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thatssomegoodsoup · 1 month ago

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Can you do a the doctor x anthropology!reader that worked with him and had a crush on him but had to leave because of health problems but when they get to the beginning of chapter 4. He realized who they were and kept them with them. ( Anthropology is the study of bones if you didn't know)

Cleared up in DMS that anthropology is in fact NOT the study of bones, it's the study of human behavior, culture, societies, biology, and linguistic, whether that be past or current. Anyways, I'm imagining a lot of good lore for this one!

Art Credit: DrHarleySawyer on Game Jolt

THE DOCTOR X ANTHROPOLOGIST! READER FANFIC

After completing your anthropology degree and behavioral sciences degree, you went to find work. Finding work involving your field was incredibly difficult, as you didn't have any field experience. Plus there was not many jobs that required your field. One day, you applied for a behaviorist job. This company gave you a call back. And so began your career at Playtime Co.

You were assigned to watch over the kids when they came in for tours. Not your ideal job, but it paid well. Unfortunately in your time, you witnessed a few factory accidents.

You were the greatest in your field. Eventually, you got moved to watch and study kids in a newly built area of the factory; the orphanage. You found what the things on the checklist that they gave you odd, but you did your job as it paid a little bit more than the behaviorist job.

Eventually, you were called into Ludwig's office. Two employees (Pierre, White, and an absent chair) were there as well. You were nervous that you had gotten in trouble. After all, you knew that the company frequently made people disappear.

Ludwig began to compliment your work and how well you had done. Pierre and White soon took over and said that your anthropology degree would be useful in their line of work. They also briefly mentioned how the doctor couldn't come along. You agreed to the job, mostly thinking about the money and excitement of a new career. You signed a lot of waivers and legal agreements. And so began your career on the Bigger Bodies Initiative.

Harley was not pleased to say the least. He had preferred to work alone, and he had been doing fine with the experiments. But ultimately you did help by analyzing the behaviors of the kids before and after being turned into a toy, and you help recognize behavioral patterns and anomalies. You noticed things Sawyer himself didn't even notice. You two grew to be acquaintances, and then friends, and then you grew feelings for him. But he didn't grow feelings for you right away. When he finally asked you out, you were ecstatic. You two dated for a few years, and fell madly in love. People jokingly referred to you as 'Mrs/Mr/Mx Sawyer'. And that would become the case when on a date, Sawyer proposed to you. And you two became engaged. Unfortunately, a few months after becoming engaged, your health problems started to get worse. Your health issues hadn't given you any problems when you first started working on the BBI. But now they were causing problems.

Harley was obviously concerned for you. You both used your paychecks to help fund your treatment. At some point in time, you two got married, and you became Mr./Mx./Mrs. Sawyer (or the spouse of Sawyer); also you two moved into an apartment together.

Your health continued to decline, and eventually you came into work less and less. Eventually, your health problems got so bad that you couldn't come into work anymore, and so you signed several more NDAs and quit. Sawyer promised that he would keep sending you money and call you every day as soon as he got the chance. His money kept you afloat and helped you get treatment.

One day, Sawyer never came home. You waited. And waited. And waited. "maybe he's just busy" you thought, and you went to bed. When you awoke, he was not beside you. You listened, and you heard no noise in your apartment. And so, you called his work phone. But he never picked up. Another day passed, and you decided to call again. But the operator insists that number never existed and is no longer in service.

So you call Dr.White, who did pick up but dodged all your questions. Frustrated, you called Pierre, nervously playing with your wedding ring. You questioned Pierre, and he tried dodging your questions. It quickly became a shouting match, and Pierre threatened your life before slamming the phone down. You were angry and heartbroken. You hadn't seen your husband in days, and your former employers, your former friends were hiding something from you.

Despite your anger, you weren't in any shape to go and investigate, so you gathered all the money you had kept stashed away + the money Sawyer had given you and decided to get some new treatment that was not part of mainstream science yet (this is the 50s/60s/70s/80s, new shit was being invented all the time). This new medication helped alleviate your symptoms. Unfortunately, your health problems were still a big issue. You eventually ran out of money, and so to keep funding the new treatment, you wrote books on anthropology and behavior.

