my face in his back not wanting to face either of them for even a second longer.

I'm not sure which is worse Yves look of utter shock and his bright red face or Leon's smirk, this is so embarrassing!

We were all just standing there for a moment in awkward silence before Yves voice tried to break it.

Yves: I..I..what were you doing!?

Leon: Isn't it obvious? Emma was just welcoming Licht home.

Great it sounds like Leon's going to burst out laughing any minute.

Yves: I meant out here... activities like that are not appropriate!

Leon: Come on Yves they're married now. Besides they still had all their clothes on even if they were in disarray.

And there it is, Leon you laughing like that isn't helping anything! Ugh what I wouldn't give for one of Clavis's pit traps right now.

Licht: Leon you're not helping.

Leon: Ok ok! Come on Yves let's go before you turn permanently red. I'd say have a good night you two but..

Emma & Yves: Leon!

Leon: I couldn't help it sorry!

I listened to Leon's loud laughter fade completely down the hallway before I even dared to lift my head off Lichts back.

Emma: I'm never leaving our room again.

* The next morning*

By the time Licht entered the dinning room his brothers were almost finished their breakfast.

Jin: Hey Licht didn't expect to see you until later, welcome back.

Licht: Thanks Jin.

Licht quickly sat down not glancing at Leon or Yves.

Jin: Where's Emma? After being apart for two weeks I figured you'd be all over her the second you got back.

Yves: Jin! How can you talk like that over breakfast you're such a pervert!

Licht: Yves don't shout over breakfast.

Yves: I...sorry but don't try to defend him. It's attitudes like his that are setting a bad example and corrupting people's morals and common decency around here!

Jin was absolutely lost at Yves's outburst and threw a quick glance at Leon who was leaning back in his chair with his hands over his mouth desperately trying to contain his laughter.

Licht: Yves it's too early for a lecture

Yves: Maybe so but you're all going to get one later, Emma too!

Jin: Hey! Why do we need a lecture?

Licht: Fine but leave Emma out of it. It took forever to get her to calm down.

Leon's composure was gone and he was laughing so hard he doubled over in his chair.

Leon: I would of thought that was..the opposite of what you..wanted.

Leon barely managed to get the words out between his laughter. Yves turned bright red and pursed his lips while Licht just sighed. Jin stared wide eyed at his brothers clearly at a loss as to what was going on with them then he suddenly clapped his hands together.

Jin: Right then, let's change the topic shall we.

Leon managed to regain his composure but nobody said anything after that and the room filled with an uncomfortable silence. Yves finished first and was getting up to leave when Jin spoke again.

Jin: Oh I almost forgot Yves. I was talking to some of the servants before breakfast & they said you woke them up super early & demanded they get rid of the table in the private kitchen, what's that all about?

Yves: Wha!! Never mind what it's all about just order a new one!

Yves face went bright red and he stormed out of the dinning room. Leon was laughing again and Licht shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

Jin: What the hell is going on with him today?

Leon: He'll be fine, he just got a little bit of adult education last night.

Jin: Huh?

Licht: You're still not helping.

Licht got up and left leaving behind a loudly laughing Leon and an even more confused looking Jin.

[rhaenyra-storms]

considering the thirsty thursday- could you write something for aegon where he meets his wife-to-be for the first time and at first he is kind of annoyed until he realises that she is just as dirty as he is and they are all over eachother despite not being married yet </3

ohh, that is definitely a good one!! i love that thought

have something for thirsty thursday? send it in here

Aegon was really annoyed he was supposed to get married. And you also didn't strike him as someone that would be into stuff he likes. In general, the whole idea of being with you didn't excite him. Yeah, you were nice and all, but how is he supposed to enjoy this marriage if the sex is going to be bad? At least you're pretty, he kept thinking. It would have been even more horrible if you didn't look like that, like someone he would fuck if you were just a bit more like him.

Maybe he should have expected you to act polite around his mother and his grandfather, but as soon as they left the two of you alone, Aegon was in for a surprise.

The look in your eyes seemed to change. He could follow your eyes moving up and down his body, taking in his dark clothes and freshly cut hair. His expression surely showed his surprise and confusion, especially when you stood up. Then you made a stop right in front of him, looking down at him.

Aegon's eyes were wide by now and his pants got tighter and tighter. You were extremely attractive.

"I heard about your dirty habits, my Prince," you said, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger. Aegon was in shock for a moment, frozen in place, before he eventually managed to place his hands on your butt. It felt good, to have you in his hands like this.

"I've heard whispers about your skills in bed," you continued, leaning down to whisper into his ear. Your teeth caught his earlobe, tugging on it gently while your hand moved over his chest, right down between his legs. You pressed your hand against his already hard cock.

"I don't know if I can wait for that cock until our wedding night, my Prince. I've been thinking about it since I saw you for the first time. And now we're finally alone and..."

You couldn't finish your sentence. Aegon had wrapped both of his arms around you, throwing you onto the settee next to him, before pushing up your dress and quickly finding your panties. "Oh, you will not have to wait for that, dear. You will never have to wait for that at all as long as we're married. I'm going to see you on my cock every day," he grinned widely, fingers slipping past your underwear and sinking into your already soaked pussy.

"Now you're gonna let me hear how much you enjoy this."

[sporesgalaxy]

While we're on the topic of trans stuff, I hope it's alright if I ask a question!!

I know you had long hair for a while, and that you ended up cutting it all off, and I'm just wondering how you felt about it? Did you have any anxiety beforehand? How was it after?

Totally cool if you don't wanna answer ofc!! I hope ur doing okay :^)

Yes!! I was anxious, bc I wasn't sure how it'd look! But since a friend of mine was the one cutting it, when the moment finally came I had an attitude of like "well, we're making silly memories! who cares!" So it ended up being a lot of fun!

But I'd wanted short hair for YEARS before that, and for YEARS I was unable to work up the nerve to go ask a professional hairdresser to cut it. Didn't help that some family was politely discouraging me, but whatever. Point is, I had a lot of time to get used to/learn to fight off the anxiety lol, and in my experience waiting longer just kept me unhappy and uncertain longer!

The thing I tried to keep in mind is that hair grows back!! you can always grow it out longer again if you don't like it. Yes it will look awkward for a while if you do that, but to me it was worth finding out if I liked it shorter than I'd ever tried before! And I'm so glad I cut it now! If I'd never taken the chance, I'd never have known how much I like it this short!

Ok I'm going to ramble some more about the specific Functional and Sensory benefits I've found short hair had compared to long hair, for me anyways, but this is already quite long so. readmore upon ye

•••

People may tell you "ohh you'll have to fix your hair and put product in it every day when its short" but what they DONT tell you is that it is SO MUCH EASIER TO FIX YOUR HAIR WHEN THERE IS WAY LESS HAIR TO FIX!!

I can dump like 2 cups of water on my head and its wet, and it dries in like 30 minutes. Combing it is SUPER fast, slapping some pomade in it or whatever is quick n easy. "Fixing my hair every day" was a MAJOR factor in me being intimidated out of cutting it in high school, BUT IT NEVER SHOULDVE BEEN!!! I was FOOLED!!

Ummm ahh what else. I was worried I'd miss my long hair since I'd had it for so long and tended to fiddle with it a lot just to so aomething with my hands.

