#thom yorke x reader

[graciepasty]

Carl Grimes. The Walking Dead (2010).

[nobodyinthenight]

I LOVE RADIOHEAD DHDHDJSJSKOSJESJN

[aemondseyepatch]

TWILIGHT (AU) 

— ewan mitchell as edward cullen

Made this edit just for funsies because Insider made a fancast list for the twilight reboot, and they pick Ewan as Edward. If you think this is funny or absurd, don’t worry because even myself is not a big fan of the idea. I rather see Ewan as Caius or any member of the Volturi :p

[jemblespee]

You Do It To Yourself: A Morrissey x Reader Adventure

Thom was quite annoyed when his concert was interrupted by the sudden crash-landing of Steven Morrissey. Morrissey groaned as he rose to his feet, looking around him and seeing that he had landed in a group of thoroughly depressed-looking middle aged men. He tried to use his vegan abilities to return to (y/n), his one true love, but to no avail.

How could this be? He had never once broken vegan code.

He put his hand to his mouth. Of course, throughout his multiple beatings he had tasted his own blood. (Note for reader: blood is not vegan).

"To hell with it," he swore under his breath, turning to the stage to see Radiohead staring down at him.

Morrissey had never had any personal issues with the band, but Johnny Greenwood, being a member of the Coalition of Guitar-Playing Johnnies, shared his ally's contempt for the man he saw below. The band began to play.

But this was no regular music.

It was evil music.

Thom had heard about the break up, through the microphones that he had implanted in various frogs around (y/n)'s general area, and thought that perhaps if he could end Morrissey once and for all, you would love him as he loved you.

They began to play. Morrissey felt nothing as the opening riff of "Let Down" rang across the stadium, but as the song progressed he felt it. It was slow at first, just a lightness in the feet, until eventually he was hovering completely in the air, then the good part kicked in.

Morrissey felt himself ascend. Thrown through space and time he saw the face of god, before crashing down right on your doorstep. But how could he ever win you back? He sat on the doorstep and wept like a little bitch.

The End

[ben-pincus]

nevermind lads we're back to relating to radiohead's creep

[yoursicklilbaby]

Just Like Honey

I cannot believe that I did it, but I did it, and the second part is yet to come.

Pairing: Agatha x Non-binary Reader x Rio

Summary: AU. You were invited to a fancy art-exhibition opening where you saw the Green Lady performance; the rest is history.

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: NSFW 18+

this was supposed to be a smut with some plot, but I’m a slowburner. Mommy, daddy kinks, a bit of smoking, tantra, submission, dominance, petnames, orgasm control.

Butt stuff awaits in the next chapter, sorry guys xx

***

You were heading towards the exit of the building to take a break from the cramped halls of the museum and have a cigarette. Not that you were an avid smoker, but a friend of yours left her pack at your place the other day, and you felt like a mischievous teen sneaking out—it tickled your fancy, even though you were now almost 30 years old, getting your Ph.D. in psychology, but still not quite believing that you’d made it this far. A grown-ass therapist, helping people with their stuff, yet still having your gay panicky moments when surrounded by gorgeous women at events like this.

It was an opening of an art-exhibition to which you had been invited by your friend who worked there as a curator but she was now busy with her colleagues in the venue’s private lounges, so you were all by yourself. You were enjoying the buzz of the exquisite gathering, but were a little stunned after the performance you had just seen.

A beautiful dark-haired woman in a green sparkling ballet leotard—her arms and legs beautifully adorned with black mesh fabric, ropes and flowers—danced alone in the center of a darkly lit room to the soundtrack of Thom Yorke's Suspiria.

You loved the movie and remembered how it turned you on, particularly the unspoken interaction between Tilda Swinton and Dakota Johnson’s characters. This performer was nothing alike—there was definitely something witchy about her, but in a different way. She was not subtle at all—like a storm of green fire, she radiated power, so free and uninhibited; her movements and leaps resembled a dance of tribal origins, with dust swirling up as she touched the ground. Heavy breathing stirred all your senses, she smelled of some herbal fragrance, with a dash of amber-musk earthy touch. You stayed close and felt it, causing your cheeks redden, and you instinctively clenched your thighs, as a wave of thrill surged within you. The intense sexual energy in the thick air was overwhelming, and you felt the urge to calm down.

Standing at the museum’s main entrance, you lit the cigarette, took a few puffs and looked around. It was nice outside, with all those glowing neon lights and fog. You took out your phone to snap selfies with your cigarette to tease your social media followers later.

‘These are gonna kill you one day, rock’n’rolla,’ said the raspy voice not far from you.

You were about to respond to such a cliché with a grumpy face, but looked up and saw her.

The woman in her 50s in a fancy dark purple suit was devouring you with her piercing blue eyes. Her purposely disheveled hair with a long, wavy bangs emphasized her mysterious and even fierce gaze. God, she was sexy, exactly your type. You stood there in silence with your burning cigarette, while she grinned.

‘Lovely opening, isn’t it?’ she said, inviting you to a small talk.

‘Yeah, indeed,’ you said with a little tremor in your voice. ‘You know, I don’t actually smoke, it’s just…’ Surprisingly for yourself, you started making excuses like a schoolboy.

‘I was kidding, hon.’ She laughed and came closer. ‘May I?’

‘Sure.’ Ignoring the nickname, that made you feel disoriented, you gently reached toward her side, expecting her to grab the cigarette with her hand. Instead, she inhaled it with her mouth, her lips brushing softly against your fingertips. You were in so much trouble.

‘Agatha Harkness,’ she introduced herself.

‘Y/N, they/them,’ you said, preventing any potential subsequent misunderstandings.

‘I’ll remember that,’ she winked at you and looked you over from head to toe, making you blush.‘Love the shoes!’

‘Thanks…Agatha.’ You smiled and gazed at your worn but timeless Docs. They were a win-win choice to accompany your laidback look with black jacket and jeans with a chain dangling from them. She came closer and playfully touched the chain.

‘You’re a classy, rock’n’rolla, aren’t you? You must be an artist?’

‘No, no, I’m just…a tourist. My friend is working there, she invited me.’

‘I see,’ Agatha was inspecting you with her languid eyes.

You were trying to do your best and continue the small talk. God, you were so bad at this, but this time your gut was telling you to buckle up, treat the woman with respect, and make words into sentences. She was so magnetic, you were willing to do anything not to bore or spook her away. You were ready to do anything overall and to follow her anywhere.

‘What about you? Are you here by yourself?’ you asked.

‘My wife is performing tonight, and I have a penchant for contemporary art. A philanthropist, so to speak. What’s your thing?’

Something dropped inside you, as you heard about the wife. But Agatha looked so alluring, still staring at you: she approached your hand with a cigarette once again and ghosted your fingers with her lips, giving you shivers.

‘I’m a therapist actually. I fancy different forms of arts, but this time it was the performance that hit right in the heart. Have you seen it? The one with the dancing green lady?’

‘I have. Many times.’

‘Many times? I thought it was a special thing for the opening…’

‘Rio, the green lady, she’s my wife,’ Agatha smirked.

Fucking hell, no way. You couldn’t hide the redness in your cheeks any more and you bet she noticed.

‘Wow, I mean…she’s really good.’

‘She is. I’m glad that you loved it,’ she smiled suspiciously.

‘So, Y/N, do you wanna get back or take a stroll with me?’

‘I…what about Rio?’

‘Ah, Rio is having an after-party with a group of artists later tonight.’

‘Won’t you join her?’

‘I’m too old for such things—

‘You’re not old,’ you interrupt her. ‘You are—

‘I am what?’

‘You’re…a vision.’

‘That’s cute, thank you,’ she bit her lip, pleased with your compliment. ‘So are you coming with me or not?’

You vigorously nodded. She flipped her lush hair back over her shoulder, adjusted her jacket and said teasingly:

‘Come, pet!’

It was impertinent, to say the least. You were taken aback with this new nickname, but followed her anyway. Agatha seemed to be full of secrets that were eager to be revealed.

***

You were walking down the alley together, talking about art and her business. You were so curious, you wanted to know everything about the woman. It turned out that she was in charge of many of the upscale contemporary art exhibitions around the world, and she enjoyed having authority while guiding her teams. Needless to say, she was rich, maybe even get-away-with-murder rich, but when discussing her work, she expressed herself with a great deal of passion–it wasn't merely about money, but rather about the beauty she wanted to share globally. That was incredibly powerful.

The faint glow of the lanterns barely lit up the fallen autumn leaves beneath your feet; with the air being crisp and chilly, you raised the collar of your jacket and hugged yourself tightly. It didn’t go unnoticed by Agatha, so she put her hand on your back, caressing you warmly. Unintentionally, you curved your back a bit, enjoying her gentle touch.

‘Look at you, poor thing, you’re shivering! Let’s get you home, I need you alive.’

You blushed again but didn’t hesitate. To be frank, you loved being taken care of, especially by older women.

You followed her to her car and dropped your jaw—an exquisite purple Mercedes with a slick, shiny hood and graceful outline was waiting for you; the muffled sound of a running engine and the headlights flashing enticingly. A slender girl in a leather jacket and a chauffeur's hat emerged from the driver’s seat and opened the rear doors for you both.

‘This is Lee, my bodyguard. Lee, this is Y/N, let’s take them wherever they tell you to go and then we’ll head home. Mommy needs her sleep.’ Agatha sighed looking at you to ensure you heard her one-liner.

You got turned on in a second and felt already wet; your cunt was aching, being aroused just by the word alone. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

‘Yes, ma’am,’ shortly answered Lee, and glanced at you from the rear-view mirror with a cold demeanour.

You muttered the address to the car dynamic and looked sideways.

‘Don’t worry, hon, Lee is my person of trust. She’s very protective and just does her job well, making sure my family is safe as kittens, that’s right, Lee?’

Lady in black nodded and fixed her eyes on a road, a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

‘At what time should I pick up Rio, ma’am?’

‘I bet she’s partying all night, so just park somewhere in the area on your ride back; she will call you.’ Agatha said a little worriedly, biting her lip.

‘Roger that.’

They both seemed suspicious but you thought that it would be inappropriate to ask Agatha about her partner right now. You didn’t want to interfere with their relationship, despite Agatha assuring you that it was fine for the two of you to hang out.

‘Rio is a little out of control sometimes, you know,’ Agatha said as if she could read you mind. ‘Once they went into the woods and had a bonfire with fireworks, Rio’s idea. It was a restricted area, so I had to clean up the mess and deal with the police. When she parties nonstop, I lose control and worry. And I hate being worried.’

‘It’s okay to worry when you love someone, don’t be too hard on yourself,’ you said.

‘Thank you, doc,’ she smirked and stroked your thigh.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to shrink you,’ you said, melting by her touch.

‘It’s fine, I just wanted to call you ‘doc’, it turns me on.’

You giggled nervously, trying to gather a response, but couldn’t think of anything and turned your face away from her in embarrassment.

Suddenly Agatha moved closer to you and tucked your short hair behind your ear; she stopped her fingers on your earlobe, rubbing it gently. You closed your eyes and moaned faintly. She enjoyed watching how easily you trembled under her touch. The car was slowing down and you saw the features of your house through the window.