These books brought in a small amount of money, but it was enough to keep you going for a few years, until the treatment was perfected. And your health problems were cured!

After months of physical therapy, you had finally decided to go to investigate. It had been years since your husband disappeared, but you weren't going to give up. You packed a bag full of food, water, and various other supplies just in case. You knew that Playtime Co. was abandoned by now.

You began your exploration, and unfortunately got trapped deep in the factory. There was no getting out now, and so you made yourself at home.

You hid in various areas when you needed to sleep. You did, after all, help work on the experiments; this guaranteed that you would have no toy allies. As you continued to explore, you saw recent evidence of human life (referencing the player), but you decided not to investigate. You were on your own mission. To find your husband.

You did find some tapes, but it took you a few days to run into something that could play these tapes. And that's when you learned what happened to your husband. They had turned him into one of them. You heard White and Pierre's voice on the tape. They were behind Sawyer's disappearance all along. The rage and anger you felt was indescribable.

You went back to your hiding place, and broke down in tears. Your love was probably dead at this point. And so began your journey to find a way out. After weeks of surviving, you found yourself in a hallway full of TVs. And the TVs lit up. A singular eye stared at you from each of these TVs.

You ran down the hall, scared for your life. And that's when you heard it. A familiar voice. Harley Sawyer's voice. No, you refused to believe it was him. He's dead.

As you burst through the door at the end of the hall into a lab room, you saw something that made you freeze in place. A tall robot with a TV head wearing a long, black cloak. And this robot turned around and stared at you. Your blood ran cold. So this is how you die. After all this time.

The robot reached a hand out at you, while staring at you with a single eye. And then you heard it again. Sawyer's voice, saying your name. You didn't know where it was coming from. But then you heard it again, as the robot stepped closer. It was coming from the robot.

And then it clicked. This robot was your husband. The tenseness in your body melted as tears streamed down your face. "Harley?" you said in a choked sob. You ran towards the robot and embraced him. Sawyer knelt down and embraced you back.

You two were finally together again. And so began your life living in the factory alongside the man you had married.

Happy Valentine's Day, and I hope you enjoy @star2006mcart! I had a lot of fun writing this one. Again, I'm not really good at writing fics, so I apologize if its poor quality. Credit for divider: @thecutestgrotto

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sennamaticart · 1 month ago

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Happy Valentines! Here's more seasonal gibbons to match the ones I made previously!

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anonymouscheeses · 1 month ago

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A very Suselle Valentines day!

#art #fanart #artists on tumblr #digital art #suselle #deltarune susie #noelle deltarune #deltarune noelle #susie deltarune #deltarune #susie x noelle #noelle x susie #noelle holiday #i dont usually draw art for holidays buuuut. since i love wlw and its about the only thing i draw... i did valentines!#Ttzhawysysuua i love them guys #BABIES #valentinesgift #valentines day #happy valentines

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realfullnameunavailable · 1 month ago

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Kisses hoodie, Valentine's Day special.

MLM, pure fluff, SFW, König x GN!Reader (male-leaning)

"What... is this?"

With a slightly confused but composed expression, he asked. Gazing down at the pastel purple box adorned with small flowers and a pink bow, he noted that you had handed it to him with a satisfied yet innocent grin. It appeared quite beautiful, perhaps even too beautiful, leaving him uncertain about what it hid inside. He looked at you, then back at the box, and finally back at you with a furrowed brow.

"A surprise," you said, grinning innocently, looking up at him with eyes filled with impatience and excitement.

He grumbled something under his breath, tugging at the bow's end and watching it fall to the floor. He gripped the box a bit tighter before hesitantly lifting the lid and placing it on the table.

With slightly widened eyes, his breath hitched as he saw the white hoodie with your initials drawn on it with... kisses? "What?" König thought, looking down speechless at the sweatshirt. König tried his hardest to keep his ears from turning red, but the realization that you had made this just for him - on this holiday, of all days - made it impossible.