But from what I remember, I didn't miss much about my old hair after I cut it. I tend to like it being long enough on top to twirl between my fingers, and it wasn't at first so I missed that as a stim, but otherwise it really felt like getting rid of a burden!

I don't get it randomly tangled in things anymore, I don't have the Literal Weight On My Shoulders, I don't finding shedded hairs wrapped around things all the time, there is NOTHING in my face when I eat!!!!!!!!!! It has been MONTHS since I found one of my own hairs in my mouth!!!!! It is nigh impossible to get even the most treacherous pancake syrups in my hair!!!!!! It's amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I also never DID anything with my long hair, because every time I tried anything more ambitious than a ponytail it would hurt my scalp more than I ever felt The Look was worth, so I didn't find myself missing any old hairdo possibilities either. I'm still not ambitious about styling it, but I don't have to be :) even for semiformal events :D it's awesome

[ren-144p]

Hi! Silent admirer of your RE stuff (it's been so long since I've played these games, but you've been re-inspiring me!) - so I'm curious about "Madrid, 1996" for the WIP asks? 👀

ohh god— going for the only one legitimately named and simultaneously the one most unpolished bdhdjsjkl

as of right now, “Madrid, 1996” is a series of snippets intertwined with meta about itself and records of my convos with @bennidraws (which is what started it all!!), written somewhat as a branch of my luis study project. set entirely pre-games, it follows the story of Luis and Carlos who meet, by chance, at an Umbrella conference, and in two weeks develop a particularly deep relationship. Carlos falls in love with an older man freshly out of a personality crisis, Luis falls for a repressed boy who's just discovering himself for the first time, and both of them turn each other's world upside down. contains dog imagery, yearning, cigarettes, and—on many occasions—Carlos' dog tags clinking against Luis' cross

it's rough and unpolished and not even fully planned out, branching within itself into multiple endings. but i've been chipping away at it when i'm not working on anything else and i feel like eventually something will come out of it. too much love has been put into those conversations for the fic to amount to nothing ❤️

*

“They ever give you a break, soldier boy?”

Carlos turned towards the voice, surprised to see anyone out of the building at this hour, especially in such a downpour. It belonged to the same man he had seen earlier, except the well-cut suit was nowhere to be found, now replaced by an intricately decorated leather jacket and a pair of well-worn jeans. He held a single cigarette between his teeth and a lighter in one hand, looking at him with curiosity through the hair falling into his eyes; and chuckled, clearly having noticed Carlos' persistent gaze on him.

“You look like a rabbit in headlights,” he teased, weaving the lighter between skilled fingers. It lit up with a quiet click a moment later, and Carlos took a while to admire the way the flame illuminated the man's face when he leaned into the light.

"No breaks.” He watched how his thin lips curled around a puff of smoke. “The shifts are short though.”

The stranger hummed, as if amused by the answer, and leaned back comfortably against the wall before extending a pack of cigarettes towards Carlos.

“Care for a smoke?”

*

“You should come find me later, soldier boy. When your shift is done,” the man said, throwing the butt of his cigarette on the ground. “Room 102. On the fourth floor,” he added with a wink, turning back, but Carlos' hand wrapped around his wrist before he could go.

“Who am I asking for?”

The stranger smirked, leaning in so close their noses almost touched.

“Name's Luis,” he said, a teasing note in his voice. “And who am I waiting for?”

“Carlos.”

*

and, as a bonus, a bit of the relevant note i made for this part (and for what's supposed to follow)

something about the terrifying act of inviting a stranger to your room, something about that stranger being a soldier; something about being invited to a hotel room by a man older than you, and something about the confidence with which he does it.

the way every night spent with a stranger might've been your last; the way he didn't know if he was gonna wake up the next morning, and then he did—and then they both did.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1145: Skull and Noir's Metal Filled Halloween Night (Persona 5 x SSBU)

7:45 p.m. at the Okamura's Residence's Living Room.........

TV Screen: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! (Heavy Metal Playing in the Background)

Haru: (Happily Raises her Fist Up in the Air While Next to Ryuji on the Sofa Together) WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!~ ROCK THE PIIIIITZ!!

Ryuji: (Chuckles Lightly) Damn, Haru! I knew there's a lot to more to ya than meets the eye, but I didn't know you had a thing for Heavy Metal music.

Haru: (Turns to Ryuji With a Bright Smile on her Face) Why, of course!~ I've been a fan of the genre for a long while now. It helped me out through so much in life that I doubt I would be the same nowadays without it.

Ryuji: Niiiice. I'm more of a Hip-Hop kind of guy myself- (Suddenly Let's Out a Loud Yawn While Stretching his Arm Up) But I'm always down to listen any rock related music sometimes....

Haru: (Giggles Softly) Aww~ Don't tell me you're getting sleepy on me already, Ryuji-Kun~

Ryuji: Nah, just feelin' yawny if anything. College been kickin' my ass with assignments lately. Haven't got that much sleep as I used to even.....

Haru: How come you never come to me fpr assistance? I'd be happy to help out.

Ryuji: (Sighs While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Yeah, but I figured you were already busy with your own thing that I didn't want to be all that much of a bother in the scheme of things.

Haru: (Frowns a Bit) Oh Ryuji, you could never be a bother to me. ('Sigh') But I do get what you're saying though. Things have been a lot more challenging since we've both enrolled to our respective curriculums.

Ryuji: Yeah, but we can worry about that some other time. Right now, I wanna sit back and watch more of this sick Metalocalypse show you've been telling me all about.

Haru: (Rapidly Clapping her Hands in Glee) Ohh I'm so glad you're lliking it so far!~ There's so many more spectacular scenes and moments later down the line that I cannot WAIT to show you!~

'Doorbell Ring'

Haru: Ooh!~ That might be the Trick-or-Treaters outsides!~ (Got Up and Make her Way to the Dpor)

Ryuji: (Follows Behind Haru) You know, you might be the only person I know who's excited to give out candy.

Haru: It always makes me happy seeing everyone enjoying Halloween, nostalgic even.

Ryuji: Yeah, I missed the good ol' days when you dressed in costumes, getting all the treats and candies you've dreamed of having, and egging and tee-peeing on the houses that don't give you any at all.

Haru: (Smirks at Ryuji While Picking Up a Bpwl of Candy From a Nearby Counter) A troublemaker I see~ Ever got caught doing those pranks?~

Ryuji: ('Scoffs') As if. You're talking to the fastest guy on the block here. I never got caught by anyone growing up!....Except for my mom.....and one of the neighbors' dogs......and Ann......and Shiho.......and Ren that one I pranked him- I am not impressing you one bit, aren't I?

Haru: (Giggles Softly) Oh no, I'm impressed alright~ By how cute you are, of course!~

Ryuji: (Glares at Haru) Hey, watch it, sista' Your son fits in the "cute" category, not me.

Haru: (Pouts at Ryuji) Oh hush! There's nothing wrong with having two of my boys as cuties~ (Playfully Pinches Ryuji's Cheek)

Ryuji: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Haru's Antics) C-Cut it out, will ya!?~ You're just as bad as my ma!

Haru giggles some more as she opens the door to see Futuba and the kids standing in front of her doorstep.

Kids: Trick-or-Treat!~ Trick-or-Treat!~ Give us something good to eat!~

Ness: (Bows His Upper Body Down at the Duo) Please and thank you.

