#painful for my second-hand embarrassment issues but we made it

[lesbiancosmicowl]

We're both on a journey here, it just turns out you're a little bit farther along than I am. ↳ Carla Connor & Lisa Swain + Carla's love confession

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ mine | tommy hewitt x reader

♡ fandoms; texas chainsaw massacre remake/ the beginning

♡ characters; thomas hewitt

♡ reader; AFAB body description, second person POV

♡ cw; graphic sexual content, implied voyeurism, breeding kink, light daddy kink (just calling him daddy? wasn’t sure what to tag that )

♡notes; i feel the need to apologize for this one lmao. i didn’t intend for this to see the light of day but i felt we needed more smut around here and this was already sittin in my personal folder

i don’t know that I’ve ever posted detailed smut anywhere before? so lmk how i did, i still haven’t even asked to get my friend to beta read so I’m sure There’s Issues.

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“Oh fuck, baby,” You sighed softly, letting your head roll to the side as you ground on Thomas’ thigh - the mountain of a man pushing his leg up with a huff. Luda-Mae, Monty, and Hoyt had taken a rare trip to their cousins’ place upstate, and left Thomas and yourself in a…sticky situation.

It had already become a war of attrition with you living there, each of you testing the other’s boundaries as you tried desperately not to cross the line. Thomas was allegedly a good, Bible-following boy- and you a shy little virgin . But god, something about Thomas just made you crazy. You needed him- and you’d gotten so shameless that you’d let him do just about anything to you.

That’s what landed you there, trying to entice Thomas and only ending up a squeaky mess as you rode his thigh. He was steadfast for a man years pent up- seeming to find great pleasure in making you unravel without cracking himself. Of course, you had no idea of the hours he spent fucking into his own hand as he imagined you around him, stealing your panties from the laundry bin and palming himself to the sight of you splayed out sunbathing in the yard. Even now you seemed too hazy to notice his cock straining against his trousers, or his fingers dug into the couch to prevent himself from touching your body. The way he trembled as he felt you making a mess on him, the only thing between your slick cunt and his leg your already soaked lacy panties…

His laser focus was broken by something entirely unexpected. You whimpered and hid your face against his chest, mumbling “Daddy- please—“

He wasn’t sure if it was the phrase,the tone, or both that finally broke his resolve- but either way he pinned you against the floral sofa forcefully, snarling like an animal.

“T-tommy- what- I’m sorry—?” You squeaked, seeming utterly confused. Did you even know what you’d said to him?

He growled and quickly signed ‘Again’. You blinked, perplexed look quickly replaced with embarrassment. You whined and tried to hide your face but he snarled again and made you look at him. ‘Again. Now.’

“…daddy. Please. Please I need you. Please—“ You begged, panting weakly as you writhed uncomfortably and unsated.

He rutted against you quickly, moving and kissing your neck sloppily. “Mine,” He rasped quietly, a rare sound even for his partner “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

“Oh my god Tommy- please- I need you to give it to me- I wanna feel you inside-“

He made quick work of his belt, pushing your dress up carelessly and making just as quick a job out of ripping your undies clean apart.

You yelped but replaced the complaint with a blissed out, shuddering whine as he finally rubbed against your bare pussy. “Oh fuck…please- put it in-“

He grunted and pushed your legs back, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours as you felt his weight pressed against you. Even in this moment, he tried his damndest to be gentle, looking your face over for the slightest bit of fear or apprehension. “Tommy, please. Fuck me.” You whimpered out softly.

He pushed in carefully , having to stop only halfway in as you squeezed around him. He was huge, long and girthy and a painful stretch even with you relaxed. He gave a grunt and nuzzled you, hips twitching as he reached between you. Clumsily, roughly, he found your clit and slowly rubbed, purring in approval as you mewled out his name.

He was able to jerk his hips and finally bottomed out with a low groan, face buried in your neck. He held still, taking a ragged breath to try to regain control- but you didn’t want control. You needed him to lose it completely.

“Daddy, please. I want you to fuck a baby into me,” You murmured, letting a desperate whine leak into your voice. It was a bit of a long shot- but he was so possessive. Why wouldn’t he want to breed you?

Thomas’ eyes darkened at the thought and he gave a low noise you could barely classify as he pulled nearly all the way out and snapped his hips, setting a brutal pace.

“Oh god-“ You yelped, bracing yourself on his huge arms as he pounded into you, the entire couch creaking and slamming into the wall at the force. You lost any coherence you had as he again teased your clit, mind blank. You got exactly what you wanted, and it was too much in the best way possible.

You came first- you didn’t know if it was because of his stamina or because even in a frenzy he still needed you to feel just as good. You were almost crying as he continued, overwhelmed and overstimulated - and wrapping your legs around his waist to make sure he didn’t stop for a moment. “Baby please- inside- I want you to finish inside-“ You mewled out in your haze- but damn if you didn’t mean it.

That was all it took, unsurprisingly, for him to thrust one last time and fill you with a snarl. He peppered your face in soft kisses, giving a heaving sigh as he relaxed. You tried to move but he growled, keeping himself firmly inside of you. You blushed a bit as you saw his intense expression “You ah…you really liked when I asked you to knock me up, huh?”

He nodded, huffing at you.

“…you know we have all night to try again, yeah?”

He grunted and finally relented, pulling out and smirking at the sight of his seed dripping down your thighs.

“Tommy baby? I love you.” You sighed sleepily

He looked up quickly and seemed shocked. Man of few words that he ways- and never having dreamed he’d need to learn the sign, he took your hand and pressed it against his chest. Right above the heart. In your mind, there was no better way he could have said it; he loved you too.

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PAY THE PRICE — 36. an overwhelming realisation

(wc: 2.601 but its worth it TRUST ME..)

it was only around 17:30 when karina, minjeong and you had finally made it back to your apartment complex. even though you initially didn’t plan on purchasing anything, you had returned back bags full of clothing and whatnot as the two had decided to shower you with birthday gifts. of course you had protested, they just didn’t care.

“my legs feel so sore.” you humoured in slight pain, leaning against the the wall of the elevator. “at least we had fun, right?” and minjeong was right. you responded back with a small smile and nod, changing your view to karina who was stuck on her phone. “who are you texting?” you questioned. karina hummed in response, looking up before pushing her phone into her pocket. “no one.” she casually answered back.

with sudden movement, karina had reached forward and tugged the shopping bags out your hands, leaving you barely any time to register it. “i’ll bring these to your room, minjeong has a present for you in her room so you should get off on the third floor with her.” karina suggested, reaching back to grab your purse too. the elevator’s door had opened, leaving you not much choice as karina urged the two of you out before pressing the close button.

you watched the lift go up to the fourth floor and turned to minjeong with a dumbfounded stare. “what was that about?” you mused with a slight laugh. minjeong smiled back at you, nodding her head down the corridor of the third floor. “lets go.” you wondered what both their issues were as minjeong was already walking ahead of you without any other words following.

instead of words, it was you that was following her and you couldn’t help but think there was something off about the silence minjeong remained in. you two reached her door and she turned back to look at you. “i forgot my keys at jaemin’s place, can you get them for me?” she requested with a slight plea, already holding you by the shoulders and pushing you towards jaemin’s door.

again, you were left with no other choice but to comply. jaemin’s room was right next to hers anyways, and you questioned why in the world she couldn’t get it herself. you knocked on his door, and the sound of muffled voices infiltrated your hearing before it went quiet. ‘come in’ was all you heard after, the voice being nothing like jaemin’s distinguishing one. you hesitated, but eventually opened the door to enter jaemin’s dimly lit apartment.

it took you by surprise, the way the dark room had lit up and a chorus of cheers erupted as you entered. your eyes scanned the whole room that had been filled by your 3rd and 4th floor neighbours, all carrying a variant of party decorations. you were even more surprised to see mark and rei, both of them pulling you into the room. “happy birthday (—)!” rei cheered, dragging you to the middle of jaemin’s living room.

at a loss for words, you just gaped at your surroundings, a warmth swelling in your chest. “this wasn’t needed.” you shied away, too embarrassed by all the sudden attention on you. mark, who had found a spot right next to you, threw his arm around your shoulder. “of course this is needed, i’m glad jaemin didn’t listen to your words.” you hadn’t even noticed him slyly slipping a party hat on your head, because something else caught your attention.

“jaemin? this was his idea?” majority confirmed your question, and mark added that ‘both jaemin and karina planned this, they really put effort into it.’ and the surge of emotions you felt as you saw jaemin exit his kitchen with a cake in his grip were enough to almost bring you to tears. he had placed the cake down on the coffee table, carrying a small grin on his face as well as a party hat of his own. his eyes locked with yours a few seconds later.

“(—)! i know you said that you didn’t wanna do anything for your birthday, but i thought it would be nice to spend your first birthday in this apartment with everyone else.. i even invited mark and rei!” jaemin rambled. “i hope you don’t mind.. i also didn’t have time to bake the cake myself so i hope you don’t mind cake from the-”

jaemin almost toppled over from the force you attacked him with. you hugged him with the biggest smile you’ve ever had, almost choking him in the process. “this is so sweet of you jaemin, both you and karina are the best.” you took a step back, placing a hand over your stupidly huge smile. feeling the arms of someone else around your shoulder, you were met with karina who planted a chaste kiss on your cheek. “happy birthday (—), i hope you’re happy today.” it was rare that you’d see karina smile so big, but the smile on her face as she squished you into her for a hug was something you wish you’d see more often.

it was enough to finally bring you tears.

you could hear both mark and who you assumed to be jungwoo, laughing. “no way you’re actually crying.” mark asked in disbelief, though the comforting feeling of his hand rubbing up and down your back showed that it was nothing more than a friendly tease. you really couldn’t help it, and as you pulled away from karina with your eyes filled with tears, you wondered what you had done to gain such friends who’d go out of their way to plan a surprise party for you.

“you’re going to make me cry too.” rei sulked, an endearing smile on her face as she hugged you from the side. jaemin agreed, and if you looked closer, you could see the way his eyes had threatened to gloss a little. he had walked over to you, wrapping his arm around you. “i’m glad you like it, once again happy birthday! and i’m sorry for all the trouble i’ve caused you but i’m glad you’re still sticking with me despite all that.” jaemin also wore an endearing smile on his face.

“this is getting sappy.” jisung cringed from across the room. haewon pushed him aside in return, kissing her teeth at his remark. “let them have their little sentimental moment before we celebrate her birthday.” she muttered warningly. “happy birthday (—)!” isa exclaimed, and a chain reaction of birthday wishes from the rest soon followed after.

“lets cut the cake now.” mark announced right after, already reaching down to the coffee table. jaemin had left your side and rushed to the kitchen to get the utensils as well as paper boards. it gave you time to take a look at the room, it was decorated nicely and everyone was seemingly enjoying their time as they conversed over the soft music playing in the background.

it was too perfect to be to true, though something felt missing. someone was definitely missing.

“we invited him but he said he had other plans, don’t think too much about it.” as if she could read your mind, rei who was still beside you reassured you with a rub to your shoulder. your head turned to her, surprised that she could tell that you were specifically looking for him. you nodded in acceptance. she was right, after all, today was about you, donghyuck shouldn’t be a thought when you were surrounded by all the people you loved.

but it wasn’t that easy, and every now and then, your mind would wander to donghyuck’s whereabouts, as well as his words. he said he would remember your birthday, and all you could wonder for the remainder of the night was how much truth those words really held.

“so i just knock on her door and give her this and the letter?” jaehyun repeated in confirmation, and donghyuck nodded. “just wish her a happy birthday. you can improvise the rest.” donghyuck instructed while he stood in front of jaehyun, grabbing onto his hand before sliding an envelope into it. “tell her to not read it until you’re gone.”

“and do you want me to tell her this is your doing?” jaehyun asked as he started to step towards the door. donghyuck thought about it for a while, before shrugging. “only if she asks.” the response made jaehyun laugh, who’s hand was now on the door handle. “she’s not gonna believe her eyes.” donghyuck claimed with a grin, checking the time on his phone. “i think she came back upstairs like twenty minutes ago, you can go now.” haechan walked over towards jaehyun before patting him on the back. it was their last interaction before jaehyun exited the door and turned to stand right in front of yours.

in those twenty minutes in your room, you had time to come down from the high you were on. you had checked your phone to see if donghyuck had texted you anything, the time already nearing 11 pm, but there was nothing, and you’re not sure if you expected it or are disappointed because you didn’t.

a knock on your door was what broke your train of thoughts, and your first thought was that it must be one of your neighbours. your second thought was unfortunately donghyuck, and it was probably that assumption that made you rush to your front door, heart beating in what you sadly can only assume was excitement.

it wasn’t donghyuck, though you wished it was him even more now. you could feel your stomach drop as you stood face to face with none other than jaehyun himself, the guy carrying a soft smile which displayed his dimples. your heart went from not beating at all, to beating erratically, your breath being anything but regular. were you perhaps dreaming? “you’re (—) right?”

so you were not dreaming. the realisation caused panic to form in your body, your eyes widened in the process. “you’re kidding me..” you muttered. jaehyun found it quite humorous and chuckled at your state. “i heard a lot of nice things about you from mark. its nice to finally meet you.” jaehyun’s words caused your breath to hitch. there was no way jaehyun was right in front of you.

“i’m dreaming right?” you whispered in disbelief which made jaehyun smile. “haechan guessed that you’d say something like that. since it’s your birthday, i’m here with a signed EP, as well as a special envelope that you can only open once you’re inside. i hope you enjoyed your birthday and i hope mark or haechan bring you with them to my next concert, you seem like a sweet person. it was nice meeting you (—).”

it was truly too much to comprehend. you knew that the possibility of meeting jaehyun wasn’t slim due to your connection with both mark and donghyuck, but with their persistent refusals, it was merely a wish, not something you actually expected to become reality. and as jaehyun’s words sunk in, the mention of donghyuck’s name finally caught onto your ears, a subconscious smile forming in your face from it.

“thank you so much.. seriously.” you sheepishly thanked him and jaehyun nodded, taking a step back before his hand motioned into a small wave. “its nothing, i hope you enjoy the rest of your night, happy birthday.” jaehyun bid his farewells before he turned around, leaving you inside your apartment, still not grasping the unreal experience.

you closed the door to your apartment and looked down and the items in your hands. you placed the EP carefully down before opening the envelope. the whole day was full of surprises and you were once again filled with surprise as you pulled out a small paper sheet, containing a hand written letter. the hand writing reminded you of a familiar one that you had seen before. your eyes raked over the words that donghyuck had written to you, a stupid grin stuck on your face as you did so. you weren’t even aware of how hot your body had started to feel, or how your stomach had started to tingle at the stupid words he wrote.

your feet carried you on its own and you exited your apartment with urgent steps. your hand had reached up to knock on donghyuck’s door, and as if he could sense your presence, it had opened after the second knock.

you remember the first time you met donghyuck. he wore a simple white shirt and black shorts as well as his black framed glasses, sporting copper brown hair as he opened the door for you. you remember the resentment you felt when despite his good looks, he was an asshole to you at that time.

now, stood in front of you with the same identical attire he wore that night, you felt nothing but butterflies growing in your stomach as donghyuck looked at you with a smile you could only describe as fondness. “happy birthday sweetheart, did you like my present?” you couldn’t even be annoyed at the teasing tone in his voice, or the use of that nickname you had started to grow fond of.

all you could do was lean forward and wrap your arms around him without any warning. donghyuck stumbled back, taken aback by the sudden affection but quickly reciprocated by wrapping his own arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. and if your heart wasn’t beating like crazy itself, you’d be able to feel the way donghyuck’s heartbeat matched yours perfectly.