König had never celebrated any holiday, especially Valentine's Day, as it had never meant anything to him. He found it another regular, miserable day to endure, silently suffering among the lovey-dovey couples. He found it disgusting and was deeply jealous of the love they showed each other, since he had always felt alone, ever since his teens. His severe social anxiety, compounded by childhood bullying, didn't help; he despised every love-related holiday as he had never truly felt loved.

Until today.

You waited patiently for him to pull the hoodie from the box, your hands hidden behind your back, rocking on your toes; the grin never left your face. You took joy in König's flushed ears, knowing that no one had ever given him something so thoughtful.

König, unable to answer otherwise, grumbled a low 'ridiculous' under his breath, pulling the hoodie out from the box and placing it next to its lid on the desk. Despite his grumpy attitude, he handled the fabric with surprising delicacy as if afraid to ruin your gift. He held it as if it was the most precious thing in the world crafted with your own hands, mind, and soul. Clearing his throat and refusing to face you, he paused before mumbling a low 'You didn't have to do this,' gently rubbing his thumb across the thick, comfy fabric of the sweatshirt, eyes almost watering from the overwhelming feeling washing over his heart. No one has ever gifted him something as meaningful as this, so personal yet made just for him.

"So?" you chimed in with a low chuckle, tired of waiting for him to put it on. He stood there like a deer caught in headlights, holding the hoodie awkwardly as if he'd never held one before. "Put it on," you urged, excitement clear in your voice, eager for him to stop standing like a mannequin and pull it on already. He sighed defensively, as if you were asking for too much, but with slightly shaking hands, pulled it over his head.

He froze.

The soft, rich fabric wrapped around him like a cocoon. Its warmth settled over his body in a way that felt almost foreign, like being covered with a blanket on a cold, winter evening - safe, secure. A feeling he hadn't known since his childhood.

He was overwhelmed, yet felt so loved it almost hurt. He inhaled deeply, trying to keep his composure and failing miserably; his ears and cheeks flushed with soft redness. Swallowing hard, he finally spoke. "Thank you..." his voice was low, almost uncertain, stealing glances at you but mostly looking down at the floor, shifting awkwardly. He was so embarrassed by his behavior - a grown man like him, with an important role in the army, shouldn't melt at such soft gestures.

But it was you.

And because it was you, he couldn't stop the butterflies bubbling in the depths of his stomach and the fluttering of his heart. Especially not when your love-filled eyes stayed on him, almost teasing him for how shy he had become.

He huffed at you, both annoyed and flustered - a rare sight, considering how hard he always tried to maintain his stoic demeanor around you, serious, composed, yet never unaware of your presence. Shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket in an attempt to ground himself, his fingers brushed against something flat, wrapped in paper. His brows furrowed as he pulled it out, only to freeze.

A bar of chocolate. His favorite.

He stared at it, caught off guard, his grip tightening slightly. Another surprise. Another gesture just for him.

You couldn't help but grin at him as his face flushed a deeper crimson and awkwardly shifted, tugging at his hoodie with his free hand while still holding the chocolate bar. God, this had never happened to him before. How was he supposed to react to something so strange? This shower of affection hit harder than a bullet to the gut.

He cleared his throat, rolling his eyes and shoving the chocolate bar back into his pocket. His brows furrowed as he looked down at you, hoping to regain his composure. "I don't eat sweets, don't you know that?" he complained, yet the way he held it like dear life told otherwise. You tilted your head, smiling mischievously at him. "You know?" you started, crossing your arms and looking up at him with a puffed chest and a satisfied expression. "I've never seen you act like this; so shy," you continued, teasing him cruelly, knowing he would deny it.

"I'm not shy; I just didn't expect this... all of this," he shot back at you defensively, tightening his grip on the chocolate bar in his pocket, trying to hide from your teasing. He wasn't sure if he was trying to hide from you or himself, and he almost seemed annoyed at your comment, yet the redness creeping up his neck and ears told a different story.

Your smile widened at his tone, leaning just a little closer with a hum. "Uh-huh... understandable," you said, having the urge to just grab his face and shower him with kisses at how cute he acted. God, it was so rare yet so satisfying to see.