Haru: (Gasps Loudly as She Place Both her Hands onto her Cheeks) Oh my gossssssh!~ You all look and sounded so adorable!~

Lavenza: (Happily Bows Down While Lifting the Lower Part of her Princess Dress Slightly Up) Why, thank you!~ We do our best to look our best for the spooky occasion as they say.

Morgana: (Points at Futuba Besides Him While Wearing his Musketeer Costume) Plus, Ms. Nerdy Featherwoman here kept making us sing that sing at almost EVERY place we've visited so far.

Futuba: (Glares at Morgana) Okay, first of all, I'm the Green Neo Featherwoman, thank you. Amd second, would you quit having little faith in me already? Our singing method's working like a charm so far. Mostly.

Ness: (Sighs While Dressed as a Dracula) Here's hoping we can keep it that way without getting into any trouble. (Slowly Turns his Jead at the Potential Culprit) And by "we", I mean you. JUNIOR!

Jr: (Was About to Sneak in Front of the House While Holding a Roll of Toilet Paper Before Stopping at his Tracks Once his Name was Heard) What happen?

Futuba: (Sighs While Pinching the Bridge of her Nose) Dangit, Junior. I thought I told you no tee-peeing anyone's house tonight!?

Jr: Oh come on, I only got one roll with to use! And besides, didn't you say to trick 'em at some point?

Futuba: Yeah, when they DON'T give you candy, which Haru-san was about to do right now by the way!

Ryuji: Yeah, and you're not even doing it right. You have to step a few inches back from the house, get into your perfect throwing position, and-

Haru: Ryuji! (Turns to the Youngest Koopa) Now, Junior, don't you think it's a bit mean to try and throw paper at someone who's giving out treats?

Jr: ('Sighs in Defeat') It is....Sorry for almost doing so, Ms. Haru.....

Haru: (Smiles Softly) It's quite alright, dear, no harm done. (Place a Few Candy Down on Jr's Bag) I love your costume.

Jr: (Smiles Brightly) Thanks! Sage told me it's suppose to be this Freddy guy from that Elm St. Movie or whatever.

Haru: (Continues Giving Out Candy to Everyone Else) Sage?

Ryuji: Who's that?

Ness: A new friend we met not too long ago.

Morgana: We're about to meet her and the others at Smash Tpwn to try out that new Haunted Mansion place everyone beem talking about. Wanna come with?

Futuba: (Puts on a Grin) I got plenty of spare Feathermen suits for you guys to wear~

Ryuji: Cool, but no can do, you guys. Haru and I already booked to watch a night marathon here.

Futuba: Really? Since when did you guys started hanging out with each other?

Ryuji: (Casually Shrugs) For a while now. Gotta start the dat- I-I mean, the....Friendship Train going! (Chuckles a Bit Awkwardly There) Am I....right?

Futuba: (Squints her Eyes at Ryuji a bit Suspiciously) Hmmmmmmmm- Hrm? (Suddenly Felt her Phone Viberating From her Costume's Pocket as She Takes her Phone Out and Check the Message Sent to Her)

Morgana: Anyways, Ryuji.....(Takes a Regular Size Chocolate Bar From Put of his Bag and Tosses it Towards Ryuji) Catch.

Ryuji: (Catches the Bar Mona Gave him With a Surprised Look on his Face) Ah dude, you're actually giving me your chocolate bar right now?

Morgana: (Happily Nodded) Yep! I already got a few more in the bag and I figured you would want one right about you, you know?

Ryuji: (Forms a Cheeky Grin on his Face) Well, ain't this a surprise!? Thanks, bud!

Haru: (Smiles Proudly at her Son) That is so sweet of you, honey!~

Jr: (Gives Haru the Roll of Toilet he Was Holding) You can have the toilet paper too. You'll probably have more use for it than I ever will.

Haru: (Smiles Softly at Jr) Thank you, sweetie.

Futuba: Holy macaroni! The attraction's about to start in a few minutes! We gotta get a move on, people!

Kids: (Cheers in Rejoice)

Haru: (Giggles Softly) Well, don't let us keep you waiting then.

Ryuji: Yeah, uh....Mona?

Morgana: (Turns Back to Ryuji) Yeah?

Ryuji: Uhh......Listen to what Futuba says and.....Have a good time out there, yeah?

Morgana: Oh uh....(Smiles a Little) Yeah, sure thing. You guys have a good time too. We'll miss you.

Haru: We'll miss you too, baby~

Ryuji: Yeah, and don't worry about your ma, kiddo. (Points at Himself with a Cocky Grin on his Face) She's in good hands by yours truly after all!

Morgana: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah, I'll hold you to it, Mr. Bodyguard.

Futuba: (Happily Waves Goodbye to the Duo as She and the Others Take Their Leave) Later guys! Have a Spooooooooky Halloween Night!~

Kids: Byeee!~\ See ya!\ Have a good night!

Haru: (Happily Waves Back at Everyone) Have a spooky Halloween Night yourselves, everyone!~ Enjoy your candy!~ (Watches Futuba and the Kids Leave as She Behins to Let Out a Sigh) I miss them already. (Turns to Ryuji) You okay, Ryuji-san?

Ryuji: ('Sigh') Yeah, a little....(Turns Back to Haru) Sorry for chickening out there, Haru. I don't know what came over me at that moment.....

Haru: That was your nerves showing and it's okay, truly. If anything, I would've done the same in your position.

Ryuji: Yeah, but....I don't wanna make it seem like I'm ashamed of dating you or anything, cuz I'm not.

Haru: (Gently Grabs Ryuji's Hand While Giving him a Sincere, Reassuring Look in her Eyes) I know you aren't, dear. I can tell by the look in your eyes alone that you love, just as much as I love you too. (Kiss the Top of Ryuji's Hand)

Ryuji: (Starta Blushing by Haru's Simple, Yet Effective Display of Affection) ......Damn, Haru. Since when did you became more romantic than I am?~

Haru: (Giggles Softly) When you get arranged to forced marriages as much as I have, you tend to get more romantic knowledge and experiences out of it, for better or for worse.

Ryuji: (Gently Grabs Haru's Hand) I'll make sure to I do everything I can make you happy.

Haru: (Smiles Brightly) Silly~ You've already made me plenty happy just by being here and loving me~ (Gives Ryuji a Kiss on the Cheek) Now, come. I believe we still got ourselves Metal show to watch and our very own cuddle session to proceed going forward~

Ryuji: (Smiles Brightly) Lead the way, ma'am!~

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!~

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[alexey-slay21]

bangchan x male reader

Y/n wants to get a job at Jyp ent. as a manager. He still in the "training period" and he's affiliated to Christopher bang chan, leader of stray kids (wow didn't expect at all). Who knows what will happen between this young man and our dadd- I mean Aussie gentleman :)

*Y/n POV*

I was sitting on a chair in the hall at jyp, I'm reading the schedule for the week my colleague just gave me and damn it's so full and I almost can't even go to the bathroom... everything is planned perfectly, even sleep hours...

I take my phone and I check the time, it's almost 8:00 am, I'll have to start soon. I get up from the chair and I take the papers I have to leave to bangchan.

I enter the elevator and I press the floor button, the doors close and it starts moving up. I arrive at the floor where there are most of te studios and i look forward to his studio. When I find it i knock on the door and i wait him to answer.

