#she can fill any role I need her to fill she’s good at everything she’s adorable in every job outfit I love all her voice lines

[figofswords]

I can do whatever I set my mind to!!!!

[giannaln4]

GIANNA'S KINKTOBER '24 SEASON

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Kinktober day sixteen.

Breeding Kink (3.2k words)

summary: Since the moment he met you, Lando knew he wanted you to be the mother of his children, and that feeling only intensified when he saw taking care of your nephew.

warnings: NSFW, +18, smut, MDNI, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talking, breeding kink.

To anyone else, and as people would expect, seeing your significant other with a child should warm your heart; it should give you a soft spot for the person you’ve vowed to spend the rest of your life with. 

Lando did feel like that when he saw you interact with any kid, like when you were walking in the paddock and a kid came up to him and you always made conversation so they wouldn’t feel so shy, or when a driver brought their kid to the race and you immediately leaned down to talk to them, sometimes even holding their tiny hands as they swore they had the coolest thing to show you.

That was the first few times, at least. But he will never forget how everything inside him shifted when you first met his niece. She instantly fell in love with you, and she needed to drag you everywhere. Who could blame her, really; that’s just the effect you have on people.

But god, the effect you had on him? That was another level, because the way he felt that weekend when you picked up a motherly role when you were with her made him feel something he had never felt before, something he never imagined, and quite honestly, he couldn’t explain it. That was until you were saying goodbye and the little girl nearly cried when her mother took her from your arms, and his hands instinctively landed on your tummy when he walked you back to the car.

The thought of you carrying his child and taking care of them the same way you did with his niece — now that is a fire he could never put out, not until it became a reality. He wanted- no, he needed to make you a mother; he desperately needed to put a baby in you in a way that was almost primal.

You and Lando have been together for years, and it was common knowledge that he wanted kids. Sure, you have talked about having a family one day after getting married, one day, but sometimes he just wishes you could skip all of that and make a baby once and for all. 

For months, he kept those thoughts to himself, not wanting to ruin what you had just because he couldn’t contain his desire buried for a little longer; that was until you babysat your 5-year-old nephew, Charlie.

He came back home sometime in the afternoon, eyes tired and body aching for the intensity of the past weeks. He wanted nothing more than to be with his girlfriend and forget about the world, but as soon as he stepped into your apartment, he heard the TV and loud chuckles coming from the living room.

His brows frowned in confusion as he dropped his bags next to the door and followed the noise, his heart nearly stopping when he spotted you playing with the little kid.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” He said with a huge smile.

“Oh hi, you’re home,” you sprinted towards him, hugging him tightly when he caught you in his arms. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” he kissed your temple. “And how is this little guy doing?" Lando walked towards Charlie, kneeling next to him to be at the same level. 

“Good, we are playing with the puppies,” he exclaimed, his tiny finger pointed at the TV. 

“Yeah? Are they fun?” He just nodded and ran closer to the glowing screen, completely forgetting about Lando’s existence and jumping again as his tired eyes followed the dogs.

“Don’t worry, my sister will pick him up in a couple of hours.”

“It’s fine. He seems happy.”

“And very tired. I think it's time for a nap, what do you say?” You walked towards him, trying to pick him up, but he refused.

“No! I wanna play racing again.” 

“We can play some other time, I promise.” 

He looked up at you, the corners of his mouth turning down as his eyes quickly filled with tears. He shook his head and ran back to Lando, who was still on his knees, as he caged himself in his arms.

“I wanna play racing,” he repeated, this time to your boyfriend, sniffling and wiping his tears.

“Yeah? We can play for a little while.”

“Lando-” The way he just betrayed you, you would never forgive him.

“He’ll want to go to sleep soon, don’t worry.” You saw them walk to Lando’s streaming room, Charlie skipping as he held his hand.

You rolled your eyes and followed them, crossing your arms as you rested against the door frame. Lando tried to pick him up, intending to sit him in the sim, but he nearly lost his mind, as if Lando had no idea how playing racing worked.

“No! Auntie.” Lando freaked out and out and put him back down, looking at you as he begged for your help with a single look.

“I’m right here, sweetie.”

You stepped closer to them, sitting on the chair as you picked him up and put him on your lap. He was happy again, his little feet kicking in the air as he gripped the steering wheel.

“We’ll do one more, okay?”

“Yes!” He happily exclaimed.

Lando watched the both of you in awe as you started the game, showing Charlie all the cool cars he could choose from.

“I want the blue car again!” He said, pointing at the Red Bull. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lando joked. You giggled at this, but chose the Red Bull for the race.

It was a free practice session, so you weren’t actually racing other cars, but you still got to drive it super fast, which is exactly what he liked. 

As the session started, you placed your hands just below his. You were doing all the work, but the illusion was still there. 

It was a little harder to drive like this, but you still managed to put up a few good laps without messing up too much, but even when you did, he was enjoying it, giggling and pointing at the screens as he turned to Lando to ask him an excited “did you see that?” Any time something happened, and every time, Lando would just nod and match his enthusiasm.

The session ended, and just like you did earlier today, you congratulated your nephew for his amazing driving. He took the compliments proudly as if he just won a championship, but his head soon fell on your chest, yawning as he snuggled closer.

“Okay, time for a nap.”

He didn’t resist this time. Instead, he nodded as his eyes closed. Lando helped you get up as you held Charlie close to you, walking towards the guest room; that was the room he preferred, saying your room was too scary and probably haunted.

You carefully laid him down, taking his shoes off and covering his body with a blanket. How was he already in a deep sleep? You had no idea, but you envy him.

While he was asleep, you took the time to clean up the mess he made earlier, picking up all the toys he brought and putting Lando’s helmets back where they belonged. You loved your nephew, you really did, but man, it was really challenging to take care of a child. Not only were they messy and unpredictable, but they had so much energy you could barely keep up. You often wondered how your sister did it. 

Once you finished up, you dramatically collapsed on the couch. “I need to sleep for like a week,” you joked, your boyfriend laughing at your antics.

He made his way to the couch, sitting next to you as he pulled you in a warm embrace, hands caressing your sides as he placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. “Me too, and I was only here for like half an hour.”

“Imagine! I’ve been with him since this morning. I’m never babysitting again.”

“No? But you love Charlie.” He looked at you expectantly, trying to decipher if you were being serious.

“I do, but it’s too much sometimes. I honestly don’t know what we’ll do when we have our kids.”

Our kids. Two simple words that opened up a can that you would never be able to close. He stayed silent, mentally cursing the tent forming in his pants for betraying him in such an innocent moment.

You didn’t think anything of it, nor did you realise what those two words did to him, so you just reached for the remote control and browsed the channels. You ended up picking a cooking show, paying attention as if you would ever cook anything like that.

The entire time, Lando was paying attention to you — all of you. He admired your face, your hands, your hips… your tummy. He couldn’t stop himself from placing both his hands on your stomach, imagining what you would look like carrying a child. His child. He was well aware he was getting ahead of himself, but after witnessing today’s events? God, he needed to do something about it.

Another hour went by, and you were already catching up to your boyfriend’s intentions. To you, everything seemed normal at first, but the lower his hands got and the way his thumb was rubbing soft circles on your stomach, it clicked. You knew how Lando felt about having a family with you, but it never crossed your mind that seeing you with kids affected him so much. Though it all made more sense now, any time you were near a kid, even if you didn’t interact with them at all, his hands would be all over you, and when he got you alone? That’s another story, but you never connected the dots until now. 

Suddenly, a phone call made both of you jump. It was your sister calling you to let you know she was in the building, ready to pick Charlie up. You gathered all his things as Lando greeted your sister, walking her in and guiding her to the guest room.

“Aw, he looks so peaceful.”

“Well, you should’ve seen him two hours ago,” you joked.

“I know,” she laughed with you. “Thank you for taking care of him on such short notice, you saved my life today.”

“It’s okay, I love spending time with Charlie, and I’m happy to do it any other time.” 

“Thanks, Y/N. He honestly loves you, you have no idea how happy he got when I told him we were coming here.” Your sister was about to carry Charlie in his arms, but Lando offered to bring him down to the car. 

Okay, now you got it. You had to admit that seeing Lando carry a little kid did things to you, and since your realisation a few minutes ago, you couldn’t stop thinking about a family; how did you suddenly get your own case of baby fever? Sure, you were still young, and that probably wouldn’t happen for at least a few years, but fantasising couldn’t hurt anyone. 

You walked back to the apartment holding Lando’s hand, his grip so tight you thought he could break your hand if he squeezed a little harder. As soon as the door closed behind you, he grabbed you by the hips and turned you around, his lips crashing into yours in an intense kiss.

Kissing him back, your arms wrapped around his neck as one hand played with his hair.

“You looked so pretty today, taking such good care of the baby,” he mumbled against your lips, biting it sofly. You couldn’t contain the moan that left your mouth, only encouraging him further. 

He carried you to your bedroom, immediately throwing you in the bed and hovering over you. He pressed himself further into you, making you very aware of his hardening cock as he nudged his bulge into your lower stomach. You moaned again, your legs going around his torso to pull him down.

“I wanna put a baby in you. God, you would look so perfect.” He didn’t know what to do with you. He wanted to kiss you, bite you; he wanted to touch you everywhere, his own mind making him feel overwhelmed. 

After quickly taking off your shirt, he started kissing you everywhere, a trail of wet kisses making their way down your body. His touch was electric, making you nearly squirm beneath him as your fingers kept a tight grip on his hair, and his words only made the feeling intensify. 

“Lando,” you moaned, he hummed in response, “do it,” you simply said. God, the way everything inside him shifted is something he wanted to remember for the rest of his life. He looked up at you, eyes filled with a hunger and desperation you had never seen before. 

“Yeah? You want me to put a baby here?” He asked you, his big hand falling on your lower stomach as he kissed it. 

“Mhm, yes.” Your heartbeat was as strong as ever, and you were already having a hard time focusing. You needed him to do something and you needed it now. 

“Fuck,” he breathed as his hips involuntarily thrusted into the mattress. His lips kept exploring the lower part of your body as his hands worked on getting rid of your joggers, hands falling on your thighs immediately after to move them to rest on his shoulders. 

“Please, I need you so bad,” you begged, and he assumed you were asking him to pay attention to your poor pussy, which you were, but his mouth is not what you needed right now, so you stopped him after one firm lick. “Inside me.”

“As you wish, my love.” 

He got off the bed to quickly discard his clothes as you did the same with your bra, falling back on the bed as you eagerly waited for him. You felt like his gaze was piercing you as he lowered his body, pressing himself against you.

You moaned in anticipation, your arms wrapped around his neck as you felt your pussy starting to drip with desire. He moved his fingers along your sides and all the way down to your hole, collecting your wetness and spreading everywhere, finally getting to your clit as he rubbed soft circles for a moment.

He moved his mouth to your chest, taking one of your nipples into your mouth as he whimpered, and his mind instantly went to how sensitive and full they would be once you were pregnant, and he couldn’t wait any longer. “You look so fucking sexy tonight, sweetheart... I wanna fuck you so bad.” He was practically drooling as his fingers left your pussy and grabbed his cock, pumping it a couple of times before guiding it to your entrance.

You couldn’t help your gaze dropping to his member, already swollen at the tip and bubbling with precum. It seemed impossible, but you were sure you had never needed him this bad.

He pushed into you, making both of you moan loudly as his eyes met yours for a moment before pressing a kiss on your lips, whispering a little “I love you.”

He didn’t give you that long to adjust. His hands went under your ass, moving you up and down his cock. As if your sex life wasn’t already rough, the intention he had in mind just made him go crazier, because the way he was thrusting into you was bound to leave you sore for days. 

The room was filled with whimpers and slick noises the whole time, moans of each other’s names joining from time to time. “Gonna fill you up so good,” he breathed, his hands squeezing your ass, “fuck, can’t wait to see your tummy grow.” All you could do was moan, the words leaving his mouth putting you under a spell that you could never escape. “Do you want that, love?”

“Uh- huh,” you managed to spit out, fingers drigging into his strong biceps.

“Wanna hear you say it.”

“Fuck- ah. I want you to put a baby in me.” You replied, eyes focusing on what your words did to him.

His hips began to speed up, thrashing your head against the pillows as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot deep inside you. He was so deep you could practically feel him in the pit of your stomach.

“Harder,” you whimpered, and he immediately started to drill into you, the air nearly getting knocked out of your lungs as his grip tightened. 

“You feel so good around me, so so good for me,” he pants, looking down to where you were connected. “Fuck.”

“Ah- Lando.” It felt so good. So good that you are too far out of reality to form any thoughts; you could only think about him and how good he looked above you, with his mouth hung open in pure pleasure as he panted.

One of his hands made its way to your tummy, pressing down where he could feel himself. It was so simple yet so effective; he could feel his cock moving deep inside you. He gragged it further, his fingers catching your clit.

“Fuck,” you let out a broken moan, “just like that.”

He smirked at this; it was like you were begging him to get you pregnant as you began to tighten around him. He knew you were close; he could not only feel it but see it, the way your eyes were squeezed shut as your legs started to quiver.

“You wanna cum? You wanna cum while I fill you up?”

“Fuck,” you screamed as your head frantically nodded. 

“Cum with me, I’m gonna put a baby in there.”

With that, your orgasm began to take over, squeezing around him tighter, triggering his own release. He slowed his movements down and both his hands took a hold of your waist, keeping you in place so you wouldn’t waste a single drop.

Both your moans were even louder as he did his best to continue pushing into you through his orgasm, wanting to pump as much of his seed into you as he possibly could. When he physically couldn’t keep going, he stopped, keeping his cock deep inside you as he tried to catch his breath. 

He looked down at you, a smile adorning his face as he looked down at the mess he made. Slowly, he pulled out, his fingers quickly replacing his cock as he pushed his cum back into you, making you squirm and whimper at how sensitive you were. 

“Gonna have to squeeze for me, love, you gotta keep it inside.” The sight almost made him want to fuck you again; he couldn’t believe how pretty you looked filled up to the brim with his cum.

His eyes locked with yours, fingers going inside his mouth as he licked them clean. He had lost his mind; you were sure of that, but fuck, you couldn’t deny how hot that was.

With a satisfied smirk, he fell next to you, pulling you into his arms as he kissed you once more. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you too.”

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[dykeadvocate]

class president

pairing: abby anderson x afab!reader

summary: abby promises that she will drop out of the class president race if you let her fuck you in the ass.

content: bully!abby, anal, fingering, strap on, manipulation (dubcon kinda then), degradation, squirting, public sex, name calling, teasing, praise, pussy fucking, slapping, nerd!reader.

For as long as you can remember, you have wanted to be the class president. The importance of the role made you squeal in excitement, and it would look good on your college applications. You thought that you would be the only person applying for the role; nobody else seemed interested in it. So, when you heard that Abby fucking Anderson had applied for it, your stomach dropped and eyes filled with tears. 

Abby has been your bully since you met her. She would slam your books out of your hands, shove you into lockers, throw paper balls at the back of your head, and make your life miserable. For some reason, everyone loved her. She would win the popularity vote by far, becoming the class president. 

The library is quiet and empty. It would be the perfect time to study, but you can’t focus with the disappointment and dread running through your body.

“Don’t lose hope,” your best friend, Ellie, says, trying to comfort you.

You roll your eyes, slumping in your chair. You catch a glimpse of one of Abby’s posters, her stupid face slapped in the middle of it with the words ‘vote for me’ next to it. She didn’t even put any effort into the poster. You put hours into designing yours.

“If I have any hope, it’ll just make it hurt more when I lose,” you sigh. 

“Don’t sound so pathetic.” 

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of Abby’s voice, giving her a chuckle. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest, her muscles on display. If you didn’t hate her so much, maybe, just maybe, you would find her attractive. She has a stupid, cocky grin on her face that makes you want to leap out of your seat and right-hook her. 

“What do you want, Abby?” you growl.

She huffs, “God, you’re such a defensive loser. I just want to talk to you. Alone.”

Ellie pushes her glasses to the tip of her nose, frowning. “I’m not leaving so you can bully them without a witness.”

“A witness? Are you serious?” Abby shakes her head with a dry laugh. She whacks the back of Ellie’s head, making her yelp in surprise. “I don’t care who’s watching when I make you both look even stupider than you already are.”

Ellie’s finger shoots into the air, “First, fuck off. Second, I’m actually not stupid, I have a-”

Abby groans loudly, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet. You think about fighting her, but you’re curious about what she has to say. She never talks to you in private, no matter how embarrassing the talk is. One time, she told you that your bullet vibrator had slipped out of your backpack in front of half the class. You will never forget that day.

Abby suddenly stops in front of a door, fumbling for a key in her pocket before unlocking it and shoving you inside. The dim light reveals that the tiny room is the janitor's closet. You shuffle, trying to create some distance between you and Abby. The distance is short-lived. Abby slams you into the wall, her hands resting beside your head, trapping you between her and the wall. 

“You wanna be class president, yeah?”

You nod eagerly, “Obviously.” 

“Good. I’ll drop out of the race, meaning you will win by default, if you let me fuck you in the ass, right now.”

You freeze, heat quickly running to your cheeks. You look everywhere but her face as you splutter for a reply, her straightforwardness taking you off guard.

“In the janitor's closet?” is all you can manage to say.

Abby grins, “Yeah, it’s got everything we need.” She gestures to the small wooden table next to you. “Well, what’s it gonna be? My offer runs out in 10…9…8…”

“Okay!” 

“Bend over, then.”

You feel like your heart is going to beat out of your chest as your chest presses against the table. Never in a million years, would have you considered doing anal, let alone with Abby Anderson. She slowly pulls your pants down, her hand gliding over the mound of your ass. Her finger hooks around your panties, pulling them to the side.

She groans softly, her finger sinking into your hole, your pussy clenching and sucking her in deeper. Her thumb finds your clit, and you shudder.

“Y-You just said that you would only fuck me in the ass.”

“Do you want me to fuck you dry or something, idiot?” 

You shake your head, gripping onto the table like it were your life support. Abby toys with you for a while, her fingers slipping out to slap your thighs before slamming back into you, keeping you on the edge of an orgasm. 

“Holy fuck,” she moans. “I knew you were slutty, but I didn’t know you were this slutty. You’re dripping all over me, and you haven’t even come yet.” 

You whimper, her wet fingers pulling out of your pussy leaving an uncomfortable feeling of emptiness to circle the rim of your tightest hole. Slowly and carefully, she pushes her middle finger inside of your ass, hushing you as you start to squirm and whine. It stings at first, but quickly dulls; the pleasure overtakes it.

“That’s it. You’re doing good,” she mutters. “Feels better now, huh?”

Her praise made your heart flutter; you would never have thought that Abby could say anything nice to you, only cruel words left her mouth. She adds a second finger, her hand clamping over your mouth to stifle your loud moan. The tears running down your face soak her hand. 

“Can I fuck you with my strap?” her question comes out in a breathy moan, like the idea of it has her throbbing.

“That would hurt really bad, Abby.” Your words are muffled by her hand.

“Please, I swear I’ll take it slow, and it’s not too big either.”

You laugh. Abby Anderson begging? That’s new. But her words dripped with such desperation that you find yourself unable to deny her, whimpering a soft okay. Her fingers leave your ass, and you hear the unzipping of her pants before the tip of her strap is pressing against you. A cold substance is rubbed around the rim of your ass.

“I thought you didn’t have lube,” You look back at her, eyebrow raised.

She shrugs. “I wanted to feel your pussy, too.” 