‘Turn around, pet. I want your beautiful eyes to look at me now,’ the woman commanded. You couldn’t resist her low strict voice. You wanted to obey her.

‘That’s a good pet, look at me, talk to me. Is it okay when I call you so?’ Agatha was holding your chin, her gaze was serious.

‘Yes,’ you mumbled.

‘Not quite the answer. Say it again.’

‘Yes, Agatha.’

‘Nah-ah. Try harder. You know the answer.’

‘Yes…Mommy.’

‘Well done, pet,’ she bestowed you with a warm smile and pecked your cheek. ‘Now give me your phone number, I’ll text you soon.’

***

And just like that, it took up almost all of your brain cells for the weekend—a VIP purple lounge embellished with poison ivy exuding an amber-sandalwood scent. You googled Agatha, but it was pointless—people like her tended to stay in the shadows savouring their power in other ways.

Rio Vidal, on the other hand, was easy to find. She was a prodigy dancer and had hundreds of instagram followers. God, how sublime she was, looking from photos straight into the camera with her brown eyes giving the evil witchy gaze, the same you saw at her performance. She was insanely hot and intimidating at the same time. You were scrolling her page carefully, trying not to accidentally like any photo—you were still uncertain about what kind of relationship they had and you definitely didn’t want someone like Rio to turn into your enemy.

Your phone didn’t make a sound during the whole weekend, and you were about to admit that all of this was just a delusional dream, that probably Rio came back home the other day, they had a conversation, and Agatha deleted your number for good, giving preference to her family. That made sense, albeit frustrating, as your imagination had already conjured vivid images of Agatha touching you, controlling you, calling you nicknames and teasing you until you beg for her mercy.

comepetlookatmepetgoodpetmommyneedshersleeppetpetpetpetpetpetpetpetpetpetpetpet

Jeez, just a brief thought of it made your stomach churn in seconds. And truthfully, as much as you hated to say it, Rio crossed your mind as well. In fact, you were craving both of them to make your wildest dreams come true, and you were ready to go to great lengths to get the unachievable; you were dying of hunger and lust. But you couldn’t do a thing about it. It was burning you inside out.

On Monday, you worked with your clients in a cabinet, doing your best not to let your mind interfere with your therapy process. You were doing this for a long time, so normally your personal life stayed aside, and you would easily go into meta-position, all senses on a client and their session. But today was challenging as hell, and you were waiting for your supervision to let it all out from your chest and move on for good.

During a break, you went outside for a smoke—it evoked recent memories and made you feel things. You closed your eyes and pictured Agatha’s lips on your fingertips. Was it even real? Or was it a spell casted by the green witch dancing to Volk in the dusty room? Fuck, it ached so much, and also turned you on, just thinking of that Friday evening. Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Your heart raced, and you felt fever all over your body.

Hey bro, sorry for leaving you alone! Did you have fun?

Such a bummer. Finally, your friend remembered your existence, but right now you didn’t give a flying fuck.

That was a blast, thanks again for the invite!

You were ready to throw your useless phone somewhere out of sight and forget about it until the end of the working day. You were furious, to say the least.

***

In the evening, when you came back home, you couldn’t help but open Rio’s instagram page again. As if something there would give you a clue why the fuck Agatha was torturing you. Yes, you knew you had no right to judge; being a homewrecker never was in your plans, but still—she gave you a promise, and you believed her. At least one text…You couldn’t accept that you were played like a teen, and you hated it so much, being trapped by her looks, teasing nicknames, and touches. God, you’d give up everything to feel her touch on your skin again.

Mommy please…

All of a sudden you lost your patience and felt brave enough to open Rio’s stories. It’s not stalking if a person is a celebrity, is it? After all, she had numerous followers, so it was unlikely she recognized you among the crowd based on your avatar.

There were some reposts about yoga or tantric classes, nothing that would give you any information…well, it was worth a try. You closed the page, sighed with a bittersweet relief and laughed at yourself. What am I doing? Just put yourself together, delulu.

Just then, your phone vibrated, and you noticed a new number in the preview. You quickly sprang out of bed as if it were on fire.

You didn’t forget about Mommy, did you?

OH MY GOD. You smiled to yourself like an idiot and screamed in high-pitched voice, covering your mouth with a palm of your hand. Fuck. What should I say. Sweet suffering Jesus. You couldn’t believe that it was happening, but somehow you put your shit together and came up with a suitable response.

I don’t remember anything else.

Good pet. What do you think about coming over on Friday evening to our place?

It would be a pleasure!

I’ll send Lee to pick you up at 8PM, be ready.

Yes!

Wrong answer.

Yes, Mommy

;)

You laughed at the old-fashioned smile she sent, but thought that it was cute. You counted days until Friday, so desperate to see her again. There was just one tiny mystery regarding ‘our place’ in her message.

Does it mean that Rio would be there too? Or does it refer to ‘our house’ meaning the place where they live? Will Rio be out? Does she know?

Thoughts were racing in your head, but you were too anxious to ask in advance. And, frankly speaking, you always loved surprises.

***

On Friday evening at exactly 8PM, the same purple car pulled up to your house, and Lee briefly waved to you with her hand, the same pokerface though.

You sat beside her, deciding that it would be more comfortable to avoid eye contact. She still seemed to be somewhat scary. It was an awkward silence for a while.

‘It's a 30-minute ride, so feel free to play some music if you like.’

You gladly accepted, and she handed you the chord. You picked something neutral, and ‘Shadow’ by Chromatics began to play from the Mercedes' speakers.

‘You have a good taste, Y/N.’

‘Thanks, Lee,’ you answered a bit surprised that she remembered your name.

***

They lived out of town; the car parked in front of a big house, which resembled one of those from thrillers featuring families living in chic houses with expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, observed by serial killers. Elegant minimalism with a lovely garden.

As you walked through the gates, your heart raced with excitement. She was standing there, arms crossed and head tilted. Those stunning hair, with a flawless dark-brown balayage. She gave you a wink and your cunt instantly reacted and flowed.

‘Nice to see you again, rock’n’rolla,’ Agatha smiled.

‘Thanks for having me. Your house is amazing!’

‘You haven’t even seen what’s inside. Come, pet, Rio can’t wait to meet you.’

Your eyes widened in shock as you gasped in confusion—Agatha placed her hand on your back to reassure you.

‘Hi, I’m Rio!’

A striking woman in total black appeared in the grand hallway, seemingly appearing from thin air. You began to wonder if she might actually be a witch.

‘Pleasure to meet you, I’m Y/N,’ you replied nervously, extending your hand for a shake unable to come up with anything better.

‘I heard! Agatha told me that you watched me dancing and you loved it, didn’t you?’ Rio approached closely, giving you the wildest seductive smile, then grasped your hand tightly and led you into the living room. You smelled the familiar earthy scent she’d worn before. Oh god.

You and Agatha were sitting on a blue velvet couch around a coffee table filled with snacks, soft drinks, and fruit of all kinds. Rio was gracefully laying on the fluffy carpet before you, leisurely putting a cherry into her mouth, and you couldn't take your eyes off this little spectacle. It looked like she was intentionally teasing you, leaving you unsure if you needed Agatha's consent to gaze at her wife that way.

‘Do you know anything about tantra, Y/N?’ she asked you, looking at Agatha sideways, as if they’d be having a silent conversation the whole time.

‘I…well, not much, to be honest,’ you muttered.

‘I bet you’ll love it! You know, it’s my new thing apart from dancing. We planned something special for today, and it’s absolutely magical,’ she playfully raised her eyebrows and smirked.

I see, everything about you two is magical.

Agatha observed you the entire time, and you were sitting there red-faced, drenched in desire, unsure how to act. You didn't dare look at Agatha at that moment, felt guilty about being so attracted to Rio, yet it was beyond your control.

‘You’re blushing, sweetheart, is everything alright?’ Agatha traced her fingers down your thigh, sending shivers down your spine.

‘Yeah…I’m good,’ you answered looking down, studying the carpet patterns.

‘Look me in the eye, when I’m talking to you, pet,’ she said harshly.

You were startled, but you obeyed. A smile appeared on her strict face as she stroked your cheekbone. She narrowed her eyes and clicked her tongue.

‘They are so beautiful, aren’t they, Rio?’ Agatha said moving her face closer to yours.

‘You have impeccable taste, my love,’ said Rio, sucking on a berry.

You could hear the sound of her tongue slurping, but now you were sure you would need Agatha’s permission to gaze at Rio. Anyway, now you were staring at Agatha’s face in admiration—her stern eyebrows, her pale skin, lovely crinkles around her eyes when she was smiling, prominent jawline and those delicious kissable red lips. How badly you wanted to kiss them. She smelled of wood and bergamot; it was a heavy perfume that made you feel a bit dizzy, but you wanted to drown in her deep waters with dangerous waves. You longed to be swallowed whole by her.

‘Lee told me you're a melomaniac, do you have any suggestions for our playlist? By the way, you can look at Rio now, if you want to, hon,’ Agatha caressed your cheek once more, giving you her approval.

You couldn't tell if the whole situation was scaring you or turning you on, but something was pushing you to take action. Use it or lose it.

You took out your phone and linked it to the speaker.

Madi Sipes ‘Somebody’s daughter’ started playing in the background:

Somebody’s daughter’s calling me daddy, so I get on my knees, I’ll do everything for you…

‘Ooh who’s your daddy, little one?’ Rio laughed, looking at you with her brown cherry eyes.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to…I just love this songwriter, they have a deep voice and dreamy melodies,’ you said nervously and started flushing again.

‘She’s fucking with you, rock’n’rolla,’ said Agatha and gently ghosted her fingers down the back of your neck. You closed your eyes in pleasure and took a deep breath.

‘Not yet, darling,’ Rio replied and giggled loudly. ‘By the way, shouldn’t we prepare to tantra, don’t you think, babe?’ She said looking at her wife.

‘Okay, I’ll let you borrow Y/N to prepare cocoa and I’ll be waiting for you both in the parlor,’ Agatha commanded, looking at Rio, ‘and no funny business.’

***

You went to the kitchen and Rio explained that cocoa thing to you.

‘They usually drink it before tantric sessions, you know, to stimulate creative energy, to let it all go…that sort of thing,’ she said cryptically.

‘And what exactly are we going to do?’ You wondered.

‘We’ll see! You never can say for sure how a session will go, but from my experience, it’s all about pleasure, which is why I love tantra. Simply switch off that clever mind of yours and rely on your gut feelings,’ she said, filling the cups with hot cocoa.

Oh, that’s risky. You approached the kitchen island to take the tray.

‘Just so you know,’ she whispered in your ear and licked it slowly, ‘I’m the daddy in this house.’

You were so doomed, but there was no turning back. The game was on, full force.

You carried the cocoa cups while Rio guided you to the parlor, which in fact was a dim red room with soft carpet, candles, a gong and a faint scent of Palo Santo. Soft meditative music gently filled the space.

‘This is my territory, so I’m in charge here, and you should listen and follow my instructions,’ Rio declared.

Agatha frowned slightly and grinned at her while Rio awkwardly chuckled.

‘Don’t be so tense, baby, I know you’ll love it.’