For a moment, König stayed quiet. He didn't grumble, didn't try to argue or get defensive again. He just... stood there, processing everything that you had said and done.

"You didn't have to go through all this trouble. You could have bought a card from the gift shop," he said softly, more to himself than to you.

Your grin softened into a smile at his quiet words, sighing and dropping your hands down. "That's unacceptable," you said back. "You deserve it."

He inhaled deeply, exhaling through his mouth as he finally looked at you, properly looked at you. His steel-blue eyes held something unreadable, something that made your chest feel tight.

"You know I don't—" he paused, shaking his head slightly before correcting himself. "No one has ever done something like this for me." His voice was low, almost hesitant opening up to you about something so personal. "It's... nice," he added quietly, unsure what to say to such a gift.

You smiled at his small words. "They should have," you began, reaching to adjust the collar of the hoodie. "And now someone finally has."

König swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he clenched his jaw. Then, as if unable to stop himself, he gave a nod, his fingers still clinging to the chocolate bar in his pocket. "Danke..." he said, his voice almost too quiet to hear.

You chuckled, and he exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple with his free hand while gripping the chocolate bar in his pocket with the other. He looked like he was about to combust from sheer embarrassment.

"You love it, admit it," you teased, rocking on your heels.

"I tolerate it," he huffed, shoving his second hand in the pocket.

"Mhm, sure. Keep telling yourself that," he groaned, but instead of snapping back, he hesitated. "Thank you. It means... a lot."

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone, smiling back. "Anytime, König."

He cleared his throat. "Now stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" you said back.

"Like... this. Stop," he grumbled, his gaze drating to the side.

You smirked and stepped closer. "Happy Valentine's Day, König."

He let out a dramatic sigh, but this time, you caught the tiny ghost of a smile on his lips. Slowly, he pulled a hand from the pocket only to lift it just enough to hide the lower half of his face. "...Happy Valentine's Day."

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dgoddesserin · 1 month ago

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Here a late valentine present for the footbois that didn’t get any

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littelovelunette · 1 month ago

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Valentine's Day With Them (Headcanons)

Featuring Sevika and Vi

Flowers, a damn lot of flowers. A bouquet of your favourite kind always ready for you all throughout the valentine's week

Will be anxious if you like the gifts or not because she feels like she's let so many people down in her past and she doesn't want you to be one of them

Matches outfits with you during the dates so others have the clear indication that the both of are a thing

Would propose with paper rings but it won't be uncharacteristic for her to purchase an insanely expensive ring for you on propose day too

Cuddlebear wherever you both are whether it's outside in public or within the walls of the home you both share

Gives you an in-home spa day and massages your feet for you, she'll even help you do a facial treatment

Princess treatment whether it's opening doors for you, helping you do your shoes, offering a hand whenever you stand up from a sitting position

Pulls your chair out for you whenever you both go outside to eat because she wants you to feel like royalty always

Often thinks she doesn't deserve you and you're too good for her but she won't put you through the 'effort of reassuring her'

Gets you chocolates

Sevika

Not the verbal kind when it comes to affection she has a hard time communicating because of it but you understand her

Shows you affection through her physical activities like picking you up and keeping you on her lap, caressing your hair, wrapping a protective arm around your waist, kissing you

On valentine's day she'll make you your meals for a change and buy you expensive presents, dresses and watch you throw a little fashion show for her in all the dresses and... Lingeries she'll buy for you

Gets you the generic bouquet of roses (a little begrudgingly) after Jinx tells her women appreciate flowers

Will indulge in your, otherwise silly, acts as she used to say before valentine's week just to make you feel special

When you're asleep she'll admire you and mentally beat herself up over the fact she can never bring herself to verbally say she loves you so much

Likely to propose for marriage, she's old okay? She wants to settle down if she can

Lets you rest your head on her lap as she plays with your hair

Likely won't wanna go outside during valentine's day because there's too much chaos in Zaun for her to enjoy a day with you according to her so you both end up as couch potatoes, binging your favourite television series or watch a stupid romcom

You both likely watch crime thriller together

Valentine's day won't be too special with her because she treats you nice and lovey dovey every single day anyway

She thinks it's stupid they selected a specific day to show how much someone loves the other

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megarax-ponyo · 1 month ago

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❤ Happy Valentine's Day ❤

Poor Dogday, he has memories of Vietnam

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simmerianne93 · 1 month ago

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[Simmerianne93]Valentine_poses_11

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Hello everyone!!!!