He didn't answered but instead he opened the door.

Y/n: "I got some papers for you"- I hand him the documents 

Chan: "you must be the new manager?"

Y/n: "Yeah" i answer nervously

He quickly reads te papers "ok, everything is here, thank you for the delivery... btw what's your name?" He asked

Y/n: "Y/n"

Chan: "that's a nice name, where are you from?"

Y/n: "Y/c (your country)"

Chan: "really!? I've always wanted to visit y/c. Are you going to be by my side now on?"

Y/n:"I think I still have to figure out what I'll do but I think I'll be with you for some time"

Chan:"ohh, got it! So you're still in your training time... don't worry we'll be fine" he said smiling 

I'm more nervous than before and he noticed 

Chan:"don't worry y/n, you'll do great, I'm sure of that"

Y/n: "I hope so"

Chan:"you're too nervous my boy! Relax haha, i think you'll be one of the best managers of the whole company, trust me" he's trying to cheer me up 

Chan:"so I have a meeting in half an hour? To decide next comeback stuff right?"

Y/n:"Yes you're right"

While waiting the time to pass we got to know each other better... the time passed quickly and the meeting was there.

I take Chan to the meeting and after an hour we finished.

Y/n:"Stray kids have to do a lot of of stuff this month"

Chan: Yeah... It's true that it's going to be a busy month with the comeback, photo shoot, interview, all... I know it will be long and sometimes tiring, but don't worry"

We walk down the hall, ready to leave the building 

Chan:"let's go back to the dorm, I'm gonna introduce you to the other members" he says smiling 

Y/n: "Sounds good" I reply 

Chan: "Don't be shy on the way boy, I will introduce you one by one to everyone!"

A few months passed and I became pretty close to Chan and the kids and now I'm officially his manager and one of his close friends.

I'm on the roof of the dorm with chan, he's been sitting there for a while looking at the sky...

Chan: "Ahh, y/n, this weather is amazing, right? I don't want to go back inside... I just want to watch the clouds moving slowly in the sky... it's so relaxing, I love this moment..." I decide to look up at the clouds too...

Y/n:"I think it's gonna rain soon..." he looks at me and then back to the dark clouds in the sky

Chan: "Yeah you're right... The weather is changing quite fast compared to a few minutes ago... But the calm before the storm is amazing, I like this" 

Y/n:"Yeah you're right... btw I really have to finish planning some stuff on the computer... do you mind stay here alone or you want to come in too?" He quickly looks at me 

Chan: "I think I'll stay here, I really enjoy looking at the weather, dw I'll go inside later"

Y/n:"Ok see ya then... and don't get the rain" I say joking 

Chan: "don't worry I won't" he smiles at me while I'm leaving the rooftop.

I go down the stairs and I reach my apartment's door, I open it and I get inside.

I turn on the lights and I sit at my desk while I take my portable.

My dog comes to greet me and then she lays next to my chair so i start working.

After an hour and half I'm done, I stretch myself and I decide to get up from the chair to check if Chan is still outside.

I reach again the roof and when I open the door I see chan still sitting on the same chair as earlier, his hair and clothes completely wet and he's humming a song.

I walk towards him and when he notice me he looks at me and he smiles.

Y/n: "I told you to don’t get wet... you're so stubborn man, you'll get sick" I fake a disappointed face 

Chan: "ohh, y/n, you're here... yk... I was too busy enjoying this moment, I love to watch the clouds and to listen to the sound of the rain" 

*Chan POV* 

he's so cute... he really came back to check on me... I look at him and i involuntarily smile, I feel like my cheeks burning... what the hell is happening g to me?! Why I'm feeling this way... I feel so dumb rn

*y/n POV*

Y/n: "I think you'll need some dry clothes"

Chan: "oh, yeah right, I'm kinda wet... I think I should definitely go inside now hahahaha"

Y/n: "let's go then" I offer him my hand so he can stand up from where he's sitting

We go inside and he opens the door of skz dorm, we enter and we took off our shoes and then we walk to the bathroom to look for some towels. We find some and he starts drying his hair.

Y/n: "I'm bringing you some dry clothes from your room, tell me what you need"

Chan: "oh, thank you were much y/n! I think i really need to change completely... you can bring me... lemme think... oh yeah, a shirt, sweatpants, socks etc..."

Y/n: "brb"

I close the bathroom door and I enter his room, it's always so cozy, I like it. I open his wardrobe and i take what he needs and the I come back to him and I nock on the door. After a while he answers and I enter. He was wrapped with a big towel, he kinda looks like a big burrito, I give him the clothes and then I leave him changing while i come back to his room.

After a while he exits the bathroom and joins me. When i look at him I notice that his natural curls are back end I giggle at this sight.

Chan: "what's so funny?"

Y/n: "I'm not used to see you with curly hair but it suits you. Btw what are we doing now? Any plans?"

Chan: "what about watching a movie? Sounds good to you?"

Y/n: "yeah, any movie on mind?

Chan: "well... actually naur (lol), I was hoping you to recommend some hehe"

Y/n: "lemme think... we can watch Deadpool or... Spider-Man across the spiderverse I always wanted to watch it"

Chan: "the 2nd one sounds good, I watched the first one but never watched this one"

I take his computer from the desk near the bed and I turn it on

Y/n: "password... always the same?" Chan nods, I digit the password and I open a streaming app and i search the movie and I start giggling and he looks at me confused 

Y/n: "I'm selling your music files" I type on the keyboard pretending I'm doing something bad with his computer 

Chan: "hahaha, not funny y/n, I would kill you if you do that, I've worked hard on those songs. Stop you're making me anxious"

*Chan POV*

 I look at him, ik he's joking, I'm feeling a kind of possessiveness towards him... why?! I don't understand... what's this feeling? Why am I feeling something towards him? I like girls, i want a girlfriend, why do i feel this way? I keep staring at y/n who's using my computer and idk why I suddenly grab his wrist stopping him and then I realise how stupid I'm. Why I did that?! Maybe he's gonna think I'm weird... so i take my computer back and i sit on the bed with the laptop on my legs and I put the movie ready to be watched.

Chan: "okay, fine I'm not mad at you , now let's watch the movie"

He's silent but as i look at him I feel something strange on my chest. I need to ask him something...

Chan: "so... umm, y/n,  need to ask you something... you're not in a relationship is tat correct? I don't look at his face while asking this

Y/n: "I have one"

Chan: "who... is it a girl? My voice is getting softer, I'm trying to hide the fact that I'm feeling somehow jealous 

Y/n: "Yeah, she looses a lot of fur all around the house, when it's hot she drools a lot and sometimes she bites me when she wants attention hahahaha"

I start laughing at the description 

Chan: "a dog hahah? You're living with a dog , don't you?

Y/n: "yeah the cutest good girl, she's the love of my life hahah"

I laugh again at what he just said, then I look at him, it's my turn to be serious

Chan: "Okay okay, I get it that you love your dog, I'm happy for you! But... What about girls? Do you have a *human* girlfriend?"

Y/n: "my dog is jealous"

I try not to laugh but I think about him having a girlfriend and my heart is burning right now

Okay, I'm getting impatient, I need to be direct and ask him if there's someone in his life

Chan: "I meant do you have a girlfriend that is... Not a dog?" My voice is getting more and more serious

Y/n: "who needs one?"