A shiver runs through your body, the strong reaction from her words making heat run to your face. You didn’t want to react like this. You weren’t attracted to her, and you definitely weren’t enjoying this, right? Okay, maybe you’re enjoying this a little bit, but you’re still only letting her do this because she’s giving you class president, not for any other reason. 

As she pushes the tip of her strap in, you grasp onto her hand, squeezing tightly. You expect her to shake you off, like she normally would do, but all she does is murmur a quiet praise and squeeze back. It hurts more than her fingers, but the way she talks to you almost minimises the pain.

“Good, fuck, you’re doing so good.” Half of her strap is buried in your ass. “I know, I know it hurts, but it’ll feel good soon.”

Once you give her the okay, her hips wildly slam into you, the hilt of her strap pressing against her clit and making her moan. The sound of moans and wet noises is all that can be heard, and if you weren’t so drunk on her cock, the thought of people hearing would have crossed your mind.

Abby’s hand snakes around your front, finding your clit and rubbing it, throwing you into an orgasm. You scream, your legs shaking and warm liquid splurting everywhere, drenching your thighs and Abby’s hand. Her hips stutter and still, moans stumbling out of her mouth as she comes. She flips your body around, your back hitting the table, and smashes her lips into yours. Your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her in deeper. 

She breaks the kiss, her chest heaving and face red. She slowly pulls the strap out of your ass, smirking when you start to cry from the pain. “Don’t be a big baby, wussy.”

You roll your eyes. Of course, the bully you know and hate is back. “You seemed to enjoy that a bit too much.”

Abby scoffs. “Nah, worst fuck in my life.”

You know, by the way she’s avoiding eye contact with you, that she’s lying, but you don’t press any further. You slide off the table, cringing at the wet feeling as you pull your pants back up. “So, you’ll drop out?”

Abby hums, fixing herself up. “I was dropping out regardless of what you said. Class president is such nerd shit. I can’t believe you would think I was genuinely running for that, stupid.”

Your mouth drops open. “Are you fucking kidding me? I just let you anal me in the goddamn janitor’s closet, and you’re telling me I didn’t have to?”

Abby smirks. “What? Are you saying that you didn’t absolutely love this dick?”

Your eyes sharpen, “Don’t say that like you didn’t just adore this ass.”

Abby doesn’t respond; instead, opening the door and holds it for you. If you weren’t so focused on looking at her face, you would have noticed her foot and avoided it, but you made the rookie mistake of thinking that Abby wasn’t going to be a jerk. 

You trip, grunting as you fall to your knees. Abby barks a laugh, smacking you on the head as she passes. “Such a fuckin’ loser.”

[scorpiosbite]

when actress!reader and drew met for the first time

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── it's your first time in LA, so when your new friend madelyn cline invites you to a club in downtown LA with the rest of her obx castmates, who are you to decline.

𝜗𝜚 pairing: actress!reader x drew starkey

author’s note: this takes place in mid-2024 after the filming of obx 4 wrapped.

you stared at your reflection in the luxurious bathroom mirror, your makeup was light and your hair was straightened and open. yet you felt a bit like that saying 'a pig in makeup.' dressed in a sheer, white, long-sleeve top, a black lace bra underneath, clearly showing through, and black shorts paired with itno biker boots. your fingers, filled with chrome heart rings, sliver earrings of various jewellery brands covering your ears, yet your neck is still bare.

you sigh heavily, being racked with anxiety like this before going out was common for you. there was a reason you barely left your london home except for work. and now, here in LA for the first time and without mimi, your best friend who is the polar opposite of you and the only person who is capable of making you feel calm in these situations, you feel as though you are going to make a fool out of yourself. it's not like you don't want to meet madelyn and the rest of the obx cast, you really do, and you want to make a good impression which is why your anxiety feels worse than normal. the world sees you as this confident enigma, but only you experience this feeling of dread weighing down on your chest that tells you that you aren’t capable of more difficult roles, that you don’t deserve the fame and love given to you, that you aren’t hardworking or beautiful enough, that if people saw the real you, they would hate what they see. this feeling, this voice, is the reason you’re so recluse.

but before you can spiral any further your phone rings. madelyn's name lights up the screen. you pick up, clearing your throat, trying to settle the shake in your voice to hide your nervousness. "hi, maddie" you can hear the smile on her face through her response. "hi, y/n!! are you ready? i'm on the way to your hotel, i'll be there in like 10 minutes." the excitement in her voice eases your anxiety. maddie had dmed you on instagram a few months ago after seeing an interview of yours where you named outer banks as the show you watch during your free time while filming and since that moment the two of you became fast friends. so when you told her you were going to be in LA for the first time for work, she enthusiastically invited you to come hang out with her and her castmates. "yea, i'm ready, i'll come down to the lobby." you end the call and then rush around the room grabbing your bag and filling it with everything you may need, before giving your face and outfit a final check in the mirror before making your way to the lobby.

madelyn texted you that her car was parked outside the entrance when you reached the lobby and the hotel staff let you know that there was no paparazzi outside so you walked outside where madelyn’s driver had the backseat door open for you, you thanked him and hopped into the car and he walked back to the drivers seat and and started driving. madelyn’s smiling face greeted you. “hi, wow you look fucking stunning. it’s so good to finally meet you!” you gave her a bright smile in return. “thank you, you look unreal, and yes it’s so good to finally meet you too!” you gave her a tight hug. “fuck, y/n what perfume do you use, you smell amazing.” “aw, thank you! it’s the kayali vanilla one, babes.” madelyn laughed “what?” you gave her a confused laugh “ the ‘babes’ you’re so british!” you laughed and nodded “i forget that there’s terms we use that aren’t common here.”

madelyn pulled out her phone and started checking something, so you took the time to look out the window and take in LA during the night. “ok so chase is there, so is laci, madison, jd, austin and drew.” you felt your breath hitch at the mention of his name. “drew’s there?” madelyn gave you a knowing smirk. “yea, he’s coming.” you raised a brow. “what was that smirk for?” she shrugged and gave you a downward smile “you’ll see.” before you could question her further, the car came to a stop in front of the club. “we’re here, miss cline.” madelyn’s driver spoke up from his seat and then stepped out of the car coming around and opening the door for the both of you, you hopped out first and thanked him and waited while madelyn got out. she thanked him and then he drove off.

madelyn interlocked your hands together “excited?” you laughed at her excitement. “yea, let’s get a shot in me.” the atmosphere of the club was electric, the people around you were dancing and having the time of their lives. seeing everyone around you, you felt the anxiousness start to melt from your body. madelyn was looking around, trying to find her friends her hand still holding yours. “oh! i see them! let’s go!” she dragged you behind her, coming to a stop at the end of the table. everyone greeted you with bright smiles “guys! this is y/n. but you all already know that” she said in a singsong voice. “we’re all big fans of you.” she added as she turned to you. you smiled shyly with everyone’s attention on you. “hi.” you gave a little wave. your eyes immediately locked with drew’s, even sitting down he towered over everyone. you felt your breathe hitch and your limbs numb. you were suddenly pulled into hugs one by one by everyone else, you muttered greetings but it felt like an out of body experience as your eyes refused to stray from drew’s.

drew felt like he couldn’t breathe, he had spent so many months dreaming of this moment when he would finally see you in person. and all he could think was that the screen could never do justice to you. your energy, your beauty in real life was unmeasurable. “hi, i’m drew.” you smiled at him, a saccharine smile that made his heart stutter. “i know.” you took a seat next to him at the table while austin and jd went to get shots for the table “so y/n, what do you think of LA?” madison asked “it’s quite different to london.” you laughed. you were having trouble focusing as drew’s thigh kept bumping into yours. you thought about how badly you wanted him to use his size and strength against you. if he would throw you and bend you to his will, you clenched your thighs together at the thought.

jd and austin returned with the shots and everyone’s energy immediately skyrocketed. you all grabbed a shot. “let’s have a good fucking night! whoo!!” chase yelled and you all clinked your glasses and downed your drinks. everyone winced but you weren’t phased “what!! how did you not feel that!” austin yelled over the music that had somehow gotten louder. “that was straight tequila!” you shrugged with a smug smile on your face “i’m british, darling, you americans can’t keep up!” you laughed. drew beside you, had a look on his face that was somehow both impressed and turned on. “oh my god! i fucking love this song.” you exclaimed beginning to feel the alcohol travel through your system, taking with it the inhibitions that often consumed you. “dance with me?” madelyn asked and you nodded your head. she grabbed your hand but before she could drag you behind her you turned your head and mouthed to drew “watch me.”

drew’s throat felt constricted, his pants were becoming impossibly tight. you were grinding on madelyn and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. you’re mesmerising and he had to have you. it felt as though time had slowed down and the two of you were the only people in the crowded club. “come on man, let’s go dance.” jd clapped drew on the shoulder. he got up and began making his way to the centre of the dance floor, his eyes still locked on you.

your eyes were closed and you were completely lost in the music when you felt madelyn whisper in your ear from behind. “drew’s walking over, don’t tell him i told you this, but he’s into you.” your eyes snapped open but before you could question her, drew was standing in front of you, towering over everyone in the club. everyone else present faded away as you took in his presence. he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “wanna dance on me like that?” you smirked, tilting your head up, slightly. “you wish.” he smirked down at you. the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night made you bold and carefree and you used it’s effects on you to the fullest. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he brought his hands to your waist, covering the small of your back.

drew’s head felt dizzy, you smelt so good he wanted to drag his tongue across every inch of the surface of your body. he leaned down to your neck inhaling the scent of your perfume and pheromones. “fuck, you smell amazing.” you smirked “yeah? want a taste?” drew threw his head back his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “fuck, y/n, don’t say shit like that.” you leaned up on your tippy toes so that you could whisper in his ear. “why not?” you came back down so that you could gaze back up at him, your eyes big and wide, innocent, like you weren’t thinking all the disgusting things you wanted him to do to you. “you don’t wanna fuck me, drew?”

you giggled as you unlocked the door to your hotel room, drew, hot on your heels. as soon as the door was open drew picked you up and you giggled drunkenly, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. drew’s hands came to grip on your thighs squeezing at the flesh as he devoured your lips with his, teeth and tongue clashing. you moaned into the kiss, your hands scratching at his buzzed head. drew reached out behind you and pushed the door shut. the sound of it echoing through the room but the both of you couldn’t care less. your lace panties were soaked all the way through and you could feel his cock straining through his pants, drew broke the kiss. “you feel what you do to me, baby?” you hummed in agreement already feeling fucked out even though he hadn’t even properly touched you yet “been hard from the moment i saw you walk through the door.”

“need you so bad, drew” you whined, not even caring if you sounded desperate, he was more desperate than you anyway. “yeah? need me that bad, baby? need me in that pretty little pussy?” you nodded, biting your lip “wanna be full of you.” drew groaned “fuck, you trying make cum in my pants y/n?” you giggled. drew began to make his way to the bed, with you still in his arms. he dropped you onto the plush bed and you bounced on the mattress. “are you sober enough to do this? cause i don’t want you to regret this in the morning.” you shook you head frantically. “no, i want you, i’m just tipsy, i told you i have a high tolerance.” he laughed, a low rumble that caused your core to flutter. “that you did, baby.” you spread your legs open to make room for him and he began to unzip your boots and pull off your socks before kicking off his own shoes.

drew kneeled on the edge of the bed, leaning down to attach himself to your neck, biting, licking, and sucking at the skin. your moans were breathy, almost sigh like at the feeling of his lips. his hands brushed at your waist, tugging at the hem of your sheer top. “let me see you.” he pulled it off, messing up your hair as it went over your head. he then moved to your shorts tugging them down your legs, leaving you in your matching black, lace bra and black, lace thong. “fuck, you’re unreal, i can’t believe you’re here right now.” you giggled at his words. “you’re sweet.” he chuckled and he leaned back down to kiss you. “yeah? i’m sweet, baby?” “mhmm.” you nodded as he connected your lips together again. you kissed him back with ferocity. tugging his bottom lip with your teeth, your hands stroked his covered chest, and you broke the kiss, your lips still so close that you could feel his breath on your face. “take off your clothes.”

drew groaned and his face dropped into your neck, before he stood up off the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, moving to his pants unbuttoning them and then pushing them down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers. your mouth hung open when you saw the size of his bulge through his boxers and the wet patch forming on the material. you sat up on the bed and tugged him closer to you by the waistband of his boxers, licking his clothed bulge. “poor baby, so hard, do you need me to help you?” drew whimpered, nodding his head. “need you so bad, pretty girl.” you chuckled, “want me so bad don’t you, drew?” drew’s hips bucked in response a look of pure desperation on his pretty face, oh, you were gonna ruin him. leave him a mess so that the only person he would ever want was you.

you pushed down his boxers freeing his length. his massive cock snapped up, slapping his stomach, the red tip leaking pre cum. your mouth watered at the sight of him, he’s gorgeous. “you’re so pretty and big, drew.” drew whimpered “fuck, you gonna suck me off, gorgeous?” you hummed, your hand coming up to the base of his cock, stroking languidly. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” drew groaned, his hand curling into a fist by his side, like he was trying desperately not to force your mouth onto him. he opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, you parted your lips and began leaving open mouth kisses on his tip. alternating between sucking and kissing, drew groaned from above you, his hand finally coming up to tangle in your hair, never pushing or pulling just resting. such a gentleman you thought, but you wanted him to snap, to use you.

you breathed through your nose and then took his entire length into your mouth, your nose pushing into the trimmed patch of hair at the base of his cock. drew let out a loud groan that reverberated through the room. “fuck! y/n!” you hummed and then swallowed around his length, your tongue still rubbing the underside of his cock, before you pulled off of him to catch your breath. but before you could resume your ministrations, drew placed a hand under your chin, tilting your head up. you looked up at him with a fucked out expression and he look even more fucked out than you. “i’m gonna need to prep you, so get on your back for me, baby.” you giggled excitedly, drew reached behind you and unclipped your bra with ease and practised skill before you laid down onto the soft mattress.

your hair splayed around you like a halo, your cheeks flushed with a daze in your eyes as you gazed up at drew. he leaned over you on the bed, one hand placed by your head and the other stroking your thigh. “i’m gonna take you out after this.” you raised a brow, “oh yeah? what makes you think i’m gonna say yes?” drew smirked at you, he did love a challenge. “alright, if i make you cum three times, you have to go out with me. deal?” you hummed, mulling over the proposition. “you’re on, starkey.” drew leaned down and began kissing and biting your neck, then your shoulders then finally your tits, sucking at your nipple and squeezing the other one with his large palm. “been thinking about feeling these since the moment i saw them on my tv.” he mumbled against the flesh. you could only respond in moans. “fuck, drew!”

drew continued his way down till he was face to face with your lace covered soaked core, he nuzzled his face into your clothed pussy, inhaling deeply. “fuck, you smell amazing.” you whined impatiently, bucking your hips. drew chuckled and hooked his fingers into the band of your thong, dragging it down slowly, the material clung to your centre a sticky film connecting your cunt and the fabric as he pulled it down and off your legs, dropping the fabric onto his pile of clothes on the floor. “god, you’re so wet, baby.” drew said breathlessly. “who’s got you so wet, huh? tell me.” your cheeks flushed in embarrassment “you, drew, i’m so wet, just for you.” drew hummed appreciatively “such a pretty pussy, I knew your cunt would be gorgeous, just like the rest of you.”

before you could say anything in response, drew dove into your cunt, eating you like a man starved. his tongue flicked at your clit, as he spread your lips open with his fingers baring you for him to consume. you gasped and whined, your moans coming out broken. then he sucked your clit into his mouth and his long finger prodded at your entrance. your hips bucked and your thighs squeezed at his head. but drew just held your legs open with one hand as he doubled down on his efforts, he slipped in another finger, thrusting with fervour and you thought you were seeing stars, you had never had a man eat you out like this before. it was like drew was born to live between your legs, like he was made just for you. as he sped up his movements you felt the tightening band in your stomach about to snap. “fuck! drew! shit! i’m gonna cum!” your orgasm tore through you with a rage, as you came with a shout of his name. your back arched off the bed and your legs shook around drew’s head, thighs squeezing him. your puffy clit throbbed and your slick walls pulsating around his fingers.

drew detached himself from your abused cunt, slotting himself between your spread legs, your body was still trembling. “that’s one, baby” you could only muster a whine in response as drew grabbed the base of his cock stroking a few quick times, before slapping the head of his cock against your swollen cunt. “fuck, wait, i don’t have a condom.” you shook your head. “don’t care ‘m on birth control, wanna feel you, drew.” you said, your voice full of your need for him. drew groaned his head bowing forward, as if his was in prayer. his voice conveying his all consuming desire for you. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

drew smeared his pre cum all over your cunt, like he was trying to mark you as his. then he pushed the tip in, your mouth hung open as a gasp escaped your plush, swollen lips. it felt as though he was spitting you open. drew stopped as your brows furrowed and your perfect face scrunched up, mouth still open. he was right, you look exactly as how you did in your sex scene. but seeing you now, in real life, in front of him, as the cause of your pleasure, the feeling was indescribable. he knew in that moment that he lived for you. to be the source of all your joy. you shook your head “no, don’t stop, i want it to hurt, i want to be able to feel you tomorrow.” he couldn’t speak, drew swore that no woman could every make him feel like you did. he pushed all the way in bottoming out, he didn’t give you any time to adjust to his size, pounding into your tight cunt with ardour. your moans and whines came out strangled, your face flushing.

drew’s hand trailed your thigh, grabbing the plump flesh, so tight that you knew that he would leave hand prints, his cock slammed into your walls and he looks so pretty above you, bottom lip bit under his pearly teeth, in effort to keep his groans at bay. sweat gathering at his forehead, that you wanted to lick off, pretty brows furrowed together. you were gripping him like a vice and he knew that he wasn’t going to last long. he brought his thumb to your throbbing clit. rubbing quick circles on the bundle of nerves, you threw you head back exposing your neck as you felt your second orgasm of the night creep onto you. “shit, baby, prettiest girl in the world, fucked out on my cock. you don’t know how long i’ve been dreaming of this.” your tits bounced with each slap of his hips against yours, his heavy balls banging against your ass, the sting adding to your pleasure.

“holy fuck, drew!” your body convulses from your second climax, tight walls clenching hard around drew’s thick cock, he pulled out quickly, flipping you onto your knees as your face buried into the mattress. you panted heavily as he pushed back into you from behind. large palms gripping onto your hips. he picked up his pace right where he left it giving you no time to gather yourself. strong hips pounding against your perfect ass, one hand left your hips that he trailed down your back to your head gripping your hair, turning your head to the side so you could watch him over your shoulder. but you struggled to keep your eyes open.

drew was struggling not to cum, he was nothing if not a man of his word, so no matter how hard your velvet walls clenched around him, no matter how perfect the sight before him was, he had to see you again. so he wasn’t going to lose his chance by fucking cumming too quickly like a teenage boy. “best fucking pussy i’ve ever had.” he praised and you squealed in response, you couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore, let alone words. the only thing you could think of was drew, and how he was splitting you apart on his big cock. the angle of his thrusts hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “fuck! ‘m gonna cum, baby!” you cried out and drew whimpered in relief, he was teetering on the edge and the thought of having to hold on for any longer made him feel like he was going to collapse. “yeah? gonna give me number three, baby?” you pushed your ass back into him matching his thrusts as you whined loudly. drew was hypnotised as your red cheeks bounced on his pelvis, his hand leaving its place on your hip to smack down on the plump flesh, once, twice, then three times, watching it jiggle. “fuck, please rub my clit!” drew obeyed immediately bending at hip and reaching around you so that his long fingers could rub at your pulsing clit with vehemence.