“what’s this about?” donghyuck chuckled, remaining his hold on you. you removed yourself from the crook of his neck and took a step back, though donghyuck’s arms remained around your waist to keep you close. you had to physically hold your smile back, not wanting to go overboard. “thank you… that was really nice of you.” you whispered, too scared that your emotions would be overwhelming if you spoke any louder.

donghyuck shrugged, looking at you in amusement. “its nothing. you said you wanted to meet him so here we are.” it felt like the more he spoke, the more your body tingled and heated up. you didn’t even know how to respond back to what he said, which allowed him to continue his words. “now that you met him, does that mean you’ll finally get over this crush you have on him?”

his words were meant to be a joke, simply referencing your previous conversation. but as you continued to stare at him, taking in just how… beautiful he looked up close like this as well as the way your heart wouldn’t stop beating, there was already an answer going through your head.

you think you already have.

your brain wasn’t in the right place, and your body moved before your thoughts did. you leaned closer to him and without much thought, placed your lips on donghyuck’s. it was nothing more than a peck because your mind had registered what you had done. you’re not quite sure why you did it, maybe it was because of the overwhelming excitement you felt, or the gratitude you had, or maybe it was the fact that he had been eyeing your lips for the past five seconds leading up to that.

your excuses didn’t matter, because just as you pulled away, donghyuck pulled you right back in himself, kissing you in the halls of the 4th floor with his hand on your jaw, so soft and delicate that you thought you were dreaming.

you had definitely gotten over jaehyun.

bonus! (haechan’s love letter draft)

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who else decodes you? (modern!aegon targaryen x reader)

cw: alcoholism, eating disorder, reader wants to fix aegon, aegon is pathetic, but i love him

a/n: i am finally writing fics again! another malachy and another aegon fic coming up, but i think i'll continue writing for daemon bc i miss him.

Targaryens were very strange. Well, I was only friends with Helaena, but being her friend also meant spending time with her family, as much as I didn't want to. She always invites me to their dinners and movie nights, so naturally, her brothers were also there. Their mother was always warm and welcoming, Alicent wasn't the issue, at least not to me. Nor was Aemond. He ignored me most of the time, which I had no problem with.

Whenever I stayed over, Aegon always found a way to bother me. When we watch a movie, he keeps tugging on my hair, or touching my neck in a very annoying way, I slapped his hand once and caused all of the attention to focus on us, which was so embarrassing  I immediately went home.

When I started dating my first and only boyfriend he somehow found out and mocked me until Helaena started yelling. She never does that.

Aegon was walking down the hallway when he saw me and Haelena sitting on her bed, with an open door, so he took that as his invite after hearing our conversation. He peeked from the door. "He's only waiting the right time. To fuck you, I mean."

My cheeks started burning. "Are you jealous?" I had no better answer to his remark.

"How could I be?" He grinned, ready for me to bite back, but when I didn't, he just giggled, "You'll just feel used after he's done with you."

Then Helaena snapped and kicked him out, cursing, which was the funniest thing, I couldn't even feel bad.

It turned out he was right, but not the way he thought. I couldn't stop thinking about his words, so I broke up with that guy. And then I found out he started dating someone, only to fuck her then leave her. Almost the whole school was talking about it, so he saved me from that humiliation. I was never going to admit it, though.

He was the strangest and most rebellious from the three of them. Aegon was drinking. Aegon was fucking. Aegon smoked and went to parties he was not supposed to. Actually, he was just harming himself, but nobody wanted to see that. It was like everybody turned their heads when it came to him, but it wasn't my place to comment on it.

He occupied my mind more than I'd like to admit. With all his unnecessary comments and devilish grins, Aegon got under my skin. 

Helaena once accidentally left her charger at my house and asked me to bring it to her. I had nothing to do, so I immediately went to her. What I didn't know was that nobody was home.

Well except for, obviously, Aegon.

I knocked once, then twice, but when no one opened I just entered. The house was empty. Or so I thought for the first few seconds. Until I heard muffled sobbing.

My whole body went rigid. I was invading someone's privacy at that very moment and I needed to go back home, but I couldn't. I knew the cries were coming from Aegon and it made everything worse. 

I went upstairs, dragging my feet towards his room. I didn't have to do anything. I could just go back and pretend I didn't hear anything. He was probably waiting to be alone, to have a moment to break down and I was ruining it.

"Aegon?" I thought he was going to be startled, yell at me to go away, but he didn't even acknowledge my presence. He was on the floor of his room, covered in vomit and spit, probably, with an empty bottle of god knows what. I wanted to cry.

His mouth was half opened, face relaxed for a second, then it became painful again, new set of tears coming through. I kneeled beside, holding his shoulders, "Aegon, can you hear me?" I wasn't panicking because it would do more harm than good. I gently pushed away his sweaty hair. 

I didn't know what was happening but I was going to help him before someone could see him like this. It was obvious that he did stuff like that when no one was near.

I ran to the bathroom first and took some towels, then to the kitchen for a glass of water. I somewhat had experience with things like this.

It was the middle of the day and he was wasted. 

I went to him and took his head into my lap while I cleaned away the vomit.

"I'm sorry." He turned his head away from me.

"It's okay," I whispered, "But please cooperate. You need to get into the shower." Aegon said nothing, but let me continue cleaning his face and neck.

"Come on, let me take off your shirt, Aegon please."

I somehow got him out of his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. He was so beautiful, and it hurt me to watch him like that. What a pretty, broken creature. He had tattoos over his arms and ribs that were much more prominent than last summer. We went to the pool together with Helaena and Aemond and I couldn't help but notice that change.

We managed to get into the bathroom and I dragged him under the shower, letting cold water shock him. His hair was soaking wet, I took another towel and tried to dry him as much as I could.

My heart was racing, he was completely depending on me in that moment and I was so scared someone was going to see us. 

We were in his room once again, Aegon on his bed, under the covers. I quickly cleaned his room, got rid of the dirty clothes and towels I used and hid the bottle. I sat beside him.

"Aegon, you need to eat something." 

"No."

"I'm afraid you have no control over that now." 

"No...don't want to..." 

"I will feed you if you don't do it yourself and I'll tell Aemond." His eyes immediately opened. 

"You wouldn't dare," he mumbled.

"I would." 

I brought him some leftover pizza from the fridge and he ate it, barely moving his jaw, he was almost unconscious. He drank some more water and finally closed his eyes, drifting away. I stroked his hair once more and then left after Sunfyre came into his room.

When I got home, a text from Haelena appeared on my screen.

Sorry for leaving my stuff, won't happen again (I think) <3

I smiled and answered her, because I knew it was going to happen but then one more message came.

Aegon says thank you

Don't know what for though 

I was realived that she didn't know about my little moment with Aegon. I wanted to keep that between us. He wasn't going to remember any of it tomorrow and I couldn't say I was glad.

A month later, Aegon moved out. He still visited home and stayed some nights, mostly when he went out. It set an alarm in my head, now that he was completely alone, he could do what he wanted as much as he wanted. It scared me.

When I started going out I started seeing him more, which didn't help. I couldn't stop thinking about the day I saw him almost poisoned, he let me take care of him in that vulnerable state. It had to mean something, right? Or nothing. He was drugged, nothing more.

When I was with my friends, sipping on my wine, trying to stay as sober as I could, I saw Aegon at the table across from us with some of his stupid friends and a girl on his lap, eating his face. He was hard to miss, with his almost white hair and eyes so blue they were practically violet. I spilled some wine on my golden shirt, but didn't care at the moment.

He stopped for a second to take a shot and then continued kissing her. I didn't know how he could drink after being so sick from alcohol that day. 

I watched him—No— I stared and all of my friends noticed, but to make everything worse, Aegon opened his eyes mid make out session with that girl and locked his gaze with mine. My stomach made a turn. The girl he was kissing didn't notice that his attention was on me. His eyes were intense, but his intention unclear, at least to me. I felt bad for the girl immediately so I broke eye contact.

She wasn't there when he needed someone. I was. Poisonous words.

One of my friends gripped my forearm, "What was that ?" 

"What was what?" I asked, my vision becoming hazy. I took the wine glass and quite literally shoved the rest of alcohol down my throat. And almost threw up.

"You, eye-fucking Aegon Targaryen from across the room?"

"I wasn't." My face was hot. Red wine. From red wine, yes.

"Oh, really?" She pulled out her phone with a photo, of me staring at something, someone, you couldn't see clearly who on the picture, but she was right. "Oh, my god! Delete that. GET RID OF IT!" I was eye-fucking Aegon!

"Told you!" She shouted over the music. 

I laughed. Then giggled. I couldn't believe. Then ordered another drink, until I couldn't see Aegon anymore. I was convinced that my mind would think more clearly without alcohol clouding it. I never ever thought about him like that. 

It was red wine, I thought. 

It wasn't red wine. The next day I couldn't stop thinking about him. I kept replaying the moment he turned his gaze towards me. The goosebumps, the pressure in my stomach and heat I felt throughout my whole body. 

Helaena asked me to hang out later that day. I obviously said yes because I adore her, but an unsettling feeling came and I knew exactly why. Aegon was probably going to be there, even though he had his own place.

I entered their house and everything was silent. I went to Helaena's room that was plastered with posters of bugs and pretty stones and her crazy drawings. She was reading a book and smiled when I came in.

"Where is everyone?"

"Mother is at work, Aemond at the library and Aegon is sleeping. He drank too much last night. As usual." She said that like it's no big deal. It bothered me. It bothered me that I cared enough to ask her about it.

"And none of you have a problem with that? I mean if I drank as much as him, my mother would actually kill me." I laughed so it wouldn't sound suspicious.

 "Well...No, not really. At the end of the day, It's just Aegon." I nodded, like I was agreeing with her, but that was far from the truth. We changed the topic but my mind always kept coming back to him. I couldn't stop.

"I'm just going to the bathroom," I said and left her room, I needed a splash of cold water on my face.

But instead of going directly to the bathroom, my eyes turned towards Aegon's room. The door was open, so I could clearly see him really sleeping on his bed, wearing a green hoodie, looking almost angelic. His hair was all over his forehead, his lashes gently touching his cheeks and he was hugging one of his pillows, comfortably snuggled. I wanted to stare at him for the next five hours but that just was not possible. Sunfyre ran into his room and jumped beside him. 

Aegon's eyes fluttered and my heart stopped, I thought I was going to get caught, but I wasn't doing anything wrong. Not really. He frowned as he slowly opened his eyes and I couldn't move. His frown turned into self-satisfied smile but he just turned to the other side and continued sleeping. He didn't see me. 

Did he?

I quickly went back to Helaena's room, trying not to think about Aegon's perfect face, his soft hair and lips or the last night's encounter. Impossible.

She asked me to sleep over and I agreed after calling my mom. I wasn't too tired, since I slept good part of the day. We talked, ordered food, watched a rom-com. It was fun.

Haelena fell asleep and I went downstairs to clean the dishes, trying not to wake up anyone, it was almost three in the morning.

While I washed our cups I felt someone's presence behind me.

I turned my head. "Hello, Aegon. Why are you up so late?"

"I just woke up." His eyes were heavy, his words slow. Hungover, still in his green hoodie, hair messy.

"Well, are you hungry? There is some food left, Helaena and I-"

"Why do you act as if I'm a child?" He frowned. "I can eat if I'm hungry." He snapped suddenly at me.

I sighed, leaving rest of the dishes in the sink. I turned to face him.

"But you're not going to, am I right?" He said nothing.

"Aren't you hot in that?" I nodded towards his hoodie. I was in a top and low-rise shorts and I was still sweating like crazy.

"I can take it off if you want, mother." I couldn't breathe. I recognized mockery behind his words, it came to me like a slap. I knew that I was mothering him and he knew that too, which made everything even more embarrassing.

"No, thank you, I've already seen too much." I meant that as a lighthearted joke but his whole face darkened. Aegon's shoulders slouched and went stiff. He was silent.

"I didn't ask you to be there. I didn't ask for your help."

"Aegon, no, I didn't mean it like that. I could've walked out and then what?" I whispered at him, angry that he's not reading my emotions right. "Helaena calls me and tells me you're dead? That you choked on your own vomit?"

"Stop being dramatic, stop it. None of you understand, so quit trying to act as if you do. It's pathetic."

"Tell me one thing," I got closer, "When was the last time your own mother cared enough to even wonder what is happening with her son?" 

Aegon wasn't even offended by my statement. "Oh, okay, so you noticed. It was that obvious." He shook his head. I hated our conversation, but I also felt some kind of thrill when speaking to him like that. I wanted to know more.

"When did you start drinking? It seemed like you had a fair share of wine and...other things last night." He was changing the subject and I was glad.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Aegon."

"Well, then, you should come to my place sometime. I have a wine collection we could try out." 

My face heated, but then I remembered that he obviously has a problem. And I can't use him like that, no matter how much I wanted to get wasted with him and see where would that take us.

"Thanks for the invite, but I'll pass." Before I walked out of the room, I turned to face him once again, "And try not to make a mess again." I wanted to beg him to stop hurting himself but I was nothing to him, not even a friend, so I had no right to tell him what to do to his body.

"Not promising anything."

I was getting ready to go out, putting on red lipstick, mascara, some glitter over my arms and chest. 

I wore leather mini skirt and a black top that matched perfectly. I wish I thought about anything other than the fact that Aegon's apartment was so close to the club we were going to. What if— No. 

I had to stop myself from finishing that thought but I suddenly wanted to be near him, as near as possible.

I had a few drinks. Maybe more than few. Because you should either go big or go home. And I always followed that rule. I wanted Aegon to be there, my eyes were searching for him everywhere, until my head started spinning, that good, freeing feeling kicking in. I was brave enough now. I could do whatever I wanted.

"Should I take away your phone?" One of my friends shouted over the music.

"I'll behave. Promise." I smiled to myself, an idea already forming in my head. "I'm going to the bathroom, It'll be quick." They just nodded and I went in, sharp white lights blinding me. Everything was too bright, too loud. It was funny. I smiled to myself.

Some girls were inside too, but I didn't bother looking at them. I took out my phone, grinning, and found Aegon's contact.

Helllllllooooiiiiooooo

I didn't expect him to reply to me at all, but my heart did a jump when he replied. We never texted before.

hello? 

My fingers were almost numb and I genuinely had no idea what I was sending him.

AREE YOU BORRED?

certainly not now. u drunk?

I called him and he immediately picked up.

"Aegggoooonnnn?"

"What the fuck..." I guess he was just surprised. I laughed at him and when I gathered myself, I wanted to hang up because I genuinely had nothing to say to him, at least nothing that made any sense. But the reckless part of my brain won.

"Can I come over?" I grinned, he could not see it tho.

He was silent for a while. "Alone?" 

The girls in the bathroom giggled. 

"Yes, alone, you whore."

"I do live close, but you, my girl, are hammered."

"Oh my god, you said 'my girl'."

"It was just an expression."

"No it was not. Come pick me up, please. I helped you once, you should help me too!"

"And what do you suppose we do at my place? You can barely speak properly."

Oh, I did not want to say it. But he knew, And I also knew. 

"Nevermind, I'll call a cab."

"You don't know the adress."

I laughed again and hung up. I knew the adress, Helaena told me.

One of the girls in the bathroom looked at me, smiling, "Was that your boyfriend?"

"Hell, no." 

"So you just plan on hooking up with him, drunk? Do you think he'll want that?"

"To take advantage of my fragile and vulnerable state when I'm clearly not thinking right? Yeah. He can't wait."

"Be careful, I heard it's painful when you're drunk."

That was SO funny. So I cracked up. "If you saw him, you wouldn't think that." I had to stop talking, half of them probably knew Aegon, or fucked Aegon! 

I ditched my friends, that was not the right move, but I texted them my location and that everything is fine.

My feet were hurting but I hardly felt it. Cold night air was a nice change, I thought I might suffocate from the cigarette smoke. 