The dynamics of their relationship were still a mystery for you, but it was tantalizing and you were ready for anything at this point.

‘With the powers of darkness, whore-ness and slut-ness, let the ceremony begin!’ Rio said grotesquely. You struggled not to burst into laughter, marvelling at how hilarious and confident she was being.

You were drinking cocoa, seated comfortably on the floor in a small circle and closing your eyes. Rio said something about a request that each of you should formulate in your head without sharing it. Tonight you dreamed of only one thing. One that would involve the three of you and hopefully last for a long time.

Than the music became louder, you stood up and began swaying with your eyes shut, slow-dancing, stretching your bodies. Rio was leading you throughout.

‘Let’s choose the person who will be in the center,’ she said. ‘So we work with their request.’

Agatha pointed at you and the choice was made.

You stood in between them, still trying to understand where this was going.

‘Calm your body, shut your eyes, don’t say a word and focus on your desire. Let us know if anything bothers you, but show it with your body language, and we'll halt.’

You quietly nodded, taking a deep breath.

‘Actually, you know what, let’s take a little precaution,’ said Rio, blindfolding you with a silky tissue.

It was somewhat like an enchanting journey, and you still struggled to believe it was real. A soft but steady hand was brushing your hair, caressing your head slowly, sending delightful shivers down your spine. The other woman's hands moved over your body from your shoulders to your hips, ankles, and feet with intense pleasure. The sensation was so thrilling that you pleaded for her not to stop, not ever.

They were moving circles around you, uttering incomprehensible words; it felt like meditation taken to a different dimension infused with incantations and a flow of sexual energy coursing through your body, making your skin tingle.

Unexpectedly, the meditation playlist shifted its mood, and you could hear ‘Just Like Honey’ filled the air with the speakers. It all felt like honey indeed, and you found yourself shamelessly immersed in it.

They drew nearer, their bodies were touching yours, growing warmer and more intimate with each movement. The women started slow-dancing around you, wrapping your body with theirs, you could feel Agatha’s hands on your hips, her hair touching your face, Rio’s nails inspecting your back and her intense breath on your neck—you were over the moon, ready to die of a great deal of pleasure, you wanted more of it and moaned very loud, not realising it. Usually, you were a slow burner, but everything you had experienced before couldn’t hold a candle to this magical ritual and you felt like you were about to cum from just their subtle touches. Now you were truly convinced to be conjured by the witches; ready to serve them and be their whore for life.

They pressed they hips against yours, swaying to the beat of the music. They were so close to you, but not close enough, they were torturing you: Agatha ghosted the tip of her nose over yours, while Rio was running her tongue along the inside of your palm. You groaned with painful desire.

‘Shhh, not yet, be a good pet for Mommy,’ you heard Agatha’s husky voice in extreme proximity to your ear, and felt your pussy clenching and dripping again.

‘Mommy please…’ you moaned against her lips. ‘I want you so bad, I want both of you so bad, I’m gonna die…’

‘Patience, sweetheart,’ Rio whispered as she nibbled at your earlobe. ‘We’re not done with our spell yet.’

They were ghosting your whole body with their hands, giving you soft kisses from head to toes, whispering:

Look at you, our pet

In our hands, melting like a candle

Forget everything you knew before

Give yourself to us

Surrender to us completely

Mommy and daddy will take care of you

Mommy and daddy will fuck you all night

Mommy and daddy will fill all your holes

You will cum for mommy and daddy

Only when they let you

Agatha removed the smooth scarf from your head, gazing into your eyes with a seductive smile as her hand gently rested on your chin. Rio approached her gracefully, nuzzling against you like a sleek black cat, her hand securely placed on your waist. She kissed Agatha harshly, driven by desire and fervor, their lips and tongues intertwining in rhythm, while their arms embraced you from either side as if you were their property. You were hypnotized watching them kiss right in front of you; their beckoning velvet skin bathed in the warm red glow of the magical parlor room.

‘Wanna join, rock’n’rolla?’ They parted in a kiss for a fleeting moment before looking at you with desire, drawing your face towards theirs and inviting you to kiss them together, all at once.

You felt their tongues playing with yours, and the three of you moved in perfect harmony, as if you’d been doing it for eternity. A wave of anticipation surged within you, making your cunt squeeze over and over, but you knew it was just the warm-up.

***

[dirtybitfic]

Vibe drive-

Contains- deep convo , smutt , riding, spanking , chocking, face fucking , face riding, dommatt, rough sex, daddy kink, pet names like- slut, whore , cum slut , baby etc. video taping.

Matt x fem reader

Matt just woke me up at 4 am saying he couldn't sleep and wanted to go for a drive . I agreed because I know he wouldn't call me if he didn't need me , i'm guessing he's having a rough night .

Matt just pulled up as I jog down my stairs in my slippers and oversized sweatshirt not caring how I look since my hairs going to get fucked up from the wind .

I get into the car giving him a quick hug before we're off .

" So what's up ?" I ask looking over at him . He glances at me before sighing heavily and shaking his head.

“It’s Lia … I caught her cheating on me” he says In a pissed off tone .

“Oh my god Matt … I’m sorry you had to see that “ I say rubbing his arm slowly . “Nah it’s fine I mean I’m just pissed off honestly I’m not gonna cry about it … I just hate that I wasted so much time on her” he says they let’s out a short spiteful laugh.

“ no I get it … honestly I kinda hated her anyways so her loss” I say smiling and looking out of the window. Lia was an absolute bitch , nope actually she was a raging CUNT. She was always talking shit about me or saying snide comments to me when Matt wasn’t paying attention. I never told him about the shit she would say or do since I thought he seemed really happy with her and didn’t want to ruin that.

“Oh trust me I know … I’m sorry I let her treat you like she did “ he says giving me a sympathetic look, I give him a confused one “ wait you knew about how she acted towards me ?” I ask kind of hurt that he let it happen but I kinda understand why he did … I guess. “ we’ll I’d catch her whispering things to you when she thought h wasn’t paying attention and from your body’s reaction I could tell she wasn’t saying anything nice … and she tried to get me to stop talking to you manyyy times so it was obvious she had something against you “ he explains and I nod slowly. “ yeah she definitely did not like me I can tell you that for sure … I will say i feel bad she cheered in you but I’m glad she gone now” I say and a smiles letting out a small chuckle. “ yeah me too “ he smiles then hands me his phone . “ play some music we’re gonna drive to the beach “ he says before taking the turn onto the road that leads us to the cape house.

I queue up some songs I know he likes and a couple wild cards I’m not sure he’ll like or not .

Wild card songs

As we were driving in comfortable silence listening to music we would occasionally talk about parts of the songs we liked the most . I was happy to hear he liked all the wild card songs especially the one in playing right now as we slowly pull into the parking lot at the beach access. “This one is good add it to my liked “ he says as he turns off the car .

We get out and head into the house going up to his room where we always keep a couple things just incase we forget something when we come down here. I grab a bikini from one of the drawers and go to the bathroom to change . I come back as Matt is tying the strings of his trunks . “Ready ?” He asks as he grabs his shirt and throws in on . “Yep” I chirp back and throw my big sweatshirt back on. I caught him looking me up and down but I just smirked and started walking to the door.

We made our way to the beach walking closely together . The silence was comfortable. The moon was still shining and the starts were bright lighting the dark roads. We make it to the beach and I immediately rub down to the water jumping into it laughing as I watch him run in after me . He runs into the water splashing me in the process. I swim closer to him wrapping my arms around his back and rest my head on his shoulder . “ I’m glad you called me this is nice” I whisper as I take in the scenery. The beach had a thick foggy mist casting over it and the water is glistening from the moon. It’s eery but beautiful at the same time. “In just glad I always have you when I need you” he says back making me smile . He turns to face me hoisting me up and making me wrap my legs around his hips as he hugs me close. It’s very always felt so comfortable in his arms , he makes me feel safe and calm almost like the world stops when we’re together . He buries his head in my chest and I play with his hair as he groans into my tits making me giggle. “Sorry that just feels so good” he says as he holds me even closer. “Yeah?” I say back in a tone that sounds slightly seductive. “Mhmm” he groans into my chest and I smile as I continue playing with his hair as the water ripples around us. It feels like a sweet innocence moment until Matt uses his nose to push my too off of one of my tits and starts sucking in my nipple making me gasp “Matt” I gasp in chock but he just keep his eyes closed as he sucks harder making my hips buck and a whimper to escape my lips. He looks so needy and innocent right now, it’s kind of adorable. “M-Matt are you sure this is a good I-idea” I stutter out as he moves to the next one giving my other nipple attention as I grind into him making him groan. He comes off with a pop and looks into my eyes with a hungry look “ we’re gonna go back to the house and I’m going to fuck you into oblivion” he stated and I look at him shocked but also turned on by his words “o-okay” I squeak out as I bite my lip. “Yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you … having your best friend dick so deep inside you … making you cum over and over until your crying and begging for me to stop” he whispers into my ear as he slowly slides me back down into the water. I moan at his words and as my feet hug the sand again I’m immediately making my way out of the water . I hear him chuckles behind me as he watches me practically rush out of the water . “ eager aren’t we” he jokes and I feel slightly humiliated with how eager I really am to get back to the house . “ yeah now let’s get back to that fucking house “ I say back as I slightly jog back to the road . He jogs behind me catching up and I hear a groan come from him . I look back to see him watching my ass giggle and I smile . “Damn” he whispers as he bites his lip and slaps my as making me squeak . “ can’t wait to watch that clap back into me” he whispers In my ear and I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips making him smirk in satisfaction at the way I react to his words.

The second we get back to the house I’m running up the stairs to the shower throwing off my bikini and turning in the hot water waiting for it to warm . Matt walks in behind me looking me up and down taking in my naked body . I get slightly nervous as my hands move to cover in my pussy and tits but he grabs my wrists shoving them back down to my sides “ don’t hide from me “ he growls and I nod looking down still feeling nervous. I’ve thought about Matt in sexual ways before more times than I’d like to admit but he had a gf and I never felt it was right to act in my feelings giving he’s also been my best friend for so many years. He pulls his bottoms off and my mouth literally drops when I see his size . He thick and lengthy as had many veins running from tip to base, I want to lick them so bad. I step into the shower and he follows at I step into the water rinsing off all the sand and ocean water from my body the best I can without and soap. I move out of the water so he can do the same . I watch as his body tightens with specific movements but I eyes ultimately land on his large pulsing dick .

I drop to my knees and he looks down smirking “you wanna suck it?” He asks in a sweet tone and I nod. “ go on” he says and I do ,as I hold the shaft with my hand unable to fully wrap my hand around it and give the head a couple licks making him groan. I look up at him smiling innocently before I take the head into my mouth and suck he’s so thick I can barely fit my mouth around him . I focus on the head not by choice but because i literally can’t go any farther . “ take more I know you can” he says as he grabs my hair . I shake my head as I try but come off with a cough “ I c-can’t your too big” I whine and he smirks as he tightens the grip on my hair making me hiss “open that slutty little mouth f’me” he demands and I do as he slides back into my mouth forcing me down as he fucks my face. I’m gagging and coughing as his dick reaches the back of my throat, tears are falling down my face mixed with water that is cascading down from the shower head. “Fuck atta girl swallowing my cock just like that” he groans making me moan as wetness pools between my legs. He continues thrusting full force into my mouth , gagging and coughing I smack his thigh to let him know I need a second to breathe but he doesn’t seem to care. “So close baby fuck keep fucking gagging” he groans as his hips stutter and his dick twitches. A couple more thrusts and his cum was filling my throat. He pulls out with a pop and I swallow and cough as I try to catch my breath. Matt stands over me with that's smirk that drives me wild . I look up at him and smile as he helps me back up onto my feet and turns off the water.