“i’m cumming!” your body shook and your eyes squeezed shut as tears rolled down your eyes, you felt this wetness exploding out of you but you couldn’t focus on it, drew groaned from behind you his hips stuttering as he came with a loud moan of your name his cum pushing into your cervix. he pulled out of you and you felt the mixture of your fluids seeping out of your pussy. drew took two of his fingers and gathered the mixture and pushed it back into your sensitive cunt, you whined in response, collapsing onto your back it’s only then did you see the mess you had caused on the expensive sheets of the hotel bed. “you squirted. that’s so fucking hot.” you felt boneless, completely spent. “ever done that before?” you shook your head no “mm mm.” drew’s face was completely fucked out and you were sure you didn’t look much different. “hold on, baby, i’m gonna clean you up, ok?” you simply nodded, too tired to speak. drew walked to the bathroom and came back with a wet towel, which he used to wipe between your legs and over your sensitive cunt, before chucking the cloth somewhere on the floor, then collapsing next to you on the bed.

drew gathered you into his arms tugging you close to him, his arm under your head and the other around your waist and you snuggled your face into the crevice of his neck and shoulder. your hand coming up to rest on his chest and your legs tangling with his. you have never felt so content in your life. drew spoke in a hushed tone. “so, that was three, can i take you out now?” you giggled in response “yeah, can i tell you a secret?” drew was tracing patterns on your back. “what’s that, baby?” you smiled against his skin “i was gonna say yes anyway, but i wanted to make you work for it.” drew chuckled. “you cheeky minx.” “can i tell you a secret?” you nodded “i would’ve done anything you told me to.”

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god that took me so fucking long to write but i hope it’s not disappointing. thank you for all the love on the previous parts my lovelies!!

[emptinessitself]

It's 3 am and I should be going to sleep but bro my blood is boiling and I just need to get this off of my chest

That older sister in new Lilo and Stitch remake? This isn't Nani.

Nani wanted to be pro surfer sure, hell she had trophies and shit for it, but it never was more important to her than HER ONLY LITTLE SISTER. THAT'S FUCKING WHY HER SURFER STUFF IN BACKGROUND AND NEVER MENTIONED, BECAUSE SHE CARES ABOUT LILO MORE! I'm not saying she should abandon her passion, no! But leaving Lilo behind goes against the very CORE of her character!

Original Nani was so great because she was so loving, selfless and brave despite everything. Never does she ever act like Lilo's weirdness is a problem that needs to be fixed.

I need to emphasize this for people defending live action Nani, as eldest with two younger sisters, NANI'S LOVE FOR LILO WAS NEVER A BURDEN TO HER.

Sure, she sacrificed a lot for Lilo! But does she ever complain, blame Lilo, or take it out on her? No! She truly loved her little sister and would rather fucking die, than even CONSIDER Lilo being a burden, HELL THERE'S SEVERAL SCENES WHERE SHE MAKES SURE LILO DOESN'T FEEL LIKE AN OUTCAST.

"B-but she never wanted any of this, and it's unrealistic if she keeps Lilo."

Bitch it's a story about found family with aliens, who gives a shit about realism?!

And while we're at it the "this ending is so realistic is good" can go fuck itself bc fictional world DOES NOT ABIDE BY REALISM RULES, it's existence is to defy those!

People who cheer Nani for abandoning her sister to pursue a career never had siblings. Nani didn't take care of Lilo out of obligation, she did it because she fucking loves her little sister, as simple as that! If I was in Nani's situation I'd do the same! CPS could try to pry my little shits of siblings from my cold dead fingers, I ain't giving them up, and idc IF they're lucky enough to be placed in a good home, they're my fucking family.

Nani was my role model after I rewatched Lilo and Stitch several times with my sisters who adored the movie. Nani was the only female character I can remember that resonated so much with me. I didn't think about her all the time, but the moments I remembered her were filled with thoughts "I wish I was as good a sister as Nani was".

So yeah. Movie never happened.

There's no Lilo and Stitch remake in Ba Sing Se.

P.s. the idea they had for "Older sibling has a dream but can't pursue it due to having to take care of younger sibling" could work, it's kinda interesting but NOT WITH NANI. She's just everything opposite about this plotline.

[tropes-and-tales]

Friends and Lovers, Part I

(Robert "Bob" Floyd x F!Reader)

CW:  Angst. Unrequited love. Bob is stupid.

Word Count: 1121

AN:  This was requested by the lovely @callsign-frostbite for the April Showers event!

AN2: There is a sequel here!

It’s the mark of a true friend who will pick you up from the airport when you need a ride. 

It’s the mark of the truest friend who will pick you up from the airport at three in the morning, drive you through a rainstorm to an all-night Taco Bell for sustenance, hustle you home to your apartment, and crash on your couch while you shower and sleep in your own bed.

In this way, you are Bob Floyd’s truest friend, because that’s exactly what you do for him.  He was on leave and went back home for it, and you’re the one who picks him up from the San Diego Airport.  You meet him in baggage claim, you feed him, you get him home.  And because it’s so late—or early, depending on one’s view of it—you crash on his couch.

You’re Bob Floyd’s truest, best friend, but you aren’t his girlfriend.  That role is currently held by a woman named Kenzie.  She’s been his girlfriend for nearly a year now, but for some reason, Bob never even considered calling her for his late night (early morning) airport ride.

He only ever considered calling you…but Bob Floyd doesn’t really contemplate why that is.  He is analytical to a fault, an excellent compartmentalizer, and anything that veers to near to feelings, matters of the heart…well, all he needs to know is that you’re his best friend, Kenzie is his girlfriend, and that is that.

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He sleeps in for only an extra hour, but when he wakes, it is to the heavenly scents of freshly brewed coffee and something delicious baking.  When he makes his way to his kitchen, he finds you pulling out a pan of cinnamon rolls from the oven.

“You didn’t have to,” he says, because that’s what he always says when you do any of the hundreds of things to take care of him.

“I didn’t have to.  I wanted to,” you reply, because that’s what you always say back to him.  Because you care for the people in your life like it’s second nature, like it’s no big deal.

You gesture for him to sit, and you bring him a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll so fresh from the oven that the icing you drizzle over it melts into the warm pastry.  You make another circuit from kitchen to dinette, your hands full with your own coffee and roll, and you settle across from him.

“Good trip?” you ask. 

He nods, and he fills you in on everything.  The old high school friends he met up with.  The family dinners, going out with his father and sisters to shoot trap.  His mother fussing over him, his sisters tormenting him.

“Helped my grandma clean out her house a little,” Bob adds as he starts on his third cinnamon roll.  “She’s going to downsize this year, so she’s getting rid of nearly everything.”

That piques your interest; you’re a champion of the vintage haul, haunting estate sales and garage sales and swap meets for old, interesting pieces of anything.  Clothes, jewelry, bric-a-brac for your apartment.  Bob almost wishes he’d taken you along to help his grandma—the two of you would have gotten along famously, he thinks.

“She sent me home with some stuff,” he continues.  “Here, wait.  I’ll show you.”

He gets up and goes into his living room where most of his luggage still sits, waiting to be unpacked.  He digs into the largest suitcase and pulls out a shoe box, then brings it over to the kitchen table.  When he sits, he takes the chair beside yours instead of across from you so he can pass you all the things his grandma gave him.

Later, he’ll blame the setting of the moment.  Maybe he was more tired than he thought.  Sometimes he got goofy when he was tired, playful in an almost drunk way.  Or maybe it was just the perfection of the moment:  California sun slanting in bright and yellow from the windows, the warm scent of the cinnamon rolls.

The show-and-tell starts out great:  Bob passes you old photos, his grandfather’s Silver Star, a scattering of old, interesting coins.  He shows you his grandfather’s old watch—broken, but possible to repair, perhaps.

It goes wrong when he passes you the old jewelry box, the velvet rubbed away from the corners.  He opens it to show you his grandmother’s mother’s engagement ring, a modest diamond set in a beautiful filigree setting.  His grandma had handed it to him, hinted heavily at him using it sooner rather than later.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!”  You take the open box from him and peer at the ring.  “It looks like an Old European Cut on the diamond.  So, like, Art Deco, maybe?”

This is the precise moment it goes wrong.  Bob watches your face as you study the ring, and something—he can’t say what—makes him ease the box out of your hands.  He takes the ring from its cushioning, and he takes your left hand in his.

He slides the ring on your ring finger, and he says “there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you” in a mock-serious tone, a joking-adjacent tone, but the second his eyes slide up to your face to take in your expression, he realizes how badly he’s just fucked up.

Because you aren’t smiling.  You don’ t have that wry grin on your face to let him know that you’re in on the joke.  You’re gazing back at him, serious as a heart attack, but there’s hope in your eyes, a glimmer of something fragile and hopeful, and when he sees it, his own smile falters.

When his smile falters, it kills that fragile glimmer in your eye, and Bob’s stomach sinks, turns in his gut, and he thinks he might puke right here.

“I mean…” he stammers.  “I was just kidding…”

You stare at him for a long beat, then blink rapidly, like you’re clearing your vision from whatever hopeful future he just built up and dashed in under twenty seconds.  You pull your hand from his, yank the ring off your finger so hard that you scrape the knuckle and hiss at the sting of pain.  You set it down on the tabletop with a quiet click, and then you’re on your feet and moving towards the door.

“Hey, wait.”  He stands too, manages to catch you right as you’re opening his door.  He gets his hand on your wrist and stills you enough that you turn and face him.

“You – you’re my best friend,” he says, like that explains anything at all, but you only answer him by shaking your head, pulling yourself from his grasp, and leaving.

[h0onviv]

love love love Jake who knows he's being manipulative, trying to coax you into a quickie because he just wants you so bad, knowing damn well it won't be quick, but also knowing you couldn't say no to him when he gives you that look. Or when he tells you how he just wants to have fun with his pretty girlfriend, how's that a bad thing :((

ೀ TOOK ME 5 FUCKING DAYS IM SO SORRY :c i also kinda went off track... PLEASE INTERACT IF YOU ENJOY!!

ᝰ.ᐟwarnings ¡ DARK THEMES, coercion, verrrryy bad jakey, manipulation, painful sex, cervix fucking, possesive jake, jake is an insecure asshole, quickies uhhhh idk

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He doesn't understand why you just cant be there for him when he needs you? He's always been there for you when you need to relieve some stress so why cant you be a good girlfriend and help him out? You'd guys would fuck like bunnies before but now you can barely spare 10 more minutes? Thoughts flood his head- maybe your not attracted to him anymore, or worse- maybe your seeing someone else. The thoughts plagued his mind even when he pushed them away because he cant stand the fact of you being with anyone else.

His fear of losing you warped into control, all because the idea of losing you was far more terrifying than the guilt of keeping you close by any means. Finding any way to claim you just to reassure himself that 'your not going''. You never even realized how you depend on jake. His voice calmed the noise in your head, and his presence was a kind of safety you couldn’t recreate on your own, jake knew you needed him, how much you depend and trust him. So he decides to use that to his advantage.

He'd disguise it as love, he’d isolate you gently, starting with casual comments like, "I just don’t think your friends really get you the way I do,” or "You always seem drained after seeing them—maybe you should take a break." Over time, you'd find yourself spending more time with just him, because it felt easier, safer. He’d play the role of your protector, framing himself as the only one who truly understood you, making you doubt your own judgment. When you were upset or anxious, not feeling energized enough for sex, just needing to rest. He’d flip it—“After everything I’ve done for you, and this is how you treat me?”— So you'd give in, letting him use your body no matter how sore or painful your core feels from his cock plunging deep, and filling you up with cum again and again.

Begging you before you leave to work for a quickie with his pleading eyes promising that he'll be quick. But behind those eyes is the need to claim you as his, to have you go outside with your pussy stuffed with cum-his cum.

Trying to talk to jake nowadays just turns to sex. Bringing up how you feel isolated and he will look at you crazy before he shrugs it off and kneels between your legs kissing you through your panties. Even when your pussy's still spasming and leaking out his cum- he'll make you miss the first half of your friends birthday party just to shove his cock down your throat... won't let you wash away the mascara that's running down your face.

At first, he might frame sex as a way to feel closer, saying things like, “I just want to be close to you. Isn’t that normal?” But soon, the choice would start to disappear. He’d push you past your comfort zone, brushing off hesitation with, “Why are you acting like this? Don’t you trust me?” or “You’re my girlfriend—you should want this too.” If you tried to set boundaries, he’d act wounded, withdrawn, or angry, forcing you to carry the emotional weight of “rejecting” him. Over time, sex would stop feeling like affection and start feeling like obligation—something she gave to keep the peace, to avoid conflict, or to prove her love. No longer taking his time with you, no more sweet words- just his cock bruising your insides-stretching you beyond belief, just his hands holding your head while he face fucks you. Looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes because he knows-you can't say no to him.

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[b1asho]

Wof ocs: land-dwelling seawing and grounded skywing (aka Kelp and Osprey). It’s not like they Can’t swim or fly, but it’s a lot harder for them than the average joe.

I don’t have a whole lot of plot for them; they mostly just travel together avoiding the active battlegrounds and maybe help escort an ailing Mudwing kid to her family at some point. Par for the course with my ocs, they’re both losers. They initially only really hang out together for the mutual benefits: Osprey is intimidating enough to ward off most bandits by looks alone and has a more realistic approach to setting goals and general direction (filling in a leadership role and balancing out Kelp’s lack of a backbone or stranger danger sense and curbing her absurd fantasies ) while Kelp knows a little more about *how* to actually get things done and has a better approximation of people skills (filling in Osprey’s considerable gaps in knowledge about anything that’s not farm animals or military tactics and balancing out his aggressively distrustful demeanor that prevents him from asking for help. She’s also the one who can talk their way into and out of situations) they eventually figure out they’re a good team and more or less hang around each other

Right now I think the two are somewhere on the coast near the Diamond spray delta????(google map of Pyrrhia idk)

Some general info related to what’s on the page:

Every tribe has a lot of regional variety in terms of physical appearance. For skywings, the northern ones are the most populous and have united the other major aeries under the goal of pushing for imperial expansion on the side of burn. Northern skywings have the most dimorphism between males and females as well as the brightest colors out of the skywing region types (females have a very distinct reddish orange coloring while males have duller browns and yellows, as opposed to ospreys group where it’s switched to darker brown f vs lighter brown m) This is because they have the most unbalanced parental care system, where the male raises the chicks alone while the female leaves. No matter the type of physical difference, the social separation is ever present and more or less as extreme (completely matriarchal). An aerie is a nesting area for a group of related individuals, where there is one dominant female, a pool of married-in males (one is chosen every season to be the matriarchs pair), some other female subordinates, and the matriarchs kids (including some adult males). Females are leaders, hunters, and providers while the males do menial labor or domestic, and craft tasks. Among all skywing ethnicities, there are cases of males being born with female coloring or vice versa. Males with female coloring do not have a place in society according to their rules, since they look like a female but can’t lay eggs (meaning they are ‘broken’ in the eyes of their peers. They can’t even participate in making eggs because that would look gay and I’m deciding that theyre homophobic for fun/because of the sanctity they put on the hetero-ness of their everything). They’d normally just be driven out in bigger northern aeries, but Osprey is an exception because of his slightly different culture and because his group needed every worker they could get to survive on their land (he was kinda just treated like a defective female that has to work with the males. Not fun). A female with male coloring is more tolerated ONLY if they stay celibate and out of the way of the “real” females (often, they are just put in all-female homes as an attendant). Ospreys aerie was a small and rural one that practiced subsistence herding/hunting, so it wasn’t hard for a northern recruiter to strong-arm them with a little military coercion and cash into giving up their eligible youths for the draft. He didn’t really feel a particularly strong bond with any of his family group due to their previously described sentiments towards his condition, but it’s still a blow to the ego to know that they sold him off to die for not even one iron ingot. He got lucky with the force he was taken into (they got bronze swords and leather armor, which is more than some other skywing soldiers) but not so lucky with the area he was sent to (Sandwing ambush). After being badly wounded and finding out he was the only survivor, he fled rather than going back to a northern base and has been evading capture (and execution) since. The lack of depth perception/decreased vision in general means he can seriously mess up landing and taking off in crowded areas like a forest, and can’t do a lot of complicated maneuvers anymore. Despite already being jaded and cynical at his big teen age, he’s not really equipped to be on his own at all and has been thrown off the deep end in terms of experiencing the world for the first time.

Seawings live in pods of family members and some outsiders. Unlike other dragons, they are actually led by a pair-bonded male and female rather than it being a female-led harem type thing. This pair are the bulls, and they’re bigger than everyone else because of hormones (they’re the only reproductive members. This is enforced to varying degrees between pods, some larger more organized ones even have legislation about it. Homosexual activity is encouraged to prevent threats to the bulls (aka new kids or a new mating pair). Through interacting with other tribes, some of the more powerful “superpods” made up of multiple family lines have adopted a more female-dominant system where there are still physically distinct bulls but only the female does any governing. For trade and other stuff, too, pods will normally only send their female members since no one else would respect a male. Kelps pod was a mid-sized one that was technically a part of another super pod’s domain, but they only really interacted through some resource taxes and occasional new laws being delivered. Kelp was on the bottom rung of the social ladder and chafed a lot with her pod because of her general weirdness and lack of strong allegiance to her bull (her mother). She still feels sentiment towards them because they raised her, but was never able to fit in. The superpod they were under was allied with blister, making their territory a target for mudwings and skywings. Eventually, Kelp’s pod was affected by this when an ongoing battle between the superpod’s troops and some mudwings spilled into their land. The superpod forces lost and Kelps home was looted, in the process she was burned and separated from the others. For about a week she hung around tending to her own wounds to see if her pod would regroup somewhere, but eventually left to find a real doctor (trying not to think about the implications of them not coming back) it’s been about a month since then, and she has somehow been stumbling by using her craft skills. Shes been robbed several times and has only gotten away with her life thanks to the good ol tail slap+ massive seal teeth jaw strength combo (other than that all her health problems are 100x worse because she’s on land most of the time to avoid Mudwing-patrolled rivers and the hostility of other pods.) She’s never been outside her pods range before and the world is not so great, but she has a positive outlook (some might even say a foolishly optimistic one).