I called the cab and in five minutes I was in front of Aegon's door. 

Thank god I had one more drink before heading out, I couldn't be sober now. I was much braver, and let's hope Aegon lacked morals like I thought.

I knocked and waited, I was completely sure I heard his footsteps and then door opened. It took everything in me not to jump on him in that moment because I never saw him look so... comfortable.

His hair was a bit shorter, disheveled and Aegon's face seemed so soft. "Hi." I smiled and reached for his face, but his hand stopped me. His hand...

Yeah, I was too drunk.

He let me in and I jumped on his couch. I had no capacity of looking around. Everything was spinning. I sat on it, staring at his ceiling.

He was standing over me and he looked pretty pissed off.

"Why are you here?"

"I missed you!"

"Stop with the nonsense or I'm kicking you out."

"It's not nonsense! How dare you?" I laughed, "Have I ever told you how pretty you are?"

He started mumbling to himself and walked away, only to be back with a huge glass of water.

"Nooooo! You're so boring! Aren't you the one who wants to fuck every living, breathing woman."

"Yes, I am. Now drink this."

"Oh, I know. You spiked it." I laughed again. Everything was really funny.

"What the fuck? No, actually, you're not right in the head now. It's fucking water. You need to sober up."

"Why? I though you'd fuck anyone."

"So that's why you're here...Yeah, no."

"What? Am I that despicable? You want anyone, just not me? Really nice."

"I want...I want you to fucking drink this. And start sobering up. Then tell me what you want."

"Oh, you'll see." I took the glass from his hand and gulped it down. He brought me some food and I started eating like a starved animal.

"Aren't you going to join me?"

"No." 

"I actually never saw you eat in the last year and a half." It was an accusation.

"Why are you so obsessed with me and eating? You need to relax."

"Aegon." I glared at him. He said nothing.

"I know what's going on and you have to quit it. I've seen you shirtless. It's scary. Plus the drinking—"

"What do you want? To save me somehow? Fix me?"

"Yes. I helped myself, I'm going to help you."

"I don't want that."

"Bullshit. Aegon, you're ruining your life. You don't eat enough and drink more than I do. That's concerning."

"Are you sober yet?"

"Yes," I lied. I still felt dizzy and brave enough to continue fighting with him.

"What will Helaena think?"

"About what?"

"Me fucking you when you're obviously still drunk and lying to me. Also, you can try to fix me and don't get mad if you fail."

It was like a dream come true. He gave me a permission and that I've always secretly wanted.

"Which one first? Do we fuck or do I try to fix you, as you say?"

"Surprise me."

I congratulated myself for wearing an outfit that was so easy to take off. Now I was standing in front of him in my underwear and he was as serious as ever.

I took a handful of his t-shirt and tugged on it, trying to take it off. He finally let me do it and then I pushed him backwards on his couch. I sat on his lap, straddling him and for a moment I just stared with the biggest grin. "You have no idea for how long I wanted this."

"And you needed to get drunk to actually do it?"

"You're intimidating." I bowed down and kissed him on the cheek, then on the neck, throat and I did it slowly, it was torture for both of us.

I finally reached his lips and I let myself feel his breath for a moment, before pressing my mouth to his. We moved in sync with each other, but I was desperate for more of him. 

"You should've been the one to ruin me. I wouldn't have regretted it."

Aegon closed his eyes as my hand went down his sweatpants, feeling him grow harder and harder with each passing second. But then he turned his face away from me.

"Please get off." Okay, I can't say that it didn't hurt. Especially coming from him. I sat beside him, trying to recover myself from the sudden emotions.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine, I just can't do it with you. Not yet. Sorry."

"Is that improvement I hear? Not being with a wasted girl?" I joked and thankfully he smiled. I smiled back.

"Go shower, you drunk. You reek of alcohol."

"You sound just like my fatheeeer." He basically pulled me into the bathroom and got out so that I could clean up. Aegon even left me his green hoodie, that green hoodie, but I didn't want to wear it.

"Aegon!" I was really feeling better, I felt like I could finally think clearly.

"Yes?" I heard his voice behind the door.

"It's okay, you can come in." I had a towel around me and as soon as he stepped in, his eyes shamelessly went over me, I hid my smile.

Aegon cleared his throat, "What is it?"

"Can you get me another?" I picked up the green hoodie and gave it to him.

"What's wrong with this one?"

I crossed my hands nervously. Yes, I was totally sober. "I want you to wear it." He looked taken aback by my request. It was a strange one, indeed, but at least there was a chance he's going to fulfill my wishes.

"But...You know what? Nevermind. I'll wear it."

He was so beautiful and he actually looked rested. I was sure he had been drinking, but there was no alcohol in sight. His whole apartment was mostly empty, but clean. I didn't know this side of Aegon existed. Then, he lied about his wine collection.

I followed him into his bedroom and he turned on the lights. Again, empty, no pictures, no decorations, just plain white walls and king-size bed. He opened his closet and threw another hoodie at me, while I was still in a towel. I took my underwear, at least, I was decent like that.

He didn't bother asking me to let him change, he just took off his shirt, revealing his bare torso and the tattoos I loved so much, but had no idea what they meant. He was scarred from the inside and it was starting to show but I said I won't let that happen.

"You quit drinking?" My eyes were on his face now, he was completely dressed.

"I am trying," he was staring at the floor, "How'd you know?"

"I had a feeling." He was a lot calmer, he didn't look so tired and there were no bottles in sight. It seemed like moving out was his best decision yet. I didn't know what triggered his urges, but I was glad he was on his own now.

I put on the clothes he gave me and we went back into his living room. We sat beside each other.

"About earlier..." He started.

"I should apologize, I shouldn't have drank that much and you shouldn't have seen it."

"I am glad it was me and not someone else. But I'm sorry I disappointed you."

"What? How?" I frowned, genuenly confused if he was still talking about the same thing.

"I backed out in the last second. I'll make it up to you, I swear."

"Aegon. I was drunk and out of my mind. I wouldn't have regretted it, but...I want to do it again, when I can remember everything clearly. If you want it too, that is."

He looked at me like a lost puppy and it broke my heart, I didn't know the details about his habits, or his friends that were clearly effecting his life in all the worst ways. All of that made him think that everything is his fault and that he deserved no better.

"Are you nuts? Of course I want to. It's like my most bizarre dream, you, drunk throwing yourself at me—"

"Oh, I wasn't—" Yeah, I was.

"You were, darling, and I rejected you. What a dumb cunt."

I laughed and felt comfortable for the first time with him, because there was no one else who could judge and interrupt. 

It was almost 5AM and my eyes felt so heavy I couldn't keep them open anymore.

"You should take me on a proper date, Aegon." I unconsciously rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes finally. It was too good to be true.

"And ruin my reputation? Yes, I think I should."

Sleep came over me and I felt Aegon shift under my body, until I was laying on top of him, my head on his chest. He was stroking my hair.

[rubykgrant]

(Segment of my story, How It Feels, with Jon and Martin recovering at Daisy's cabin after leaving London, and before the Eye Apocalypse happens. This in particular focuses on Martin, how he's changed since being in the Lonely, and how he is also still himself. This involves tooth loss and feelings of depression/disassociation, but isn't gory, and leans more toward being comforting. Inspired by the art of @lonelyslutavatar ~)

Jon is quite proud of himself for responding to Martin in a very calm manner, instead of rushing in and assuming the worst.

The calm quickly shatters when he sees Martin standing in the bathroom, face a mix of embarrassed and worried, holding two teeth in the palm of his hand.

Several teeth-related horror stories from past statements flash into Jon’s mind (the apple, a few dozen about some sort of “evil tooth fairy” that were probably not real but still upsetting, and several connected to the Flesh and the Hunt). Jon nearly starts to panic as well, but somehow he composes himself, and moves slowly, helping Martin sit down on the lid of the toilet, and begins trying to figure this out.

Martin has some pain in his jaw, but nothing feels “broken”, and there isn’t any blood. The teeth look “fine”, except for the fact that they aren’t where they should be. Jon asks Martin to open his mouth, and it doesn’t appear as if anything is infected or irritated. To be thorough, Jon runs to get a small torch.

“I’m VERY close to freaking out! Just so you know!” Martin says, loudly.

“Yes, I’m- I’m sorry, I’ll be there in a-”

“ANOTHER ONE JUST CAME LOOSE!” Martin is able to spit it out before yelling the news to Jon. He does NOT want to swallow any of his teeth.

“I’M COMING BACK! HERE! HERE I AM!” Jon stumbles to a stop at the small door, and walks back in carefully.

This time, Martin opens his mouth WIDE, and Jon shines the little light to see properly.

“Oh,” Jon says after a moment.

“Oh? Oh, WHA?” Martin asks, making sure his mouth doesn’t close.

“Oh, um… I sort of see the- er, the issue?” Jon answers, without actually giving Martin a real answer.

“Wha ih ih?” What is it?

“Well, I can see the empty areas, where your teeth were, and… it looks like something is, er- pushing them out?” Jon elaborates. Martin finds this description unhelpful and worrisome.

“UH HUH UH AH EEE?!” The fuck does that mean?! Good God, what was in his mouth?

“Sorry! There are NEW teeth coming in! Like- like when we lose our baby teeth, and-”

“I AREHEE AH I AHEE HEE! HOW OOH I HAH OR!?” Martin demands, and after a brief second of trying to translate it in his head, Jon realizes Martin has just said- “I already lost my baby teeth! How do I have more!?”.

“Uhh…” before Jon can say anything else, two more teeth fall out, helped by Martin’s attempts to talk. These were from his top row, on the left side. They completely leave Martin’s mouth, and land in his lap. Martin groans, irritated. Jon tries to speak again, before something else distracts him. “If- I had to guess, which is all I’m doing, I’m sorry, this- this might be like your OWN spooky puberty?”

Martin groans again, giving Jon a glare.

“You were working with- hell I’m just saying his name, Peter, you were working with Peter for a while, and before that you were working at the Institute. That changed all of us, a little bit, but Peter really pushed you along, and… what finally made me change and become something more than just human was- I died. Sort of. When I was in that coma, I was pretty close to being dead, but then I came back. You were… you were almost ready to fade away when I finally found you, and then you came back. I think you might have become something more than just human,” Jon pauses a moment, to let Martin have a chance to understand what he’s saying… and because another tooth falls out. “And we saw what happens to ME when I don't feed on any statements, so… you haven’t been doing anything at all when it comes feeding what you are connected to,”

Jon places his hand on Martin’s cheek and turns off the torch, letting Martin know he can close his mouth again. Martin does so, and then immediately gives an angry huff, spitting still another tooth into his hand. He gathers up the rest in his lap, so he’s holding all of them together.

“What the hell. The isn’t FAIR. Your- your eyeballs didn’t fall out when YOU changed! And why my TEETH?! Am I supposed to start eating people? Peter didn’t even do that!” Martin blinks a few times, uncertain. “I mean, I never SAW him to that…”

“This might not be so LITERAL. I doubt this is a sign you need to actually eat anybody-”

“Pff, whatever, you don’t KNOW…” Martin scoffs.

“What I mean is- sometimes when people like us change, it isn’t always straight-forward. This might be more… like it symbolically represents the way loneliness can, er- consume you? Eat you up?” Jon is leaning back against the wall opposite Martin, arms crossed anxiously. He hunches his shoulders up, as if to shrug in a way that asks for approval.

Martin does not exactly “approve”, but unfortunately, he’s beginning to see that Jon may have a point. He also remembers that nightmare he had, as if it had been some kind of “punishment” for rejecting the Lonely. The fact that Martin can now remember Peter purposefully pulling him into the Lonely to avoid true and permanent death added up as well. Did the Eye punish Jon when he wouldn’t feed it new fear? Yes, he supposes so.

“Wonderful. So my teeth are falling out as a METAPHOR. And what am I even supposed to DO about it? Read statements that are relevant to feeling forlorn and isolated?” Martin now feels THREE teeth pop loose. Great. More to add to the collection in his hands.

“Perhaps not…” Jon ventures another guess. “That’s sort of the specific thing I’m stuck doing. And it started even before the coma, remember? So maybe- was there anything you did while working with Peter that might have been related to feeding this particular kind of fear? It might have even been something that seemed almost normal, but the more it happened, the more it had an affect on you, and when you stopped, you felt strange?”

Martin’s first reaction is to just say NO, because he’s in an ornery mood (Why shouldn’t he be moody? His teeth are falling out! He has a right!). Instead, he tries to give Jon’s question some real thought…

When Jon was still in the coma, and Peter first became the “new boss”, Martin had initially tried to take on more responsibility as a way to shield other people from the problems that came from working so closely with… a man like that. The most unnerving part was how pleasant Peter seemed. He often asked Martin to come along as his personal assistant when he went on various errands; some were clearly for meeting with other unusual people part of the whole Fear situation, while others were part of the more normal side of business for the Magnus Institute.

These people, in either situation, would usually not even acknowledge Martin at all until Peter made a point to turn to him, ask a question or make a request, and then they’d startle to see there was a WHOLE man there beside Peter. When Martin got more used to it all, he’d speak up on his own, blatantly pointing out when somebody was giving Peter incorrect information or outright lying. In those moments, they were not only surprised that Martin existed, they were suddenly INTIMIDATED by him.

Peter was very amused by this, and proudly complimented Martin on being so “accomplished”.

Yeah, that may have been how this started.

Martin was well practiced at going unnoticed, keeping quiet, fading into the background. That was a good way to keep yourself safe. It was also a good way to be lonely. The shock of suddenly being given attention no doubt fed Peter’s patron Fear plenty of Martin’s own nervous energy… and when Martin did it on purpose, making himself known with an aloof sort of confidence, it caused unease in other people. The Lonely probably loved feeding on all that.

That was the start… but what turned it into a pattern, something that Martin had to continue doing, and also something that he did without thinking about it?

It finally occurs to Martin that what was happening when he first left the Lonely might be a hint; the sleepwalking. That never happened back in London, not exactly. However… very often, when Martin left the hospital after visiting Jon, or took a break in the evening in the middle of working late, he would walk through the city and let his mind wander.

No, that was putting it mildly. He’d feel a growing disconnect from his own feelings and thoughts, and whatever remained gave him a sense of bored contempt, if anything.

He blended into the crowds, but still wasn’t “part” of it all. Martin remained separate, even in the shared experience of riding the bus or waiting for a light to change.

Occasionally he would pop into a store and use the self check-out lane, or even a bar with no intention to mingle or drink, and he would go unnoticed.

All around him, he would see people talking to each other, or chatting on calls, crying over break-ups, getting into arguments, lying about what they were doing, waiting to meet somebody who wasn’t coming, staring at displays in stores of things they longed to buy but couldn’t afford, getting frustrated after searching for a job all day, trying to be funny for friends or deal with a stressful visit with family… Martin could nearly picture himself, as if looking on from another point of view, and he was nothing but a nameless face on the street.

Obscure and forgettable. Martin would walk on, automatically, no effort in reaching his destination. It was eventual and certain. He may as well be a memory, instead of somebody who was still there.

Then he would be back at the Institute, or at home, and his thoughts would click back into place. Maybe he’d take a shower, or have something to eat. If it wasn’t too late and he was done with research or paperwork, he’d watch something on TV. It was alright. Mostly.

In the current situation, with Martin sitting on the toilet in a bathroom of a safehouse in Scotland, trying to figure out why he’s losing his teeth… he thinks that he’s finally connected some dots, and sees the bigger picture.

“Yeah… well, um- I guess maybe when I would walk around London and sort of lose myself in groups of people, without interacting with anybody, that was possibly like feeding on loneliness. So. Maybe I just need to do THAT again,” Martin looks up at Jon again, now the one checking to see if what he’s saying makes any sense.