We get out as I bend down to garb a towel from the cabinet jolting forward when his hand comes down harshly on my ass making me squeal. "MATT" I say as I smack his chest " sorry couldn't help it" he shrugs with a smirk taking the other towel I grabbed for him. We quickly dry off , as I wrap the towel around my body Matt grabs me and throws me over his shoulder making me giggle as he b lines it to the bedroom. He leaves the door open since we're the only ones here and throws me down on the bed. " I want you to ride my face" he says in a deep tone making me shiver. I've never done that before because it scares me to be honest , I can feel my face getting hot as he looks at me waiting for me to answer. " matt ... no " I say as I scoot away and he narrows his eyes. " Well I wasn't asking I was telling you " he says back through gritted teeth and I whimper . " No Matt I'm too heavy for that type of shit" I say as I look away from him now feeling embarrassed . His hand comes around my neck quickly forcing me to look at him " you are not heavy y/n , your perfect now let me make you feel good " he says as he searches my eyes for a sign . " o-okay" I stutter out and he smiles as he lays down . I straddle his face barely putting my wait down and he slaps my outer thigh making me groan " Don't fucking hover sit this pretty little pussy on my face" he growls and I cant help the moan that escapes my mouth from his words. I slowly lower myself down as his tongue darts out and flicks my clit I cry out in pleasure. He grabs my thighs bringing me all the way down to his mouth as he laps and sucks my pussy . Im moaning loudly asp pleasure corses though my body , I cant help but rock my hips a little bit as the pleasure gets more intense and my legs start to tremble . I grab a hold of the bed frame as my breathing gets louder . " Fuck you taste so good " Matt groans before going back to sucking on my clit . " Oh Fuck M-MATT" I cry out as one of my hands moves down to his hair gripping tightly as he holds my thighs in a tight grip to prevent me from moving . The constant assault on my clit has me shaking and trembling . " MATT MATT oh my god I-im gonna cum" I moan as my head fall forward and I look down to see him looking up at me with dark eyes . Immediately i'm sent over the edge with a scream as I cum all over his face and he groans lapping up my juices .

He lets go of my thighs and I immediately fall next to him panting . "did so good for me " he says as he moves over me starting to place kisses down my neck to my tits taking one in his mouth as I moan . He leaves dark hickeys all over my chest and neck . Coming back up he brings me into a deep passionate kiss that practically has me putty in his hands. His hand is wrapped snuggly around my throat as the kiss gets sloppy and his dick rubs through my wet folds as he grinds into me making me whimper at the sensitivity when it rubs over my clit. " you gonna be a good girl and take all of it" he asks as he presses his tip to my entrance . I nod quickly as I buck into him just wanting him to slide in already. He slaps me across the face making me moan . " Use your words " he growls as he slaps my pussy with his hard dick making me buck my hips . " Y-yes ill take it all" I whimper still waiting for him to enter me . " Yes what" he says as I groan knowing what he wants " Yes daddy please just fuck me" I moan and he smiles widely as he slams into me giving me no time to adjust to his size. Im whimpering as pain corses through me from how much he's stretching me . " F-fuck matt mm I-it hurts" I whimper out as I try and push him away . " aww you poor thing" he whines back as he grabs my legs putting them on his shoulders making him hit even deeper inside of me . " FUCK MMM" I scream as he continuously hits my g spot . " Good fucking girl taking me so well" he groans as he chokes me . Im crying and shaking as my orgasm approaches " don't fucking cum until I tell you to is that clear" he growls and I nod , he slaps me again before I stutter out a response " y-yes sir" I moan as I try and hold it back . Its becoming painful to hold it back and I finally break when he presses down on where he's bulging inside me . My juices spray out of me before I can even apologize he's slapping me.

" I told you not to fucking cum " he growls before he pulls out and flips me over his lap , his hands comes down on my ass harshly so many times I lost count . Im crying and squirming as my ass stings and he finally lets up after one last smack . " are you going to listen from now on?" he asks in a condescending tone. " Y-yes daddy" I whine back as he pulls me up to saddle him . " Now be a good girl and ride it" he says as he slowly lowers me down onto him . I slowly move up and down as his hands grip my sore ass making me whimper . " you better speed up before I do it for you" he orders in a demanding tone and I whimper as I start bouncing at a faster pace . His dick is hitting the perfect spot that has my legs shaking and becoming tired quickly . I slow down again to try and give my legs a break which seems to piss Matt off . He takes a hold of my hair back my back arch as he starts thrusting up into me making me scream " FU-FUCK DADDY OH M-MY GOD" I scream as I feel another orgasm approaching . The squelching sounds get louder and louder " You better fucking beg to cum " he says as he can tell i'm close . " p-please daddy please can I cum " I beg in a pathetically whiny tone . " louder let the whole neighborhood know how much you want me to let you cum " he says and I cry out . "P-PLEASE DADDY PLEASE PLEASE CAN I CUM PLEASE" I scream as my vision starts to blur and pain spreads though me ass I hold back my orgasm for dear life. " Yeah go on make a mess like the little slut you are" he groans and I immediately let go as my juices spray out again completely soaking his and my thighs and stomach . " Good girl . look so hot when you squirt" he groans as he lets go of my hair and my head fall into his chest . I whine as my legs start to give out from shaking so hard. " aww are your legs tired ?" he ask which you sympathy and I nod . He pulls me off of him and slams me down onto my stomach . He gets behind me and lifts my hips slightly off the bed before slamming back into me . His big dick is hitting so deeply at this angle I feel like he's about to come out of my mouth . " f-fuck daddy its so deep " I whine as I claw the sheets trying to get away from him . " Nah uh take it like a good little whore " he groans into my ear as he bits down onto my shoulder making me scream in pleasure .

I feel another orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast as my legs tremble and my ass presses back into him . " S-so close " I whine and I hear him chuckle behind me " so soon?" he ask in a tone that makes me feel humiliated but it also makes me even more wet. " come on be a good girl and cum for me " he says as he grips my hair lifting my head off the bed . " F-FUCK DADDY" I scream as I cum again. He continues pounding into me as my entire body spasms . I'm becoming overstimulated and I don't know how much more I can take . Tears are streaming down my face and my hand flys back to his lower stomach trying to push him away , I would tell him I cant take it but I literally cant seem to get the words out. " Put your fucking hand down " he growls as he grabs my neck and pulls me up to my knees still pounding into me . " M-MATT T-- TOO -M-UCH I CANT" I scream out as I squirt out of no where taking my breathe away.

He pushes me so i'm fully arched for him . My legs are still trembling and my breathing is loud and erratic . He bend over to grab something put i'm too tired to pay that much attention . He slams back into me with out a warning making me scream . " Fuuuck your ass looks so good clapping back on me like this" he groans as he smack it making me scream from the stinging pain of the raw skin from how hard he spanked me just a bit ago. I hear the sound of a videos starting which makes me smile knowing Matt is going to have a video on his phone of this . " Such a dirty little slut taking me so well aren't you " he asks as he grips my hair and angling his phone to capture my fucked out expression . " y- YES DADDY OH MY G-GOD" I cry out as he pounds into me so roughly my entire body is jolting with every movement . "Yeah such a good girl " he praises as he drops my head back down and takes a hold of my hip pulling me back into him . I can tell he's flipped the camera by the fact I can see the flash shining . " god love this fucking ass" he groans as he slaps it a couple times making my body shake . " looks so good with my hand prints on it " he growls as he picks up the pace again and I scream out . I cant help but squirt again with a scream earning as deep groan from him. " DADDY I C-CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE " I Scream as I pull my body away from him making him slide out of me quickly .

He flips me over slapping me there times across my face making me whimper . " You're gonna take it until I fill you with my cum" he grits out and slams back into me . He angles the camera to capture the way he's bulging inside of me . He presses down and I scream . Its hurts so good but I know if he keeps his hand there's I will squirt again and I genuinely don't know if my body can handle another one. My hand comes to wrap around his wrist . ' M-MATT MATT " I scream as try to cry his hand away " Mm mm let go . I don't care how overstimulated you get , how hard you cry. you're gonna be my good little slut and take it " He growls as he pounds me so hard my eyes roll back . I squirt again and my visions goes completely out and my breathing stops for a couple seconds . " J-jesus christ" I hear matt groans as he gets a good angle of my juices flowing out of me .

" Fuck y/n im so fucking close" he groans and I whine. " Fuck please cum in me daddy please" I beg as i'm so overstimulated and fucked out I cant even open my eyes and my legs tremble non stop . " F-fuck " he groans as his thrusts get sloppy but are still rough. I feel an orgasm creating up so quickly I can barely breathe . " Fuck keep squeezing me like that" he moans . I open my eyes as much as I can and look up at him as my eyebrows furrow and my mouth is open . " God fuck you look so fucking hot all fucked out" he moans as he pounds me a couple more times before we both cum ." fuck such a good little cum slut" he groans.

He flops down onto my chest as he ends the video . Im panting and tears are falling down my face . Ive never orgasmed that many times in my life but holy fuck it felt amazing . I know i'm going to be sire Tommorrow but I couldn't care less .

"God why would she ever cheat on you . That was the best sex of my life" I pant out and he laughs. " Probably because she couldn't take it ... we barely had sex " he says back and I gasp. "Sucks for her " I say with a giggle . " and she about to find out exactly what she missing now" he says and I look at him confused . " Oh baby i'm sending her that video" he says with s devilish smile and I cant help but smile " fine by me I know she always hated me because I was friends with you so honestly I hope she cry about it" I say and he pulls himself up and slowly slides out of me making me whimper at how sore my pussy is.

He grabs his phone and send her the video making me smile. " Let's get you cleaned up" he says as he goes to the bathroom and comes out with a warm wet rag as he cleans off my thighs , stomach and pussy . He cleans himself off after and gets into bed with me .

" You know I always wandered what you'd be like in bed but ... wow " I say to him making him laugh. " what didn't expect me to be so dominant?" he asks and I shake my head " Not at all but I fucking loved it" I say back and he smiles pulling me into his chest." Good cause after that i'm gonna be fucking you way more often" he says and I smile " Oh yeah?" I ask " Mhm " he answers before hissing me sweetly.

His phone rings and he picks it up to see "Lia" pop up on the screen . " answer it and out it on speaker " I say with a big smile making him laugh .