[abyssalzones]

can you tell us about your interpretation of the better world universe!!!! especially curious how stan/mystery trio works into it

hell yesssss I definitely can. ABW is maybe my favorite niche gf thing and probably the only "AU" I care about but that may be due to the fact that it's an AU that exists in the canon and we know so little about it. so it has an established foundation that you're left to fill in the details with yourself... it's like a poke bowl to me. you can put anything in there

and since I felt like it here's a bonus pic of them living their best lives pestering ford

[explanation-y stuff under ze cut because I got very longwinded]

as for specifics of how I see everything working out, there's a few key points that establish why things happened differently from canon, the most important being:

Stan agrees to hide journal #3 somewhere

Ford reunites with fiddleford and they begin working together again

both of these are already confirmed in canon, the first being the most obvious "schism" between timelines. literally everything in ABW is the way it is because stan made a different decision. kind of crazy in terms of its implications: I feel like that moment in the basement is a really good example of how stan gets so few opportunities to shape her own life (while ford is in the picture...) because of her role as the 'black sheep' twin. it's not exactly a premeditated decision to push ford into the portal, it's her acting on feelings that have been bubbling unaddressed under the surface for 10-something years at that point, and only then does she have any sort of power over the "narrative" of both her life and the story itself, something that from her pov has been ford's story. and in the canon timeline, she says no.

so like, what the hell made her say yes in ABW's timeline? this question kind of haunts me because I feel like it has to be entirely dependent on what the inside of stan's head looked like at the time. it's possible something influenced her, but overall I think it's more interesting if ford did and said all the exact same things up until this point and it really was entirely dependent on stan's decision internally.

so stan says yes, goes on a big trip to the other side of the world somehow, and buries journal 3 somewhere probably never to be found again. yay! but, uh, going on a trip like ford was suggesting would... take weeks. that would leave ford alone again. and not to have my established thoughts informed by new material or anything but bill did give him 72 hours.

so, next order of business: how in the fuck would ford convince fiddleford to rejoin him??? I'm unsure between journal 3 and tbob's information how ford may have tried to reach out to him but it seems like fiddleford was pretty adamant about staying away from that guy, out of guilt or fear of bill/the portal or both. I don't think logically it would just be a matter of ford calling him enough times or finding out where he lives- and I think that's kind of getting away from the point of why ABW is the way it is too. if stan is suddenly making decisions that are influencing ford's life, I think it would be similarly interesting if fiddleford also possessed some unique autonomy in this scenario.

aka I think ford got fucked up badly (possibly involving losing an eye) and fiddleford found him half-dead while trying to burn his house down. [mabel voice] romance!

to clarify: I don't think fiddleford is obligated to take care of ford. a major part of him leaving the project was finally making the decision to leave a situation that was hurting him, that he'd been staying in entirely because he still cared about ford and felt on some level he could still help him (which gets broken with "I don't need you!") and I think that's a very reasonable decision on his part. but I also do have to think about all the times ford has been "the hero" in situations where fiddleford ends up hurt and helpless because of something traumatizing. I think it'd be fascinating to see that reversed and have fiddleford actively making the difficult, messy decision to take care of that guy even when they're on miserable terms. and so begins like a solid week of these two desperately trying to look out for eachother in a nightmare scenario where one of them probably needs to go to a hospital + keeps getting possessed off and on and the other is going through the worst addiction/withdrawal cycle of his life irt the memory gun. yay! (part of the reason this even works To Me also is heavily informed by the lack of secrets: if fiddleford is actively dressing that guy's wounds he can't really keep it all to himself anymore. crushingly intimate perhaps...)

stan gets back eventually. such is the context of this pic

from there it's a nebulous grab-bag of things I think could happen up to the foundation of the institute.

how do all three of these incredibly fucked up individuals get along? well they don't but then they do.

how do they get bill out of ford's head without performing amateur brain surgery? idk. my best guess is a fiddleford and stan bonding trip into ford's mindscape that potentially helps answer the first question. possibly utilizing the memory gun. shrugs.

what's up with that one picture you drew of parallel fidds holding the memory gun up to ford's head? well. okay that one might or might not be something that actually happened but the idea was just that ford is coping badly with a few specific things and I liked the idea of fiddleford "holding onto" something for him to remember and work through later when he's ready to deal with it, it's an interesting reversal of how he's normally more of a memory sink.

from the point in canon about them stabilizing the portal so that bill can't use it to get into their dimension anymore onward, I think it just becomes a matter of them living the lives they could've always had in canon without realizing it. hence "a better world." some cool tidbits I like to think about:

stan gets to transition much earlier (late 1990's perhaps?) and probably starts going by "lee" instead

she's also the institute's CMO and is mostly in it for going on business trips abroad with ford. and the money. obviously.

the institute probably also legitimately changes the world on a sociopolitical scale outside of just interdimensional travel since their research renders them uniquely untouchable and all three of them are trans (I'm cartoon logic-ing a little bit here just let me have this one)

ford is the eccentric bill nye esque face of the company, fiddleford is the backbone. that isn't to say ford doesn't do anything as I think he'd always moreso be in it for the science than the fame (though it is nice to be more than comfortable financially) but it's an open secret fiddleford keeps tabs on literally everything, he's still very security-oriented.

the northwest family now has a more prominent ongoing rivalry with the pines family that could be very funny to think about. they've taken all the LOGGING JOBS with their damn SCIENCE

part of the reason I thought ford should lose an eye is because I think having him wear an eyepatch would be a neat way to parallel stan's "role" as mr. mystery visually! stan wears an eyepatch for no legitimate reason to keep up appearances as a schlocky tourist trap host, but it also alludes to her being more than she seems under the surface. ford's eyepatch does sort of have a legitimate reason to exist, but he also could just wear his glass eye and it would probably be less "conspicuous." he chooses the eyepatch instead because it's part of his image as Stanford Pines, Founder of Oddology, and because it keeps him safe. there's also a little residual scarring there from damage to his eyelid/tarsal plate which could easily represent him hiding the more "damaged" aspects of himself under his successes. ouch.

I'm unsure if ford and stan would ever feel comfortable getting back in touch with their parents. I know a lot of people go that route with fan material but I don't think they should have to. I think they're much happier now having healed the rift between them on their own and getting to live successful lives for themselves, rather than to prove something to their father.

that being said I do think fiddleford gets in touch with emma-may and his son again and they end up on better terms with time and a Lot of effort. tate's family is now composed of his father, mother, "uncle" ford (in the ye olde gay closeted sense of referring to your dad's partner as an uncle), and auntie lee, and I like to think they go out on trips to the lake together often :]

also ford and fiddleford tie the knot unofficially (in the eyes of the government anyway) in 1990. owed to stan somehow getting "ordained" as a rabbi. don't ask me how.

the pines twins start visiting the institute from a younger age than they do irt visiting stan in the show-- but they're only permitted to come along on heavily-supervised interdimensional excursions once they turn 12. cue antics!

anyway, hopefully this extremely longwinded and loosely structured mess helped answer your question. I like ABW sooo so so much you guys

[gs29]

Ddakji, Giggles, and Family

Squid Game Master list

The evening was peaceful in the small but cozy apartment where Gong Yoo and his wife, Y/n, had created a little home. Their baby, a bundle of giggles and chubby cheeks, was sprawled out on the living room rug, happily babbling to himself. The room was filled with soft lights, and there was a sense of warmth that hadn't always been there before, but now, with the family complete, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

Gong Yoo, now in a much happier chapter of his life, was crouched on the floor beside their baby, trying to show him how to play a game he had once known all too well: ddakji. He had a folded square of colorful paper in his hand, demonstrating the snap motion as he showed his little one.

"Like this, buddy," he said softly, his deep voice warm with affection. "You just slam it down like this."

Their baby giggled and reached for the ddakji, his tiny hands clumsily grabbing it. Gong Yoo smiled fondly, his heart swelling with love as he watched his son’s innocent attempt.

Beside them, Y/n watched the scene unfold, an amused smile tugging at her lips. The guards—who now served as the family's quirky “uncles”—were sitting off to the side, all dressed in their signature pink outfits. Though their past was filled with tension, now they were just a group of goofy, overly excited men trying their best to be good role models for the baby.

"Okay, let's see what you've got," one of the guards, now wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses indoors, said with mock seriousness. "Show us your skills."

The baby, still holding onto the ddakji, tried to bash it onto the floor in an attempt to mimic his father, but instead, the square just fluttered weakly to the side, landing with a soft thud. The room fell silent for a moment, then erupted in laughter.

Gong Yoo shook his head, chuckling. "Not quite, kid. But you’ll get it. We all start somewhere."

Another guard, more reserved but equally excited, leaned in closer. "Let me try. Maybe it’s the technique!"

He took the ddakji from the baby’s hand, trying to make an exaggerated motion with it. But just as he flicked his wrist, the paper square flew backward and landed on the kitchen counter.

"Oops! Well, I guess we’re not all born with the talent," he said, feigning disappointment, causing another round of laughter to fill the room.

"Y/n, help us out!" Gong Yoo called to his wife, as the guards started debating who had the worst ddakji skills.

Y/n grinned, stepping forward, and effortlessly demonstrated the game, slamming the paper with precision as it snapped perfectly.

"You guys just need more practice," she said, giving Gong Yoo a playful look. "Not everyone can be born a natural like me."

"Hey, you can't just show us up like that!" one of the guards exclaimed.

"Yeah, you’ve gotta show some mercy!" another added, pretending to look offended.

Gong Yoo watched with amusement, his arm casually draped around his wife’s waist as their baby clapped, his little hands making delighted noises. It was impossible not to laugh at the scene—guards, who were once so serious and intimidating, now reduced to playing silly games for the sake of the baby.

As the evening wore on, Gong Yoo scooped up their little one and held him high in the air, making airplane sounds as he zoomed him around the living room. The baby’s laughter was contagious, and even the guards couldn’t help but join in.

“Guess we’ve got our hands full with this little one, huh?” Gong Yoo said, his eyes glinting with pride as he looked at his family.

“Absolutely,” Y/n agreed, her heart full. “But it’s the best kind of full.”

And as their baby continued to laugh and the guards tried (and failed) to teach him how to play ddakji, the room was alive with joy. Gong Yoo leaned down to kiss his wife’s temple, whispering, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

The laughter, the warmth, and the love filled every corner of the room, creating a new chapter of their story—one that had nothing to do with games, danger, or survival. This was a game of love, and in this one, they were all winners.

[amitiel-truth]

River Maiden Pt. 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,

(A/N: I realized I've been spelling Antinous name halfway wrong, but sorry for the typos I'm too lazy to check)

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Once the announcement is finished, (Y/N) continues her lessons with Penelope, while Telemachus attends to his royal duties.

Throughout the day, Telemachus can't shake the image of Antinous eyeing (Y/N). It only serves to fuel his protectiveness and jealousy. He knows he can't be around her every waking moment, and the thought of Antinous or any other suitor trying to make a move on her angers him greatly.

With that in his mind, he didn't even notice Athena's attack, his spear clanking onto the grass.

"You've been distracted this whole time, you know your enemies will take advantage of it." Athena points out, stabbing her spear onto the ground.

"I know, I know! It's just that...ugh!" Telemachus sits down by a tree, his hand rubbing onto his face.

"It's just my Beloved...with those bastards leering eyes" Telemachus seethed, clenching his teeth

"What of it?" Athena asked, sitting next to him.

“Athena, how can I bear this? Antinous, that arrogant wretch, dares to leer at my (Y/N) in my own home! He mocks me with his lustful gaze. Must I watch in silence, or will you guide me to defend her honor?” Telemachus asked in distress, running a hand through his hair as Athena looks at him with a frown.

“Telemachus, trust in the heart of your betrothed. No man’s gaze can sway what is true and steadfast. You see only his actions, but her love for you is stronger than any temptation. Trust in her wisdom, in her strength, and in the bond you share. A heart unshaken by foolishness is more powerful than any leer or insult. Do not doubt her, for your trust will keep both of you steadfast through this trial.” Athena advises, sitting next to him.

"Besides, I have a sneaking suspicion this (Y/N) of yours is unwilling to let go of you."

Meanwhile, (Y/N) spends the day with Penelope, learning the skills and knowledge a queen-to-be should possess. Penelope takes the young woman under her wing, teaching her everything from diplomacy to cooking to the ins and outs of managing a royal household.

"My, there's so much to learn" (Y/N) marvels, looking at the books in awe.

Penelope smiles warmly at (Y/N)'s enthusiasm, pleased by her eagerness to learn. "There is indeed a lot to learn." she agrees. "Being a queen isn't just about wearing pretty dresses and hosting parties, you know. It requires wisdom, grace, and a great deal of responsibility."

"Yes, understood" (Y/N) nodded, willing to learn from Penelope.

Penelope nods approvingly at (Y/N) quick understanding. She appreciates how the young woman is taking her future role seriously. "Good," she says, opening one of the books before them. "Now, let's move on to the next topic...diplomacy."

Without even noticing the time, Penelope and (Y/N) were in the midst of discussing the art of diplomatic etiquette when they heard the urgent footsteps outside. Telemachus appeared in the doorway, slightly winded from running but his expression filled with worry.

"Oh, is it over already?" (Y/N) murmurs, covering her lips.

Penelope looks at Telemachus with concern, immediately reading his expression. "Yes, we're just wrapping up the lesson, Telemachus. What's the matter?"

Telemachus closes the distance between himself and his mother. His eyes dart to Egeria, his protective instincts surfacing at the mere sight of her. "I need to speak with you, Mother. Alone."

Penelope glances at Telemachus's concerned expression, then looks at (Y/N). She gives her a reassuring smile before turning back to Telemachus. "Of course, my son. (Y/N), would you excuse us for a moment, please?"

"I'll just be outside" (Y/N) stands up, placing down the scroll, before closing the door behind her.

(Y/N) walks by the side of the Hall, waiting, rubbing her eye from a whole day of studying, once she opens her eyes, she sees Antinous infront of her with a scheming smile.

"Lady (Y/N), permit me to introduce myself properly—I am Antinous, son of Eupeithes, a humble servant of Ithaca’s future." Antinous introduces himself, as (Y/N)'s wide eyes calms down, frowning at him.

"So, I've heard" (Y/N) coldly answers, turning her gaze away from him.

Antinous’s smile faltered as (Y/N) ignored him completely, her attention fixed elsewhere. His brow furrowed slightly, irritation flashing in his eyes. He stepped closer, his voice smooth but cutting. "I see you're too busy to notice a man offering his company, my lady"

"The only man I wish the company of is from My Beloved." (Y/N) answered blankly, barely sparing him a glance.

Antinous’s expression darkened, but he masked it with a chuckle. "Ah, so loyal, my lady. But loyalty can be a heavy burden when the one you wait for is already here, in Ithaca, yet too blind to see what’s right in front of him." He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "You speak of your beloved, but tell me—does he truly see you, or is he too busy with matters that don’t concern him?"

He paused, letting the question hang in the air, watching her for any sign of doubt. "You deserve more than empty promises."

"The Prince is just a boy—chasing rumors, wandering, lost in the shadow of his father. But I? I stand here, in the heart of Ithaca, a man who knows what he wants and how to take it. I offer power, security, and a future built on strength, not promises."

"I can offer you pleasure beyond what Telemachus could ever provide— pleasures that you’ve never even dreamed of." His eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of confidence and arrogance. "He’s young, inexperienced. He may love you, but he can’t give you what a man like me can. I know what a woman needs, and I can fulfill it in ways you won’t soon forget."

He took another step closer, his gaze intent. "Telemachus may be your choice, but remember, I offer you a life of indulgence— pleasure, power, and everything else that comes with it. I am the man who can make you feel alive."

(Y/N) looks at him blankly, before smirking at him.

"Pleasure beyond this world, you say?" (Y/N) repeated in thought. "Alright then, But, you must do a small favor for me, before we start"

"A favor?" he echoed, his tone dripping with curiosity. "I’m intrigued. You have my full attention, my lady. Name it, and I’ll be more than willing to oblige. After all, I am a man who knows how to make all your desires come true."

(Y/N) pointed at the corner of the Hall, where he could still see her. "Could you stand in wait on that corner, so you could see The Prince's heartbreak?"

Antinous's brow furrowed slightly, his smirk faltering as he glanced at the corner she pointed to. His voice dropped, a hint of amusement lacing his words. "Ah, so it’s not pleasure you seek, but a spectacle. You want me to stand and watch, while you toy with the prince’s heart?"

He chuckled softly, shaking his head, but the glint in his eyes was calculating. "Very well, my lady," he said, stepping back with a slow, deliberate motion. "If it pleases you to see such a thing, I’ll indulge you. After all, seeing his heartbreak will be a fitting prelude to your next choice."

With that, Antinous turned and made his way to the corner she had indicated, with her smile disappearing as he turned his back to her, his mind already racing, wondering just how far she would go with this twisted game.

After a bit, Telemachus finally steps out of Penelope's Quarters, being greeted by (Y/N)

"My Love, Did something happen that you needed to speak with your mother quickly?" (Y/N) asked, worried.

Telemachus tries to conceal his anger and worry as he sees (Y/N), but fails miserably. He steps closer to her, his hand instinctively reaching for hers as if to reassure himself that she's alright.

"It's...it's Antinous," he says through clenched teeth. "He's been eyeing you, looking at you in a way I don't like."

"Oh, that's not good" (Y/N) frowns, sighing.

"But before you tell me more about it, can you do something for me for a bit?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

Telemachus looks at (Y/N), his expression still tense. But the worry in her voice makes him relent a bit.

"Of course, anything," he says, his voice softer. "What is it?"

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(Y/N) suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"I missed you, take me to your room, please~" (Y/N) begs, pouting up at him.

The sudden kiss and request take Telemachus off guard, but the tension in his shoulders eases a bit as he looks down at (Y/N), seeing her pout. He can never resist her when she looks up at him like that.

Without a word, he scoops her up in his arms, holding her close as he carries her to his room.

Once inside his room, Telemachus gently sets (Y/N) down on the bed, then moves to close and lock the door behind him, making sure they are alone and private.

(Y/N) continues kissing him, pulling at his clothes, carefully removing his armour.

Telemachus responds to her kisses with equal fervor, his hands roaming over her body as she begins to undress him.

"(Y/N)," he whispers huskily, between kisses. "You're so impatient today. What's gotten into you?"

"It's been a while, My Beloved, I missed you so, I missed your touch, your sound, your taste~" (Y/N) reminisce, pouting up at him.

Telemachus lets out a low, appreciative growl as (Y/N) continues to pull at his clothes, his own desire growing with every word she speaks.

"You missed me, did you?" he teases, his hands moving to slide off her own dress.

"I missed you too, my love. I missed this...having you all to myself."

(Y/N) pulls him into a kiss once more, starving for his love.

Telemachus kisses her deeply, his hands roaming over her bare skin as he pushes her back onto the bed. He breaks the kiss, only to trail his lips along her jawline and down to her neck, nipping and sucking at her flesh. He wants to relish the feel of her body beneath his, the sound of her moans, the taste of her skin.

"You drive me mad, you know that?" he murmurs against her neck.

"Only for you~" (Y/N) muses with a smile, letting him devour her.

Telemachus's mouth moves lower, over her collarbone and down to her chest, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes. His hands glide over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, her thighs, her waist, as he positions himself between her legs.

"And I'm yours," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "All yours."

(Y/N) gasps as she feels Telemachus push his cock onto her soaking cunt, biting her lip as he began to move roughly.

Telemachus's mouth finds hers once more, kissing her with fierce possession as he sets a fast, deep rhythm, his hips rolling against hers.

"You feel so good, my love," he gasps, breaking the kiss. "I've missed this...missed having you like this, under me."

"I missed you too, your soft and intimate touches, I love it~" (Y/N) praises Telemachus, pulling him down into a kiss.

Telemachus smirks at her words, his ego inflating slightly with her praise. "You love this, do you?" he murmurs against her lips, picking up the pace, his hips rolling harder, faster.

"Ah! Yes~" (Y/N) moans, welcoming Telemachus's rough movements.

Telemachus continues to thrust into her, his hands roaming over her body, caressing every inch of her skin. He murmurs praises and sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she is, how he loves her, how she drives him wild.

"You're mine, (Y/N)" he whispers, nibbling at her ear. "All mine. No one else's. You understand?"

"And your mine as well~" (Y/N) proclaims as well, moaning it onto his ear.

Telemachus nods, his eyes filled with a possessive desire as he gazes down at her. "Damn right, I am" he growls. "No one else can have me. I'm all yours."

"I love you!! Ooooh! I love you so much!~" (Y/N) moans out, feeling Telemachus hit her sweet spot.

Telemachus's breath catches in his throat at her declaration. He can feel himself getting closer to the edge with every movement, can feel her tightness clenching around him, can see the pleasure in her eyes.