“Hmm… it might work when you go out to buy us supplies. You’ll be around people again, and- whatever lonely feelings they have,” Jon nods, though he doesn’t look happy about it. That’s fine. Martin isn’t happy, either.

“What if I… Jon, when you got REALLY bad, you compelled people to talk about things when they didn’t want to. What if I VANISH somebody? What if I can’t control this?” Martin asks, and as soon as he closes his mouth, he has to spit three more teeth into his hand.

“That is upsetting, I know…” Jon replies, reaching out one hand to place on Martin’s shoulder. “But, listen- a few days after I started to really try and rein myself in, one of the people I compelled actually showed up at the Institute again. I was… well, I- erm…”

“You were outside, sneaking a smoke,” Martin guesses.

“Yes, FINE. Anyway, I thought they were still having problems because of me, and I immediately apologized and assured them it wouldn't happen again. I was honestly sort of distressed about that, I didn’t want to go find everybody I had compelled, because seeing me might just make them even MORE afraid, but I still wanted to say I was sorry… well, this person told me they only came there to explain they weren't angry with me. They didn't forgive me exactly, but-,”

“What, they wanted to rescind what they said before? Like, withdraw the complaint?” Martin raises his eyebrows at this.

“Something like that. They told me… they weren’t having nightmares anymore, about me OR what I made them talk about. It had faded after a while. They also told me that it sort of helped, in a weird way, to finally confront something they’d been ignoring for so long. And now they knew, the world had scary things in it, that was REAL, and they weren’t crazy for wanting to be careful…” Jon sees Martin wants to jump into the conversation, but has to pause to catch another tooth that has escaped. Jon continues talking, knowing what Martin was going to ask.

“The reason I didn’t say anything at the time- I didn’t want it to seem like I was making excuses. Oh, this person says the nightmares stopped and they faced their fears, this means nobody should be mad at me anymore! Hell, no. I still forced people to share private thoughts and experiences against their will, and that wasn’t right. I’m only telling you this NOW because I’m hoping that you being around people in public, absorbing whatever you need, THAT will be more like when I read the statements. The fear and the hurt already happened. You aren’t making it worse. If you keep ignoring this hunger, then… it will most likely get more intense, but even if that happens, you still might not vanish somebody to death. People even escaped from what Peter did, occasionally. I just don’t want you to feel… hopeless,”

“OK… yeah, OK. This is still pretty fucked, though,” Martin says, trying to steady his breathing.

“Yes. And it will probably continue to be fucked. But we can try to help each other feel better,” Jon smiles down at Martin, and somehow, that makes a tense knot in his chest loosen.

Jon waits with Martin as the last few teeth come loose, and gets a small glass jar for them. After some “Should I leave them under my pillow?” jokes, Jon grabs the small torch again to see what the situation is with Martin’s new set of teeth…

“You really don’t feel them growing in?”

“Uh-uh,” Martin may not physically feel the teeth coming into place, but he has noticed that the ache in his jaw is gone, and the weird grinding has stopped (that was probably his weird new “spooky” bones making room for his weird new “spooky” teeth. This sounded like such a stupid problem when he thought of it that way, but there just wasn’t a better term unfortunately).

“Well, they’re almost all here, and- they’re sharp! Martin, your new teeth are POINTY!” Jon uses his hand not holding the torch to tilt Martin’s head back slightly.

“WHA? LIE A HA-HIRE?” What? Like a vampire?

“No, not like that… you don’t have fangs, exactly… oh lord, I can see them rising up!” Jon says, and now Martin is starting to get annoyed that he sounds EXCITED about this. “They’re wider, and sort of flat… Martin, I think these are like- like shark teeth!”

Jon has set the torch aside, and is now holding Martin’s head with both his hands, leaning him back even more so the light from the ceiling shines into Martin’s mouth. Jon is pushing aside Martin’s upper lip to see the teeth as they move through the gum better, and that is IT, Martin is DONE.

“GEH YER FEE-HERS OW UH I OW!” before Jon can translate that into “Get your fingers out of my mouth!”, Martin actually SNARLS as a final warning, Jon whips his hands away, and just to be dramatic, Martin CHOMPS his mouth shut.

His new teeth are officially finished growing in; all the severe ridges fit together. Sharp, solid, and strong.

Shark teeth... really? Was that just the Lukas Brand? Martin has to turn half-way into a SEA MONSTER? For the aesthetic?

Jon knows Martin wasn’t actually going to bite him… and Martin knows that Jon knows this. Which is why Jon still looks more fascinated than afraid of Martin’s new MONSTER TEETH, and that just makes Martin want to try and snap at him again. Jon can see that as well, and he starts to snort laughter. Martin wishes he was strong enough to stay furious, but the corners of his mouth betray him, curving into a smile.

Yep. All his human adult teeth fell out, he’s got weird spooky shark teeth now, he’s damn near close to laughing about it. He must be mad. Oh, well. So is Jon.

[gaysindistress]

When Night Come- three

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: cursing, Jessica being Jessica (we love and hate her)

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For the most part, the week had gone by smoothly. Only minor behavioral issues with the kids at work and even fewer tantrums from their parents. Bucky hadn’t made an appearance at pick up but that was to be expected since he rarely had in the past. However, a part of her wanted him to. Sunny may have told Jessica that she wanted nothing to do with Mr. Sexy but after going through the texts between him and who he thought was her, a part of her wanted him to talk to her the way he had in those messages. His charm was undeniable, after all, he was known as the flirt of Brooklyn but knowing those messages were meant for her and she only stirred something in her even if she didn’t want to admit it. In the past she would’ve dropped everything for a man like him, giving into him the first time he’d asked her out for dinner but with time and horrible experiences, she’d built a resistance to that part of her. Still, it egged her on, leading her to indulge in short-lived daydreams of what could be. One thing stood in the back of her mind throughout the week though; how high had she been to convince herself that she’d seen a fang when Peter was talking or only feel cold when Bucky touched her? Yelena kept her distracted though from overthinking it all.

She thought it was hilarious that she had gotten the wrong message even if she didn’t know what her original message should have been. The conversations between the two girls were less flirty and more casual, like a friendship with hidden feelings was developing. The attraction was there for both of them but Sunny guessed that Yelena knew about her date with Bucky so Yelena had chosen to back off. Admirable, yes but only one of them could ultimately continue to date her and her rational side, begging the romantic to let it be Yelena, the drop-dead gorgeous woman who could make her laugh at the stupidest things. 

Jessica, sweet Jessica is no help either as she’s caught up with Peter once again, having gotten sucked into his hurricane of a personality. Having asked Sunny to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn’t fall back into his hands, she’d practically pleaded with her more sensible friend to go out for dinner to take her mind off of it. The rather fancy restaurant is not the place two women should be talking about the size of an ex’s dick but alas Jessica did so without a second care and a glass of merlot in her hand. 

“It’s definitely a grower but he acts like it’s 10 inches or some shit which wouldn’t even fit in reality,” the woman who passes by the table on her way to the bathroom makes a horrified gasp when she hears the crude words.

“It’s honestly so embarrassing, more for him than me because homeboy acts like a real fucking Chad.”

“Jess keep your voice down,” Sunny tells her, snickering from behind her own wine glass, “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

“They can all get fucked, I’m in pain and in need of some expensive sushi and wine to ease my agony.”

“Spoken like a true woman of class,” Sunny says, setting her glass back on the table, “But let’s be real here; are you going to let him back in or are you done with him for good now?”

Jessica shrugs slightly, the chandelier’s light bouncing off the chain strap of her top, “I want to but something keeps pulling me back in and no it’s not his dick. There’s a Peter that I can’t get to but I know he’s there, a version of him that’s not such a douchebag.”

“Are we sure that’s even possible or is this wishful thinking?” “I know, I know, I don’t have great taste in men and we both already know how terrible he can be but I’m telling you Sun, he can be such a sweet guy.”

Sunny half-heartedly hums partly because she’s overhearing about Peter and because the sushi she’s eating is just that good she forgot her train of thought. If hearing about him means more of this divine sushi, then she’s glad to sit and be the wall that Jessica tells all of her troubles. 

“Earth to Sunny,” Jessica waves her hand in front of her face, “Did you hear what I said?”

“Shit no, I’m sorry. I got distracted by my food, what did you say?”

She gives her a skeptical look before glancing over her shoulder, “Don’t make it obvious but look behind you. Is that who I think it is?”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” she asks as she’s getting ready to turn around but Jessica stops her with a hand on hers.

“Never mind, I think they’re going to walk past us, and don’t freak out, I’m serious.”

“What? Why would I…” the words die on her tongue when that damned cologne and honeyed voice waltz past their table with a woman wrapped around his form. The woman, who’s wearing a very low-cut dress, makes a show out of gently hitting Bucky’s chest as she laughs obnoxiously at something he no doubt whispered in his ear. He’s, of course, wearing that dazzling smile anyone would want to see every time they go to sleep and wake up. Whether or not he sees either woman is a mystery because he makes no attempt to say hi or even stop as he leads his date past their table. While they’re seemingly having a grand time, Sunny’s heart drops at the scene before her as her eyes dart to a very pissed-off Jessica. Something about the whole scene feels with her unease but she brushes it off as anger and maybe jealousy. 

“Please tell me I’m going blind because I didn't just see that,” she scoffs, still holding tightly onto her friend’s hand, “At least have some decorum if you’re going to parade around with gold diggers, Jesus Christ. Oh my god, Sun I’m so sorry.”

“No no, it’s uh….” her words are dying again as she blinks rapidly trying to come back to reality, “It’s fine. We’re not together or anything, we haven’t even gone out yet so it’s not like… it’s not like we’re exclusive. He can… ya know.”

Jessica grips her hand tighter to draw her attention to her, “Say the word and I’ll fight a bitch.”

“It’s whatever, seriously,” she offers a sad smile, “Let’s just forget about it. Please.”

“Of course,” she removes her hand and goes back to eating while ranting about her boy problems. 

Meanwhile, the hole that Sunny feels doesn’t shrink no matter how much wine or sushi she consumes. No amount of Tinder profiles shoved into her face can erase the sight of Bucky flirting so openly with that woman. She tries to convince herself that she shouldn’t care because like she said herself, they are not together. He does not owe her exclusivity no matter how pretty his words are. They haven’t even gone on their date yet so again, she has no reason to feel the green rage of jealousy or the blue wave of insecurity that threatens to crash over her but she still does. The romantic in her is crying over broken Valentine’s Day hearts with her makeup smeared while the logic in her is rolling her eyes and setting fire to whatever feelings she has left for Bucky. 

She quietly excuses herself to go to the bathroom which unfortunately requires her to pass by the table he’s at with that woman and another person she can’t see. Against her better judgment, she looks. She looks at that table and makes the briefest of eye contact with the man she wants to burn the world for and because of. However, when she does catch his blue eyes, they are devoid of any emotion and she tells herself that it’s because he didn’t recognize her rather than the alternative as she fumbles to close and lock the bathroom door. Her hands tremble as she grips her phone with white knuckles, back to the cold metal door. It buzzes, startling her and she drops it with a gasp as her heart tries to pound out of her ribcage and into her throat. 

“U good?” - Jessica 

“Jesus, get ahold of yourself,” she whispers to herself. Bending down to pick up her phone, she contemplates her choices regarding their date; the romantic is screaming for her to just go out with him and forget all about it. Once again her logic kicks in and she’s typing before she even realizes it. 

“Can’t make it Friday. Sorry.”

Another truly aggravating laugh rings through Bucky’s ears when his phone vibrates in his pants pocket. Aside from the fact that he can’t stand to be around Lycan in general, this woman is the prime example of why he hates them. Steve flashes a very forced smile at whatever the woman said, trying his hardest to not ruin the deal that’s almost closed. The woman is completely oblivious, or at least pretends to not care about both men’s frustration with her, and continues to make jokes at the wait staff’s expense. Bucky pulls his phone out, giving Steve a silent signal to continue the conversation if this can even be considered one. Upon reading the fatal message, his jaw muscle feathers to not lose his cool even more. Years of practicing his self-control in other areas have led him to be able to starve off the allure of allowing the other side of him to make an appearance. Rather than damage the already fragile relationship, he doesn’t respond right away and instead messages Yelena. 

Yelena’s habit of getting on his nerves is growing out of hand however she’s irreplaceable and Steve might actually kill him if anything happened to her. She is, after all, the little sister to one of their close friends, and her sister made it very clear that if anything bad happened to her, there would be hell to pay. Even so, having her tail Sunny gave her that much more ammo when it came to teasing him, and adding in the fact that she, too, was interested in her made things even more frustrating but what’s a little friendly competition? 

The unbearable woman at the table seemed to think that any woman within a fifty-foot radius of the table is a threat to whatever sick daydream she has concocted where she has a chance with Bucky. The way she belittles the poor server and makes lewd comments about other people in the restaurant is enough to make both Steve and Bucky want to rip her throat out even if it might kill them. Regardless they still have a business deal to close even if their skin is crawling while doing so. 

Bucky slips his phone back into his pants and leans back in the booth, “Juliette, I need that name you promised.”

“Awe Baby, I thought we were having fun! Why’d you have to go and ruin it with business talk?” she says whilst trying to sneak her hand over his knee. 

Steve clears his throat loudly, disrupting whatever foul plan she had, “I believe we agreed that this meeting is strictly professional. Give us the name and we’ll see what we can offer in exchange.”

“Now that isn’t going to work for me,” she rolls her shoulders back, dramatically pushing out her chest, “I need reassurance that nothing is going to happen to me if I rat out my boss.”

“That depends on if we get the name we’re looking for. You’re a smart girl, you know how these things work.”

She rolls her eyes at his words before letting out a considerable sigh, “Her name is Alix, with an I, Wright. She’s the big boss out of California you’re looking for and if I were you two, I would give her what she wants. She’s the type of person you want working with you, not against you.”

“And what is it that she wants?” She snorts like the dog she is, “I’m not telling you that until you tell me what I get out of this.”

“A ticket out of the country.”

“Not good enough.” “Europe?”

“Only if this man here,” her hand finds Bucky’s knee again, “can come with me.”

“No. What does Alix want?” He can’t hide his contempt now as he pushes her hand off roughly. 

“Fine,” her eyes flash gold for a second, returning to their usual green in moments, “She’s looking for a Y/N L/N. Rumor has it she’s an ex and she wants her back but that’s all I know. There’s a photo floating around but I haven’t seen it.”

“Can you get it?” 

“I could but I’m not going to. I like being alive so I’m not going to risk it any more than I already have.”

“You should be more concerned about the people in this room. Get us the photo and you’ll get your plane ticket.”

“No no no. That’s not what we agreed on. You got your name and now I get my ticket. The photo wasn’t a part of the agreement,” she tries to reason with the mob bosses in front of her who are looking at her as if she’s a part of the menu.  

“Things change and we need the photo as well so get it to us and we can discuss your ticket,” Bucky says as he and Steve stand up, “Don’t call until you have it. My time is valuable so don’t waste it.”

With that, they exit the restaurant and leave the woman fuming at the table, disgusting pheromones from her anger rolling off of her. 

Bucky’s nose wrinkles at the smell that has no doubt clung to his clothes as he pulls out his phone the moment they settle into the car. Steve briefly glances over at him, “Want to tell me what happened back there?”

He doesn’t answer right away, too engrossed in whatever is on his phone. It takes Steve calling his name a few times as they pull away from the curb to get his attention. 

“What changed in the restaurant?” “It’s complicated.”

“I highly doubt that.”

A moment passes. 

Bucky’s phone vibrates again in his lap and yet another crestfallen look takes over his face. 

“I didn’t know she was going to be there. She saw us with Juliette and canceled our date tomorrow night.”

“And?”