"MATT WHAT THE FUCK " Lia shouts through the phone . " Hello to you too" matt says back making me laugh under my breathe. " I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE YOU ... YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME I DIDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT Y/N AND NOW YOU SEND ME A VIDOE OF YOU FUCKING HER" she screams and you can tell she's crying . " Oh shut the fuck up Lia you literally cheated on me I don't know why you're mad" he says though gritted teeth and for some reason i'm turned on all over again. " okay and you still lied to me about you and her " she says in a whiny annoying tone . " well I don't really care anymore so good night Lia " Matt says calmly and I can hear her scoff . " Fuck you Matt" she says . I decide to piss her off even more " Oh don't worry I just did ... I mean you know that though" I say and end it with a laugh . Matt looks at me shocked but also like he wants to eat name alive . She literally screams before hanging up . Me and Matt bust out laughing at how ridiculous she is .

" God your so hot" he groans as he pulls me onto his lap kissing me "God I could ride you right now" I whine and he smiles " Do it " he orders and I smile before I lift myself up and slam down onto him again and again and again until were both cumming again and are officially to tired to even move.

" Be mine" matt says as we slowly drift to sleep " Ive always been yours matt" I say back before he kisses me good night and we fall asleep.

[chiquititamia]

Sunkissed

🩷Hola mis amores!! Les traigo un pequeño drabble, me ha venido la inspiración divina y lo he tenido que escribir desde el móvil. Espero que lo disfrutéis aunque sea cortito!🩷

Enzo x f!reader

Warnings: soft smut

Si hay algo que te relajaba era el mar. La arena caliente debajo de tu toalla, una lata de coca cola bien fría semi enterrada para que no se moviese. La sensación de la sal en tu piel bronceada. Era algo que necesitabas de vez en cuando. Habías llegado más o menos temprano a la playa, habías plantado tu sombrilla y habías disfrutado de un primer refrescante baño. Ahora, te habías tumbado a descansar.

Era lunes, así que no había más que un par de transeúntes. Cuando la playa se llenaba de verdad era el fin de semana, después de todo. Aprovechando esto, habías decidido quitarle la parte de arriba de tu bikini.No estaría mal broncear un poco tus pechos, que estaban pálidos por la falta de sol. Llevabas puestos tus anteojos de sol cumpliendo una doble función: protegerte de la luz y del contacto visual con los bañistas y algún que otro vendedor ambulante.

Habías olvidado tu libro en casa, así que decidiste dedicar tu tiempo a escuchar música tranquila. Podrías dormirte tranquila, tan sólo habías traído tu vestido y un monederito con algo de cambio para quizás tomar un helado. Si decidieran robarte mientras duermes no sería la gran cosa. Además esta era una playa tranquila.

Dawn chorus de Thom Yorke sonaba a través de tus auriculares. Los tonos repetitivos y tenues resonaban en tu cabeza invitándole a relajarte. Te encontrabas tumbada boca abajo cuando una sombra cambió en la arena y pudiste ver cómo unos pies masculinos habían aparecido delante de ti. Te quitaste los auriculares por si te estaban diciendo algo, y, sin pensarlo, empujaste tu cuerpo con tus manos para incorporarte y levantarte.

Oh Dios mío. No era posible.

- Hola, disculpá, no tendrás fuego?

Era Enzo Vogrincic sosteniendo un cigarro entre sus dedos. Entrecerraba un poco los ojos para no verse cegado por el sol.

Calma. CALMA -pensaste- Encuentra el encendedor y dáselo. Mantén la calma.

-Sí, esperame. -murmuraste

Revolviste en tu tote bag hasta que encontraste el pequeño encendedor morado.

Encendiste el mechero tapando con la otra mano el cigarro para que el viento no apagara la llama. Él había acercado su boca a tus manos para que se lo pudieras encender.

-V-vos sos... Sos vos, verdad? -Bravo por tu elocuencia, pensaste.

-Sí, creo que sí - dijo Enzo riéndose.

-Sí, claro, qué pelotuda. Yo soy muy fan de tu trabajo sabés?

- Ah, mirá, muchas gracias- le dio una amplia calada al cigarro y exhaló el humo hacia arriba. Te miraba con esa sonrisa suya tan seductora, peinando de vez en cuando su cabello con las manos.

No se te ocurría que decir. Estabas en blanco y temías que, ahora que ya había encontrado lo que venía a buscar, se marchase por donde había venido.

-Sé que te tiene que molestar, pero... ¿Te tomás una foto conmigo? Mis amigas me asesinaran si les cuento que te he conocido y no te lo he pedido.

-Sí, claro, pero....

-No hace falta si no, ¿eh? - te arrepentiste de haberlo pedido. Claro que no le apetecía tomarse una foto en la playa donde seguramente solo había ido a relajarse- No te preocupes...

-No, pero... No querés taparte para la foto? -dijo riendo suavemente.

Oh, no. Toda la emoción y tu pendejismo crónico habían nublado un importante asunto: seguías estando en topless.

-Ay! -chillaste, ya roja como un tomate- disculpáme por favor, no me di cuenta- te intentaste cubrir con las manos- qué boluda....

Si no hubiera sido porque eso hubiera supuesto despegar las manos de tu pecho, te hubiera gustado cavar un hoyo con las manos y enterrarte ahí para huir de la vergüenza. Tierra, trágame.

-No, pará, ¿pero porqué te tapás ahora? No pasa absolutamente nada... -seguía sonriendo de una manera condenadamente encantadora.

-Yo no me había dado cuenta de que estaba así, yo...

-Hey, hey -trató de tranquilizarte- te ví los pechos, ¿y qué? Es natural, no tiene nada de malo... Además... - pareció Interrumpirse a si mismo.

Lo miraste interrogante. El rubor aún quemando tus mejillas.

Se sentó en tu toalla como si nada, debajo de tu sombrilla. El gesto te invitó a hacer lo mismo.

-Además son preciosos, bo- dijo mirando al mar con el cigarro entre los labios para volver a dar una calada.

No pudiste evitar reirte y él te miró sonriendo.

-Qué vergüenza, no puedo parar de hacer el ridículo- pensaste en alto

-¿Pero porqué 'el ridículo'? -pareció regañarte con su tono.

-Y, ¿porque me encuentro al mismísimo Enzo Vogrincic y le enseño las peras? -dijiste enfurruñada contigo misma

Ahora fue su turno de reírse.

-Che, no es tan grave el asunto...- apagó el cigarro en tu lata vacía- ¿te estabas bronceando ,no?

-Sí...

- ¿Y cómo va quedando?

Estallaste en risa apretando tus manos contra tu pecho y le miraste

-¿Vos me estás jodiendo?

-No te estoy jodiendo, tengo.. Curiosidad- pareció saborear esa última palabra.

-¿Querés ver? -una voz en tu cabeza te gritaba "Se puede saber que hacés, loca?", pero decidiste ignorarla como si fuera una amiga molesta y responsable y tú estuvieras borracha.

-Obvio - se giró hacia ti.

Here goes nothing, pensaste y descubriste tus pechos ante él.

Enzo resopló por lo bajo y te observó por un par de segundos, para después dirigir su mirada a tus ojos de nuevo.

-Y, les falta un poco, están paliditos -comentó.

-Sí, deberían seguir tomando el sol- concediste con un tono seguro que ni tú sabías de donde venía.

Está claro que esta coqueteando contigo, ¿no? Tu mente iba a mil por hora.

-Tumbáte chiquita- dijo relajadamente, dando un par de toques a su regazo.

Obedeciste, ¿cómo no hacerlo? Te reclinaste sobre tu regazo, él seguía sentado. Su bañador mojado entró en contacto con tu nunca. Luchaste por no volver a cubrirte.

-Deberías echarte loción solar, nena. ¿Puedo?

Cerraste los ojos bajo tus lentes oscuros. Los nervios iban a acabar contigo. Tan sólo asentiste.

Él alargó su brazo para alcanzar la crema. Pudiste escuchar cómo la destapaba y se echaba un poco en las manos, posiblemente templándola un poco.

Y entonces sucedió: sus dedos se posaron en tus senos, manchados de la loción que olía a coco y a verano. Masajeó suavemente durante un rato. Rozaba tu piel suave con delicadeza y experiencia. No pudiste evitar que un gemido escapase de tu boca.

-Shh.... Chiquita, no seas mala...

Una de tus manos subió hasta tu boca para taparla.

Él se inclinó un poco sobre ti, acercando su rostro al tuyo. Su pelo negro caía enmarcando su cara.

-Qué lindas tetitas tenés...

Otro gemido ahogado.

Te incorporate un poco para apoyar tu espalda en su torso y así estar protegida por su cuerpo.

-Me estás poniendo malo, preciosa -susurró- tengo la pija durísima y ahora no me voy a poder levantar- pudiste comprobar que no mentía, notabas su erección contra tu culo.

-Enzo... -gemiste, como todas las veces que lo habías hecho en tu cama, a solas, solo que esta vez él estaba ahí para escucharte.

-Qué ganas de cogerte...- Gimió aún masajeando tus pechos y apretando su bulto contra ti, jurabas que lo sentías palpitar.

Tú no podías parar de gimotear en tu mano.

La humedad que sentías en tu parte de abajo del bañador ya no tenía nada que ver con el mar.

De repente, un grito a lo lejos os sacó de vuestro universo.

-"¡Enzo! ¡Vamos, boludo, te estamos esperando!"

-Mierda- maldijo él- son mis amigos, me tengo que ir, chiquita.

Antes de que pudieras protestar y mirarle te dio un beso en la cabeza y te prometió:

-Hoy a medianoche aquí, ¿sí?

Qué acababa de pasar?

tags: @iamjustadoll @andyrubei @madame-fear @miskhalie @karylvsjuanii @koiibiito @quarzitos @voglatte @llorented @deepinsideyourbeing

[writinandcrying]

Dark Corner | Part 2 - Michelangelo x GN Reader

(platonic friendship to something more? who knows, not me!)

Angst. Tw hinted depression, friendship loss, harsh decisions, unrequited love, anxiety, moods swings - mainly due quarantine, and uh- acceptance? melodramatic a little bit lols (i suck at summaries pls act like this is sexy enough to seduce you to read this fic)

songs that helped me write this

Hearing Damage - Thom Yorke

Apesar de Querer - Rodrigo Alarcon

Breezeblocks - Alt J 

Snap out of it - Arctic Monkeys

Why We Can’t Be Friends? - The Academic

Eventually - Tame Impala

Chp. 2 - And then it vanished

(Part 1) | (Part 3)

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“Just rip the bandaid off”

The sudden sound of the weights thumping down floor woke you up for spiraling thoughts, yet, your body hadn't a single reaction out of it, it was normal to get used to abrupt, rapid movements when talking about Raphael, as he grabs his gym towel heading towards the exit, he looks back at you, even without glasses, even with the stinging sensation in the corner of your eyes due unshed tears, you can draw out a mix of angry and disappointed expression.

“If you can’t handle it, then rip the bandaid off”

And that’s what you did.

One thing you knew for sure; Your brain is a bitch. Your memory sucked ass into remembering nice moments: the sensation of kisses, the last good bone- crushing hug you had, the last time your mom said she was proud of you. But agonizing, painful memories? Those were on a loop constantly. 

Every strong emotion made Raph’s eyes shine like gemstones, vivid, vibrant, now varnished with disdain, it was beautiful; you hated how you were the reason his golden irises were so gleaming and captivating.