"I love you too, (Y/N). So damn much," he gasps, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. "You're mine, all mine, only mine"

He kisses her fiercely, groaning into her lips, nearing his end.

"Are you close? My sweet Prince?" (Y/N) asked, panting, hugging him tightly.

Telemachus nods, his movements growing more desperate and erratic as he nods. "Yes, I'm close," he gasps, his voice strangled. "So close-"

(Y/N) moans as she feels Telemachus explode inside of her, forcing her to finish at the same time as him, moaning loudly, screaming even, as she felt his warm cum flooding her walls

Telemachus's body trembles as he climaxes, his fingers digging into (Y/N)'s hips as he rides out the waves of pleasure.

He collapses on top of her, panting heavily, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly.

"By the gods, (Y/N)... you drive me wild," he whispers, his voice ragged. "I can't get enough of you."

"I love you, I love you so much~" (Y/N) professes, pulling him into a sensual kiss.

Telemachus responds to the kiss eagerly, his tongue delving into her mouth as he rolls onto his back, pulling her on top of him. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, his hands roving over her body, caressing every inch of her skin.

"I love you too, my darling," he says, his voice filled with tenderness. "More than you could ever know."

(Y/N) teases him by rolling her hip, he's still inside her

Telemachus moans at her movement, still sensitive from their previous exertions. He reaches up to grip her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he tries to keep himself under control.

"You're teasing me, you know that?" he says, his voice strained.

"But I missed you~" (Y/N) pouted at him.

Telemachus chuckles, unable to resist her cute pout. "And I missed you too, love," he says, giving her a slight smack on the bottom, making her gasp.

"But you're playing a dangerous game, teasing me like that. You won't like what happens next if you keep it up, I promise you."

(Y/N) decided to take it up a notch. "Please, Telemachus, impregnate me~" (Y/N) begs, looking at him innocently.

Telemachus's eyes darken at her words, a mix of desire and possessiveness flaring within him. "You're asking for trouble, my love" he warns, his grip on her hips tightening.

"Please, let me make you a Daddy~" (Y/N) begged with a pout.

Telemachus lets out a strangled moan at her plea, his resolve weakening with every word. The thought of her carrying his child, of making him a father, is immensely enticing.

"Damn it, (Y/N)... you're going to be the death of me," he groans, his hands tightening on her hips.

He suddenly flips her over, pinning her down on the bed, looming over her with a possessive gleam in his eyes. “Are you really sure about this, darling?” he asks, his voice low and dark. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop."

"Yes" (Y/N) gave her consent, before pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Telemachus kisses her desperately, his body pressing against hers, his hands roaming over her skin, caressing every inch of her. He breaks the kiss, trailing kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at her flesh.

“You’re mine, darling,” he whispers against her skin, his voice low and possessive. “All mine…”

"Say it again," he demands, his mouth moving down to her collarbone. "Say you'll make me a Daddy."

"Wanna...wanna make you a Daddy!~" (Y/N) whined, holding onto him.

Telemachus lets out a deep, guttural moan at her words, the possessive part of him swelling with every syllable. He kisses up her neck, back up to her ear, nipping at it gently.

"You'd look so beautiful, round with my child," he whispers, his hands roaming over her stomach. "Carrying my child, my heir..."

Telemachus realized that it's so unlike him to be like this, he was usually gentle, as his mother said, but looking at (Y/N)'s pleasured face...

Telemachus can feel a part of himself being drawn to this dominant, animalistic side of him, the one that enjoys taking control and claiming what he wants... particularly, what he wants from (Y/N). She had teased and pushed him to this point, and he couldn't deny that he now relished in it, relished in her submission to him.

(Y/N) eyes rolls to the back of her head uncontrollably, pushing back her hair and grabbing onto the bed, before smiling in pleasure and holding onto his shoulder with her other hand, she has a drunk smile on her lips.

Telemachus drinks in the sight of (Y/N)'s unrestrained pleasure, the look of pleasure on her face, the way she moans and moves beneath him, the feel of her nails digging into his shoulder, all adding to his own growing need and desire.

He leans down, his lips trailing along her neck, sucking and biting, marking her as his own. His hands roam over her body, his touch both possessive and tender at the same time.

"So...close!~" (Y/N) whines, holding onto his body tightly

Telemachus grunts as he feels (Y/N)'s hands gripping him tighter, the sound of her whine sending a jolt of desire through him. He can feel her body quiver and tense beneath him, signaling her closeness to the edge.

He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering huskily "Let go, love... give yourself over to me. Let me take care of you..."

"Inside, inside Telemachus!" (Y/N) begged, gripping onto him.

With her words, Telemachus's last bit of restraint snaps. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his body moving against her urgently, claiming her as his own. He can feel the need and desire consuming him, consuming them both before stilling.

"Oh, love... anything you want... anything..." he gasps out, his voice rough with need.

(Y/N) screams in pleasure as Telemachus stills against her, claiming her from the inside out, feeling it all inside her as she held onto him for dear life to keep her grounded.

Telemachus lets out a guttural, possessive moan as he feels (Y/N)'d body respond to his own, her scream of pleasure driving him further into the frenzy of desire and need. He grips her tightly, holding her against him as they both ride out the waves of pleasure, their bodies trembling and shuddering in the aftermath.

He presses his face into the crook of her neck, his breath coming out ragged and labored as he slowly comes down.

(Y/N) pants, before pulling his face to hers, kissing him sensually.

Telemachus melts into her kiss, responding to her sensuality with an equal measure of tenderness and affection. He deepens the kiss, his lips moving against hers in a slow, languid, and loving way. He wraps his arms around her, holding her closely against him, savoring the feeling of her body pressed against his.

They spent the whole night, full of debauchery.

By the time they finally settle down, Telemachus is exhausted, his body spent, his mind cloudy with pleasure. He pulls (Y/N) close, wrapping her in his arms, burying his face in her hair.

"Gods, you're going to be the death of me, love," he mutters, still panting from their exertions.

(Y/N) giggles, pecking his lips "I love you, my love~"

Telemachus smiles at her kiss, pulling her closer against his chest, savoring the feel of her body against his. He runs his fingers gently through her hair, enjoying the feel of the silken tresses between his fingers.

"I love you too, my darling," he says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "More than you could ever know."

Telemachus holds her close, wrapping his arms around her, letting her sink into the comfort of his embrace. He watches as her breathing steadies and her body relaxes, signaling her descent into sleep. His eyes slowly close as well, the exhaustion of their night catching up to him.

"Good night, my love," he murmurs, pressing a final kiss to her forehead, before succumbing to sleep himself.

In the early hours of the morning, Telemachus slowly wakes. He's disoriented for a moment, wondering what had pulled him out of his peaceful sleep. Then he feels (Y/N) stirring in his arms, her body shifting against his. He opens his eyes, a smile spreading across his face as he sees her sleeping beside him.

Telemachus shifts slightly, watching (Y/N) sleep for a moment. Last night's events play through his mind, how forward she had been, how eager she was. It was unlike her.

He gently shakes her shoulder, trying to wake her up. "(Y/N)? Love? Wake up for a minute."

(Y/N) groans before slowly waking up "Hmmm?"

Telemachus smiles at her sleepy, groggy expression. He brushes a strand of hair out of her face, his fingers gently caressing her cheek.

"Morning, love," he says quietly. "I need to ask you something."

He shifts, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at her, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Last night... you were so forward, so eager," he says hesitantly, his eyes searching her face. "It wasn't like you. What changed?"

(Y/N) began to sheepishly smile, tracing a finger on his chest "I may or may not have wanted to send a message..."

elemachus raises an eyebrow at her words and her coy smile, his curiosity piqued. He watches as her finger draws lazy circles on his chest.

"A message, huh?" he says, a slight smirk playing at his lips. "What kind of message, my love?"

"To Antinous"

Telemachus's smile immediately falls at the mention of the name. He frowns, his grip on her tightening.

"Antinous? You... what message were you trying to send him?" he asks, his voice low and guarded.

"That you are more than enough for me, my Love" (Y/N) reiterated, trying to calm him down.

Telemachus relaxes slightly at her reassurance, the grip on her loosening. But there's still a hint of jealousy in his eyes as he speaks.

"You didn't have to go to such lengths to send that message, you know," he mutters, his voice still gruff. "You could have just told me, and I would have taken care of the suitors..."

"Yes, but with Antinous, I wanted more...hands on and an audible approach" (Y/N) stated with a smile.

"When you were talking to your mother, he went up to me"

"What did he say to you?" he asks, his voice tight with barely suppressed anger.

"He tried to convince me that he was better than you, That you were just a mere boy, inexperienced and such, how he'll give me a night of pleasure better than you could ever give." (Y/N) looks at Telemachus with lidded eyes, bored.

At her words, Telemachus's expression transforms into one of rage. His eyes blaze with anger, his jaw clenching as his hands curl into fists. He sits up, towering over her.

"That bastard" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "How dare he speak to you like that. He's lucky I don't have my sword right now, or I'd-"

"No, no my Darling, with a man like that, words and violence is what he thrives on" (Y/N) presses a hand on his chest, laying him down onto the bed

"But I do know that he didn't expect...action~" (Y/N) eludes, tracing a finger at the center of his chest.

"Action, hmm?" he says, his voice deep and gravelly. "What kind of action are we talking about, my love? Because I am really beginning to want to do something violent to that cockroach..."

"Action of Passion, my beloved" (Y/N) reveals, pecking his lips.

"I knew he was still watching us when you stepped out of your Mother's room, so I decided to show him who's the better man between the two of you~" (Y/N) reveals, smiling teasingly at him.

Telemachus's rage momentarily softens at her words, replaced by a mixture of desire and possessiveness. His eyes roam over her face, his hands reaching up to take her hips, pulling her onto his lap as he sat up.

"You... are very naughty, you know that," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Baiting him like that..."

"You would have been worse if you knew he was watching, and you were ravenous enough~" (Y/N) points out, pecking his lips

Telemachus's grip on her hips tightens at her comment. He pulls her flush against his body, his hands moving to her thighs, slowly running up her body.

"You're right," he concedes, his voice a low growl. "I would have been furious if I knew he was watching... and I probably would have ended the night with you on the floor..."

"See? It's why I also needed you last night, I missed you~" (Y/N) pouted, stroking his chest.

Telemachus lets out a low moan, his eyes fluttering shut at her touch. He leans into her, his hands continuing mapping her curves, his hunger beginning to grow once more.

"You're a minx, you know that?" he grumbles, his voice a mix of amusement and longing. "Always finding a way to rile me up..."

"Everything about me riles you up ~" (Y/N) points out with a smile.

"That's true," Telemachus agrees, opening his eyes to gaze at her intently. "Everything about you does rile me up. It drives me wild..."

He suddenly rolls them over, pinning her under his body, his hands roaming over her again.

He leans down, his mouth moving against her skin, biting and sucking at her neck, her collarbone, his hips settling between her legs.

"The sight of you in my bed... the sound of your voice... the feel of your body against mine... it drives me insane."

He presses himself against her, his body flush against hers, his kisses moving lower.

"How am I supposed to focus on anything when all I can think about is you? Every time I see you, all I want to do is touch you, to taste you, to make you mine."

"But I'm already yours" (Y/N) points out with a teasing smile, pecking his lips.

Telemachus growls, his hands grasping her wrists and pinning them down above her head, pressing her further into the mattress.

"I know you are," he says, his voice thick with desire. "But I still can't get enough of you. No matter how often I have you, it's never enough..."

His hips rock against hers, his body pressing intimately against her.

(Y/N) moans at his sudden advances "Then I guess you have to satiate your hunger~" (Y/N) gasps, hugging him tightly

Telemachus grunts at her words, her moan and her gasp only increasing the fire burning within him. He looks down at her, his eyes dark with hunger.

"Oh, I plan to," he husks, his voice low and gruff. "I plan to thoroughly satiate my hunger."

With that, he leans down, claiming her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.

After an early morning sex, the two still have lessons and training they need to attend to.

Eventually, Telemachus and (Y/N) manage to untangle themselves from each other, much to Telemachus's chagrin.

"I don't want to move," he grumbles, burying his face in her hair, his arms wrapped snugly around her waist.

"But you have to attend to your duties, my Prince~" (Y/N) coos, playing with his hair.

Telemachus lets out a frustrated huff, his grip on her tightening slightly.

"I know, I know."

He lifts his head slightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"But I'd much rather stay in bed with you all day, my love."

"That would be a dream, but even Royalty doesn't have that kind of luxury~" (Y/N) points out, sitting up.

Telemachus groans at her words, flopping back on the bed with a melodramatic sigh.

"You're right, I know. But I still wish it was possible."

He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her. His eyes roam over her body, taking in her naked form appreciatively.

"We'll your Mother wouldn't appreciate me being late because of her son" (Y/N) points out, dressing up.

Telemachus watches her get dressed with a hint of wistfulness, his eyes still roaming over her form as it slowly disappears beneath her clothes. He lets out a sigh as she finishes dressing, reluctantly sitting up as well.

"I know, you're right," he says, scrubbing a hand over his face. "I should probably get ready as well."

(Y/N) chuckles, walking up to him, caressing his face

"Escort me?"

Telemachus looks up at her, his expression softening at her touch. A small smile tugs at his lips as he reaches out, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

"Of course," he says, pulling her down onto his lap. "It would be my pleasure, my love."

After dressing up, Telemachus began leading (Y/N) to his Mother's Quarters.

They walked through the halls of the palace together, Telemachus's hand resting casually on (Y/N)'s waist, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her hip through the fabric of her dress.

Eventually, they reach his mother's quarters, and Telemachus knocks on the door, waiting for a response.

After a moment, they hear Penelope call out from inside.

"Come in," her voice sounds out. Telemachus shoots (Y/N) a smile, opening the door and guiding her inside.

Penelope is sitting at her desk, various scrolls and documents spread out around her. She looks up as the two enter, a small smile on her lips.

"Ah, Telemachus, (Y/N), good morning," she greets them, setting down her quill. "I see you're both punctual as ever."

Penelope gestures for (Y/N) to take a seat in front of the desk, her eyes warm and welcoming.

"Ah, yes, your lessons," she says, sorting through the scrolls on her desk. "I hope you're feeling up for some more history and politics today."

"Do I?" (Y/N) smiles, eager to learn, very different from Telemachus.

Penelope chuckles at (Y/N) eagerness, clearly pleased with her enthusiasm.

"I can tell you're eager to learn," she says, passing (Y/N) a scroll. "And I appreciate your eagerness. You seem to have a genuine interest in these topics, unlike my son."

She shoots Telemachus a playful glance, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Telemachus rolls his eyes at his mother's comment, but can't help but smile.

"Yes, yes, you know I hate studying," he says playfully. "I'm off to training. I'll see you both later."

He gives (Y/N) a quick peck on the forehead before exiting the chambers, leaving (Y/N) and Penelope alone.

Penelope watches Telemachus leave with an amused smile, before turning her attention back to (Y/N).

"Now, where were we?" she asks, her eyes fixing on the young woman in front of her. "Oh, yes. I think we should start on the history of Ithaca today. Let's delve deeper into that, shall we?"

"Let's" (Y/N) nodded, as they began their lessons.

For the next few hours, Penelope delves into the rich history of Ithaca, from its foundation centuries ago to its current state. She talks about its past rulers, its wars, its trade, and its cultural traditions. (Y/N) listens intently, absorbing everything like a sponge.

Eventually, Penelope sits back, a satisfied smile on her face.

"You've been an excellent student, (Y/N)," she comments, impressed by (Y/N)'s thirst for knowledge. "You've retained a lot of information, much more than Telemachus ever did at your age."

"We're of the same age" (Y/N) answers, scratching the back of her head.

Penelope chuckles at Egeria's response, amused by her matter-of-fact tone.

"Perhaps physically, but Telemachus has always been a bit... stubborn," she admits with a smile. "He has never been the best at retaining information, especially when it came to basic history and politics. He's always been the more hands-on type."

"Oh but, He's quite strategic, he's more knowledgeable in the battlefield" (Y/N) points out with a smile.

Penelope nods, a proud gleam in her eye.

"You're right, he is," she agrees. "He has a natural talent for strategy, and it does seem like he's finally taking an interest in learning as well."

She looks at (Y/N) with a hint of curiosity.

"It's interesting, your influence on him. Since you arrived, he seems... more focused, more determined."

"Oh no, I didn't do anything, He simply chose to better himself" (Y/N) answers with a smile.

"You're too humble, (Y/N)," she says gently, gesturing for her to stand up. "I believe your mere presence has encouraged him to become a better version of himself. He's lucky to have you."

"Thank you, Mother" (Y/N) smiles at Penelope brightly.

With a warm smile, she pulls (Y/N) into a brief but gentle embrace.

"You're welcome, my dear," she says with affection.

Meanwhile, everything was great, until the Suitors had become restless on Penelope's stalling

Antinous leaned back in his chair, a cruel smirk on his face. "How long must we let that whore Penelope toy with us?" he sneered. "Her tricks and false promises grow old."

Telemachus was walking back to his mother's quarters to see Egeria on his short break, but was cut short by the rumors of the Suitors' unrest spread. his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"You don't know what you're talking about, you mindless buffoon," he sneers, the words coming through gritted teeth. "My mother is a queen, not a whore."

"Oh, come on now, Little Prince" he says, a sly smirk on his face. "We all know how much your Mother enjoys our company. Surely she wouldn't mind if we had a little fun with her as well as with your precious (Y/N)?"

The moment the words leave Antinous' lips, Telemachus' restraint snaps. He lunges forward, grabbing the man by the collar of his tunic.

"You touch one hair on their heads, and I'll skin you alive." He growls dangerously, his eyes dark with fury.

Antinous laughs, clearly undeterred by Telemachus' threat. He sneers at the Prince, his voice laced with contempt.

"You act as if you can actually protect her. We're all just waiting for the right moment to drag her back to our quarters, and there's nothing you can do to stop us."

Telemachus tightens his grip on Antinous' collar, his knuckles turning white with fury.

"You underestimate me, you bastard," he snarls, his voice low and deadly. "I will rain down the wrath of the gods upon you and every single one of you suitors if you even think about laying a hand on her."

The room grows deathly silent as Telemachus makes his threat. the tension palpable. Antinous just narrows his eyes at Telemachus, a malicious glint in his gaze.

"You're outnumbered, Prince," he sneers, a hint of challenge in his tone. "You can't fight all of us."

Antinous leers at Telemachus, clearly enjoying the prince's anger.

"What's the matter, Telemachus? Afraid we'll break your plaything?" He sneers, his eyes roving over Telemachus, taunting him to attack.

Antinous' words send a wave of rage coursing through Telemachus. He can feel his control slipping, the need to defend (Y/N) threatening to overpower him.

"She's not a plaything, you oaf," he spits, his voice shaking with fury. "She's a person, she's MY person, and I won't let you or any one of you bastards touch her."

"But at least, You enjoyed the show" Telemachus taunted with a grin, knowing Antinous was watching when he fucked (Y/N) into oblivion.

Antinous’s smug expression twisted into one of rage, his fists clenching at his sides. "Watch your tongue, boy," he growled, his voice low and venomous. "You think that makes you a man? Parading her around like some prize?"

Telemachus only laughed, his grin widening. "A man? No, Antinous—I’m her man. And judging by the look on your face, I’d say you know it all too well." Telemachus taunted once more, this time meeting an unexpected punch.

The punch takes Telemachus off guard, sending him stumbling backwards. He grits his teeth, tasting blood in his mouth from where his lip had been split.