“And Yelena just confirmed that she’s actually Y/N L/N.”

“Ah, I see. That does complicate things,” he says whilst checking his mirrors before merging into a new lane, “Look, we both know how dangerous Alix Wright can be but we’ll do what we can to protect Sunny, Y/N, or whatever she chooses to go by. As for your canceled date, I think you owe her some flowers and an explanation.”

“Yeah, Yelena already lectured me about it.”

“Are you going to?”

Upon not hearing a response, he glances over and sees that Bucky has his phone to his ear with an annoyed look. 

“Not answering your call?”

His answer; is a short groan when the voicemail answers again instead of the woman. Against his better judgment, the slight desperation kicks in as he remembers the almost kiss they had at Yelena’s party. The thought of having blown his one shot to get to know her controls him as he texts her. Even if she leaves him on read, it’s still something, anything to prove that she might give him a second chance. However, he isn’t so lucky as she continues to ignore his calls and leaves his texts on delivered. His only lifeline to her is Yelena and she has the perfect opportunity to sweep her off of her feet. Well, he does have another person but Jessica is very adamant in her dislike for him as is evident in her texts to him. 

“Jess being helpful?” Steve asks. 

“Not in the slightest,” he drops his phone down, “And the worst part is that I know where she lives but I can’t just send shit over without it giving off…”

“Stalker vibes,” Steve finishes his sentence for him, “You’d think after two centuries you’d get better at courting people.”

“Yeah well, shit does change over time so it’s not like I can just show up with flowers and not have her worry for her safety.”

“Have you thought about it how it’s all going to work? She’s human so eventually she’s going to notice something is up when you don’t eat or age.”

“That’s assuming she’ll give me the time of day after this,” his nose wrinkled in disgust again when the Lycan’s smell fills the air once more, “Jesus I’m going to have to burn this suit. She must have scented me.”

“You think? She was all over you,” Steve coughs out, rolling down the windows so they can finally stop inhaling the traitorous air. 

“Oh my god, he won’t leave you alone! He just keeps calling and texting and then calling again. It’s soooo annoying,” Jessica sighs as she tosses the phone off to the side and hugs Sunny closer to her side of the couch. 

She doesn’t say anything, only hiding her face a little more into Jessica’s side while half-watching whatever stupid movie was on. Negative thoughts and questions consume her as she second-guesses everything. Was he actually flirting with her? Did she misread the texts? Was he really trying to kiss her at the party? When he said she was beautiful, was that him or her imagination filling in the gaps? Why the fuck didn’t she remember feeling the heat of his body when he was holding her? Her friend’s nails tapping away at a phone screen brings her consciousness forward through the storm of emotions inside. 

“What are you saying?” “Oh, ya know ‘fuck off, leave her alone,’ that kind of stuff.”

“What is HE saying?” “The usual bullshit about how you need to talk and he needs to explain but take it from me, it’s all a bunch of lies to just gaslight you into forgiving and forgetting. Don’t fall for it, Sun, no matter how good his dick is.”

Scoffing she pulls away from Jessica and curls up into the corner of the couch, hugging her arms and a blanket around her. Her phone appears in her peripheral but she just shakes her head, “I don’t want it.” 

“Can I keep messing with him then?” “No just leave it. We still have to see him and I don’t want it to be too awkward.”

“That ship sailed when he decided to be a player…”

Sunny cut her off, “Please, I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

She may not be able to see the intense roll eye of Jessica’s but she can certainly feel it when the tension starts to bubble under their skin, threatening to be released at any moment. Sure they are good friends and they had been for almost as long as Sunny had been in New York but Jessica didn’t know the first thing about her old life or who she really was, the world she came from. Being around so many painfully naïve humans did drain her from time to time but it was refreshing given the alternative. The thought of even being in the presence of a Lycan again made her stomach churn and her skin crawl. The unsettling feeling she felt at the restaurant suddenly makes sense; that woman had been a Lycan and dread fills her body at the idea that Lycan was in New York still AND Bucky seemed to be a little too friendly with one. Something spurs her to start questioning Jessica without any forethought, “Jess does Peter have sharp teeth?”

“Girl, what the fuck kind of question is that?”

She pushes herself out of the corner just enough to look at her friend squarely, “Are Peter’s canines sharp?”

“Umm,” Jessica’s voice is full of confusion as she shifts in her spot, “Yeah but aren’t everyone's?”

“But were they sharper than they should be?”

“I don’t know. Why are you asking me?”

“Never mind, forget about it,” with defeat, she drops back into her corner albeit Jessica is still confused about her abrupt and strange line of questions. 

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just ask me that and order us some ice cream. The usual?”

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Rising sun

Shino x f!reader

🔞minors DNI🔞

Warnings: ⚠️familial issues/abuse⚠️ angst, SMUT, kinky slight dom Shino, swearing, violence

Summary: (this man is almost 6ft tall and I still FIRMLY believe Shino is a VERY kinky man. Prove me wrong)

Reader is struck upon for using a forbidden jutsu during a mission. Her father retaliates as they play only by the book and threatens to strip her of her shinobi status. Shino has ideas on how to distract her

The pulsating pain against my cheek as my head reels to the side, is a realization that I’ve just been struck upon in my fathers blind rage. I can only manage in my own fit of fury, to place my own hand above the quickly rising marks. If it were a nicer day, it would make me think of when we just finished pouring the foundation of our house, how I placed my much smaller hand inside the imprint he had just made with his own. The same prints I had just fallen upon from the sheer force I was knocked back with,” forbidden jutsu is to not be used so long as you are still my child.” 

A kick to the stomach. If we didn’t live the life of shinobi, most would consider this abuse, to us, it’s only another lesson…. No matter how uncalled for. 

“It was to save a teammates life! Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing.” I spit in his direction, grasping at my ribs and trying to roll over to stand. 

“Not if it would cost me my own life or my dignity that comes with using something forbidden. Your chakra is still depleted. Get up.” He replies with no emotion. After several seconds of trying, I knew he was right. My chakra was shot. 

He lands one more kick as I reach for anything to pick myself up with,” come back inside when you’re ready to be a real shinobi.”

“Fuck you.” I cough out, finally managing to roll to my back and wheeze air back in to my lungs. 

“Or don’t come back at all. You have siblings with the same kekkei genkai. You are replaceable.” His last words echo as the stars finally dissipate from my eyes. He couldn’t truly mean that, he’s just drunk. He had to be. 

I could only ponder and force myself to believe my father was drunk as I slowly mosey to town, the forest, anywhere but here. I ignored the fact the smell of alcohol wasn’t present, maybe my senses are just off. Maybe I’d gone noseblind in a time of panic. The treeline was welcoming, silent enough to rest and gain my composure, maybe pass out from lack of chakra and a beating. I’d welcome passing out at this point, I could use the nap. The spots quickly return to my vision as my body sways,” yeah, this looks like a nice spot for a nap.”

And with that, my body buckles, swaying as gracefully as a sack of bricks to the ground. 

The last conscious thing I register is a voice calling from the treetops,” Y/N, I got you.”

Coming to was almost worse than passing out, my body aches and my head isn’t fully on the ground. My body is covered in a blanket… no. A jacket. It carried the faint smell of pollen and fresh morning dew. I knew the jacket and the scent to well, as the owner of the jacket had no smell, unless the flowers were blossoming. As soon as my head turns to look up, he becomes still as the doldrums at sea. 

“Shino.” I mutter, seeing the eyes behind his glasses turn down to meet mine,” Y/N.”

He exhales sharply, trying his best to not move his legs that lay under my head as a makeshift pillow.

“How long have i been out?” I mumble, reaching down to burrow further in to his green over coat and hope it engulfs my embarrassment.

“Only a few hours. What happened? You look worse than when I left after the mission.” He replies, picking a cool hand up from his side to rest against my now tender and swollen cheek. I sigh, leaning in to a usually gentle touch that now stung like a bee against the side of my face,” chakra was depleted too much. As a result, I ran in to my fathers hand.” 

Shino’s hand twitches against my face as his body becomes taut. 

“Word reached him that I used the forbidden jutsu before I had a chance to say it myself. Doesn’t matter if it was to save a teammate, what matters to him is that I used something forbidden.” I continue, lifting a hand to rest against his that lay on my face. He instinctively threads his fingers between mine, the closeness to Shino I’ve always craved only comes in times of pity. But I still find myself clutching to it like a newborn puppy to their mom. 

“I don’t see why you haven’t just come to stay at the Aburame compound. The offer has been extended multiple times.” Shino mentions his offer once again. 

“Im an adult now, I should just get my own place.” I mutter, squeezing his hand before pulling it down to rest against my chest knowing both of our arms were tiring. He only answers with placing his other hand at the top of my head, weaving his free fingers through the roots of my hair and tugging slightly. The sensation sends a jolt, awakening my senses and my body. 

“Get a place in your family compound so you’re still stuck with your father. Great idea, Y/N.” He monotonously shoots back before continuing,” for saving my life with a strong forbidden jutsu… you sure are clueless in anything else.”

“I wouldn’t call it clueless. He was just drunk. I’ll go back home after dark and everything will be fine.” I defend, knowing it might not be, but at least my chakra has time to build and I have time to create a bluff for Shino. Shino drops his hand, pulling the other away,” I’ll walk you back then.”

The walk is silent, save for Shino’s long jacket flapping around my much smaller frame in the wind. His right arm drapes over me to shield the wind away. Being touch starved, my knees threaten to buckle at the multiple signs of affection tonight. It had almost gotten me to forget the quickly bruising areas on my body until a sharp pain blooms in my ribs. I hunch forward, regaining my breath from my bodies surprise attack. Shino stops walking abruptly to turn us towards each other and immediately pulls the zipper of my vest down, followed by lifting my shirt and exposing my lower midriff. Shino shakes his head and grumbles,” I knew it.”

With no further word, he scoops me up as I’m still frozen, processing he has just lifted my shirt, and going even more senseless as my upper half comes to a rest against his heaving in anger chest. His steps quicken, becoming more pronounced as he stalks closer to my house.

“Shino, slow down. I’m fine.” I plead quietly, tugging at his own leaf issued chunin vest. His face is hard as stone, refusing to give any reply until we reach the gates,” give me my jacket and stay behind me.”

“Stop it. We don’t need to start a fight at this time of night.” I murmer, yet still shrug his jacket off and watch as his arms flex to put it back on. He pushes the gate open furiously and stalks to our house that sat dead center of the compound. I dig my heels in to the dirt and tug at the back of his jacket upon seeing a figure hunched over on our porch,” I’ll just go stay at your house. There’s a jug of sake next to him. He’s drunk Shino.” 

It was too late, I can barely see around Shino’s frame as my father tilts his head and sets his gaze upon the man that shields me,” the hell does an Aburame want at this time of night. Shouldn’t you be sleeping in your cave or something?” 

“I was actually coming to talk to you.” Shino puffs out, the tell tale sign of half a smile frightens me. He was confident, he was ready for a fight. 

“He was just dropping me off, was all.” I bluff, stepping out from behind him and being held back from walking any closer. 

“Bold of you to come home with a man this late. Did you not learn earlier?” He raises his voice, stalking closer to me as Shino tries pulling me back once again. I manage to dodge the first drunken swing at my already bruised ribs but the second connects just before Shino finally succeeds to pull me forcefully to the side, grasping on to the next drunken fist and stopping it dead in the air. Shinobi are scary enough sober. But when the sake hits our veins, we become almost invincible in our own mind… scary even. For the third time tonight, the wind knocks from my lungs as I hit the ground. 

“Damn these men.” I mutter, rocking back on impact and launching myself forward on to my feet, trying to charge in to the altercation. I brace myself as my father signs with one hand in an attempt to knock me back with a wind release jutsu. The wind whips around the three of us as Shino reels an arm back, and sending it flying tactfully against his opponents temple. I cringe at the sight of my dad folding in on himself and dropping to the ground, already snoring. Shino is expressionless and doesn’t move as I stomp furiously to the door trying to gather even a single thought. In an attempt to slam it shut, I feel defeated when Shino catches the flimsy door in an instant. Even behind his glasses, his eyes bore in to mine intently, unblinking. He leans against the doorframe, engulfing me with his large stature as he places an arm directly above me,” I don’t give a fuck what’s forbidden to your family, I’ll make you scream my name until even that’s forbidden.” His hands dance just above my hips as the anger rises,” Shino, what the fuck was that?” My hand instinctively shoots upwards for his throat, pinning him against the wall in an uncontrolled fit of rage, but the heat only climbs against my now flushed face at his words catching me off guard. He lets off a soft, barely even audible moan, taking his turn to lunge at me and quickly reverse our roles. My thighs were now wrapped against his torso and tangled in his long jacket as his breaths quicken so close to my throat while his hands pin my shoulders to the wall. I quickly add my other hand to his throat in case he’s gone crazy. He lets a soft chuckle out as I tug at his jacket,” that was me saving your life, would it kill you to at least say thank you before trying to tear my clothes off?” 

I feel my cheeks prickle and the anger die in my throat, only to be replaced with embarrassment,

“I-I wasn’t- That’s not-! I don’t know what to do right now. I should check on my dad.” I stutter out, the anger mixing with other, stronger, emotions as I adjust my hands around his throat so I don’t lose my grip. I can feel his jaw muscle clench and vibrate down to his throat. I find my own self impulsively mimicking his muscle twitch with my thighs, half bucking against him. A smirk once again creeps to his face before swooping in to hover his lips above the side of my ear,” Calm down. I’m only looking out for my teammate. Your father will be fine. I could’ve done much worse.”

The gentle wind against my ear as he enticingly whispers makes my eyes unfocus and my body slacken until he pulls his head back as far as my arms will reach. My hands then move on their own, leaving a playful tug at his throat before trailing to the collar of his jacket and gripping tight. He nods his head, encouraging me until sense washes back in to my body,” good girl.”

Good girl. Those two words would drive almost anyone insane. And after a while of not receiving praise, it could’ve drove me feral. It did. And I could tell Shino knew too.

“S-Shino. Please say it again.” I blush, slowly droning my hands inwards and pulling him closer to me.

“Say what again?” He questions, sliding his hands from my shoulders, causing me to slightly fall forward in to him, as his hands rake slowly down my body and settle underneath my ass to balance me back against the wall.

“I think you know.” I hint, batting my eyelashes slowly and resting my thumb against his pouty lower lip, rubbing it side to side until he playfully takes it in to his mouth with a quick circular motion of his tongue and a soft nip from his teeth. I bite hard in to my own lip to catch the gasp in my throat. Catching on with satisfaction, he hums around my thumb,” take my glasses off. I want to look at you with my own eyes.”

Another jolt shocks my body to life, unfurling my balled up fist and my other hand from his mouth to de-shade him. His eyes adjust to the darkness around us fairly easily, and they shimmer with multiple emotions. It’s crazy the eyes are what give us away. All our emotions, our lust and want. They trail patiently, almost lazily from my eyes to my lips, my lower one still caught between my teeth. I’m so lost in the sight of his eyes that I don’t notice his movements. He lifts a knee to maneuver one of his hands upwards, grasping against my jaw and hovering his lips just above mine,” good girl.” 

I sharply inhale as my head tilts forward in an attempt to connect our lips. I’m denied with a soft tug back at my jaw and a mischievous smile. His head dips down to my neck making my heart race and stomach flip. I was expecting a kiss, but instead receive his tongue tracing where he would sink his teeth in to soon after. My bottom lip curls back under my teeth, but the moan still escapes. I pull away slightly, pushing a hand against his chest,” what if my dad wakes up?”