I'm late today 'cause i didn't have electricity at home e.e... but better later than never... and today it's a special day... 'cause we don't have 1 pack or 2... but 3!!!

The prompt for today is diversity... 'cause couples comes in a lot of forms too... so here the first posepack for a boy-boy relationship.

I hope you like them!!!

Let's love!!

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Teleport any sim by Scumbumbo or Mccc by deaderpool.

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umyflame · 1 month ago

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or else he'll hold your hand 🥰

If you want a high-res version of our baby crusty, it's available on my kofi (as well as a version with a little customization)! Your support helps me keep making cool art like this 💖 Consider it a little Valentine’s treat~ 💌

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glittervame · 1 month ago

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Oh....Happy Valentine's Day

Theodore Nott x FEM!Y/n

Theo and Y/n are STEP siblings, they are not related

Warning: Smut +18 MDI, Wrap it before you tap it, humiliation, fingering, creampie, spanking, spit kink, doggy, rough sex, Theo refers to self as big brother and Y/n as sister, dubcon

Theodore, often affectionately called Theo, is the epitome of the term "Golden child."

With his mousy-brown hair and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts, he has been basking in the warm embrace of favoritism ever since their parents' marriage three years ago.

In the short time he has been part of the family, he has managed to win everyone over with his charm, leaving little room for doubt about who the apple of everyone's eye truly is.

Theo is a star athlete at school, a straight-A student, and life of the party. Theo balances his extracurricular activities with his academic responsibilities as if juggling flaming torches was a piece of cake. He's the kind of person who makes success look easy, as if it's an inherent trait rather than the result of hard work and sacrifice.

He carries himself with a grace that is both captivating and disarming. He is the life of every party, the first to crack a joke, and the last to leave a conversation without making sure everyone has felt included. His laughter is infectious, a sound that lights up the room.

No one knows what he's like behind closed doors except for Y/n, who shares a house with him, it's a side of Theo that's a stark contrast to the public's perception.

Y/n and Theo had been sharing a house together, a token of their parent's graduation gift, to help them both financially as they pursue their dreams in the same city.

Theo brings girls home all the time, but none of them ever seem to last. One night could find Theo going down on a Burnett in the middle of their shared living room, the next night she'll find him with a girl with raven hair in the pool making out.

It's a pattern that's grown old, but one Y/n has learned to ignore, after all, it's Theo's life and he can live it however he pleases.

But don't even get her started on when she tries to bring a guy home for the once-in-a-while casual hookup. Theo turns into a completely different person, a protective big brother that she never knew existed. He'd grill the poor soul until they were practically begging to leave, making it clear that no one is good enough for her.

Y/n's friends think it's hot that she has Theodore as a stepbrother and how protective he is about boys. The month after their parents had gotten married they literally gave her a list of the reasons why she should jump at the opportunity.

"Come on, Y/n, he's like the boy version of you," one friend had said with a wink and a nudge. "Smart, good looking, athletic..."

"...and totally off-limits," she'd finished with a sigh.

They giggled, sharing knowing glances, while she rolled her eyes. Sure, Theodore was all of those things, but he was also her stepbrother. Plus, she didn't have a crush on him. Not at all. Okay, maybe just a tiny one, but it was nothing to write home about.

Her friends had only met him a handful of times, but they were obsessed with the idea of a forbidden romance. They'd seen too many movies and read too many steamy novels. Y/n knew that the reality was far from the fantasy.

Theodore was actually pretty annoying. He was always around, always teasing her, always in her space. It was like he enjoyed getting under her skin. But, she had to admit, he had his moments. Even through his "casual" relationships, Theo is incredibly attentive to Y/n. He makes sure she's okay, asks her about her day, and even goes so far as to cook for her when she's had a bad one.