That was 6 months ago, at least you think it was, quarantine sure proved something: time is indeed an illusion that doesn’t make sense. It seems like it was longer than that, although the pain made you grounded as it was yesterday. The last conversation you had with Raphael felt like a sore goodbye on both ends. You wish you could forget it, trick your brain into thinking it’s a happy memory so it can toss it away into the nearest trash.

Looking back at it, you should have fought back. Argued, yelled at him even. You should've made your point about how you didn’t want it to let go. But you were so tired, god- the lifeless sensation of how your body felt back then still phantoms you, it was honestly ridiculous, how a simple phrase could drag you back into the shadows back then. Or maybe you were never truly out of it, just constantly living in the dark, both hyper-aware and oblivious. You didn't know anymore-  a sentence, a reaction, someone else even, those could easily remind you how dark your mind could dive, So yeah, you clearly didn’t have any more strength to fight back, who would have known that being in constant fight with your own self would be so arduous? Maybe only you will know how much it took it from you, how desperately you wanted to hold onto it. And maybe that was the problem, there was nothing to hold on to anymore.

During that night, you didn’t know how long you remained glued on the concrete ground after Red left their training room. How long you stared at the gray walls, the foundation of the lair was unsettling cold. It made you feel more isolated than ever, you found yourself unable to control random shivers traveling through your body. You felt small, pathetic. Tears quietly slid from your cheeks to the very end of your chin. You felt invisible, literally, you could identify what the lair residents were up to by your own lack of sound, vague questions and noises that made you feel even more distant and undeserving to be there. You don’t know how long you remained motionless; sitting and staring at nothing, wishing it was different, but not really sure how to change the future.

You don’t know how you managed to drag yourself to the entrance of the lair, you found yourself there at some point of the night, turning back one more time. You loved that place, even if it took ages to get used to the sewer’s damp smell, you still loved it. you have always seen it as home. Sure, it was actually an abandoned intersection of a reservoir sewage station, yet filled with bits of love. Sewer sweet sewer, In every corner, from the dōjō to any repaired piece of furniture, graffiti or neon sign, it was laced with care and devotion. A house could be made of wood, cement or bricks and it was made for shelter, a home means safety, comfort and belonging, a shelter and much more, The lair is a home. was.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you glanced at the Christmas lights above the homemade living room, you remember how you helped them place it there 2 christmas ago, the boys decided not to take it back, it gave a inviting cozy glow, which matched so gracefully with all the wonderful times you had there. 

It's strange to desperately have the desire to stay and run away at the same time, pressing your lips tight, inhaling deeply- you were not going to sob your way out of it. Gripping hard at your backpack straps, you know you were going to miss how they made you feel, especially him. Dealing with the lack of it, how it became a foreigner feeling once again was one of the toughest parts during this whole fiasco of…. whatever was left remaining between the two of you, only some fond memories lingered, for a while those were the source of warmth during silent nights, but lately, it was a fuel to a abyss you could not stand being in it no more.

When your friendship with Mikey first started, you initially thought ‘that's it, that's something to treasure forever.’ How can two people be so close one day, to complete strangers in a course of some weeks still perturbs your mind and heart to this day.

Mikey wasn’t home when you arrived that day, your first intention was to talk out your last text messages, You weren’t sure how the conversation would start, or if it would even flow at all, you truly missed the times you could just talk about anything to him finding a topic to bond over was as easy as breathing air. He’d be busy. He needed to train, or out with his new friends. As usual,you were always the understanding friend, you knew everyone has their daily duties and hell, being the overbearing clingy friend? No, thank you. 

You and Mikey were different, at least you thought so, it was ok to be vulnerable with him, and him to you, you shared how you always held back truly connecting with others, afraid of how dependable you could become. You’ve seen it firsthand how much that could hurt, Mikey made you feel that you could trust, that you could rely on him, and for once you believed it. 

The first time you felt the unsettling vibe of not being so welcomed anymore was heart wrenching, even by now, you thought you would get used to it. It happened too many times for you to “not receive an invitation”, to be forgotten over hangouts, to being left out of jokes. You knew way too well the thin line between hanging out and being invited over pity.

That’s how you ended up talking to Raphael, maybe wasn’t the starter choice, he was a good friend, sure, but not the greatest with words. Leo and Don would have tried to understand your end at the time. but Raph was closest with Mikey. He saw how sometimes your unspoken, pitiful- whatever the hell this”friendship” is could gut his little brother. Mikey had intense feelings just like Raph, he understood him, and at the end, he would choose his side over yours.

You looked at the lair one last time, trying to preserve what you know you couldn’t have anymore: the warm welcomings, laughing until 5 in the morning, Mario Kart competitions, you name it. As you choke out a cry and walk towards the exit, what were good memories are now too painful to be felt and be remembered, although you already knew that it would haunt you constantly.

Only if you knew a certain turtle, who’s very fond of the color purple, watched and listened to it all in his lab. All of it. All 6 months of it.

Donatello’s top 5 regrets was not coming after you when you ran out crying, if he only knew this would drag into months on end, he would tackle you in a hug and tell you that you are indeed going to be missed, the time he wished to respect your privacy, looking back now, he knew it was a bad move on his end, Donnie was too used to observation and theories, that in this moment the situation needed a bit more action.

When you first befriended the turtles, there was an unspoken contract that they would track every move of you, for your safety and theirs as well.Donatello still had trackers on your personal turtle device, all of their humans friends had turtle-watches, not only for safety or rapid contact, but it also tracked vital signals, indicating any problems or disturbances about their friend's health.

So, when Donnie didn't see both of you and Mikey hanging out weekly, he didn’t think much of it, maybe you were just busy. But,when your signals started to point signs of bad nutrition, he got worried. When it showed a barely fictional human being, followed by hasty, god-awful goodbye (the courtesy of his older brother) he got obsessed with checking on you at least 4 times a week.

When your tracker suddenly shut down, he knew it was bad.

A different sound emitted from Donnie’s lab one quiet morning, a sound that if you have paid close attention, never went off before, this could have gone unnoticed because well, It’s Donnie. Every month he was working on something new, so maybe that was it, right?

By the way the second youngest flew out off the living room couch and, almost knocking Leo as he passed by, it truly showed the severity of the distinct sound.

"You have been away from your lab for 15 minutes and there's already a "situation?" Leo stood by the lab door, watching his brother's fingers work frantically while his eyes didn’t leave the monitors. 

"Yes, i'm overachieving" Donnie replied, Leo cautiously approached, truth to be told, he wasn’t fond of Donnie’s lab. Sure, it was great for secret sharing, strategy talk, toaster fixing area, yes. However, the possibility that any sudden movements there might result in catastrophe made Leonardo feel uneasy to say the least. His movements were always precise inside his brother's favorite Lair spot. Don finally guided Leo's eyes with a short nod after a intrigued "So?" left his lips, a main notification wouldn't budge from the screen, your tracker wasn't on anymore.

The leader reached for his katana instinctively, ready to head towards the door. He felt a firm hand hold his bicep  

"Pump the breaks, I don't think that's necessary", Leo raised a brow, Donnie  was already familiar enough to understand how his brother was once again, questioning what on Earth he was on about - "I have been... monitoring them." Casting his eyes down, Don doesn't like to call it stalking, neither does his older brother, due the circumstances of their reality, they needed to keep an eye out, just to be to safe, That's what they would always say in the back of their heads. "I think they disconnected themself"

"Can you handle this?" Leo asked looking back towards the door to check if anyone was around. Donnie told him what happened that day, infuriated was a nickname for how the oldest felt after hearing about it. 

Raphael didn't had any right to treat you like that, but he also knew if they argued about this, Michelangelo would find out, and the possible outcomes of it weren't pretty. He did make sure to be somewhat transparent about his knowledge over the secret quarrel, glancing towards Raphael if someone questioned your sudden dissapearance.

Truth to be told, Leo had no idea what to do. Figuring emotional, sentimental matters isn't his strong suit, and talking with Master Splinter would only raise red flags all around the situation. So they kept the situation under the rug. only if he knew what was going on between the two of you would drag it for months, he truly wished he had done something sooner. 

"Yeah," Donnie remembers clearly how crushed you looked back then. Was it fair to visit you? To make you relive all those unpleasant memories? 

"I hope so." His carapace met the cushion of his favorite chair followed by a drawn-out sigh as silence settled between the two brothers.

Honey colored eyes turned back into the monitors, Donnie knew briefly how you managed to get by these past months. From monitoring subway stations you caught towards work, to hijacking the local market surveillance cameras. he was glad that you were indeed getting by or so it seems. Again, he doesn't like to call it stalking. It's not like he watches you 24/7, maybe, 16/7? Weekly checkups? Just to make sure you are alright, that's what friends do, right?

Donnie felt a light hand over his shoulder, followed by a pair of sorrowful yet sympathetic Imperial blue eyes, "Tell they have been missed." A half-smile graces Leo’s features. There was mutual sentiment between them. Just because you were mainly Michelangelo's (former) best friend, doesn't mean you didn't leave a print on everyone else.

 "Shall do." Donnie responds with an uncertain smile as he stares back into the monitors. Quickly gathering his gear, it was already nighttime. Soon enough they all needed to headout.

Don sneaked towards the garage entrance by Leo's guidance, he had exactly 48 minutes before patrol, he could be at your place in exactly 9 minutes and 36 seconds, 7 minutes if there was no humans luckering on closest manhole’s alleys to your place, Don lips grow thin and firm, is 38 minutes and 24 seconds is enough to cover a 6 month silence between all of you?

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comments and feedbacks are welcomed!! and thank you @melancholysway for being so helpful into making this scenario possible!

[nobodyinthenight]

i love you thom yorke

[hailtotehthief]

Com(puter) Log: 2-27-23

(B)LOG of the information I have gathered tonight. LEnd an ear if you would my dear....

anyway. i searched every mention of “thom yorke” and “radiohead” on datalounge - heeding interesting results. “interesting” meaning there werent quite many and there was a large discrepancy in attitudes. Photographed below:

a lot of unrest here.

i think it is logical and “Just” to say overall gay guys really dont care for radiohead that much. supporting my theory that radiohead is not gay and is actually awesome. 

still, i really wanted to find some guys cranking it over thom, particularly small and very blonde thom of the “90s”. i had a vision that there had to be some guys out there that that was their thing. or that there must be a market that could be manipulated to behave this way.. the search continued as curiosity knows no end until the condition is treated.

I did find a thread where a couple guys confirmed their lust. and some guy fought the original guy in the comments because he started the conversation by declaring pansexuality and the second guy was calling it unnecessary for him to say his sexuality and then added that he finds ed and jonny the hottest. another guy said hes talked about how hot thom is almost every day for the past 5 years (Unphotographed. just believe in me.).

every thing and every where is full of love, I say. .

i stopped this search and instead found slideshow videos of thom on youtube. by “videos” i mean a couple as there are not many in the slightest from the time period the artform naturally occurred in (2000s-2012 maximum). But.. some guy decided to honor what was lost and has been making a couple since a year ago. a very honorable mission.. fell in love for a moments time but he has a twitter. and is saturating the fanfiction market with thom x reader mpreg and breastfeeding and the like (more points for love_but i cannot compete with that). if you are that guy and find this tumblr post i have no apology for you, but a clarification that this just happens in small moments naturally and all should be in love with the world. and its basically the same as when i had gotten the fabric to make a plush of a modified bear and the fabric cutting guy at joanns asked me more about it and it made me blush lots for 1 day then it all returned to the earth. it keeps going and we all keep experiencing each other in this world and getting whatever consequences out of it. something like that...