“He won’t.” Shino huffs against my neck while tugging at my jaw once again, finally bringing our lips in to a lazy, drawn out kiss. One kiss becomes two. Three, then four. I’ve lost count how many times the presence of his lips graced my needy ones. His teeth draw in my lower lip, nipping slightly and letting go to catch a breath. My tongue acts on its own accord, darting in to find his. Shino doesn’t bother to hide his moan, only readjusting the hand that holds me up as my thighs grip around his torso tighter. My fingers wrestle away his hood, then tear away his forehead protector, releasing his quickly growing hair to tug to my hearts content. He groans at the sudden pull, bucking us both back in to the wall we’ve drifted from. 

“We should move this somewhere else.” I huff while pulling away for another breath of air and trying to wrestle his jacket off for real this time. Shino nods, falling backwards and over the back of the couch behind us effortlessly. I find myself on top, straddling a smirking Shino. I smile, finally able to tear away his vest and jacket in a sloppy and haphazard manner before I wrestle at his tight training shirt. My hands quiver with giddiness as his tightened skin flexes under my fingers in an effort to help. When I barely manage to coax the compression shirt to his shoulders, he grasps both of my hands in one of his and finishes his shirt off, exposing his upper half. Shino leans up to a sitting position and uses his free hand to pull me down further by the nape of my neck, tugging at my now tousled hair to hungrily guide our lips together once again. I feel my hands being released, followed by my vest being tugged at and shedded away. He’s gentle while lifting my shirt over the sickening bruises, his tender fingers ghosting over the lightning strikes of purple and disconnecting our lips to throw my shirt away. My aching core reignites at every twitch I feel against my pelvis from down below. 

“Fuck this.” I mutter, sliding down to grapple with the knot holding his pants at his waist. He arches slightly at the intimate touch of my hands dragging his pants downwards, then reaching up to drone lazy circles around his rising bulge. 

“I never got to properly thank you, Shino.” I whisper, slowly sinking my head downwards to place a kiss on his still clothed member. He twitches slightly and his hand once again feeds its way in to my hair as I place intentionally sloppy kisses on his hips while shrugging down his boxers. 

“That’s oka-“ Shino begins to talk before being cut off with his own moan at the feeling of my lips wrapping around the tip of his cock. His hand clenches deep at my roots and tries to follow the quickly erratic pace of my head. His hips soon follow, becoming a sloppy and unreadable pace until he pumps fully in to my mouth, causing me to slightly gag when I’m held there for a few seconds as he squirms beneath me. When he can’t handle the feeling anymore, I’m being thrown backwards to the other side of the couch and my pants have been effortlessly wrestled off during the process. All while I’m still trying to force myself to breathe air again. The circles being rubbed in to my thighs distract any sense I have, his head burying between my thighs going unnoticed at first. I can’t help but gasp, clawing up his back at the wet pressure kneading slowly at my clit. One finger slips in, shockingly cold against my rising body temperature. My hips try to move, but his other hand holds me down forcibly, making the pleasure even greater. I can feel him smirk against me, followed by a quick flick of his tongue to send me over the edge. My scream silences against the quick grasp at my throat from Shinoto aid him in sitting up,” if anyone ever lays their hands on you again, it better be me.”

“B-but we’re shinobi.” I stutter out as he crashes himself inside of me, pushing further and further until I squirm.

“Even in war, I’d go out of my way to be the last man to ever have his hands on you.” He grunts, thrusting quickly again and stopping. He holds inside of me for a few more seconds,” I wouldn’t just fight for you. I’d kill for you.”

Sex was an odd time for a love confession, but I wasn’t complaining. My thoughts were filled by the building pressure coming to a climax and focusing on not passing out from pleasure. The old couch was as close to breaking as my limit was. I grasp at his hand around my throat as the splotches of ecstasy bubble and obscure my vision like an old time cartoon,” Sh-Shino. Please, Fuck!”

“Y/N, shit.” Shino growls, pumping even sloppier and rougher than before. My head tilts back, brain shutting off and a scream of pleasure threatening to ring off. His hands clamp over my agape mouth, stifling what could’ve been an ear shattering, and dad waking shriek. The convulsion starts in my legs, ecstasy causing me to shake like a leaf in the wind and it was only building with every motion Shino made. With one last slam in to me with all his might, I see he’s reached his limit too. After several seconds, maybe even minutes of catching our breath, it’s a game of who will look at the other first. The walls and floor around us had suddenly become interesting, even though he was hovering directly above me. Shino takes a shaky breath, wiping away beads of sweat that threaten to spill from his forehead. I find myself fanning at my flushed face and finally looking in to his uncovered and nervous eyes,” was that… too far?”

“No. Was it too far for you?” He huffs out between gasps.

“N-no. I should probably go to bed… and you should get home. It’s getting pretty late.” I stumble out, trying to avoid the awkward after first time sex talking while fumbling around to put some clothes on and lay back down.

He hovers above me once again, then slides down, and I’m almost worried I may have to go for a round two. But he stops at my bruised ribs peeking out from my wrinkled shirt, kissing softly at the damaged skin,” I’ll leave if you come with me.” 

I ponder the challenge, knowing I definitely didn’t want to be home when my father regained consciousness, let alone having the man who knocked him senseless in the house. I nervously card my fingers through Shino’s hair and wait for his eyes to look towards me,” please?”

“Okay.” I mumble, quickly tiring with fatigue. My eyelids become heavy with the weight of todays events, I could sleep for days. I feel Shino’s weight disappear and I can’t help but twist to my side and curl in on myself like a cat taking a mid day snooze in the sun. As I drift off in to the waves of sleep, I feel an arm sliding below my head and the other under my torso.

The birds were singing jovially from the open window that let in a soft breeze. The side of my face pounded with my heart at the rising anxiety. Birds never sang at our compound, not for years. I turn to the unfamiliar landscape around me, seeing it was almost like a terrarium, the massive windows lining two of the walls looking out to the countryside of the hidden leaf just before sunrise. The nightstand held my neatly folded vest and a single lily that stood proud in a vase with a beetle crawling zigzags on its outstretched leaf. The pack I usually use for missions rests on the floor, stuffed full with my clothes. In my weak attempt to stand, an arm darts lazily around my waist to pull me back against a comforting heat,” We rise with the sun here, Y/N.” 

I trace his arm downwards to find his hand resting against my hip and entwine our fingers together. I force my eyes to close once again to break my family’s brutish habits, and as long as the sun droned lazily against the horizon we were both safe in each others embrace. Shino’s chest rises and falls in a melodic rhythm, coaxing me back to a sleepy serenity I could get used to feeling. All worries washed away with the excitement and anticipation of sleeping in and rising with the sun. 

[katieaki]

My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! There is a summary of the first part, here, and the second part, here. They have everything you need to know about Lou, her requited-but-complicated love, the religious assassin who just beat the tar out of her, the worst person she's ever met, and the ill-advised journey she is on! There is also now a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!

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“So, what, mommy issues? Daddy issues?” Artie asked as she lifted Lou’s hair up to tie the new sling for her.

“Excuse me?” Lou said. She craned her neck to look up at her, but the pain in her shoulder made her look back down at the ground.

“Sorry— just, what you said to Holliday yesterday,” Artie said. She tied a knot and smoothed Lou’s collar over it. “About parents.”

Lou rubbed her face with her good hand. “Oh, yeah. I didn’t mean to loop both of y’all into that,” she said. “It’s not real polite to assume people’s family situations.”

Skylark looked up from where she was consolidating two half-used jars of flour. There was a spray of white powder across her cheek. “Oh, no, you’re right. No mother but the Listening Lady, no father but Their Honor,” she said. “I was taken into a church orphanage and basically never left.”

“A dyed in the wool church girl,” Artie said with deep affection. She wiped the flour from Skylark’s face with a handkerchief and crouched down to start packing up her sewing kit. “I killed my mom.”

She was so casual about it that it took Lou a second to catch up. She looked up to meet Skylark’s eye. There was just a half second too much silence and Artie looked questioningly up at them.

“I’m so sorry, cousin,” Skylark said. “That must have been a difficult situation.”

Artie shrugged as she rolled the excess thread around a scrap of cardboard. “Nah. It’s fine. I got new parents. And my new dad killed my old dad,” she said.

There was another long silence. Lou wished she had two good hands so she could more easily occupy herself out of discomfort. 

“No— sorry, it’s a good thing. She’s knife church, too. My dad. My new dad. It’s a saga. I’m not trying to get into it,” Artie said. “All I was trying to say was… um. Same.” She gestured between her and Lou.

“Oh, no, it wasn’t like that, at all,” Lou said. She shouldn’t have even brought it up yesterday. Lots of people had actually bad childhoods. Hers was fine. Normal, even, when you think about it. It was embarrassing that it had been on her mind so much lately. She’d gone so long hardly thinking about it at all. “I just had a basic, average bad childhood. Less attention than I wanted, less food than we needed, that kind of thing. You know. I never had to stab my mom or anything.”

“No, I didn’t stab her,” Artie said. “I used my teeth.”

Lou’s mouth went dry. Artie had almost bitten her face when they were fighting that first night. She could have easily ripped Lou’s throat out when she had her pinned down to the ground. Lou wasn’t sure why that was so much more disturbing than when she only thought she was in real danger of being killed by a knife. It didn’t change how dead you were. A chill ran down Lou’s neck where Artie had just touched her to fix her sling. She had been right to be afraid of those teeth. 

“Artie,” Skylark said. She looked at Artie with a silent plea for her to stop talking that was so clear, even Lou could read it. Artie did not seem to register it for what it meant.

“Well, I didn’t have a knife! I was only like, seven years old!” she said.

[alabyte]

«Promise me»

They knew what the chips were made for. And they knew something was wrong with Crosshair. AU, where Bad Batch were able to escape Kamino in full after Order 66, but the chip issue remained unresolved.

Word count: 1 683 Warnings: angst, implied character death, implied fratricide, severe emotional distress, Tix was trying to cope with S2 finale Together with @heksahela

The ruins of the old, abandoned base rattled with metal, creaked and howled with the damp whistle of the wind, bringing snow into the crevices of the corroded walls. The two sat in the darkness of the flimsy shelter.

— According to my preliminary calculations, we'll be in a more stable condition by the end of this rotation, which means we'll be able to get to the main facility. — Tech's voice sounded almost mundane, echoing off the metal walls and interrupting the crackling of the small fire. — We have to prepare, take the necessary resources and tools, but we'll have to go light. Until then, your helmet needs repairing.

The collapse in the sector they were exploring took them by surprise and forced them to change their mission plan on the fly. Hunter, Wrecker, Omega, and Echo, as those who had managed to get out without major injuries, went on a reconnaissance mission. In the snow, they were to find the entrance to the complex they had been unable to reach. And the two of them, injured and frozen, were left here to nurse their wounds. Dislocated joints, broken bones, bruises — at a time when the twins should have been more of a burden and a hindrance to the group, they had nothing to do but wait and replay thoughts that made them anxious, bitter, and almost nauseous. The cold and howling of the blizzard reminded them too much of Kaller.

To Tech's usual monotonous monologue about their plan for the future, the sniper just nodded a few times and stared blankly somewhere in front of him. He looked lost, not even thoughtful — as if he was lost in his own head, aimlessly twisting his helmet in his healthy, unstrapped hand and feeling its surface. There was an impact dent here, a few scratches and chipped paint there, and the visor dangled almost lifelessly somewhere in the mount. Crosshair doesn't immediately notice that his brother has offered (or insisted) on helping to fix it, but then, with some delay, he nods again and passes the helmet into the other man's hands. For a few seconds there is silence in their empty base. It was either embarrassing or oppressive.

— Tech.

One of them almost jerks when the silence is broken by Crosshair's voice. For all his taciturnity, it wasn't hard to notice when his silence became strained, almost tortured — especially considering there had been reasons for it in the last few rotations.

— I need you to promise me something.

Tech looked at his brother expectantly, studying and somewhat concerned, without lifting his head. So much so that he even stopped his repairs.

— I can't promise you anything, — the intelligent clone objected in his usual tone, though it was noticeable how the intonation had changed to a more ingratiating and cautious one, — Not until I know exactly what the request is.

Crosshair's choice of words was painful, difficult, unfamiliar to him. Normally he didn't have to search his own mind to find a clear and often witty answer, but now he needed every fiber of his being that wasn't occupied by the aching pain of the fracture and the swirling pack of thoughts that kept him busy. It was proving more difficult than he would have liked. It was noticeably alarming.

— If something goes wrong, — Sniper's voice was slightly hoarse, as if the words were sticking to the walls of his throat and getting stuck halfway down it. And so it happened — he stopped speaking halfway through, pressed his lips together and frowned, looking down at his feet. He had one last chance to turn this into a joke, to brush it off and pretend he was just worried about their new mission. But he wasn't even worried about going to the surface if they risked not coming back. From the first day he'd learned about the chips, he hadn't been able to escape the idea that he was a wild animal with a faulty shock collar — that he was a danger not so much to himself as to everyone around him.

In general, he didn't care about almost anyone around him. But the thought of any incident affecting his brothers — his family — was devastating. It made him want to bury himself in the snow and never come out.

— Do what needs to be done. — Sniper finally finished his sentence and lifted his gaze to his brother — hard, serious, almost pleading. There was not a shadow of the usual sneer, not a hint of sarcasm or joke to be seen. — Everything that must be done to protect the others.

He rubbed one temple with his fingers, pensive and tense, as if trying to feel the damn chip through his skin, skull and brain membranes. His head hurt more than ever after the crash. He wanted to believe it was a concussion.

— Please.

Tech didn't answer right away. He stared silently into Crosshair's eyes, trying to see a shadow of sarcasm there, or at least his usual sneer. Nothing, just the realization that there was a time bomb in his head and every second could be the last time he would make his own decisions. They had reason to believe that something was wrong. They both realized that.

— I… — He started to speak, but stumbled over his own words, leaving them unspoken. Clone closed his eyes and bowed his head, adjusting his glasses. — I understand why you ask, but I don't agree. We'll take care of the chips. I promise. But I… — It took him a moment to find the right words.

A long time ago, when they were still cadets, Tech had suggested that the squad develop internal protocols for various situations. At first these were situations they had encountered as cadets, then these protocols, which they eventually called plans, evolved into their missions, which they had successfully completed time and time again. They used many plans and solutions that only they understood, but there were also those, just a few, that they hoped never to have to use.

And now, without speaking directly, Crosshair was asking him, in case he lost control, to turn to something that none of the squad ever wanted to think about. And to be honest, they didn't have a plan for situations like this, because none of them had even considered the possibility of such events.

— I'll do my best, Crosshair.

The sniper could only wipe his face with his fingers, shaking his head slightly. As much as he wanted to deny it, there was no one else Crosshair could ask. He trusted them all. But he trusted Tech more than anyone, knowing that he wouldn't put fear of loss before saving his brothers.

— Tech, — The words about how they were sure to handle everything made him want to chuckle ironically. It was a necessary self-deception, but so irrational that he couldn't even believe it was Tech who had uttered that line of reasoning, — We're not going to be able to figure it out. We're stuck here.

The truth was bitter but factual. They were stuck on a snowy planet in the ruins of an abandoned base, on the run from the Empire, with almost no supplies and no place to go in this galaxy, and in the mind of at least one of them was a ticking time bomb counting down the rotations, hours, or even minutes until a switch flipped. The switch that would determine whether Crosshair or CT-9904 was with them. Tech fixes his gaze on the osprey mechanism of his brother's helmet, trying to hide in repair from the brutal truth.

— I know you can find a way out of almost any trap, — Sniper shakes his head slightly, nervously fingering the cloth that held his broken forearm around his neck with the fingers of his healthy hand, — but there may be no way out of this one. It's a dead end. We don't know if we have time.

He could trust Tech. He knew he would put the team ahead of emotions or sentimental attachments - even if it had to be done the hard way. Even if it cost someone's life.