"You bastard," he hisses, as he lands a punch squarely on Antinous' face, sending him stumbling back, a shocked look on his face.

Antinous recovers quickly, his eyes filled with anger as he lunges at Telemachus, his fists flying.

The room descends into chaos as the brawl erupts, fists flying and furniture smashing. Telemachus fights like a man possessed, his fury and determination fueling his every movement. He dodges and weaves through the crowd of suitors, his eyes fixed on Antinous.

But no matter how skilled Telemachus had been, 108 to 1 is still a greater margin

Despite Telemachus' skill and determination, he is soon overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. With every punch he lands, three more land on him. Despite his best efforts, he is slowly beaten back, his strength failing him.

"Enough!" Suddenly, (Y/N)'s voice boomed throughout the Main Hall, glaring at the Suitors, it seemed like she has the same idea of seeing him on her short break.

Telemachus looks up, his lips twisting into a pained smile as he sees (Y/N).

"(Y/N)..." he mutters, his voice weak and strained from the beating he took.

"Telemachus! What did they do to you!?" (Y/N) cries out, looking at his bruised state.

Telemachus slowly rises to his feet, supported by (Y/N). He winces as his body protest, no doubt bruised and battered from the beating.

"It's... not as bad as it looks," he grumbles, though it's clear he's putting up a front.

(Y/N) continues fussing over him while leading him out of the Hall, not giving any of the Suitors even a glance

Telemachus stumbles after (Y/N), relying on her for support. His body is starting to ache all over, his movements sluggish and laboured. He can feel the eyes of the suitors on him, but he pays them no mind. His attention is solely on (Y/N).

"Where are we going...?" He mutters, his voice a little strained.

"To your room, I need to tend to your injuries" (Y/N) answers, supporting him.

Telemachus nods, not protesting as he allows (Y/N) to lead him to his room. Despite his pride, he knows he needs her help right now.

He winces as he sits down on his bed, the pain from his injuries becoming more intense now that the adrenaline is wearing off.

"Oh, my Love, what did they do to you?" (Y/N) cries out, running to the washroom to get a bowl and washcloth.

Telemachus watches as (Y/N) rushes to get the supplies. His heart thumps heavily in his chest as he hears the concern in her voice. He looks down at himself, taking in the extent of his injuries.

"Just a few bruises and cuts, nothing too serious," he tries to reassure her. "I've had worse."

"No, you should never have got it worse, they never should have touched you in the first place!" (Y/N) stated, gently dabbing on his injuries.

Telemachus winces as (Y/N) carefully tends to his injuries. Her touch is gentle, though there a hint of anger in it.

"I'll be fine, (Y/N)" he mutters, his voice still a bit weak. "I've dealt with plenty of brawls before."

"No, you're not!" (Y/N) argues, her voice becoming hoarse.

"What if something happened to you? I can't live with myself if you've-" (Y/N) sniffles, wiping away her tears.

Telemachus is taken aback by the emotion in (Y/N)'s voice, his heart clenching. He had never seen her like this before. He reaches out, taking her hand in his.

"Hey, hey," he says gently, giving her hand a soft squeeze. "It's okay, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

(Y/N) gasps, her breathing shaky as she held his hand, looking at him

"Why did you even fight them in the first place?"

Telemachus sighs, looking down at their hands. His fingers interlock with her's, a connection of comfort.

"He was talking about you, about how he and the others were going to take you back to their quarters. I just... I couldn't stand hearing him talk about you that way, like you're some kind of possession they could just take and do what they want with."

"And they were also speaking ill of Mother. Calling her... terrible things, saying how she's just as much of a plaything as you are. I just couldn't stand there and listen to them speaking so disrespectfully about my family."

"You...defended our honor?" (Y/N) looks at him, bewildered.

Telemachus meets her gaze, his expression sincere.

"Yes. I couldn't just sit there and let them insult you and Mother like that. I had to do something, even if it meant getting beat up."

"Oh, my heart~" (Y/N) muses, carefully wrapping her arms around him.

Telemachus welcomes her embrace, leaning into her as he savours her touch. He buries his face in her shoulder, taking in her scent.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, his voice muffled in her hair. "I didn't mean to worry you."

"You shouldn't have, but the thought counts" (Y/N) smiles, pecking his lips, pulling back when Telemachus hisses in pain

"Sorry" Telemachus grimaces, his bruised lip protesting to (Y/N) kiss.

"It's okay," he manages a half-smile, his hand gently caressing her cheek. "I'll suffer a thousand more bruises if it means receiving your kisses like that."

"You have the biggest heart than all of them combined, my beloved" (Y/N) compliments with a smile.

A small chuckle escapes Telemachus' lips, the compliment making him feel a little better. He leans his forehead against hers, just enjoying the moment.

"You're too kind, my sweet," he murmurs, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "But...I haven't been honest with you, my Beloved, I have to go on a diplomatic mission, to look for my Father" Telemachus reveals, hugging her.

(Y/N) looks at him in shock. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked with a frown.

"Because I didn't want to worry you, that what happened to my mother might happen to you, I didn't want to put you in a state of panic" Telemachus admits, burying her face onto her chest.

(Y/N) looks at him in shock, before smiling. "Go." (Y/N) stated, giving him her blessing. "I know you need closure, peace of mind on what happened to your Father, just...come back to me" (Y/N) begged, holding his hand.

Telemachus runs a hand up her back, pulling her closer to him. He understands her worry, the thought of being separated from her for those few days is unsettling.

"I will," he assures her, his voice soft. "And I've assigned two of our trusted knights to guard you I'm gone, I don't trust those bastards to keep their hands away from you." Telemachus curses under his breath, as (Y/N) rubbed his cheek

"I know, my love" (Y/N) smiles, soothing him. "And I'll stay close by your Mother's side, I don't feel safe with them vying for her as well" (Y/N) added, stroking his cheek.

Telemachus appreciates the offer, but he still worries about their safety as well.

"I know you can handle yourself, but please do be careful, my sweet," Telemachus implores, his eyes searching hers. "I won't be there to protect you, so you'll have to protect yourself."

"Yes, I will" (Y/N) answers, pecking his forehead. "Safe travels, my beloved"

"Does your injuries hurt a bit too much?" (Y/N) asked innocently

Telemachus shook his head softly, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the ache in his body. "Not as much as it did before," he replied, his eyes warm as they met hers. "Your care makes the pain easier to bear."

"Good" (Y/N) answered, before gently pushing Telemachus onto the bed.

"It wouldn't just be right for my beloved to go on a diplomatic mission without a proper send off~" (Y/N) smiled seductively at him, crawling over him.

Telemachus swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing as a grin spread across his face.

"Who am I to argue with such logic?" he said, his voice soft but laced with anticipation. His hands rested lightly on her hips. "If this is how you plan to send me off, I might have to leave more often."

[missarchive]

bed chem 𐙚

elle greenaway

fem!reader

cw; +18 minors dni, kind of dom!reader, multiple orgasms, fingering & oral (elle receiving), tribbing, fade to black smut

wc; around 3k

an; i've been meaning to write for elle for a while and finally got around to it. dt to my lovely @reidsstargirl thank you for being my little proof reader <3

The conference room was silent except for the soft hum of the projector. Crime scene photos flashed on the screen, each more unsettling than the last. Victims frozen in snapshots of terror and tragedy. Couples, always women, always the same methodical precision to their deaths.

Hotch stood at the head of the table, arms crossed. “This unsub is methodical, patient. He takes his time earning the trust of his victims before he strikes. What we know is this: he targets lesbian couples in rural areas. He chooses women who are isolated, who he believes won’t be missed right away.”

The room was heavy with tension. You felt the weight of the case pressing against your chest. The details were chilling, but what made it worse was the pattern. He was escalating, and the longer it took to catch him, the more women would die.

“Given his methods, we believe the only way to stop him is to draw him out,” Hotch continued. His sharp gaze swept over the team. “We need to create a scenario that fits his profile—a couple he can fixate on.”

Your stomach flipped as the implication settled over the room. Before anyone could speak, Elle leaned forward in her chair.

“You’re asking us to go undercover,” she said, her voice steady.

Hotch nodded. “Yes. It’s our best chance to lure him out. He studies his victims carefully. He’ll be watching for any cracks in the facade, so whoever takes this role will need to sell it completely.”

The room was silent for a moment before Elle spoke again, her tone decisive. “I’ll do it.”

You hesitated for half a second before following her lead. “I’ll do it too.”

Hotch’s gaze softened slightly, his approval evident. “Good. Garcia will handle the backstory and setup. You’ll be moving into a rental property in a small town where the unsub has been active. The rest of us will be nearby, but once you’re in position, you’ll be on your own.”

Elle turned to you with a faint smirk as the meeting ended. “Guess we’re partners now.”

“Looks like it,” you replied, trying to ignore the knot of nerves in your stomach.

The rental house was small but cozy, nestled on a quiet street with neighbours who barely glanced your way as you unloaded your bags. It had all the makings of a perfect trap. Garcia had created a backstory that was seamless: photoshopped couple’s photos, social media accounts filled with playful banter, and a fabricated history of moving here for a “fresh start.”

Inside, Elle surveyed the living room, her hands on her hips. “Garcia really thought of everything,” she muttered, gesturing to the picture frames on the mantel. Each one showed the two of you in carefully staged moments—smiling on a picnic, laughing on a couch, holding hands in the park.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “She’s thorough, I’ll give her that.”

Elle glanced at you, her expression softening. “We’re going to need to lean into this. If the unsub’s watching, we have to make this believable.”

“I know,” you said, meeting her gaze. “But let’s be clear—this is just for the case.”

“Obviously,” Elle replied, but something in her tone felt less certain.

The bar was dimly lit, filled with the soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses. You and Elle slid into a booth near the back, her hand resting lightly on your arm as you both scanned the room.

“We need to act natural,” she murmured, her lips barely moving as she leaned closer. “What do couples do on dates?”

You smirked, trying to ignore the warmth of her breath against your cheek. “Hold hands, flirt, make each other laugh. Think you can handle that?”

Elle raised a brow, her lips twitching into a small smile. “Watch and learn.”

She laced her fingers with yours, her touch both firm and surprisingly gentle. You felt a jolt of electricity at the contact but forced yourself to focus. Across the room, Morgan and Reid were stationed inconspicuously, their eyes occasionally darting your way.

Elle leaned closer, her voice low. “Smile. You look like you’re about to get audited.”

You laughed softly, her teasing easing some of the tension. “I didn’t realise you were such a comedian.”

“You’d be surprised,” she replied, her eyes meeting yours. For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade.

The unsub appeared not long after—a man who blended seamlessly into the crowd but whose eyes lingered on you and Elle just a moment too long.

“He’s here,” Elle murmured, her hand tightening around yours.

The unsub didn’t approach right away. He watched from the bar, nursing a drink and pretending not to stare. You and Elle had to play your roles perfectly, every glance, every touch calculated but natural.

Elle leaned into you, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “He’s watching us. We need to turn it up.”

Your heart pounded as you nodded, your breath hitching slightly when she placed a hand on your thigh. It was nothing overt, but the intimacy of the gesture sent a shiver down your spine.

“Relax,” she said softly, her eyes meeting yours. “Just follow my lead.”

You forced yourself to smile, leaning in closer until your foreheads nearly touched. “You’re enjoying this too much,” you teased, trying to keep the mood light.

Elle’s lips curled into a smirk. “Maybe a little.”

Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she tilted her head and kissed you. It wasn’t a quick peck or a hesitant brush of lips—it was slow, deliberate, and entirely convincing.

Your heart raced as you kissed her back, the line between acting and reality blurring with every passing second. When she pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, but her composure remained intact.

“He’s biting,” she murmured, her voice steady despite the tension crackling between you.

The unsub finally made his move, approaching your table with a disarming smile. His presence was unsettling, but you and Elle maintained your facade, playing the part of a happy couple caught off guard by a friendly stranger.

Every word, every glance, every touch was a calculated move, a delicate dance to keep the unsub engaged while the rest of the team moved into position.

By the time Morgan and Reid swooped in to make the arrest, your heart was racing for reasons that had little to do with the danger and everything to do with the woman sitting next to you.

The motel room was small and unassuming, its decor an uninspired mix of beige and muted floral patterns. The adrenaline of the night had begun to fade, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion that made your limbs feel like lead. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at your reflection in the darkened screen of the television.

Your mind raced, replaying the events of the evening: the way Elle had touched your hand, her voice low and warm in your ear as she coached you through the act. And that kiss—God, that kiss. It was supposed to be for the case, to sell the ruse, but the way her lips moved against yours felt too natural, too genuine to be just acting.

You shook your head, trying to dismiss the thought. It was the job, you told yourself. Nothing more.

A knock at the door pulled you from your spiraling thoughts. You hesitated, staring at it as if it might open on its own. Another knock, firmer this time, broke your paralysis.

When you opened the door, Elle stood there, barefoot and dressed in an oversized FBI sweatshirt and loose sweatpants. The harsh glow of the hallway light cast soft shadows across her face, making her look younger, more vulnerable.

“Elle?” you asked, your voice rough from hours of silence.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, her tone soft but edged with something unreadable. “Can I come in?”

You nodded, stepping aside to let her pass. She walked into the room, her movements slower, more deliberate than usual.

She stopped in the center of the room, crossing her arms over her chest as if to shield herself. “I just... needed to talk,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

You closed the door behind her, leaning against it. “About the case?”

Elle turned to face you, her eyes meeting yours. For the first time all night, her composure cracked. “No. Not about the case. About us.”

The weight of her words settled between you, thick and heavy. You pushed off the door, moving closer but keeping a cautious distance. “Elle, I—”

She held up a hand, cutting you off. “Let me finish.” She took a deep breath, her hands dropping to her sides. “Tonight… that kiss… it wasn’t just for the case. At least, not for me.”

Your heart skipped a beat, her words catching you off guard. “What do you mean?”

Elle took a step closer, her eyes searching yours. “I don’t know when it started. Maybe it was tonight, maybe it was before, but being with you... pretending to be something we’re not...” She paused, her voice trembling slightly. “It didn’t feel like pretending.”

The air between you crackled with unspoken tension. You wanted to say something, to reassure her, but words failed you.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she continued, her voice stronger now. “And I know it’s complicated. We’re colleagues, we’re supposed to keep things professional, but I can’t ignore this anymore.”

You took a step closer, closing the distance between you until you were standing inches apart. Her eyes flicked to your lips, and you felt your resolve slipping.

“Elle,” you said softly, your voice barely audible. “I felt it too.”

Her breath hitched, and in that moment, the tension that had been building for weeks, maybe months, finally snapped. She reached for you, her hands tentative at first as they settled on your shoulders. You leaned into her touch, your arms wrapping around her waist as her fingers slipped up the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

Her lips were soft against yours, warm and inviting. It felt like coming home, like this was where you belonged. Her tongue darted out, running over the seam of your lips before dipping inside, meeting yours in a sweet kiss.

You deepened the kiss, pulling her closer, feeling the press of her breasts against yours. Her hands slid down your back, pulling you into her as her leg lifted, brushing against your thigh. You felt your pulse quicken, the heat between you building as her lips parted beneath yours.

You broke the kiss, needing air, needing to focus on her, to commit every detail to memory. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her hair a little mussed from your touch. Your eyes drifted down to her breasts, the curves pushing out against the fabric of her bra.

You moved closer, dropping a trail of kisses down her neck as she arched into your touch. You felt her shiver, her fingers digging into your shoulders. Her breath came in short gasps, her body moving against yours.

You caught the edge of her bra between your fingers, pushing it down to reveal her breasts. They were even more beautiful than you imagined, soft and round. Your mouth settled over one peaked nipple, and her hands cupped the back of your head, encouraging you as your tongue circled around her skin.

She tasted sweet, like cherries and honey. Her nipple pebbled beneath your touch, and you sucked it into your mouth, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

You let out a soft laugh, smiling against her breast. She was so responsive, like her body was made for this, for you.

You trailed your fingers down her stomach, feeling her skin quiver beneath your touch. Her hips jerked, and you chuckled again, loving the way she reacted to your every move.

Your hand slipped beneath her panties, cupping the curve of her ass as you nipped at her breast. Your other hand joined in, sliding over her pussy as you rubbed your thumb over her clit. She gasped, her body jerking beneath your touch.

You felt your own arousal build, your panties growing wet as you imagined the possibilities. Elle was more than you ever could’ve asked for, more than you deserved.

But you were taking it, taking her, taking this moment to make it yours.

Your fingers slipped inside her, feeling her pussy stretch around you as you pumped in and out, your thumb still rubbing circles over her clit.

Her legs started to shake, and you could feel her pussy tightening around your fingers. “Fuck,” she moaned, her nails digging into your shoulder. “Y/N, fuck.”

The feeling of your name on her lips was the hottest thing you’d ever heard. You fucked her harder, feeling her pulse beneath your fingertips. She felt so good, so wet and tight.

Her muscles clenched, and her pussy contracted around your fingers as she came. “Fuck!” she screamed, her hips jerking as she rode out her orgasm. Your fingers stilled inside her, your thumb slowing to a gentle pet before slipping away completely.

You pulled back, giving her a moment to catch her breath before you dropped to your knees in front of her. You hooked a finger around the waistband of her panties, tugging them down over her hips, her thighs, leaving them bunched around her ankles.

Her pussy was even more beautiful than you’d imagined, pink and swollen and dripping wet. You ran your thumb along the slit, feeling your pulse quicken as you dipped it inside.

She let out a little mewl, her hand tangling in your hair. You took it as a good sign and leaned forward, running your tongue along the wet line of her pussy.

She tasted so fucking good, sweet like candy and sharp like citrus. Your mouth moved over her, licking and sucking as you devoured every inch of her. Her hands tightened in your hair, pushing you closer until your nose was buried between her thighs.

She smelled like vanilla and coconut. It made your mouth water, made you want more.

You licked harder, moving in short quick strokes as your tongue flicked over her clit. Her body jerked with every touch, her muscles tensing as she neared her climax.

Your fingers moved, joining your tongue as you fingered her hard.

She came fast, her pussy pulsing around your fingers and tongue as she screamed your name. You let her come down from her high before pulling back, your mouth moving in one last swipe before you stood.

You were covered in her arousal, but you didn’t care. Elle’s eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed pink as she gazed up at you.

“Y/N,” she said softly.

You didn’t need her to finish the sentence. You knew exactly what she wanted, because you wanted it too.

You stripped her down, removing her dress and bra until she stood before you completely naked. It was a sight you’d never get tired of, all smooth curves and long legs that were just begging to be tangled with yours.

You took your time undressing yourself, teasing her with every movement. Her hands came up, her fingers tracing over the curves of your breasts as you pushed them free from your bra. You dropped the fabric to the floor and stood before her, letting her touch wherever she wanted.

Your body was warm from your exertions, flushed pink and trembling with desire. Elle’s hands roamed over you, feeling your every contour.

You leaned into her touch, wanting it to last forever. Her fingers teased over your nipples, and you bit back a moan.

“I want you,” she whispered, her voice low and raspy.

You didn’t know if she meant she wanted to fuck you or be with you, and for now, you didn’t care because you wanted it all.

You kissed her again, your tongue tangling with hers as you stumbled toward the bed. You fell in a tangled mess of limbs and sheets, laughing and kissing as you fought for dominance.

You pinned her beneath you, your hips settling between her legs. You ground down, rubbing your pussy against hers as you kissed her neck.

“You're so beautiful, Elle,” you groaned, your body already starting to build.