I look at him, wanting an honest answer.

Chan: "Wait what? Don't get me wrong but... Isn't it better to have a girlfriend that... You know... You can *kiss*, and *hug* her? I mean... You can't do this with your dog?

I can't keep a neutral expression anymore, it's obvious that I'm jealous of this dog right now or maybe it's just me thinking about him having a *imaginary* relationship with someone else who's not me?

Chan: "So... You'd rather be with... Your dog... Than with a person?" I say this slowly, I feel like he's hurting my heart

I feel like crying now, I regret asking these questions. I look at him, seeing how sweet he talks about this dog, I feel bad for being jealous.

Chan: "so you see yourself in the future alone? Like you and a dog only? I want a romantic partner, I want him, but he's telling me that he can always have a dog in his life? I feel betrayed. I take a breath and I finally say it

Chan: "What about a romantic partner? Like a girlfriend? Or... A wife?"

Y/n: "man, idk, I don't even know what I'll do tomorrow i cannot think about big things like future or if ill be with someone or not"

I don't like his answer... But I can't blame him, he's younger (or older) than me. But still, he's old enough to have a girlfriend... If he likes girls, he must be having one, right...? Idk... 

Y/n looks kinda annoyed about the conversation we're having but I can't help myself,  jealousy is the only thing I can feel rn

Y/n: "what about you? Ur 25 and you haven't been in a relationship yet"

Chan: "don't change the topic" I'm holding myself to don't show my emotions, i feel like he's hiding something from me, what if he has a girlfriend and h don't want me to know? Jealousy is kicking in harder 

Chan: "Are you having a girlfriend? I'm asking for the 100th time y.n, it's a simple question, is it so difficult to answer?"

Y/n: "does it really matter?"

Chan: "Yes it matters!" I can't hold my emotions anymore, I can't pretend to be fine right now, I'm getting pissed off

Chan: "I just want to know if you're dating a girl, that's all I need to know... Because if you're dating someone... Then I need to stop thinking about you that much, I need to move on... I need to stop feeling this painful jealousy... I can't do this anymore..."

tears start running down from my cheeks, I fucked up. I run to the bathroom and I lock the door behind me and I leave y/n alone in your room.

I sit on the floor with my hands in my face, I feel pain and I need a moment to try and calm down.

What have I done? Why did I ask him that... It's so stupid, I was able to control myself for 30 minutes, I can't believe I talked so much about this dog and his imaginary girlfriend. Did I want to hear the truth or am I really crazy? Why is he so nice and cute, I'm going to ruin everything if I don't act normal from now on...

Y/n: "CHRISTOPHER OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR"

I hear y/n's voice outside the bathroom, his tone is not aggressive but it sounds more worried than anything.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm down, and get my emotions under control before I open the door again and see him face to face... I regret not thinking twice about what I asked him.

Chan: "Okay okay, give me a second please..."

I take a deep breath and as soon as i open the door y/n hugs me tightly.

Y/n: "don't you dare to do something like this again" he tightened the hug

I start crying when he hugs me, I feel his arms and I can't believe he's hugging me. He's so kind... But he's making me feel worse, because he's hugging me like he's my boyfriend or... Maybe like a lover...

I try to avoid his hug and I push him away slightly but he keeps hugging me

Chan: "Just... Let me go... The fact that you're hugging me, makes me believe that you like me... I don't want to be delusional... You don't want anything more than friendship right?"

Y/n: "we cn talk about what happened but please don't get away or take distance from me" 

he cares about me or... he's  just trying to don't make me feel weird?

He keeps hugging me and it's making me feel horrible... I don't want to be the weirdo I was some minutes ago anymore, I don't want to be obsessed with a guy who's hugging me right now... But I can't fight those damn emotions, he's making me feel like I mean a lot to him... Why is he treating me like this? I can't do it anymore, I let myself fall on the floor and I sit there hugging my knees.

I stay on the floor as y/n was doing too, I'm trying not to cry anymore. It's awkward for me now, he's hugging me while I'm sitting as if he was my boyfriend, and after the way we've spoken with each other, we're probably not going back to speaking as best friends so fast...

I don't dare to look at him now, I just stay in this position, not knowing what to say or to do to fix this situation...

I take a deep breath while he rubs my back like if we're together.

So he's not dating, this means that he's single... But why did he have to hug me like this? Is he trying to give false hopes?

Chan: "can you please let me go now? I say this in a low tone, I'm trying not to sound rude, but I want to get up and stop feeling like this...

y/n: "yeah... sure... I-I'm sorry for making you feel this way, I have  even noticed you felt something"

Chan: "It's okay, I just need a moment to get up from the floor, can you please let me go now?" *I feel awkward as hell but I can't believe he was hugging me and I can't do anything because this hug was way too good and sweet, I need to control my emotions right now.

I slowly stand up, still avoiding y/n's eyes

Chan: "I-I'm fine now... I don't need your hug anymore... I feel normal..." Why am I lying so much? I want to feel like he feels something for me... I need to stop this stupid thoughts.

Chan: "I'm just... Need a minute to be alone, I'm fine really..." I try to walk away but I hesitate, I'm not sure if I should just keep talking to him and forget what just happened or leave for real this time...

Y/n: "Maybe it's better if I leave for now..."

He's leaving? I should feel happy about this but it's not what I want... I feel the urge to stop him from walking out the door... But I don't want to say anything, it's stupid if I ask him to stay after all that just happened. It's my fault I hate myself 

I stay still and I wait for his reaction, I don't know what to do to fix this situation... I really screwed up by acting like that.

Y/n: "If you need anything call me ok? The other members should come back to the dorm soon. See ya Chris"

After he leaves I lay down on my bed hoping that I just had a nightmare, but I know that this is real... I screwed up and I ruined our relationship... Why did I let myself have all these silly feelings for a guy that likes girls? He likes someone else, I need to get over him.

A few hours passed, its almost midnight and I receive a text from y/n

💬 Best brah: you ok? Have you eaten?

💬me: I'm fine... haven't eaten much today but I'll menage 

I reply to his text, I just hope it's not gonna b awkward between us after what I did.

💬Best brah: eat something!!

He's so caring...why is he ignoring the fact that i acted weird...

💬Me: I'll eat tomorrow... I wanna ask you something, can I?

💬Best brah: eating is important, take care. Btw what's the question?

💬Me: How do you feel about what happened this afternoon? I hope I didn't make it awkward between us because you're the most amazing guy I know... 

I click send and I wait for his response, I feel anxious not gonna lie

💬Best brah: I'm sure you didn't wanted to act that way. It happens... it can happen to everyone to loose control of their emotions and you're human too. I'm not mad at you.

He doesn't hate me... that's relieving 

💬Best brah: we can always talk about it sooner or later, but maybe for the moment it's better if you take some time by yourself to think about it. Can we make this week pass? Do you think we can do it?

My heart skips a beat when I read "can we make this week pass?", I start overthinking again... Wait, he wants to wait before talking to me... What does this mean? Does this mean he's not comfortable with me anymore because of what I am? I start worrying a lot now*

💬Me: Of course, if that's what you want. 