— It won't be me anymore anyway, — Cross exhaled, lowering his gaze to the frozen metal floor, — There's no point in feeling sorry for him.

Every second of silence echoed in Tech's mind. They were both silent for as long as it took each of them to find the words to tell the other more in thought than they could say out loud.

Tech couldn't maintain eye contact for long and eventually turned back to Cross' helmet. He disassembled the visor, perhaps held in place only by the Force, repaired it, adjusted it, and put it back on, replacing the mount with a suitable part he had found earlier. He checked the settings once more with the datapad, and only when he was sure that everything was working properly did he hand the helmet back to the sniper with a brief nod. In that nod, a perfectly tiny and imperceptible gesture, was the gravity of acceptance. He had been trusted, and the price of that trust was that he would kill someone who had been at his side all his life, since his earliest days, if circumstances demanded it.

If it's best for everyone. If it suddenly turns out that death for his brother would be a more humane release than being locked in his own head while the blood of his own family is spilled by his own hands.

Crosshair picks up his helmet in silence. Until the others return, the whistling of the blizzard is the only sound that breaks the silence of the shelter, and the sniper utters only one thing:

— Thank you.

It echoes like a blaster shot in the snowy desert at the forgotten compound. It leaves bloody streaks in the snow, scarlet furrows and a scattering of droplets. It remains the last thing Tech ever hears from someone who was once his brother.

The barely audible «thank you» became the unbearable cost of a promise he had to keep.

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I thought it was going to be a couple line note BUT WHATEVER. @clownery-and-fuckery you thought I was bluffing? I wasn't. That's our ultimate Fuck-up AU.

[tvshowspoilers]

OFMD episode 7 thoughts

Already know I want that robe Ed has! Dude it’s beautiful and I love the blue

Ed getting the breakfast ready is the cutest thing ever

I’m forever going to be crying that we didn’t see them cuddle! DAVID WHY

Also Ed’s little hum as he’s going down the stairs is precious

Aww Stede being so sweet about the twine on the tray when Ed is so nervous about it (you can hear it in his shudder breath when he says he panicked) (Taika why are you so good at making me feel emotions lol)

“you know that night that I died?” ED. BABY YES HE KNOWS

Still dying about Izzy coming in while they are in dead and his fucking smirk and AGH And Ed is just like, yep saw that coming

AND I AM NEVER GOING TO FORGET THIS LINE “ it’s good to see that it’s not just a ship that’s been good and truly….docked”

Oh yes on second viewing that clock is fucking sus….Zheng Noooo

I actually love Auntie

Also ED IS A CONFIRMED OPEN MOUTH CHEWER lol

Ed’s reaction the the letters “I love that you did that” awww…I hope he finds them! And Stede’s little self deprecating laugh, aw he needed Ed to say that

Dude you can totally tell Ed has never been skipped over…look at the little scoff he does and disbelief

I love love goofy Ed and Stede so much

Also this (Ed’s little speech about drinks tattoos and paps) is something I could totally see Taika saying to a newly famous person??

The revenge boys!!! I love it and Jackie’s little “the Swede will be happy to see ya!” Hehe

Ed’s so nervous for Stede like Stede was for Ed

So Ed’s soft look (outside) was him looking at the fish basket and thinking of a simpler life…so at this point he was already thinking about leaving and Stede and stuff? Expecially after the convo with Izzy? Cause his eyes get really sad.

I still don’t know how to process the fight with Zheng…just that I agree that he was double upset about loosing his found family

I know the little moment of Stede saying “you don’t sound that happy” hurt me cause Ed’s face is like nope and flashbacks to “what makes Ed happy is you” OOF

But, I don’t think it was a full breakup…but it was a discussion that was bound to happen at some point and I’m proud of Ed for explaining he and Stede went over the boundaries he tried to set, for realizing he wasn’t ready for this relationship yet and that he doesn’t know what he is……And that Stede was open to their relationship being “whatever” until Ed is ready

But god I’m still upset about his word choice and it’s been almost 24 hours since this episode dropped “last night was a mistake” still hurts very bad cause like I said…pipeline in Stede’s head to “I was a mistake”

I think it was an alright conversation until Ed said he was leaving (leaving Stede first so he doesn’t get hurt which is what I expected in s1 but figured would happen this season…tho not like this and this close to the season finale…yikes)

And Stede’s reaction about the fish, damn Ed was so proud of that fish…but my two cents, he wasn’t being malicious I think he was just saying one fish does not make one a fisherman

Oh but the “fishermen and pirates are nothing alike like” damn

Steak Knife is lovely

I think laughing at the guy was part drunk Stede and also him covering up the pain of his other kill…idk how to explain

Also we can still hear the ROP screams and stuff during the first part of the credits

Once again, love freaking fang and that roach made mud baths a thing

So yeah, rewatching this episode…it was alright and then got painful toward the middle and definitely second hand embarrassment worthy at the end but I thought it was a decent episode. Of course it had pacing issues but that’s MAX’s fault, not David’s

[maeby-words]

Reflections on a Punishment

I fucked up. Badly. The details are private, but it was something that could have had multiple and significant negative ramifications. Without our dynamic in place, it’s the sort of thing that would have left Sir feeling angry and frustrated. I would have felt guilty. However, we may not have even discussed how we were feeling. If we did, it’d be a brief exchange. Nothing likely would have been resolved. But we do have a power exchange dynamic, and it includes punishment.

We both realized what I had done while we had company, and Sir was about to leave for an appointment. I resolved the primary issue, and I let him know via a text. After company left and we had dinner, he told me to clean up. I indicated I would and went back to my phone. He said he wasn’t asking and to get it done immediately. Then he told me to change into sweats and meet him in the basement. I immediately knew what he had in mind.

As I cleaned up and changed, my stomach felt tight and I had a sense of dread. I do before most every punishment. It always surprises me how much I can need something but still fear it. But isn’t that the point? Punishment wouldn’t work for me if my first thought was arousal or enjoyment. But I also felt a sense of love and a sense of peace.

I made my way to the basement, locking the door behind me. Sir was standing, waiting for me. The bath brush was on the table behind him. He lectured me briefly as I stood before him. I didn’t quite know where to look or what to do with my hands, I felt awkward. The moments before being told what to do with myself always feel long. But I paid attention, absorbing his points. He then put me into position and lowered my pants. He went in hard with the bath brush.

The first dozen or so swats, when it’s punishment, are always the hardest to take. My body wants to react and move, and my mind is still wrapping itself around what’s happening. I fight to stay in position and present myself well. I fight the swirl of thoughts to be in the moment. They’re also some of the most important swats of the spanking. When delivered hard and without a warmup, it takes a spanking from a fantasy fulfilled to pain and contrition. It requires deep submission to not block or move away. It starts to create a real change in behavior and silent promises to myself to never be back in that position.

As the punishment continues, my body adjusts and my mind clears. Submission comes easier. The initial shock is gone. It’s still challenging, but in a new way. This is where continuing education takes place - leaving marks and bruises that will be a reminder of how to behave every time I sit or, for serious offenses, move. A reminder that I earned my spanking, that the punishment was well deserved and well delivered.

Sir had me move over his lap for more swats with the bath brush, and then onto my knees in front of him. We talked more about what I had done, and he emphasized that it could never happen again. I promised it wouldn’t. We moved on to other important topics. I felt safe and soft before him, grateful for the lesson and his guidance. Grateful that he takes care of me in areas where I don’t always take good care of myself. Grateful he takes the time to correct me, and that it opens up our communication.

Later in bed, we chatted a bit about the punishment and the results. I was back to feeling a bit awkward, trying to synthesize my thoughts on the spot. But thankful he wanted to discuss it. He admitted that he probably went a bit easy on my due to positioning issues, and he said that our normal maintenance on Sunday would be a second punishment given the seriousness of the offense. I sort of mumbled and nodded that it seemed fair, embarrassed to need more. Knowing it would only help. And it is fair. The punishment was hard, but I agree that it could have been much harder and longer. The consequences I could have faced pale in comparison to any punishment from Sir. I haven’t been spanked to tears, but if ever there was a time to try and take me there this was likely it.

Not that there isn’t continuing education going on today. My sit spots have a deep ache, a reminder every time I’m seated that Sir loves and cares about me. That he believes that I can do and be better. That mistakes are made and forgiven. I expect that Sunday’s punishment will not be easy, and I have a healthy amount of nervous energy about it. But I also look forward to it in the sense that Sir knows what I need without me even having to ask and cares enough to provide it. We are both better for it. In that sense, I couldn’t ask for more.

[deskgoblin]

"What Makes You Think I'd Like You?" | Arataki Itto x Reader | Police Officer! Reader x Gang Member! Arataki Itto | Smut | Enemies to Lovers | Side Characters x Reader (Chapter 2)

“You’re stuck here with me.” The words reverberate in my head as the oni slowly walks towards me. I hear the door click, but I quickly put my hand up to prevent them from coming in. I got up from my chair and leaned against the wall. Itto towers over me and I peer up at him smiling softly, “If you let me help you I can get you out of here. It’s that easy.” He peers down at me calculative and before I could process the swift motion, there was a loud CRACK sound behind me. Itto’s face inches away from mine, his fist inside the wall behind my head. It took me a second to process the damage he has done and I’m stuck staring at him with this perplexed and disgusted look. He stares at me in contempt before he saunters to the table, and sits down in the chair with a big huff. “Now if you’re done,” He places his feet on the table and leans back, his arms behind his head, “I’d like to be interviewed by someone else or I’ll hire a lawyer and make a bigger issue. A little redhead owes me a favor anyways.” I curled my lip and grumbled under my breath before leaving the interrogation room. Childe opened the door for me and I heard him snickering behind me. “You know if he lawyers up, the department will be screwed. We don’t have any reason to hold him and you’re just bullying him.” Childe flicked his lighter, it danced in front of his face and illuminated his dim eyes. “Now I’m aware, but..” I moved my cigarette towards his lighter, “I really feel like they are involved with something.” “Hun, you know it is okay to be wrong sometimes. It’s hard being a detective that doesn’t leave her desk..” He trailed off quieter towards the end, inhaled a large cloud and exhaled facing away from me. I rolled my eyes and burned through my stick fairly quickly, it burned the back of my throat and I held in the cough so as to not embarrass myself. Tartaglia was right however, I needed to be able to keep my title and not stir in places I am not entirely sure about. It was imperative I kept my shit together, I have a cat to take care of. Tartaglia scooted a bit closer to me, his breath making a faint mist in the glowing red light of his dying cigarette. “Hey Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to tag along with me on an investigation tomorrow. It’s just a minor interview with some locals but I think it would help you ease back in.” I grimaced and looked away, dropping my cigarette on the ground and smashing it into the ground with the toe of my shoe. “I’m not sure if I can.” “I’ll get you breakfast..And out of morning interviews~.” He cooed. I perked up at his offer, “And out of morning interviews?” “Yes, hun. I said that, good job. Are you interested now?” I smiled softly and nodded. “Sounds like a date, I’ll come get you early. Be down by 7:15, alright?” He began walking away before I could rearrange the time. Upon arriving at my apartment I felt a presence loom over me, something that made me uneasy. I put my thumb over my retractable spear, a device Xiao made for me that can withstand immense amounts of air pressure and can fit in my pocket. I treasured its protection over me and caressed the release button in my pocket while studying the windows and exits of my home. I turned the corner and suddenly I felt a sharp inducing pain in my leg. Two little fangs on my calf and about fourteen little toes clawing at me, Salem, my beloved tortoiseshell girl. A polydactyl cat with about twenty-eight to thirty-two toes, can never remember which number it was. However, she was special and deserved all the detail to be poured into her. The impending doom left my shoulders as soon as she surfaced from the hallway, and I was met with her demands of extra food. That thirty-five pound piece of lard doesn’t need a thing extra, however, I cave and give her a bit of tuna I ate straight out of the can for dinner. I never was one to cook since joining the force, I felt the soul sucking start when I didn’t want to cook anymore. I still enjoy it, but don’t have the heart to put love into something that doesn’t last long. I’m beyond dead in the mornings, so far gone that getting out of bed flashed into Tartaglia’s car. I gurgled something incoherent as he handed off a warm coffee to me, I popped the cap off and downed it as fast as I could. I can hear him giggling and saying something sweet yet somehow in a condescending tone, turning at the now green light. “Are you alright? I’ve never seen you up this early.” “I think you need to talk less until lunch time.” I propped my head against the window, my vision blurring into a calm black as my eyes closed. I felt the car’s engine turn off after what seemed like nothing short of a few minutes, half asleep I stirred only for a few seconds before falling asleep again. Something began to move my hair and rub against my face and before I knew it, my window was open and my head hit the frame of the car window hard and suddenly. Childe burst into loud and shrieking laughter, he covered his face and rolled up the window. Tears ran down his eyes and he began to hiccup between chokes of laughter, “Oh my - hic - god! Are you okay?!” He continued to laugh but it became softer as the hiccups pierced his excitement. Childe placed his hand behind my head and pulled me to him before kissing my head, he stroked my hair still laughing between hiccups. “God that was funny, but seriously, are you okay?” He pulled away slightly from me and pushed a lock of hair behind my ear and smiled softly. I breathed hard out of my nose and unbuckled my seatbelt, and rushed out of the car. I bent down to the side mirror of his car and fixed my disheveled hair before taking in my surroundings. A small village with some kids playing in the backyard of an old woman’s house, she stood by her mailbox staring in our direction. I looked over at Childe and he smiled at the older woman, waving to her and getting his notepad and recorder. We approached her and Tartaglia began running down the process of interviewing her as a witness. I zoned out and ended up staring at the ocean long enough to have tuned out the entire conversation. “And my partner, Officer L/N..” Tartaglia yanked on my arm, linking his hand around my forearm. “Is shadowing this interview so don’t pay too much mind to her, alright?” He smiled sweetly at the woman and as soon as she turned around, he shot me a glare. “You’re supposed to be paying attention. I didn’t buy you coffee and deal with your grotesque snoring for you to not care about this. Please respect me.” I was caught off guard, I stuttered out a reason for my lack of attention but couldn’t come to a conclusion. He shook his head and put his hand on the small on my back, leading me towards the woman’s house. It wasn’t until we walked through  the door he stopped guiding me with his slender hand.

[cloudbattrolls]

Brave New World

Rivali Tescin & Anleih Pewsey | Kaningård Cavern | One Perigee After the Defeat of Ozryel & Her Children

Rivali looked at the design plans and sighed. They were taking time off work for this?

If they weren’t being paid well…

“Whatcha frowning at, sport?”

Their ears flicked slightly in annoyance as they turned to look at Srevni, who smiled at them - in troll form, because right now the cavern was full of new people. Their silver eyes gleamed with amusement, their braids shifting slightly as they moved. 

“This is going to be difficult.” They said, pursing their lips. “I’m not sure it’s even worth it.”

“I dunno, I think it’s worth a shot. Maidel said it could work, and he knows animals pretty well.”

“I’m the one who actually works with lusii.” Muttered the jadeblood.

“Good for you.” Said the hybrid cheerfully. “Now learn to accept a second opinion from someone who’s handled animals for sweeps before you started learning to kill them.”

Rivali grumbled, and their acquaintance laughed and walked away.

They looked around, still amazed at how different Kaningård looked now. 

They stood in one of its recently cleaned rooms, the formerly near-empty cavern now bustling with construction droids and workers. Laughter and the noise of drills and material being hauled floated in from the nearby tunnel. 

They looked at the plans again. Breeding lusii specifically for mutants…was such a thing even viable? Not to mention the ridiculous idea of trying to train the beasts to cooperate with each other. So much effort for uncertain gain.

They sighed. They supposed they ought to find Maidel after all.

The komondor troll walked out and asked one of the workers where the cuspblood might have gone, and they waved a hand toward the nursery.