You rubbed faster, your clit aching for friction. Elle’s mouth latched onto your neck, sucking and biting as you rocked over her. You felt her lips wrap around your nipple, sucking it into her mouth, and your vision started to blur.

Your hips moved on their own accord, grinding faster and harder. You were getting close, too close, and you didn’t want it to end.

Elle let out a soft gasp, her hips starting to jerk with her own orgasm. Her mouth found yours again, her tongue dipping inside as you came.

It was like the entire world had exploded in a wave of heat and colour. You couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but Elle and the way her pussy felt against yours.

You rode out your climax, feeling her come against you as well. The feeling of her pulsing against you was almost too much, and you couldn’t help the soft cry that escaped your lips as another orgasm hit you.

You came in waves, clenching and releasing as Elle ground down against you.

You collapsed on top of her, your body trembling with aftershocks as your breathing slowly returned to normal.

Elle’s fingers traced over your spine, petting and soothing you as she held you close. It was comfortable and intimate and everything you wanted from her.

“Y/N?” she murmured softly.

“Stay here tonight?”

You lifted your head, gazing down at her. Her hair was mussed, her face still flushed pink from their exertions. “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”

You settled back against her, holding her close as your bodies intertwined. For tonight at least, you’d have her, and that was all that mattered. The rest could wait until tomorrow.

[choerrysjubiles]

fem!riize thoughts

pairing: rii7e x fem!reader

warning: smut! piercings, toys, fingering, (light) dom/sub themes, cunnilingus, mentions of ovulation and breeding, lowercase is intentional :3

wc: 100-125 words per member

a/n: been thinking abt fem sungchan and i need her 🚬

shotaro probably has her nipples pierced or loves it if yours are. the cold feeling of the metal rubbing against her skin always gets her going. 

definitely uses toys on you, any and everything. loves putting a vibrator on you, probably loves getting dicked down by your strap.

scissoring champion. she’s an expert at the game, loves how you both can feel good and doesn’t mind taking the submissive role if you want to take over

i think she’s a switch, sometimes likes to dom, sometimes likes to sub. the only thing she cares about is how many orgasms you both get (shes keeping that number high!)

definitely uses toys on you, any and everything.

eunseok likes to look and act more dominant but she’s a sub. always pretending to boss you around and make it look like she’s the one in charge but you’re the one making her count her orgasms after she’s been bratty.

kind of like above, i think eunseok would be closer to a service top? she’s on top but you’re still the one in charge. so if she’s riding a strap, your fingers, or getting you off, she wants to feel that rush of dominance, even if it’s fake

she’s definitely a whiner. nothing you do can stop her from whining and huffing. even when you do what she asks, she’s gonna find something to whine about

sungchan loves pushing your face into her pussy, she loves face sitting because she gets to grind and make a mess on your face

dom leaning switch. she likes playfighting to see who’s topping that night >;)

would definitely own a variety of straps and harnesses, loves seeing you ride her. teasing you and pinching your cheeks whenever you complain about how tired you are

i think a lot of what she does leans into a dominant role during sex but not so much for aftercare. i think she’d like being pampered more than pampering, with sex she’s the one leading but kinda wants you to lead aftercare

wonbin loves princess treatment, she loves being pampered and teased. so whiney and demanding but when you actually have your fingers in her, she's falling apart under you

hates telling you when she’s needy, she thinks staring at you with her wet eyes is enough and secretly likes it when you make her use her words

she’s a marker. loves biting and nipping your skin, whining when you pull away and almost tears up because she doesn’t want you farther than a few inches from her reach

i think she’s crazy when ovulating. needs you to breed her so badly. doesn’t even have to be with a strap, she needs your fingers DEEP in her while she’s rambling about you filling her up

seunghan's a tease. she doesn't care where you are or who you're with, she's guiding you somewhere to have sex. loves seeing how flustered you get when she whispers or texts you about how badly she needs you

loves mirrors and having you watch what she does to you, whispering in your ear while holding your chin up to see how her hands moving on you

definitely a switch, might lean more dominant.

loves eating you out. wants to spend hours between your legs. face sitting, on your back, leaned over a table. she likes getting head, too, but can easily get off on your pleasure

sohee tires out when domming. i just can’t see her lasting long, might start the round on top but after an orgasm or two she needs a breather. but she tries!

likes 69-ing with her underneath, loves feeling you sit on her face while you’re giving her head. sure she’s gonna need a minute before she can really pleasure you, but she promises she’ll make you cum!

likes having sex in other areas than your bedroom. likes being bent over your kitchen counter or eating you out on your couch. there’s a risk but it’s super tame, can’t see her being too into exhibitionism

anton loves showing off her strength and seeing you gawk at her physique. she's so strong and muscular and makes it her mission to manhandle you around.

she loves giving head, eager to please you and see how quickly she can make you cum, although when anton gets head she’s wants it far slower than how she gives. loves feeling you take your time and easing her into an orgasm, loves being teased and whining at you (shes the one begging to slow down 🙄)

incredibly nervous the first time you showed her some of your toys. loves them but was a little anxious when seeing a rose toy for the first time

[missnxthingg]

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In a world of celebrities, reputation matters. It doesn’t matter if you’re a singer filling up stadiums, actors earning big awards or a famous race driver, how you are perceived by the public eye is extremely important for your career. Lando Norris knew that. Yet, he continues to fuck things up day after day. The nightclubs, the girls, and the lack of winning on the tracks weren’t doing him any good. It got to the point where it didn’t matter if he did good on the race, climbing from P13 to P2, because, in the end, all everyone talked about was how his personal life was getting in the way of his professional one.

“He’ll never get a win if he continues to party like a teenage boy”, said a comment on one of his Instagram posts.

His PR team wanted to pull their hairs, bending backwards trying to clean off his image and making everyone forget about all of those bad things. As much as Lando tried to keep everything very private, things get leaked when you’re a public person. No secret stays hidden for long, especially if you’re not trying too hard to keep it hidden. But there was an old trick under their sleeves that would probably work, although the McLaren golden boy wouldn’t be very trilled with their drastic decision.

“No fucking way”, he shot once the idea was put on the table during a meeting scheduled at the McLaren Technology Centre, where he was spending the weekend to discuss new strategies for next week’s race. “You realize what you’re asking me?”

“Lando, your reputation is completely fucked. We quite literally have nothing else we could do to clean up the mess”, one of the members of the team said. “And we know lying isn’t easy, but this doesn’t have to last forever. We promise that by the end of the year, you can put off this bullshit silently”.

“It’s not the idea that is bad. Is the person you assigned me to lie with”, he crossed his arms and looked away. The head of his team sighed, knowing it would be too hard to make him break and cave into their idea.

Fake dating has been a good old trick in the celebrity world for a very long time, and it almost always works out. When the team came up with the idea, it looked almost flawless. All he needed was a girlfriend, making him look all fluffy and cute for the media once again, making everyone forget about the life he had before. Of course, it would coast a lot of sacrifices for Lando. It would require quitting the DMs slidings and now his parties would all be accompanied by the same girl. He probably would’ve accepted it in the end. Unfortunately, his team did poorly on the choice of who he would be doing this with.

“We know that you and Y/N aren’t exactly best friends, but her PR agency is close to ours, so it was easy to make an agreement with her. Also, she’s quite literally the sweetest person in the world, and everyone on the internet loves her. She’s everything your reputation needs”.

Y/N Y/L/N is the newest actress to arrive in Hollywood. Last year, she made her debut as a supporting actress on a Netflix movie. But recently, she scored a leading role on an HBO show that had everyone obsessed over her. Everyone except Lando, who already had a bad encounter with her a year prior.

“I can prove them I’m serious on the tracks, doing my own job. I don’t need a girlfriend to do that”, he leaned back into his seat and crossed his arms.

“Lando, you know that your reputation is fucked. Everybody thinks you're childish and unserious about your job. We want to change that”, his manager stepped into the conversation, pulling his attention back.

“But why her? Why the person who hates me the most in this universe?” 

“Because she’s the only one who accepted this challenge”.

Y/N was very good at her job, and she most definitely wouldn’t need any relationship to get to new places. But the publicity of dating a Formula 1 driver would be very good, since the sport is doing so good on social media. Hollywood is a game, and she’s just now learning how to play it.

Before he could even ask why she agreed into that idea, Y/N shyly opened the door, opening a small smile to everyone on the table. With his blood already boiling under his skin, Lando chuckled before getting up from the table to exit the room. He passed right through her, shoulder bumping into hers on his way out.

“I guess you already told him”, she sighed, resting her bag over a seat at the meeting table. Y/N looked at his PR agent, who she had a meeting a few days ago, and that shook her head, pointing out the disaster of a meeting they just had. “He didn’t like it at all, did he?”

“He’s not very pleased with the idea”.

“Of course”, she nodded. “I’ll talk to Norris”.

Y/N walked around the entire place, only to find Lando sitting alone in another meeting room, facing a window that had a view to the lake outside. As usual, it was a gray day in England, making the atmosphere even more heavy than he wished for it to be. Without saying a word, she sat next to him and he pretended she wasn’t there by not acknowledging her presence in the room.

“Are you really going to pretend I’m not here?”, Y/N broke the silence and Lando sighed.

“I don’t want to see you right now”, he admitted, making her roll her eyes. Could he be any more childish?

“Norris, I know it seems like the end of the world, but it’s not a big deal. We just have to pretend to be together for a while and have a quiet breakup by the end of the year”, she said, making him finally look at her. “It’s not that hard”.

“But it is, Y/N”, he grunted. “Do you know how does it feel to not be trusted? Not being trusted with your work and, most importantly, not being trusted with your actions as a human. They think that alone I cannot put out the negativity around my name”.

“It’s just for a few months. And after this is done, we won’t ever need to see each other again, you know?”, she said. 

“You realize that we’re going to be together almost all the time through an entire year, right? Not to mention that we cannot be seeing with anyone else until this deal is done. It will drive both of us insane.”

“We have to make it work”, she shot, making Lando chuckle.

“Why, Y/N?”, he crossed his arms and frowned. “Why did you accept this propose?”

“The publicity is good”, she admitted. “And you know, acting is my passion, but people need to know my name, so I can climb my way up in this industry. I’ve been trying so hard to be successful, but no new roles are offered to me. If fake dating you is a way to go, then I’m doing it”.

“You hate me”, Lando stated, making Y/N roll her eyes once again.

“We hate each other”.

“No, YOU hate me. You’ve hated me since the very first time we met”, he said, making Y/N’s mouth fall agape.

“Well, I had a pretty damn good reason to hate you, didn’t I?”

The first time they met each other was at a gala event in Monaco. Lando was required to appear by his PR team, thinking that having him appearing looking pretty as all hell would be good publicity for him. The same thing happened for Y/N, who had just come out with her first big film and needed to be seen by the public eye. But unfortunately, their first encounter wasn’t what they would consider to be nice.

Her stylist chose a beautiful white dress designed by Oscar de la Renta, with feathers at the bottom, making the dress have movement and her look absolutely fantastic as she walked through that amazingly fancy party. But just as she was starting to enjoy the party, someone bumped into her, spilling their red whine all over her. Before she could say anything, the person that bumped into her spoke up.

“Watch where you’re going, doll”, he laughed after he collided with her body, passing his hand through his shirt, checking if there were any drops on his clothes. “You nearly spilt wine on my shirt”.

He was clearly very drunk, and anyone could see it in his eyes. But Y/N didn’t care. Her perfect and amazing dress was ruined, and the person who trashed it didn’t even fucking care. It made her want to burst into flames.

“You fucking idiot! Look what you’ve done!” Y/N cried, looking down at her dress, now painted pink with the splash of wine. When she looked up, Lando was laughing, mostly because he was so out of himself, that he just couldn’t filter whatever happened a few seconds ago. “Aren’t you going to apologize?”

“Sorry”, he said, but proceeded to burp right on her face. Then, the man laughed again. Without any power to continue arguing with him, Y/N left the event and went straight home, not wanting to face another second of that event.

But, it seemed like fate was against her. A week later, after spending some marvellous few days in Monaco, Y/N was invited to watch the Formula 1 Grand Prix by her team. And even though her weekend was going amazing so far, the whole thing went down the drain when she met the same man who ruined her dress a few days ago. Only this time, he wasn’t drunk and he was wearing a racing suit, getting all ready to perform at the track later that day.

“You have got to be fucking joking”, Y/N muttered, low enough so no one could listen to it. Soon, she felt an arm around her, making her turn around and meet her agent, Clara.

“I want you to meet Lando Norris. He’s part of our PR agency as well”, she said, making Y/N walk towards the driver, who was listening to music as the mechanics around him worked at the car. 

Lando didn’t remember meeting Y/N on the gala. He had been so out of himself that night, with all the bad races he was coming from, that he did everything in his will to get out of that reality. So when a beautiful girl crossed paths with him and shot him an angry look, he didn’t understand what he did wrong to deserve such a hateful glance. 

“You don’t remember me?” She frowned once they were introduced again. “Oh, alright. You were so shitfaced that you forgot that you spilt wine over me and didn’t bother to apologize on that gala in Monaco. And then, proceeded to burp right in my face”.

He just couldn’t contain himself, and he laughed once again with the story. “I’m so sorry, baby. But this is actually very funny, sorry”.

Laughing at her face again didn’t do much on making Lando earn points with Y/N. Instead, she proceeded to hate him and make it all crystal clear every time they met on future events. And unfortunately, it happened more times than they enjoyed. After all, having their publicity teams so close to each other, they were often assigned to attend the same events; all of them filled with banters and fights that led them into a lifetime of hatred for each other. Which led them to this very important decision to take.

“Are you actually willing to put everything between us aside for this stunt?”, Lando frowned, not understanding why she would accept that challenge. Y/N took a deep breath and her lips curved into a sad, weak smile.

“I am willing to do anything for my career, Lando. Even pretending to love you”, that was the first time she ever called him Lando since they met. That definitely caught his attention. It definitely made his heart soften.

He knew the feeling of caring so much about your dream to the point of doing anything required to be done in order to achieve it. And for a second, Lando found something that connected Y/N to him: their passion for their jobs. Suddenly, what used to be an angry and confused look, turned soft and understanding just with a few words.

“I’ll do it”, he said, making Y/N breath normally again in relief.

“Okay”, she got up from his seat. But before she could exit the room, Y/N turned around and laughed. “This isn’t going to work, right?”

“Probably not”, Lando laughed too. “But if you feel like this is worthy, I trust you”.

It was one of those rare moments where he would fail on hating Y/N. The moments where his human side spoke louder. And she saw it; this time genuinely smiling to him.

 “Let’s do this, Norris”.

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A Disagreement pt3

Pt2

A long, long time ago, after a very long day, a young blonde girl led her younger sister by the hand through a quiet hall of a dark home. Younger girl, with tears in her eyes, stumbled along until they entered her room. It was only thanks to the blonde’s strength that the little one was able to climb into bed and hide under covers. Strange, it used to be easier but it hasn’t for a while now. Not since their mother went far away.

Yang:There. Nice and cozy.*smiles* Night Ruby.

Ruby:Night…

Yang turned around to begin her journey to her own bed. As she reached the door, she heard her name for the hundredth time today.

Ruby:Yang?

Yang:Hmm?

Ruby:I…

xxxxxxx

Yang:Do you…remember the month after mom died? Back when Uncle Qrow and dad were constantly out the house. We stayed up extra late.

Ruby:Yeah, I remember bits in pieces. I remember-

Yang:The horror movie trailer?

Ruby:That’s right. Ugh, how could I forget? You thought since they were gone we could finally watch it without getting in trouble.

Yang:Hehe, we never got caught. But you did end up completely scared of your own shadow. So scared in fact, that you couldn’t sleep alone.

Ruby:I was four.

Yang:I know. Silly me for not thinking about how nighttime might make those movies a bit more terrifying.

Ruby:You told me that everything was alright. If any monsters snuck into the room you’d beat them up. *soft smile* That you were way scarier and the monsters had to get past mom, dad, and Uncle Qrow first.

Yang:After that, we went to sleep together. At least, that’s what I told you when you woke up the next day. I sorta lied to you back then. I-I didn’t sleep a wink. Instead I…I cried; all night. That movie got me so badly that I wanted to hide under the covers when I got to my room, but you needed me. Looking back, maybe that wasn’t the right call.

Ruby:Are you saying that you wish left?

Yang:No. I’m saying maybe I should’ve told you how scared I was; that I wanted to hide with you and be scared together. How could I though? Every time you looked at me for comfort I couldn’t help but try to fill the role; to be a little more like mom. To be so certain and strong. To not be scared.

Ruby:…

Yang:Ruby, I was scared then. I’m scared now to the bone. *hugs knees* I’m not certain about anything, okay? I’m not ready to brave things alone. I want to tell you that no matter how you feel about me I can take it but that’s nothing but a lie. Just the thought of you hating me forever and feeling so…crushed inside, it tears me apart. I…I’m sorry. Your sister is fucking stupid! I didn’t mean what I said about falling. I didn’t mean undermine you or pick a side. I just… when things go wrong people always end with leaving me and I can’t take it! When Blake came back all I wanted was to fix things so badly that I didn’t realize I was letting things fall apart. I thought we were good! I’m so sorry I didn’t see what I was doing to you!

The girl was full blown sobbing at this point. Ruby could hear Yang struggling to breathe as Yang wept on the other side of the tree. Her own eyes began to sting again as she found the words to carry the conversation.

Ruby:..Maybe it’s jealousy or anger? To be honest, I don’t know what to call it. It’s not a lie when I tell you how happy I am for you both. I get that you’ve always had your own life and connections. Even on the first day of school I knew deep down I changed your plans by getting in early. I accepted that but… when I see the two of you so close, I can’t help but miss how things were. Before anything, for me, it was the two of us. You were my partner, my sister, my… my mom. *sobbing* And it feels like I’ve been loosing all of that! You feel so far away! I miss you. I just miss you! Nothings felt right since Beacon Fell and I don’t know what to do about it! Who we are doesn’t exist anymore.

Yang:M…*wipes eyes* Maybe, maybe that’s okay? Maybe that’s not what either of us needs anymore? Ruby, you’re so much stronger and amazing than I could ever dream, yet I still can’t help but see that scared girl sometimes that makes me want to put on a face instead of admitting I feel out of my depth. You’re right about what you said earlier; you’re the leader of team RWBY. Little sister or not, I should be running things by you a little more. Having faith and helping like a teammate. I’m sorry for what happened in Atlas. You needed support and I didn’t give it like I should’ve. Maybe the people we are now just need to be people we can still be proud of? Even if they are different.

Ruby:..I’m sorry I drunk the tea. I don’t hate you. I just thought… maybe, just maybe if I could be someone better, someone closer to you again then-

Ruby didn’t even hear Yang move around the tree. Before she could finish such a dreadful thought, Yang had all but tackled her into the tightest hug she’s ever felt.

Yang:You will always be more than enough for me. I love you.

They had both said they’ve changed. That things were different. If that were truly the case, then Ruby must’ve been doing the impossible right now because all she had the strength to do was cry her poor heart into Yang’s embrace just like when she was four.

Ruby:I’M SO SORRY I PUNCHED YOU!!! YOUR FACE IS ALL BRUISED UP!

Yang:Oh those? Better than a bloody nose, hehe. If I’m being honest, those hits were pretty impressive. Jabs into crosses were crazy. Those Ace Ops really taught you a few things.

Ruby:Not those. I got that from watching you.

xxxxxxx

It had been more than an hour since Yang got the message and ran off. Blake and Weiss were getting anxious again.

Weiss:Do you think we should’ve gone with her?