I feel a bit disappointed by the idea of not talking with him for a whole week but I want to respect his wish

💬Best brah: we can se each other this week as well but It'll be just for work purposes and then next Sunday we'll talk about it

Oh... This means that he doesn't want to see me that much this week, but for work reasons he can't totally avoid me... This is so weird to me because I was expecting a different answer, a more... Loving answer but I'm probably delusional...

💬Me: okay, I got it... If that's what you want... Let's do that.

💬Best brah: I won't ignore you ok?

💬Me: I know, I trust you. You don't need to ignore me, we'll just act as normal.

💬Best brah: Take care and eat during this week ok? Promise? 

💬Me: promise... I'll eat something this week. Gnight 

💬Best brah: tomorrow as usual we have to meet up in front the building to go to jyp. Good night Chris 

I turn off my phone too and I stay in my bed, trying to sleep, but I can't just close my eyes, I'm too nervous and anxious... He's okay with me, he doesn't hate me, but he's avoiding me a bit, he wants us to act normal, and that's good for me, I can try and behave like nothing happened and I don't feel anything for him... This is my only hope to be happy again...

Skip time

*Y/n's POV*

The week is almost over, it's Friday. After a long day at jyp i come back to my apartment and I take my phone.

💬Me: eaten?

💬Chris Bahhhng: yeah I ate some toast in the morning, it's fine

💬Me: it's 9:47pm... you only had breakfast...

💬Chris Bahhhng: yeah, I know I should probably eat more but... I've been stressed and tired, it's hard for me to eat. But don't worry, I'm gonna eat a normal dinner

💬Me: Be honest man... how much did you eat during past days?

💬Chris Bahhhng: well... I only ate one toast and coffee in the morning as well as some bread and water during the day... It's been a bit difficult to eat more than that...

💬Me: not good man

💬Chris Bahhhng: I know, I'm trying... But it's kind of hard to eat when I don't feel like doing anything.

💬Me: ik it's hard but pls take care of yourself ok? I have to go now maybe I'll text you later 

A few hours passed, he only viewed my text but didn't reply. He's worrying me a little but now he's with his members, they would tell me if anything is wrong... so I go to sleep

Skip time

*Chan's POV*

Saturday passed quickly... it's already Sunday, the day of the "talk"

I'm laying down in my bed, facing the ceiling... I'm taking deep breaths... why do I feel like this...

I decide to get up and get ready for work when I noticed a text from y/n on my Lock Screen

💬Best brah: hey... today there's a change of plans... there was a mistake on your schedule so you have a day off

💬Me: oh, okay, I get it now, thank you for the clarification. *I feel relieved now that I know the plan is still on... 

I just have to be extra careful to act normal in front of him today

💬Me: what time do you plan on coming to the dorm?

💬Best brah: mhhh... 1:00 pm, I'll bring something to eat 

I get excited when I read his message, at least he's still coming to the dorm, that means we're still gonna see each other... He's even bringing lunch for both of us, I guess I'm gonna have to eat something today then... God, he's so sweet... Oh damn... I think I'm doing it again, I'm gonna have to stop thinking this way as soon as possible

💬Me: I will make sure to be ready for when you come, thanks for bringing me lunch, I'm gonna eat something for once! See you later~

It's almost 1:00pm and I hear someone knocking at the door 

I feel a bit nervous... Ik It's y/m, I hope he doesn't notice that I'm not looking so good today... I open the door for him

Y/n enters the dorm, I feel the urge to hug him once more... I just can't help it, he's so sweet and I just love the way he smells... I must focus on the lunch now, I don't want to ruin my chances with him, the mood seems calm for now, I need to act normal.

He has a bag in his hand... he bought me my fav noodles...

The noodles smell so good! This guy is so sweet... I try to eat a bit of them but my stomach feels full and I can't eat that much...

I force myself to eat as much as I possibly can, it's hard because my stomach is hurting but I don't want y/n to be concerned about me anymore...

Chan: "these are really good noodles btw, thanks for bringing them..."

I look at y/n, I hope he doesn't notice that I feel really bad after eating... My body is not used to eating this much...

I finish my bowl and I feel my stomach is getting filled with a lot of pain again, it feels really hard to act normal at this point

Chan: "well, they were really good, I'm just a bit full at the moment, I'll let you enjoy yours now"

I try to smile but I'm not sure if it's a good enough smile to make him believe that I'm happy right now... What should I do?

Y/n: "not feeling good right?"

God, i can't lie to him, I'm not feeling like eating, I'm not feeling like doing anything, all I want is to sit next to him and hug him

Chan: "yeah... I kinda feel like throwing up... I should take a break so I'll just sit here on the couch for a bit..."

He finished his noodles and he sits with me on the couch, I want to put my head on his shoulder, I want to get closer to him, he's so warm... I feel really safe when I'm with him. My stomach is hurting again, it's like my body is telling me that I'm doing something wrong here... Did I eat too much?...

I'm staring down at my stomach, I'm  focusing on my pain and I feel him wrapping an arm around my waist and putting his hand on my stomach.

Chan: "it's not really easy to talk... but... I haven't eaten properly this whole week, that's why my stomach hurts... I feel sick and I don't know how long I can keep this up..."

Y/n: "wanna go to the bathroom? You don't look great rn..."

I can't talk, all I can do now is nod my head in response, I feel like throwing up more than before, I can barely move but I need to try... I need to go to the restroom now, it hurts so much...

I can feel it in my throat and in my stomach... He's not holding my shoulder anymore, now I'm holding his hand tightly as I get up from the couch and I run to the bathroom.

I get inside the bathroom and I start to feel nauseous. I have to hold the toilet lid because I can't stand up. I try to breathe and to calm myself down, I don't want to vomit, I don't want Y/n to see that or to hear it, I try to control it, but it's really hard for me

Chan: "please, don't come inside, it... it... it smells really bad here, I just... have... have..." 

I start to throw up inside the toilet... I feel so ashamed, I'm a mess.

I hear the door being opened and his steps behind me 

Oh god, it hurts so much, I'm losing everything I ate this afternoon, I can't look at him right now, I'm so embarrassed and my throat hurts so bad, I don't know what to... The last bit of food comes out of my stomach and my eyes tear up... I can't let him see me like this, I would probably feel so much worse. I try to go away from him so he can't see me feeling so shameful

Chan: stay away, please! Just... Just... 

I try to say something more but I throw up again... I feel like crying rn

I can feel his hand on my forehead keeping my hair from falling on my eyes, I try to push his hand away, I don't want him to touch me right now.

Chan: "please, just... Please..."

I feel sick again and I try to walk away from his hand... I throw up more and I'm crying right now. My stomach feels like I've been punched and my throat is burning. I don't want him to see me like this, feeling so sick, with so many tears and so much shame in my eyes now.

He slowly starts to rub my back, his touch feels good, I calm down a bit. I sit on the toilet and my throat and stomach are burning even more than before. I'm breathing heavily and it's hard for me to stay still... I can't say anything right now, I just want to feel less sick and to stop throwing up.

The cramps and the burning in my stomach are so bad that I feel like throwing up again, but this time it's just bile since there's nothing else that could come out of my stomach now.

Y/n: "hey... feeeling a lil better man?

My stomach feels a bit better now, I have to take deep breaths but the pain is a bit less intense now. My throat is so exhausted and burning, it's hard to talk, I only nod as my answer

Chan: "yeah, it's a bit better now... it wasn't good to eat everything at once after not eating for days..."