In my research i had also found out about reported “Bootlegs” that have popped up at multiple thrift shops and are officially recognized on the internet (discogs) like “Ground Control To Major Thom”. I have also fallen deeply for this. If anyone could get their hands on a copy of this id give any thing i can in return for ever.

i have had Banana Co on for quite some time and im not sure why. premonitions perhaps......

here is a little picture i had made of Mituna in recent times but worlds away.

[tomorrowillbeyou]

they ask me many things. for example why do you have a database of over 200 frerard videos. why do you have thom yorke x reader fanfiction on your desktop. why did you write george x ringo fic. the answer is literally always because it's funny

[therandomidiotat3am]

WRITING REQUESTS OPEN!

(Hey so I didn't really expect my fanfic from like 8 months ago to get any likes, especially since it was about Thom Yorke but yeah it did! Ive decided to open up writing request's now because of it. For my last fanfic I'll probably try correcting some errors because the grammar is...terrible. Sorry bout that English is not my first language.)

FIRST UP

90's MEN I WILL WRITE FOR :

-Kurt Cobain

-Thom Yorke

-Liam Gallagher

-Noel Gallagher

-Damon albarn

-Alex James

(you can add a suggestion if you want to!)

60's MEN I WILL WRITE FOR:

-Brian Jones

-Mick Jagger

-John Lennon

-Paul McCartney

-George Harrison

-Syd Barrett

I'm open for smut,fluff and all of the kinky shit you guys are into (gore is forbidden)but other than that I'm alright,I'll put a TW just incase some of you get triggered btw!!

[robust-cicada]

Fade Out Again (Thom Yorke X Reader)

For @shehangsbrightly

prompt: honestly i would be allll over the bends era thom, and i think something angsty is what i’m feeling rn. do your magic 😌

Gender Neutral and SFW

CW: angst, burnout, arguments, swearing, guilt, break up, bad mental health.

“I really don’t know what you want from me! I thought you’d be happy to see me after, I don’t know? Nearly a year? But no, I’m the bad guy as always!”

“You think that you’re the only one this tour has taken a toll on? I haven’t been in the comfort of my own home in a year. I haven’t seen my friends or family in a YEAR! You can’t always expect to be my top priority!”

“Obviously. You know, every tour you do the more of a self-centered asshole you become. Just because your band is ‘making it big’ doesn’t mean you have to treat the people in your life like shit, Thom! It isn’t just me. Ed literally has told me numerous stories from when you got too drunk to even perform! You promised.”

“Oh enough of that promise bullshit Y/N! I’m sick of it!”

“Well, that shows how much you fucking cared about it, huh? Shows what a promise means to you? You’re pathetic. The amount of love and support I have poured into you since fucking college and one hit song throws every promise and hope for our future away.”

“Oh fuck off.”

I let out a dry laugh and walked to our bedroom. I grabbed a suitcase and packed as much as I could shove into it.

“What are you doing now?”

“Fucking off. I’m done, Thom. Absolutely done.”

“Yeah sure. You won’t last more than two days Y/N, and you know it. We’ve been through this before.”

I stormed towards him, his back colliding with the wall. I looked into his eyes, trying to look for any sign of remorse in his cold, blue orbs.

“Not this time Thom. I’m tired of crawling back to you with hopes that things will be how they used to again. I am tired of endlessly longing for you to return the love I give to you. You’ve changed and if this is you now? I want no part of it.”

He scoffed and looked away from me.

“Anything to say? Or are you too good for that, Mr. Big Rockstar?”

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

I scoffed and grabbed my stuff. I stormed out onto the snowy streets. It was freezing but I didn’t dare look back. It felt like I had been walking for hours before I found a phone booth. I put the change in the slot and dialed the only number I could remember through my rage.

“Hey, Eddie? It’s Y/N..”

“What happened this time?”

“Well, what usually happens when he gets home I suppose. Are you busy?”

“Need somewhere to stay?”

“Ye-ah.” My voice cracked as tears swelled my eyes.

“Where are you, I’ll be there as soon as I can?”

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It had been nearly two months since we broke up and not a word was spoken between us. Ed had generously let me rent out the spare room in his house until I got my shit together, which did not seem to be happening. All I could seem to do was cry, work, and sleep. Eddie was wonderful and tried to help when he could, but he tended to keep his distance. At some point, I knew Thom would end up stumbling into the house, however, I did not expect to hear his voice breaking downstairs as he talked to Ed.

Thom’s POV

“Ed, it’s driving me mad! Do you know where they are, have you heard from them, anything?”

“If they wanted you to know where they were, they would’ve contacted you. I can’t really help you, man.”

“I just. I can’t do this anymore. I need them, so badly. You don’t fucking understand.” I crumbled to the ground in tears. “It’s my fault. Every time they leave it’s my fault and- and I just expect them to come back. What happened to me, Eddie? What... happened?”

“Thom. You’re the only person who’s gonna be able to fix this and you know it. I’m not helping you anymore. We’ve been through this too many times. I’m not a fucking couples counselor!” He grabbed his hair in frustration.

“You… You too? You’re supposed to be my best friend, and you’re giving up on me too?”

“You know what, Thom? That’s your problem. You can’t take any fucking responsibility for anything, can you? It’s always somebody else’s fault with you!”

I couldn’t even form a response. My thoughts spiraled rapidly as I tried to figure out where everything went to shit.

“I-I’m so-rry. I don’t know what to do, a-and I don’t mean to throw it all on you, Eddie, you… You’re just always so good with this stuff and you know them so well and- and- and..”

“Thom,” He held his head in his hand, “take a breath. There’s no need for all the blubbering.”

“But-”

“Just shut up for a minute okay? I’ll be right back.”

He marched up the stairs and disappeared. A few minutes later he came back down. Followed by Y/N.

Y/N’s POV

His face was tear-stained and puffy. He was in a pile on the floor looking as hopeless as an abandoned puppy.

“Y/N..”

I felt my jaw clench as I looked at him. I wanted to slap him and yell at him for everything he put me through, but my body betrayed me. Instead, I found myself kneeling in front of him, arm reaching out to cup his face in my hand. Tears streamed down his cheeks once again as he rested in my palm. He turned to kiss my fingertips.

“I’m sorry Y/N… I took you for granted. I thought you would always come back, and this time you didn’t, and my ego left with you. I need you, I need you so badly love. I can’t do this without you. Please I will do anything to have you back… Please.” He was barely speaking and as he whispered he looked me in the eyes for the first time in years.

“I... I can’t, Thom.”

His posture snapped to attention and I watched his heart shatter again.

“Why not..?”

“You hurt me.”

Tears of my own now mimicked his.

“Please.”

“Thom, stop.”

“I can’t. I can’t because I love you, and if you ever loved me then you would come back.”

“Don’t you fucking dare with that bullshit Thomas.”

I stood and walked away, but he followed.

“Love doesn’t go away Y/N, you told me that yourself. If you loved me you wouldn’t walk away like this. You’re really willing to throw everything away like that?”

“Stop. Thom, I- I can’t do this, just go.”

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“And I’m not leaving with you.”

He approached me and gently grabbed my hands, giving me the same damn look he did every time he wanted to get his way.

“No, Thom. Stop. Please.”

“One more chance, that’s all I ask. If I fuck it up again I promise you will never hear from me again. I’ll take you on the next tour, I’ll let you get a puppy like you’ve always wanted. Literally, anything you want is yours. You don’t ever have to work again. Just, please?”

“You still don’t get it. I don’t want material things or money. I don’t, well I do want a puppy,” We chuckled, “But that’s not why I left. All I want is your love, some of your time and attention. I want to feel safe with you. I want to feel at home. I don’t feel like that with you anymore. The only feelings that run through me when I look at you are sadness and insecurity. You make me feel like a child being scolded by their mother. I just can’t live like that again.”

“I promise that I will fix what needs to be fixed and will do anything I can to make you feel safe again, just trust me.”

“We both know promises aren’t your thing.”

“I’ll keep this one.”

“I can’t believe that, Thom.”

“I’ll let Ed take over the band if I break this promise and I will never perform with Radiohead again.”

“Oh, shove off you lunatic! I’m not worth that. Your fans would have my head.”

“I’m serious.”

“You make everything so hard on me.”

“Jesus, Y/N would you please just say yes? All you have done the past two months aside from work is cry and sleep. I can barely get you to eat. Just get it over with. If he fucks you over again I will personally skin him alive, just, get it over with you two!”

Thom looked at me hopefully. I sighed.

“Fine.”

“THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!”

He planted kisses all over my face and pulled me into a tight hug.

“Jesus, Thom, you smell! When was your last shower?”

“I... I have no clue,” He scratched his neck and looked at the ground.

“I mean, you are rank! You smell like a secondary boys locker room after P.E.”

“Okay, in my defense, I didn’t think you were going to be here.”

“Yeah, so it’s okay that I suffer in your stench then?”

“Well, we’ve shared a tour bus, I figure that you’re used to it by now.”

“Well, by that logic, if Y/N is coming on tour with us, they better get used to it too, because you’ve smelled worse after a show.”

“Lovely.”

He laughed and engulfed me in a hug again. I gave in and dug my face into his neck, letting him rock us side to side.

“Let’s get you home then, yeah?”

“If anyone needs to get home it’s you so you can shower!”

“We can shower together if you’d like.”

“Okay, yeah, if you could leave the dirty talk for the car ride home it would be appreciated.”

We laughed once again.

“I’ll go pack,” I placed a soft kiss on his cheek before walking up the stairs.

“I love you, Y/N!”

“I love you too Thom.”

[damonjuicyscock]

To The End (Chapter 18: Battery In your leg)

Pairing: 00's Damon Albarn x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, smut.

Summary: You are Damon Albarn's ex-girlfriend and the mother of his other child. Someone offers you something on Valentine's Day, You drink wine with Damon and you go to Graham's birthday where something happens. Can it be like good old times ?

Words: 2558

A/N: Hello everyone, chapter 18 is here ! Hope you will like it ! Don't forget to comment if you want to, I like to read your thoughts !

Enjoy !

“This is a ballad for the good times And all the dignity we had Don't get het up on the evil things You ain't coming back You can be with me If you want to be You can be with me”

February 14th 2005-Whitfield Street, London:

That day I was working with a long-time friend for his album solo, helping him. Thom.

- You didn’t tell me, how is it going with Damon?

- I found the Damon I knew, he’s back.

- Are you having an affair?

- Thom! No! we don’t! He has a family.

- but it's itching, isn't it?

I blushed

- Yes, but I can’t. We’re just seeing each other for Mina, that’s all.

- And you who didn’t…

- Yes, I know what I said. But Thom, we both grew up.

- Still, he has issues with alcohol.

- You also did at a time.