Blake:I don’t have siblings. I can’t say for certain giving them a moment was the right call or not. However, I’ve seen people close to me want nothing more than to be seen by someone who’s looking the other way. Ruby needs Yang’s undivided attention right now. Whatever problems she has with us can come later.

Weiss:I don’t know about you but I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear them. Do you think she hates us? I’m a little tired of people close to me feeling that way.

Blake:Haven’t talked your brother much since getting back? He seemed to miss you.

Weiss: I know. I guess…it’s overwhelming looking back at everything sometimes. There’s a lot things I wish I did differently.

Blake:You and I both.

The sound of the doorknob twisting catches their attention. Both of them barely breathe as the door slowly opens to show their teammates walking in. They were holding hands which should be a good sign, but their eyes were pretty puffy while their faces remained rather somber. Ruby let go of Yang’s hand and walked towards Blake, prompting the girl to stand up. Blake could immediately tell how guilty Ruby felt. It was all in her eyes.

Blake:Hey, I’m not mad at you. You’ve been through a lot.

Ruby:Thanks, but that’s not an excuse. I…I shouldn’t have criticized you like I did. That was messed up. I’m sorry.

Blake:I’m sorry too. I told you that we’d follow your lead and went on about how you inspired me. Actions speak louder than words. I hope you can forgive-

Ruby:*hugs her* I’m not too used to sharing my sister with anyone. I’m sorry I took that frustration out on you. I’m happy she found you.

Blake:I should be thanking you. After all, I met you first. Best day of my life. *hugs back*

Weiss:Would it be weird to thank you for knocking over my luggage?

Ruby:Hehe, considering what happened after, yeah. Just a little.

Weiss:If you uh, have any more grievances then I’d like if you got them out now. *rubs head* I can take it.

Ruby:Actually, there is something I want to say to you. *steps closer* Weiss…

Weiss:Y-Yes?

Ruby:Until further notice, you’re in charge.

WBY:…What!

Ruby:Guys, I’m tired. The kind of tired sleep doesn’t fix. I’m not stepping away from team or anything but right now I don’t think I can be in charge. Despite the chaos in Atlas, Ever After, and today, you never stopped trying to mend things. I mean you called Jaune today the moment I ran away.

Weiss:I actually called everyone. Including your uncle.

Yang:Damnit Weiss, he’s gonna wanna talk to Ruby and I about this. I’m emotionally exhausted already.

Weiss:I’m…not sorry actually.

Ruby:And you shouldn’t be. Thank you and I’m sorry of this is a bit selfish. Really I’m asking you to stand in for meetings and other matters for now. Helping people around the kingdom and being a teammate is all I think I can do right now. Is that okay?

Weiss:*smiles* I suppose I could finally be the leader; call a few shots. I mean WRBY and RWBY can sound exactly the same, hehe. *hugs her gently* You get your rest. When you’re ready, just let us know. No matter what you or anyone thinks, you were born to lead this team and you’ll do it wonderfully.

Ruby:…Wow, that’s so different from “Ozpin made a mistake.”

Weiss:*lets go* I am so sorry I said that. I was terrible to you.

Ruby:It’s alright. You were kinda terrible to everyone back then.

Blake:Some more than others, but that’s been water under the bridge.

Weiss:And yet it’s being brought up.

Ruby:Hehehe…

knock knock knock

Qrow:Hey, open up!

Yang:Damnit Weiss.

Weiss:Still not sorry.

Ruby:C’mon. Let’s go get this over with. On the bright side I think I’m out of tears.

The two sisters walk to the door and open it to greet their uncle. That’s when they realized they were both not out of tears at all. The moment they saw them, their chest got tight as a red portal closed behind him. He stepped aside to show Raven had made a house call; not here but to Patch. Of all the people to see right now, their father had to be at the top and bottom of the list.

Tai watched both of his girls all but shrink in demeanor, Ruby’s lip quivering while Yang couldn’t find the strength to hold eye contact. He noticed the bruises on faces and knuckles as well as dirt stains on their clothes.

Tai:Looks like you two really got into it. Not that I’m surprised. You two always butted heads occasionally. Kinda reminds me of two other siblings who don’t back down.

Qrow and Raven:Pfft.

Yang and Ruby:We’re sorry…

Tai:Heh, is that all you want to say?*opens arms*

Immediately they ran into his arms to receive a true dose of nostalgia. How long has it been since they felt this warmth? Too long for their liking. Finally, after such a long journey, here was the chance to be the one thing they haven’t been in a while. Simply daughters.

Yang and Ruby:We missed you, dad.

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Made to Destroy ⭑˚💎⭑ 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒

bnha x op!reader

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You are the product of a series of twisted experiments, an anomaly that shouldn’t have ever existed in the first place. Thankfully, you are taken into the arms of a hero and given a new purpose in life. But as you soon discover, it isn’t easy to deny your true nature, especially when you were made to destroy.

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“Not a real human,” Aizawa mumbles weakly. “So… what are you trying to say?” 

“To clarify, I don’t mean that she was conceived artificially,” Dr. Iwase says. “There are plenty of parents who employ various methods in order to have children, and all of those are perfectly acceptable, thanks to medicine’s advancements. But when I say that [Name] isn’t a real human, I mean that she was not conceived, but rather, created. Time and time again, she’s said that her very first memory is waking up in front of the man who harmed her, no? And while it’s true that children often experience infantile amnesia to some extent, it still wouldn’t make sense for her to have absolutely zero memories preceding that event. Which is why I believe… [Name] was created by that man, who is presumably a scientist, and she took her very first breath on the same day you met her.” 

Aizawa swallows. Right. He had a feeling that this was where the conversation was headed. 

“She was created just recently,” Dr. Iwase continues. “Which would mean that she never experienced the gestation stage, nor infantile development, as ordinary humans do. It would also explain why her medical data is so puzzling to me. Considering everything we know about her, and how strange her circumstances are, I can’t think of any other explanation, no matter how far-fetched it may seem.” 

“So, what then?” Aizawa frowns. God, he feels like he’s going to be sick. It’s true that for a while now, deep down, he’s felt like you were quite different from the other kids. But nothing could have prepared him for such a harrowing revelation. 

“[Name] was created,” Dr. Iwase goes on, frowning slightly. “And… I still don’t understand how that man transplanted a Quirk. I’ve never heard of Quirks being donated from one person to the next. But [Name] said that he mentioned something about wanting her to be durable, and that alone tells me that she wasn’t created to fill the role of a child. If that were the case, he could have used virtually any other means to conceive her. The fact that he artificially engineered a human can only mean that whatever his intentions were, they can’t possibly have been good. After all, why would she need such a powerful regeneration Quirk? It’s almost as if he intended for her to get hurt. Perhaps, and it sickens me to even suggest it, but… perhaps she was meant to be used as a weapon.” 

Aizawa slams his fist against the wall without even realizing it, and Dr. Iwase flinches, visibly taken aback.

“Shit,” Aizawa curses. “Sorry, I’m… I’m just really pissed off right now. I just can’t understand what kind of maniac would do something like that. It doesn’t matter how she came to exist. The fact of the matter is that she does exist. She’s living and breathing, just like the rest of us, and she’s a kid, for crying out loud! I don’t care if her circumstances are unique. You can’t look at her and tell me she’s not a real little girl.” 

Dr. Iwase nods, then offers a sad smile. “Yes. Of course, I agree. [Name] behaves just like any other child would. Her background doesn’t make her any lesser than her peers. When I said she wasn’t a real human, I was just trying to stress that her existence came about artificially, rather than naturally. But she is alive and sentient, just like you and I are. It goes without saying that she needs to be protected.” 

“Artificially engineering a human,” Aizawa scowls. “Doesn’t that violate some code of ethics? People can’t be playing God like that. Not to mention that whoever created her most likely had malicious intentions, and she’s already admitted to being hurt by him. I swear, when I find this lowlife…” 

Aizawa withdraws his fist from the wall and clenches it even tighter. His knuckles are bright red, and a few spots of blood stain his skin. He slowly drops his fist to his side, but all the while, this entire body is shaking.

He’s a hero. All his life, he’s fought to protect other people. It’s a valiant, noble pursuit, even though he would certainly never refer to himself using such pretentious terms. 

But here’s the thing. Heroes don’t kill. No matter how dangerous the villain, no matter the danger that they face, heroes must always strive to apprehend criminals and bring them back to the police, rather than ending their lives outright. 

Aizawa is a hero, so it goes without saying that he must adhere to those rules. 

And yet, whenever it concerns you, it’s almost as if all the rules go flying straight out the window. 

The man who did this to you… the absolute scumbag that had the nerve to think of you as a tool… 

Aizawa has already made up his mind. 

If he ever crosses paths with that sicko, he’s going to make him wish he was dead. 

“Whoever is responsible for [Name]’s existence is no doubt a criminal wanted on several heavy charges,” Dr. Iwase nods gravely. “He won’t go unpunished. Although finding him will be a trickier matter, since we don’t know his name, or his general location, and as of now, a vague physical description is the most that we have. Perhaps more details will come to [Name] over time. Either way, I’m sure the police will want to investigate this matter, as it seems highly dangerous. Artificially engineering humans, and not only that… but transplanting Quirks. This can’t possibly bode well.” 

That much is obvious. Aizawa has never heard of Quirks being given to people. He always thought they could only ever manifest naturally. Perhaps this deranged scientist discovered a way to pull it off after years of research. It sounds difficult to believe, but considering everything else that’s been discussed here today, it certainly isn’t impossible. 

“At the very least, I suppose we finally have a bit more information to go off now,” Dr. Iwase sighs. “You should contact the police and fill them in on what we discussed. Give my contact information as well, so that I can weigh in and tell them my theory. It’s possible that I’m completely off the mark, but if nobody’s come looking for [Name] after all this time… it’s either this, or perhaps, her parents have already passed away.” 

Aizawa shakes his head. “No. What you’re saying makes sense. And supposing her parents really are deceased, it’s still strange how she claims she never knew them. Everything happening here is far too abnormal. I think, despite the initial confusion, we’ve finally figured out the truth. Even if the truth is hard to swallow.” 

Dr. Iwase nods again, still with that tinge of sadness in his eyes. It really is unfortunate that this is the reality that’s been thrust upon you. Details aside, you are a kid. You think and act just like one. You’re innocent and carefree, and when you smile, Aizawa swears the whole world gets brighter. 

It’s up to him to protect that radiant smile of yours. 

“Thank you again for meeting with me,” Aizawa bows. “This was a necessary discussion, and I’m glad we were at least able to clear some things up. If you don’t mind, I’ll be taking [Name] home now.” 

“It’s no problem. I wish I could say that the worst part is over, but… it seems like this battle has only just begun.” 

“That’s fine,” Aizawa says. He narrows his dark eyes. “No matter how long it takes, and no matter how difficult it is, I’ll do everything in my power to get that bastard locked up. Someone needs to teach him that lives aren’t meant to toy with.” 

He bows once more, then re-enters the room, where you’ve been waiting obediently this whole time. 

“What happened?” you frown. “I heard a loud noise coming from outside. Did someone get hurt?” 

Aizawa quickly hides his red, aching knuckles behind his back. “I just tripped,” he lies. “And I bumped into the wall a bit hard.” 

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” 

You hop off the exam table and walk over to him, peering up through wide, concerned eyes. Aizawa thinks it’s adorable how you worry about him. You’ve got so much on your plate as it is, and yet, you always seem to be putting others first. 

You’ll be an amazing hero. 

“I’m okay,” Aizawa reassures. He crouches down next to you, then uses his uninjured hand to ruffle your hair. “I just spoke to the doctor, and he said you’re still perfectly healthy, so we can leave now. And since you’ve been so patient with all these hospital visits, I’ll make sure to get you as many burgers as you want today.”

It only takes a second for you to explode from excitement. 

“Really?!” you exclaim, and you start jumping up and down, unable to contain yourself. “Oh my gosh, it’s a burger fest! I’m gonna get ten, no—fifteen burgers! And you already promised, so no take-backs!” 

Aizawa chuckles softly. “No take-backs. Today, you can have your fill.” 

There’s a good chance you’ll throw up from overeating, but he supposes every kid has to learn that the hard way. As long as you’re happy, then he’s happy too. 

Either way, there’s no doubt about it now. You have no family to return to, and regardless of how long the investigation goes on for, it’s highly unlikely anyone will ever come looking for you. But that’s okay. Just because you’re different from the other kids doesn’t mean you’ll have to suffer for it. Aizawa will make sure that your life is filled to the brim with joy, excitement, and everything a kid could ever want. 

From now on, he will be your family.

A few days ago, something truly horrible happened. 

You threw up while eating your beloved burgers. 

But how? How could they betray me like this? 

To put it simply, you are flabbergasted. You always believed that burgers could do no wrong. And yet, after stuffing your face with countless of them, which was pretty much the best moment of your life, you were suddenly seized by a violent sensation in your stomach, and you ended up having to purge into a toilet. 

“This is why you need to pace yourself,” Aizawa said. “I let you have a bunch of burgers, but you see what happened? If you eat too much of anything, you’ll get sick. From now on, be more aware of your own limits, okay? But I guess I’m also to blame, since I let you keep eating despite knowing it wasn’t going to end well.” 

It was a harrowing experience, and even that is an understatement. But you suppose you’ve learned an important lesson.

Even a burger—the most amazing food in the world—can be a double-edged sword if not wielded carefully. 

But mostly, you learned that you don’t like to throw up. It was icky. 

Anyways, you’re back in school now. The whole class was given several days off from school because of the hostage situation at the museum. The kids were given some space to rest and spend much-needed time with their families. Even now, a good deal of your classmates are absent, and you have no doubt they’re still recovering from the traumatic event. The teacher surely understands, and despite the noticeably smaller class size, she does her best to keep the atmosphere lively and upbeat. 

“Okay, everyone!” she beams. “For today’s art class, I’m going to split you into pairs and have you paint your partner’s portrait!” 

I hope I get paired up with Izuku.

You turn hopefully towards the freckled boy’s desk, and based on the way he keeps shyly glancing your way, you get the feeling that he’s thinking the same thing. 

There aren’t a ton of kids in class today, so the odds are actually on your side. Although truthfully, you wouldn’t really mind being paired up with anyone. Well, anyone but—

“[Name], you’re going to be working with Bakugou today.” 

Your jaw drops open, and the very next moment, Katsuki’s jaw drops open as well. 

“Hell no!” he cries out. “Why do I have to work with that idiot?!” 

“Bakugou, stop it,” the teacher chides. “It isn’t nice to speak to your classmates that way. If you keep saying rude things, I’m going to have to put you in time-out.” 

Katsuki grits his teeth, clearly mortified beyond words. Nobody likes being put in time-out. It’s humiliating. You know this because it happened to you once when one of the kids fooled you into drawing something inappropriate on the blackboard. 

So, regretfully, it doesn’t look like you’ll be getting to work with Izuku for today’s activity. It’s a shame, but you suppose it’s not the end of the world. Besides, you’re used to dealing with Katsuki’s nonsense by now. 

Everyone is given a big piece of paper, and a handful of paints. Katsuki lets out a displeased huff as he sits down in front of you and picks up his paintbrush. Since you’ve never actually painted before, and since you need to get a good look at his face to do his portrait properly, you proceed to just stare at him.

“What’s your problem?” he snaps. “Quit staring at me and start painting, moron!” 

“But I need to memorize your face,” you insist. “So that I can paint you properly. I want to do a good job. I’m also not really sure what to paint, since your expression keeps changing. But I guess I should probably just make you look angry.” 

“Asshole,” Katsuki mutters, but he drops the issue quickly enough and gets to work. He must be trying to get it over with as fast as possible. 

Katsuki isn’t normally quiet, but since he’s so focused on his task, you’re graced with a blissful period of silence. The whole classroom is silent, for that matter. All you can hear is the sound of brushes dipping into paint and creating occasional brushstrokes across the paper. You’re not talking either, and in fact, your tongue is poking out of the corner of your mouth as you occasionally glance at Katsuki, as a reference for your painting.

Finally, you set your brush down.

“Okay,” you say. “I think I’m done.” 

Katsuki sets his brush down too, then crosses his arms. “So am I. Well, go ahead. Show me what you painted. There’s no way it’ll be better than mine, though.” 

You look down at your painting, and honestly? You feel pretty confident about how you did. This was your very first time, after all, but it almost felt as natural as breathing. Perhaps you’re secretly an artist in the making. Oh! Maybe you can be a hero-artist! Assuming there’s even such a thing. 

You’re giggling to yourself, off in your own little world, and Katsuki rolls his eyes before reaching out to grab your paper in his hands. 

And then, he blinks. 

“What the hell… is this shit?!” 

He lifts up the paper, and based on how he’s mashing his teeth in a fit of rage, you suppose he doesn’t quite get the appeal. Silly boy. He doesn’t even know true art when it’s staring him right in the face. Or—when it is his face, for that matter. 

“It’s you,” you say simply, then you purse your lips. “I thought I made it look pretty accurate. Look, the painting of you is frowning and everything. Just like you are in real life.” 

“In what world is this ugly painting supposed to be me?!” 

Katsuki appears incredibly offended, although you’re not sure why. He makes ugly faces all the time. You figured that painting was the spitting image of him.

You roll your eyes. “Okay, well let’s see what you painted, since you’re apparently so much better than me. But if it’s worse than mine, I don’t want to hear you whining anymore.” 

You reach for his piece of paper, and admittedly, you’re not expecting much. Katsuki likes to brag a lot, after all. He’s probably just being arrogant like usual.

But it turns out that he has good reason to be arrogant.

One look at his painting suddenly makes you feel incredibly self-conscious about the garbage you’d prided yourself on just moments ago. 

“This is… me?” you blink. You study the painting carefully, and you can’t help the way your fingers rise to pat your face in disbelief. “Wow, it’s… it’s really good! I look so pretty!” 

Katsuki leans back in his chair and scowls. “Obviously. I told you mine would be better. If I’m gonna do something, I make sure to do it properly. Ugh. Still can’t believe I had to get paired up with you, of all people…” 

He’s bitching nonstop, as always, but you’re far too preoccupied with the painting to pay him any mind. 

It looks really, really nice. Katsuki has a dirty mouth, and he’s rude to the other kids—most notably Izuku—but you have to give credit where it’s due. He’s smart, has a pretty strong Quirk, and seems to be good at pretty much everything. 

He isn’t a nice guy, and that’s the main reason why you don’t respect him. But… there are certainly some things that are worthy of admiration.

And this is one of them.

“Hehe,” you grin, unable to tear your eyes off the painting. “I love it. It’s so cute. Katsuki, you did a really good job. I’m sorry for bragging earlier. You’re right that your painting is way better than mine.” 

“...huh?” 

Katsuki frowns. You really are weird. Most people would hate to be proven wrong, so why is it that you’ve got that stupid smile plastered across your face? Why is it that you don’t feel the slightest bit insecure, even when things don’t go your way? 

Why is it that… the longer he stares at your smile, the funnier his chest feels? 

“I wanna take this painting home!” you exclaim. “To show Aizawa and Mic. I’m sure they’ll love it too. Hey, do you think the teacher will let me? She will, right? I really hope so.” 

Katsuki doesn’t respond. He’s too busy avoiding your gaze, and for some reason, his cheeks are getting ridiculously hot.

You lean across the table slightly. “Hm? Katsuki, your face is really red all of a sudden. Are you sick? If you have a fever, you should probably—”

“Shut up!” 

Maybe he really does have a fever, because for a moment there, he actually thought you looked pretty. 

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