Y/n: "yeah Ik... have you tough about our talk?"

Oh god, I wasn't expecting to talk about that now, it's making me feel nervous, what should I say? I can't lie to him again but I still don't know what to say... Should I just tell him more about what I want and about my feelings for him?

Chan: "well... I was thinking a lot and..."

I take a deep breath and I can taste the acid coming from my stomach, that's not a good sign...

Y/n: "sorry sorry. I didn't want to put more pressure on you, when you'll  feel better and ready we can talk ok?"

Thank god he's not pushing me to talk, I can't handle so many emotions right now, it's making me feel sick again... If I try to talk about my feelings for him it's gonna make me feel even more sick, I don't know if it's good for me now... But I know I have to talk to him about it, he won't give up on me easily... What should I do? What should I say? What words will make him understand that I just want him to be happy?

He dried some sweat off my face with a towel

Y/n: "are you finished here? We can come back to the living room or to your room if you want"

Chan: "maybe my room"

Y/n: "ok let's go there then"

Y/n takes my hand and leads me to my room, as he opens the door we both enter. His hand feels so warm and soft, I feel like it's holding all my thoughts and worries, I can't focus on anything just now, not with him so close to me now...

I sit in my bed and I look at him waiting for him to sit down next to me, I want to be as close to him as possible, but I know this is not a good idea, I need to focus on talking to him and to telling him how I feel about everything.

I close my eyes for a bit, I try to breathe and to calm myself down, but I just can't stop thinking about him now... His voice, his smell, the way he looks at me... Why is he so perfect and caring?

He lays down on my bed too. I finally open my eyes, I see him laying next to me. He's so close to me and he's just staring at my face. I feel like he's analyzing everything about me right now and this thought is making me feel uncomfortable and awkward... I want y/n to just be himself while laying next to me, I don't want our first time together alone and without the rest of skz to be a bad one or a weird one... But, damn, I wish I could stop my thoughts from going in so many different directions, just focus on what's happening now.

After some minutes he boops my nose and I start to blush a bit and I feel a bit of embarrassment

Chan: "oh, well, I guess... Yeah, I tend to overthink a lot, and... how did you know I was overthinking?"

I stay silent now, I don't know what else to say, I was just starting to feel a bit more comfortable next to him...

Y/n: "your face tells me everything..."

Chan: "well... You're right, my face gives it away... I was still trying to prepare for telling you how I feel about everything, but now that you're here, laying next to me... I don't know... You're making me a bit nervous now..." I giggle a bit because I feel so awkward and embarrassed

Y/n: "you don't have to be nervous when you're with me Chris"

I look at him and I feel my heart beating so fast right now, I want to be myself but he's so close, his eyes are like the universe on his face. I feel so attracted to him and now that I'm thinking about this I can't keep myself calm, I start to feel even more nervous...

I try to talk but I can't, it feels like a hundred butterflies are buzzing in my stomach now.

Chan: "I'm... I'm-"

Y/n: " do you think we can start our talk?"

The way he says it makes me feel nervous, it's like he's expecting too much from me, but at the same time I can't wait to tell him everything that's been in my mind this whole month. I can't say a single word now, the words won't come out and my heart rate is getting faster every second... I just nod, my face is completely red, I feel like I'm gonna combust at any moment.

Y/n: "Well... maybe we can start from what you told me last week before what happened.

I close my eyes and I think about last week, what I said to him and what I said about my feelings for him. Now that he's asking me to talk about everything again, I want to keep my head straight and to make him understand how I feel without all the crying and stuff, without making him feel bad for me. The way he's looking at me while listening to what I'm gonna say right now is making it ten times harder than it already is... I just need to stop overthinking and to speak... I'm not gonna cry now, I can do this.

I try to focus on the feeling of the butterflies in my stomach and how y/n is looking at me right now, but the memory of what I said last week is coming back... The sentences, the voice I said them with, how I felt... I hate this...

Chan: "I guess I meant that I should stop thinking about you so much, that I should stop feeling so jealous of everything and also upset... Because... Because I can't stop thinking about you now, and I just..." 

I close my eyes, I can't be honest now. I hate that I'm lying to y/n again...

Y/n: "and?"

Chan: I think I meant that I should stop letting you ruin my life, that I need to stop thinking about you... That I need to move on and focus on myself, I can't keep thinking about someone who probably doesn't love me..."

 I feel so confused and uncomfortable when I try to say these words to him... This is just like last week, I was completely honest with him and it made everything so much worse...*

Y/n: "I think we both know that you don't really mean this..."

He's probably right. I open my eyes again, I look at him and I force myself to nod. 

Chan: "I wanted to tell you that I can't keep thinking of someone who... Who doesn't love me back..." 

The words feel so bitter in my mouth, the more I speak the more pain I feel inside my chest now.

Y/n: "well... that's not totally true... I do love you but maybe not yet as the same way as you love me... but I think that somehow it may work... I mean between us... we just need time"

I can't believe my ears, is he finally saying something about his feelings? I look at him again, his eyes look so beautiful and I want to be close to him so bad, but I have to be calm and reasonable, he's trying to be honest and to talk about his feelings so I have to do it too now... I take a deep breath and I try to control my emotions and to speak in a calm and clear way...I feel like I'm gonna cry now, my throat hurts again.

Some tears running down my cheeks while y/n tries to wipe them away with his sleeve.

He's staring at my wet chocolate eyes, he has a little smile on his face and i can feel butterflies back in my stomach. He's so perfect, i have a chance, maybe my only chance to be with him.

I do understand what he meant, I know that we're still just getting to know each other now and we need to go gradually, see where this goes... I want to start something with him but it might be too early now... His eyes look so peaceful and calming right now, just staring at the ceiling while I'm looking at him... He's so close to me, the urge to kiss him right now is becoming so overwhelming right now... I need to do something to change my own mind, otherwise I don't know what can happen...

He offers me his hand, i grab it and then he lays back down on the bed next to me. We're  laughing holding hands... Am I dreaming? It's too perfect to be real.

After some time I decide to come closer to him and to put my head on his shoulder. I need more physical contact rn, I'm really craving for some.

Y/n just looks at me and has he could read me as an open book, he slides his arms around me and he hugs me tightly. My head on his chest, I can smell his scent and I love it.

Y/n's hug makes me forget about everything in the moment, every thought in my mind disappears completely. The only thing I feel now is him, his body next to mine, it's perfect... I feel so safe and protected now...

Chan: "are you ok with this?"

I whisper quietly, afraid to ruin the moment we're sharing right now... I'm just so happy he hasn't let go of me yet, I don't want this moment to end now...

Y/n: "yk I'm not really used to physical contact but I think I can get used to this"

His words make me smile, I feel like I wanna kiss him right now, but I don't want to push it too much, he already seems so comfortable with me and with our physical proximity, I don't want him to feel like I'm forcing him to do something... If I could, I would kiss him right now but I'm not sure if he's ok with that. I just want us to be happy now, I'm just so happy that he let me be this close to him... I look up into his magnetic eyes, the whole galaxy is in there... he's so close now, the way he looks at me... I want to kiss his lips right now, I want to feel him even closer to me...I whisper, my voice is almost too low for him to hear...