Well, at least they would get a nice walk in.

“Hey - um, sorry, can you help me? I’m looking for the matron superior’s office…”

It was a jade, one probably at least their age or older, but who moved with the nervous hesitancy of a troll several sweeps younger. Rivali wanted to turn a hundred and eighty degrees and walk in the other direction, but no, Daudre would chide them and Srevni would make fun of them. They resigned themself to playing tour guide.

“No use pointing you that way.” Said Rivali dryly. “Come with me.”

They blinked, their large ears flicking, but they dutifully followed as Rivali set a brisk pace deeper into the cavern, toward the nursery.

The jade, fingers nervously threading together, wore glasses and had a short bob, dressed in very boring standard issue gray clothing.

“Um, what’s your name? I’m Anleih…”

“Rivali.” They said with a sigh, then their ears flicked. “Forgive my lack of enthusiasm. This isn’t technically my job, because I am no good at it.” They said with a trace of humor.

Their castemate flushed jade and made an embarrassed meowing noise as they crossed into the deeper levels of the cavern, going down a somewhat winding ramp.

“Oh! I’m sorry! I just -“ 

“Don’t worry about it.” They said, shaking their head. “I know this place better than the others do. I might as well take you.”

They walked quietly together for another minute or so, Anleih looking around in curiosity at the murals that had begun to be painted on the cavern walls. Rivali would grudgingly admit they were beautiful, even if they had to look away from the depiction of themself heroically wielding a gun in embarrassment.

Anleih squinted at it.

“Hey, isn’t that -“

“Why don’t we keep moving.” Cut in the lusus wrangler.

“Oh! Uh, okay.”

Rivali walked ahead of their companion so that they wouldn’t see the faint dusting of jade across their own face.

“Soooo…” said the other troll slowly. “Where are you from?”

Rivali deducted some sanity points from tonight’s score preemptively.

“Hanhai originally.” They admitted. “I work in Temasek now.”

Predictably, the other jade’s eyes grew wide.

“Wait, so you really are -“

“Do not treat me that way - please.” They tacked on, pained. “I am not some…” they waved a hand. “Noble person. It was my home. It was threatened. I came to defend it.”

“But you -“

“No.” They insisted. “I helped. But I was not the one who gave up the most that day.”

Anleih looked extremely confused.

“Everyone says you killed that creature…”

“Everyone does, don’t they.” Muttered the jadeblood. “Well. Between you and me, everyone is wrong. That’s what we said for the official records. Since you are here…you know as well as I do that official records are often flawed at best.” They said with a dry smile.

Anleih did manage a smile, nervous though it was, and a nod.

“I shot Ozryel. That much is true. I helped take her down, and I helped get the matriorb to safety. But I was not the one who finished her.”

Rivali pushed open the nursery door, not bothering to knock.

Derelict for so long, the room next to the cavern’s young mother grub’s was now warm and cozy, bedecked with knitted blankets and soft toys. A tank of snails stood in a corner, and several sopor-filled cradles lined the walls. Vines hung from the ceiling, providing extra oxygen for the grubs, and patches of luminescent moss shone on the walls. 

Rivali walked toward the large rug in the center, where a person lying on their back was chattering animatedly to three grubs stacked on their belly in a comfortable pile. One grub had a cloudy eye, another was lime, and the third was missing two legs. 

“Then I punched the shark again! Knocked some of its teeth out - ”

“Ahem.” Cut in Rivali curtly.

Anleih looked at the - jade? Yes, there was a jade microscopium symbol on their chest - who looked back up at them with bright green eyes, their long wavy hair splayed on the floor shot through with gray, face round but with a pointy chin. 

They had a rather homely appearance, with the black marks on their face and their wide mouth, but they looked so friendly and enthusiastic that the newcomer couldn’t help smiling too.

“Get up, Vannyn, the new hire is here and I knew you wouldn’t be in the right place.” Rivali said, crossing their arms.

“Yes, mother.” Retorted the floor jade with cheerful flippancy as they grabbed for a nearby silver cane, one beautifully engraved with…beetles? And a crocodile, a butterfly, other animals too…

Then they gently shooed the grubs off them, despite the infants' protesting squeaks and chitters. Then they struggled to their feet, wincing slightly, showing themself to be slightly shorter than Anleih and a good deal rounder, with spiny horns that pointed back over the top of their head.

They were dressed in a beautiful jade and black outfit, with a shimmering green shawl over their shoulders, blue and pink studs decorating their ears.

“Hello! My apologies for the informal reception, but I assure you I’m quite happy to see you, mx. Anleih.”

They stuck their free hand out and the jade shook it, a bit bemused.

“So, you’ll take me to the matron superior…?”

“Oh! Right. Haven’t got my name tag on.”

They rummaged in their sylladex, and promptly slapped a small metal rectangle on their chest.

Anleih blinked, and read it.

ETUUYA VANNYN (MATRON SUPERIOR) 

There was also a little snail inscribed on it.

Then they blushed.

“I’m…I’m…oh my god…”

The microscopium jade didn’t seem bothered at all, instead laughing gently. The grubs trundled over one another on the rug, nibbling on each other’s horns.

“Do not fret! I don’t fit the traditional image, it’s true…but this is hardly a traditional place, hm?” They said with a knowing smile.

Anleih nodded.

“I’m, uh, I’m excited to help with grub development, and mother grub care…”

“Yes, yes, we definitely need you! Not a lot of trolls who’ve cared for a juvenile, and even fewer with our particular beliefs.” They said a bit dryly, making their slow way to the door. The younger trolls trailed behind them as they leaned heavily on their cane.

“Where’s Maidel?” Rivali asked impatiently. “I was looking for him to see if this plan of yours can actually work.”

“Oh, he left, but he’ll be back.”

They sighed.

“He better be.”

“Or what?” Said Tuuya cheekily.

“Or I’m hiding your tea.”

They gasped in mock affront.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

Anleih looked between the two in deep confusion. This wasn’t how any matron superior she’d seen ever acted with their jades - or any lower-ranked jades.

Tuuya noticed their expression and laughed. Another jade with a genet around their shoulders slipped into the room and began keeping an eye on the grubs, setting up water bottles for them. 

The matron superior waved to them, and got a smile in return before looking back at Anleih.

“I am a bit…different, as you’ve surely noticed, and will keep noticing the longer you stay! I do hope you’ll be happy here.”

“Oh, no, I’m - I mean, it’s great, it’s just - ” she paused.

“I can imagine what a jade with invisibility psiionics who isn’t strictly a woman would have gone through elsewhere.” They said shrewdly. “Not to worry. There’s none of that here.”

They nodded, embarrassed to be so easily read.

“Now! Let’s go see our fresh young progenitor.”

Tuuya lead, slowly but surely, and Rivali and Anleih followed.

[flowerygoblincroissant]

This was one of the many downsides to living as a secret werewolf in human society, though I was honest with my partner about my secret, I didn’t mention the silver issue. They were the best SO I ever had, the only one I told about me being a werewolf, I just never brought up my allergy because I didn't normally wear jewelry and neither did he. The genuine look of love and hope in his eyes made my heart melt, I didn’t want to hurt myself with the silver, but I couldn’t say no to the man I loved so much.

"Yes, I'd love to marry you!" I chimed.

He beamed as he put the ring on my finger, the pain feeling like a hot coal burning me, but I tried to grit and bear it until I could get a replacement. The way my skin turned bright angry red had other plans and they immediately turned worried, when I kissed them as people cheered, then lead them to an empty hall.

"What's wrong with your hand, are you ok?" he asked

"It's fine, Alex... I just want to get home and celebrate with you alone." I lied.

"Please don't give me that, Tyler, what’s going on?"

I sighed, embarrassed that my skin gave me away like that, but I couldn’t keep him from that information any longer.

"Silver hurts werewolves... the ring is pure silver." I replied.

Their eyes widened for a second before he took the ring off, lead me to the restroom, and put my injured hand under nice cool water as he apologized profusely.

"Babe, it's ok, you didn't know, I didn't want to embarrass you in front of the restaurant." I said.

"Still, I should've known, all that research on werewolves I did only to buy something that hurt my werewolf fiance, I'm an idiot!"

I put my uninjured hand on his cheek, lifting his face up to look at me with nothing but love in my heart for the caring man.

"This doesn't make you an idiot, I didn’t tell you because I didn't think it would pop up, but now you know- you might be an idiot for the other crazy things you do, like falling in love with a werewolf, but you're my werewolf loving idiot and I couldn’t be happier to have you by my side, I love you so much and I can't wait for you to become my husband." I said.

"I love you too, you big fluffball." He said sniffling.

I wiped his tears and kissed his forehead, the two of us heading out and paying for dinner, passers-by congratulating us on our way out. The next day, we got rings with no silver in them and we celebrated the engagement with close friends and family, who were apparently waiting for a long time and placing bets on the crazy things that would happen when one of us would propose, my father ended up owing my uncle 50 bucks for the ring thing. In the end, it was a happy affair filled with supportive and caring people who joined us for the ceremony for our love, life wasn’t so bad as a werewolf with the people I had around me.

You are a werewolf trying your best to live peacefully among humans, but your SO has just proposed to you with a ring of pure silver. You genuinely love and want to marry them, but you also have to somehow get out of accepting this ring.

[msclaritea]

The Underground Bunker

LAPD was quick to answer Scientology’s call to detain former cop at weekend protest

TONY ORTEGA

OCT 25, 2023

Bryan Goland, 48, tells us that in 2021 he left the LAPD after nearly 20 years to get a job he enjoys much more: Providing security to high-profile celebrities like Elton John.

And on Saturday, he agreed to help out Alexa Nikolas, an actress Goland has worked for in the past who is known for the Nickelodeon series Zoey 101. She’s become an activist who has held numerous protests about abusive Hollywood figures. This time, she was aiming at Scientology celebrity and convicted rapist Danny Masterson, whose victims testified that the church protected him from prosecution for years.

Dozens of protesters showed up for the demonstration outside Scientology’s Hollywood Celebrity Centre, and Goland says he enjoyed meeting the people protesting Masterson and the church.

He admits that he was not really aware of the long-running controversy about Scientology’s cozy relationship with the LAPD’s Hollywood Division, which we have documented here over the years, and which became an issue in the Masterson prosecution. (Goland spent most of his career in South Central, as well as stints in West LA and West Valley.)

Saturday, Goland said he got a first-hand lesson in how quickly the LAPD answers Scientology’s call.

As a former LAPD officer, Goland is licensed to carry a firearm, and he had a sidearm on his belt as he approached the protest. He says he was wearing a blue short sleeve shirt, black slacks, and black shoes, a pretty standard look for someone working security at such an event.

But as he neared the group of protesters, he says someone with Scientology shouted out that he had a gun, and apparently called the LAPD. Within seconds, he says, officers pulled up and detained him, slapped handcuffs on him, and stuffed him in the back of a patrol car, where he remained for the next hour and forty minutes.

[Goland being detained]

“I have a gun card. They had that in their possession. And after an hour I’m still in the back of a patrol car,” he complains. And he was in some significant pain, as well.

“They did the twist technique on the wrist bone with the handcuffs. You do that to someone who is acting up. I was not acting up,” he says. “The only smart-ass thing I said to them was I worked at LAPD longer than all of them combined.” (He sent us the photo above to show that the handcuffs had left marks on his wrists.)

But the most disconcerting part, he adds, was that they began accusing him of carrying a stolen gun.

It wasn’t stolen, but after they finally released him, he wanted to know why they had told him that it was.

“No one would answer the question,” he says.

From their behavior, he surmised that they knew they had made a mistake.

“I can tell you they were embarrassed because they fucked up,” Goland says. “I threatened with kidnap charges if they took me to the station. I know my laws.”

We asked him if, based on how quickly the officers answered Scientology’s call, he thought that the church was getting special treatment.

“The fact that they were there that quick, and that they then kept circling around was mind-blowing to me. There’s definitely something going on,” he says.

WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND IS SUPPOSED TO TRUST GOVERNOR GAVIN NEWSOM, WHEN HIS POLICE HAVE BEEN SO COMPROMISED BY A HUMAN TRAFFICKING CULT, SITTING RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT STATE LIKE A BAD SMELL?

[wuanshii]

NSFW Headcanons!

Pairing: ( Loid Forger and Yuri Briar x f!reader )

Rated 18+ , proceed with caution

LOID FORGER;

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A softie, and a gentleman outside but in bed, he's a complete different man.

Has handcuff and roleplay kinks.

"Nobody's bailing you out baby, so how about we pass some time in...private?" him as a cop on top and you as a thief below him - one of his fav plays.

Aside the roleplay fun, he's into either cuffing your hands on each side of the bed or above the bed before hitting you in the missionary position.

' Fuck !' whimpers in your ear on purpose. As a man, he just doesn't hesitate to moan.

And it sounds extra hot for some personal reason.

He has a praise kink. He just LOVES being praised by you when you're riding him. And that's why he prefers being bottom most of the time.

Hates the term 'Daddy' and 'Mommy' cause parents issue. It's either honey or baby for him.

Has a habit of spanking your ass with his lengthy and veiny hand before slipping inside. Only when the position is doggy.

Actually hates the 'doggy-position' but you cum real quick in that stance, so whenever he's in for a quickie, he'll go for the doggy style.

The speed and durality is INSANE. Lasts for 4 whole rounds.

"Beg." oh the panty vibrator- He carries the controller with him everyday and whenever he's in for some mischief, he'll cutely convince you to wear them only for you to suffer in the end.

Actually knows how to turn you on with his knee; the way he's so tall, the way he presses it in between your thighs and makes circles, the way it rubs on your heat back and forth--- lord have mercy.

No pills! He had heard that pills has a negative and dangerous side-effect on women somewhere and he doesn't want you to suffer. Although it's barely true for most females.

So he uses condom for protection and tries his best to avoid you from going in for pills.

Gentle in every sex position.

And his aftercare game is strong asf. Makes sure you're warm and cozy, all cleaned up, and if you're in pain, he'll place a hotbag on your belly before cuddling you to sleep.

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YURI BRIAR;

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"I wannaaaa have sexxxx!" whenever he's drunk, he's crazyyy.

And boy, the head he gives is soo---- damn pleasing to the point where he can actually make you squirt.

Cause he eats you out in a way as if your pussy is the best fucking thing he has ever had.

Has licked tequila off your chest and nipples once. NEVER again cause your nipples ended up burning so bad.

Wall sex is his thing. Can effortlessly bounce you up and down on his dick.

"Fuckin' slut, is that how you suck a dick?" he seems like a 'sweetie' outside but trust me when I say his mouth just automatically degrades you. Cops instincts kicking in.

Doesn't like being degraded by you though. He'll definitely cry.

Also has a breeding kink. Cumming inside a condom isn't enough, he NEEDS to do it inside you.

"How about we give Anya a cousin brother, or even a sister?~" but only if you're ready. Makes sure he actually doesn't impregnate you without consent just because he has a breeding kink.

Is also into risky sex.

Like sex inside his office without the door being locked. Funny how he once made you suck him dry from below his desk when he was dealing with his boss.

"Yor was soo embarrassed when told her! She was acting as if she's a virgin or smth, hahaha!" man loves to brag about his sex life to his sister.

Says he's in a 'competition'. Perhaps a way to indirectly show his jealousy regarding Loid since he's soo handsome. Yuri fears that Loid might charm you too.

"You see these marks on my back? These hickies? I please her in a way no man ever can, you hear me Loid Forger?? Only I can make her moan and squirt. You could neverrr," sometimes, he takes it a little too far but let him romanticize you in his own way.

Sucks at aftercares! Peppers your face with kisses for 7 seconds and instantly lays on your side to sleep. No cuddles, fuck him!

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