- I know, but I stopped drinking since then. Hey Y/N, I’m just worrying okay? You’re my friend, and I don’t want him to hurt you or Mina. I mean with words; I know he would never raise a hand on you. Even if he’s kind and cool, be careful, I don’t want you to face a broken heart again.

- I won’t. I’m careful.

A delivery man arrived at this moment with a massive bouquet of red roses and a large box.

- Hello, I have a delivery for miss Y/N Y/L/N.

- Yep It’s me! I answered

I signed and he gave me the bouquet and the box. I put the bouquet and the box on a table and looked for a paper with a message hidden in the flowers to know who sent these to me. I found it and read it.

“Happy valentine’s day love. D.A”

- Okay, I take back everything I said. Thom said

- See?

- The man is still in love with you Y/N, it’s obvious.

- Maybe.

- No, not maybe, he is.

- Don’t forget I’m also the mother of his child.

- Y/N, it’s not Mother’s Day, it’s valentine’s day, the one who sends flower and a box with probably a gift inside on Valentine’s day is in love with the person he sends them to.

I opened the box, which contained a medallion. I opened the medallion, at the right was the picture he had taken of us three at Christmas with my old polaroid.

He kept the picture with him in his backpack, so he could have a picture of Mina. But deep down, I knew that it also was because he wanted a picture of me.

I was surprised to find the picture of us kissing at the left. He might have borrowed it to Mina once.

- Do you have something to tell me? Thom said, his arms crossed

- What?

- The picture at the left… It’s clearly not an old picture. You kissed.

I rolled my eyes

- Okay, yes, we kissed at Christmas, but at first it was supposed to be a picture for Mina.

- Well done, it’s now in a medallion.

- Oh fuck off will ya?

Thom laughed

- You don’t have an affair then?

- No we don’t.

- You still love him, do you?

- Yes Thom. He’s the love of my life.

I closed the medallion and looked at the back, where something was written: “I love you, to the end. Damon”

- See? He still loves you.

He could be really romantic.

- Do you mind? He said, showing me he wanted to help me put it around my neck.

I let him.

- Thanks Thom.

I smiled, reminding myself about this Christmas evening. But it also felt awkward. I was the person he sent a gift, a massive bouquet and said I love you. Deep down, Thom was right.

But he had a family…a family before us. I couldn’t put what he had in danger.

*

February 15th 2005:

Damon would be there in less than an hour, so after Mina finished taking her bath, I dressed up in the dress that he offered me during Christmas and put a bit of makeup on.

When he arrived, Mina, as per usual, ran in his arms.

I got downstairs, and he looked at me with his mouth agape.

- Y/N, you’re…

- Yeah, I know, it doesn’t fit me. I said, pretending I was disappointed

- What the hell are you talking about? You’re so fucking stunning!

I blushed

- Language! Mina said

- Sorry Minnie, but your mum was saying something wrong. He answered

- Daddy is right mama, you’re very very beautiful!

- Thank you you two.

Mina ran in the living room, and I joined Damon.

- I really mean it. He said, putting a hand on my hip

- Stop, I’m going to look like a tomato if I blush too much. By the way…Thank you for your magnificent gifts. I said, opening the medallion.

- I’m glad you enjoy it. Happy late Valentine’s Day my love. You’ll always be my valentine.

- I said stop making me blush Dames! I answered laughing while he was smiling like an idiot

- Are you two done flirting? Mina shouted from the living room

- Oi, you, don’t you know you can be cocky? Damon answered, chasing her to tickle her

- Just like her father. I answered, smiling

Damon sent me a dark look

- Hey, stop you, I’m gonna lose every credibility to my daughter’s eyes.

- You already have none! I said sticking my tongue out

- Oh that’s what we’ll see miss! He said now chasing me to tickle me

I started running around the house, until Damon caught me and slammed me on the couch.

- Got ya!

He tickled me, and I was laughing so hard my eyes began watering

- Damon, please, stop! I said still laughing

- So I don’t have any credibility then?

- I didn’t say anything sir!

He stopped his actions

- I prefer this. He said smiling

- Daddy, I have something to show you, I learnt something for you!

- Show me then, my girl. He said, sitting properly on the sofa.

I did the same, and he put a arm around my back, his hand resting on my hip.

Mina started playing something on the piano and started talking:

- “Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as ?”

- PARKLIFE! I sang

- “And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as ?”

- PARKLIFE! Damon and I said at the same time

- “John's got brewer's droop, he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons, they love a bit of it”

- PARKLIFE! Damon sang

- “Who's that gut lord marching? You should cut down on your pork life mate, get some exercise”

Damon joined our daughter to sing the chorus

- “All the people So many people And they all go hand in hand Hand in hand through their parklife”

- “Know what I mean?” Mina said

- Yes I do! Damon answered

*

Once Mina was put to bed, I waited for Damon in the living room.

- Wine? I asked, when he got downstairs

- Oh…Why not?

He joined me and sat next to me while I was filling his glass and mine with red wine.

- In case you were wondering, it comes from France.

- It’s a Bordeaux?

- Absolutely.

I handed him his glass, that he quickly took.

- What are we celebrating?

- Nothing, a late Valentine’s Day if you want, I kept this bottle and I didn’t even know when I would open it actually, so I guess it’s a good idea to drink it now. But don’t drink too much huh? I don’t want you to come back to your family totally shitfaced.

- I could say the same thing for you.

- The difference between you and me Damon is that no one is caring about me so I can drink this bottle without anyone worrying about me and still waking up tomorrow without having anyone to argue about why I came back drunk.

- You’re wrong saying this.

- Why?

- Because I’m waiting for you and I care about you, and I don’t want you to become an alcoholic.

- This belongs to my past Dames. I’m not drinking a lot of alcohol you know.

- And I’m gonna help you finish this bottle, rather you like it or not.

- Okay then, but I won’t be responsible of anything. What do you mean by you’re waiting for me? I asked, taking a sip of my drink

- I mean a lot of things. He answered

- Pursue. I insisted

- Well at first, I’m waiting for you to come with Mina in Reykjavik in March. But I’m also waiting for you to give me your greenlight to properly love you again.

- Damon…

- Yes, I know. You already told me a thousand times love. But I love you, both of you, but I loved YOU first. If it wasn’t the case, Mina wouldn’t be here today. I love you so much sometimes I can’t breathe.

- I love you too, you know it, but don’t…

He stopped me with his hand, taking a sip of his glass and adding

- As I already told you, you don’t know everything, but I understand, and I respect your choice.

Choice I respected until we finished the wine bottle.

- I still don’t get the point. When we were together you hated him and now, you’re friends? He said

- Fatherhood makes people grow up Damon, you should even be the first to understand this.

- Do you mean I wasn’t grown up before this?

- You were…just a little.

- Nah. I was.

- Well now I can tell you’re grown up, but you still have a child’s soul, and I like it. And I really love this Damon I have in front of me. He reminds me of the one I knew, but even better.

He smiled, blushing, before looking at me deep in the eyes for a few seconds. That’s where his lips went to kiss mine. And this time, I felt powerless, I couldn’t stop it.

I laid down on the couch, him being on top of me, as we began making out. His hand went lifting my dress up to caress my thigh.

- I should go… He said between two kisses

This motherfucker. I was ready to give myself to him, I was giving him the greenlight, and he was going to leave.

He kissed me one last time and wished me good night before leaving.

The following times he came, we just kissed, but nothing like a make out happened.

*

Saturday March 12th 2005-London/Graham’s house:

This day was Graham’s birthday, and he was celebrating it at his place. The thing I didn’t know was that everyone was here.

The best way for people to suspect something, first about Mina, and about us two.

I was wearing a tight red dress, and I could feel Damon’s eyes on me at the moment we arrived. I crossed his look, full of love and lust.

The band knew we reconciled, and that Damon was coming to see Mina secretly.

But we had to behave like we were still quite awkward to see each other in public.

It wasn’t really hard to play as it actually was the case. Just because we were scared to get caught.

- Y/N! You are stunning! Graham said

- Thank you Gray. Damon.

- Hello Y/N. He said, not seeming to care.

During the party, I felt his gaze on me. I started talking with Jamie, who was both Graham’s and Damon’s friend. This guy had the same sense of humour as my child’s father, so he made me laugh a lot, and Damon thought he was flirting with me. And he didn’t like it.

On my way to the bathroom, I discretely touched his hand as I walked past him.

I locked the door behind me, and not less than 1:30 minutes after, I heard an almost silent knock.

I knew it was him. I smiled and opened the door, leaning against the edge.

- I was wondering how much time it would take you to join me in here.

He got in the bathroom and locked behind him.

- Are you trying to drive me crazy?

- Maybe, who knows? I said, seductively

- Graham is right, this dress fits you so well, but I’d rather like to see you without it.

- Oh, you could try, but we won’t have time… I said, my hand sliding from his torso to his growing bulge.

His breath got stuck in his throat.

- So…are you going to do anything about this? I asked, palming him through his pants.

- Oh I’d love to, but just like you said, we don’t have time… He answered murmuring, his lips brushing against mine

- Too bad then… I answered the same

He smashed his lips against mine, and kissed me roughly, his tongue claiming for entrance.

I let him in, and our tongues started to dance together, fighting for dominance.

He pinned me against the door, his hand travelling from my thighs to between them. That’s were he found out I wasn’t wearing any knickers.

- Fuck Y/N, you’ll be the death of me… He said before getting on his knees and putting his head between my legs.

I felt his tongue lapping at my clit, eating me out like his favourite meal. I held back a moan.

- Damon…I whimpered

- That’s right baby, it’s been such a long time, huh?

I gasped, holding myself back from moaning. My fingers went running in his hair, and I felt two fingers pushing at my entrance.

- Dames… I finally moaned

- Shh, you gotta be quiet love, we’re not allowed to get caught.

- It’s…Oh…It’s gonna be hard…hard for me…not mo-moaning like this.

I was on the verge of cumming. It had been so long I couldn't contain myself.

- Guess we’re gonna have to stop it here then. He said pulling out his fingers and getting back on his feet, before kissing me and letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue at the same time.

I was feeling empty now, and incredibly horny. I was frustrated and made a pout.

- I promise next time you’ll have more sweetheart. He said, before opening the door and leaving.

What a fucker. Was he going to do that everytime?

My reason was gone. Starting an affair with my ex-fiancé, the father of my daughter who also had a family? Let’s do it. I didn’t care anymore.

I put my dress back down and headed out the bathroom as if nothing happened. Damon and I shared a look, and Graham gripped my arm.

- You both, try to hide your sexual tension, this is really awkward for those who see it. He whispered to me

- What the fuck are you talking about Gray?

- I can feel it. There’s maybe just your daughter in common, But I can see how you look at each other. Be careful that no one sees it, it could be suspicious.

- Well tell him, there’s nothing on my side. I said laughing nervously.

- If you say so…He sighed

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Currently writing for Andy Barber to this song.

Why am I gutting myself like this?

Also @peacefulwriter88 conversation we’ve had many times before BUTTTT why the fuck did the Twilight Saga movies have the BEST music?! Like jeeze lol everytime I think I’m over it I realize I’m not lol

Your speakers are blowing.

Your ears are wrecking…