Chan: "y/n, can I be honest with you about something?"

Y/n: "mh?"

Chan: "can I kiss you? Because right now I feel like I really, really need to..."

I see him thinking for some seconds, I can feel one of his hands caressing the back of my head and no he's looking back at me.

I feel like my whole body is trembling inside, my heart is beating so fast, it's like I'm on fire right now, I'm feeling so much right now without knowing why I'm feeling like this in this moment... All I feel is his touch...

I lean my head closer to his lips and I close my eyes, I really need to kiss him... he's not trying to push me away, he's gently pushing my head towards his. My heart rate just doubled the second he pushed my head towards his, now our faces are close to each other, my eyes are now fully closed, I feel like I'm on cloud nine right now, like I'm dreaming...

It's like an electric energy buzzing in the air between us... And then I go even closer to his lips to make another move...

Our lips touching and our first kiss was... Something I can't even describe with words right now... It felt like the whole world just stopped in this moment, not a thing mattered other than the feeling I was getting when our lips finally touched. Everything was perfect, perfect and warm and soft and I felt so safe. For a second I thought he was gonna pull away but then he kept our kiss for a few seconds more... His lips were so soft and our kiss was so gentle, I felt like I wanted to stay like that forever... He made me feel so alive...*

[the-fiction-witch]

Pet

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Smut

Kinktober Day thrity One

Kinktober concept Collaring

smut collar/ owning/ lead/ choking/ full sex/ raw sex/

I was prepared to fight as I sat in the metal framed cage, but a box had been put around the outside meaning I couldn't see. But my box had been still for a good while now. I stayed alert. and posied. ready to fight. "yeah alright Darling" A voice spoke up and I heard a door close "Ahh my parcel has arrived" He smirked I heard tools working on the corners of the box so I prepared to fight him the moment the panel was removed light flooded in burning my eyes and preventing my attack as I rushed to cover them "ahhh!" I squealed "Awww hello," he smiled "Look at you, aren't you a pretty one" He smirked "Out you come then" He encouraged and I felt him grab my arm helping me out of the box but immediately I kicked and squalled trying to fight even if I couldn't see "Hey! Hey whoa!" he yelled wrapping his arms around my shoulders and my waist leaving me unable to do much more then wildly kick my feet until I, of course, got tired from the fact I hadn't had anything to drink in god knows how long "We calm now? you're gonna be good?" he asks sitting me down on something and by now my eyes had clearled a little and I could see him "Hi there" he smiled and my first responce was to bite at him "whoa! no. no we do not bite people" he warns but I just kept trying "Oi! I said no. No! hey! no biting" He says forcing my jaw shut and holding it in his hand "No biting, we clear?" "Bastard!" I yelled "Yell it all day princess this place is soundproof no one can hear you" he chuckled "You gonna be calm now?" he asks offering me some water which I happily took "Good, I always get the live ones. Something about the damn shipping time" he sighed "But anyway, Hello"

"Hi" I sighed "Do you have a name?" "Y/n" "Aww that's a very pretty name," he smiled "Thomas "Hi" "Now I read on your paperwork this isn't your first time, which made this easy you know the basics" he explained working on getting the box out of the way as I drank I looked around the place, it was a large building with all the windows closed up, it was a very nice place with a bed, full bathroom, bookshelf, tv, and a large desk that I sat on and chair. "But ground rules, this place is yours use it as you wish, but you are not to leave especially not during the daytime, food and water supply of the course and the place is soundproof, and it good soundproofing I know. So don't bother tiring yourself out" He explained "We clear?" "Yes" I nodded "I will come in as and when I want to, and I take it you know how that works?" He smirked and I nodded "Good, Ohh," he said before he came closer "If you step foot into the main house I will make sure it's the last place you step foot in again, do you understand?" he asked "Yes" I rolled my eyes "Hey! This is the one thing I'm serious about. I'm not kidding I am deadly serious you step foot in the main house we're gonna have problems" "Okay" I nodded "Good, now from time to time someone may knock on the door. the glass on there is one way you can see out they can't see in, if you ever see someone knocking who isn't me, you don't answer the door. we clear?" "Yes" I nodded

"Good, I would leave you to get comfortable but I've been waiting a good while for you" he smirked opening a draw on the desk and revealing a purple collar and lead with silver heart hardware "And I prefer the.. ice breaking approach" He smirked taking the collar out unlocking it with the key inside the lock and he wrapping it around my neck "There we go, very cute" he smiled locking it around my neck ripping out the key kissing it and attaching it to the chain around his neck then clicking the lead into the collar "Humm shall we then princess?" "Yes sir" I nodded "Aww good girl, you even call and respond" he smirked tugging the lead to pull me off the desk and into the bed he set the end of the lead around the bedpost and climbed on top of me "You are far more beautiful in person then in your cute little pictures," He smirked spreading my legs "Humm very cute" he smirked "Now, the first time with a newbie is always a little nerve-racking" he smirked undoing his jeans and stroking his erection before quickly slipping inside me "fuck! you are perfect, I'm gonna like you" he growled holding my hips wasting no time to thrust hard I did my best just to bite my mouth and do my best to enjoy the pleasure of it he moved fast and hard causing the bed to bang on the wall he suddenly pulled out and turned me onto my stomach pulling up my hips and pushing himself back inside groaning as he did he pulled on the lead of my collar hard as he thrusted until at last he buried himself inside me making sure to get as deep as possible before laying himself on the bed and lighting up a ciggerette "I think I'm gonna keep you pet, your just the perfect little stress reliver" he smirked slapping my ass before he got up.

I had lost track of how long I'd been here but I suppose that's pretty normal in these things, it wasn't a bad life here I was very well cared for and he came to visit every so often not too much but not too little either, ironically this was his office so he did sometimes come in here just to do work at his desk. Which he was doing today but he had pushed me under his desk stroking my collar with his hand as he did some paperwork I nuzzled close to his knee and he happily petted my hair "Good girl" He cooed "You cosy down there?" "Yes sir" "Good, you know I'd be nice and cosy if my pet took care of me?" he smirked "Yes sir" I nodded moving closer undoing his jeans and pulling out his hard erection, I gave his shaft some gentle kisses before taking the tip in my mouth "Ummm good girl pet, but if you're gonna do it do all of it" he demanded forcing my head down further I did my best not to choak but worked as he demanded moving to his base sucking and moving my head back and forth listening to him groan above me but as he got close I heard something a door he immediately tensed up, "Ughhhh- Hi Talulah!" Immediately I stopped rather confused "What uhh What is it darling?" "I just thought I'd come to visit you in your lovely office" "Aww that's very sweet darling," He cooed leaning on his desk "But the reason I don't let you in here is because you distract me too much" "Would I?"

"Of course, you always distract me too much" He cooed to her I tried to move back but he held my collar so I couldn't move away forcing me to keep moving, I did my best to stay quiet. I moved a little to glance up looking around the desk seeing this woman sitting on the desk she and Thomas kissing intensely his hand up to grope her breast through her shirt "Go on darling, I'll see you later" he winked to her "Right see you later" she smiled heading out and shutting the door "Umm good girl nice and quiet" He smirked pulling me up and into his lap "Come on she'll call me back to the main house in half an hour, so I need my little pet" He smirked grabbing my hips and forcing me on the desk.