He's been weird with her for the past few weeks, getting more touchy-feely than usual. It started with the playful shoves in the kitchen that turned into lingering touches on the small of her back. It's been driving her crazy, making her feel things she shouldn't.

Y/n's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming shut. She looks up from her book to see Theo strolling in, sweaty from soccer practice. His shirt clings to his chest, showcasing his well-defined abs. She tries not to stare, really, she does, but it's like her eyes have a mind of their own.

"Hey," he says casually, dropping his bag on the floor.

"Theo, please, not in the living room," she says, her voice a little more breathless than she intended.

He grins at her, that annoyingly charming grin that makes her knees go a little wobbly. "What's cooking?"

"I'm not your personal chef," she retorts, but she can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth.

"Come on, you know I'm useless in the kitchen." He winks and she can feel her cheeks heat up. "Unless it's eating I'm good at that." he winks.

Why does he have to be so... so... him?

"Fine, fine, I'll heat up some leftovers."

As she stands, he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her into a side-hug. "You're the best," he says into her hair.

Her heart skips a beat, and she can feel the warmth of his breath on her neck. It's nothing she hasn't felt before, but today, it feels... different. She pulls away quickly, blaming it on the heat of the kitchen.

"So, any new boys sniffing around?" he asks, as if he doesn't already know the answer.

"None that are worth mentioning," she says with a shrug.

"Good."

The way he says it sends a shiver down her spine. It's possessive, protective. And she hates that she likes it.

They spend the rest of the evening watching a movie, their legs entwined on the couch. His arm is thrown casually around her shoulder, and she tells herself it's just because they're family now. But when his hand brushes against her thigh, she can't help but wonder if there's something more to it.

That was months ago though, now Y/n was crying in her room, her heart broken because she had just gotten dumped by her boyfriend out of the blue. Her room was a mess, her eyes were puffy and red, and her nose was definitely not as pretty as it used to be.

The door creaks open, and she sees Theo standing there, holding a bowl of ice cream. "I heard you crying," he says softly. "Thought this might help."

Y/n sniffs and takes the bowl gratefully. "Thanks," she murmurs, taking a spoonful. It's mint chocolate chip cookie dough, her favorite.

They sit in silence for a while, the only sound being the occasional sniffle from her and the scooping of ice cream.

"He didn't deserve you," Theo says eventually.

"You don't know him," she replies, but she appreciates the sentiment.

"I don't have to. You deserve someone who treats you like a queen." he says as he pulls her into his side fingers running through her hair as he grabs the remote and puts on their favorite show.

The words hang in the air, and she can't help but look up at him. His eyes are filled with something she can't quite read, something that makes her heart race a little faster.

"You're sweet," she whispers, taking another bite of ice cream.

"I try," he says, giving her a smile.

As they watch the TV, his thumb brushes against her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. And in that moment, she can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, her friends were right. Maybe Theodore isn't so annoying after all. Maybe he's exactly what she needs.

“I wouldn’t put you through this...” Theo coos as he pulls away slightly to look into her eyes, his own filled with sincerity. “You deserve better than that, Y/n.”

Their eyes lock, and she can feel the tension in the air thickening. She’s never noticed how close their lips are when they’re just sitting together, casually talking. It’s like the universe is playing a cruel trick on her.

“You... you don’t think it’s weird?” she stammers, setting the bowl aside.

Theo looks confused for a moment before his eyes widen in realization. “You mean us?”

Y/n nods, feeling her cheeks burn even hotter.

He takes a deep breath before leaning in closer, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. “Why would it be weird?” he whispers, his breath ghosting over her lips. And then he kisses her. It’s gentle at first, as if he’s testing the waters, but when she doesn’t pull away, it deepens. His arms wrap around her, pulling her closer until she’s practically in his lap.

It’s wrong, she knows it is, but it feels so right. And for the first time in a long time, Y/n feels alive. Her heart is racing, her body is singing, and she can’t get enough of his taste.

They break apart, panting slightly, and she looks up at him, her eyes wide. “Theo..."

He couldn't resist the urge to run his hands through her hair and gently pull it, tipping her head back to expose her neck to his hungry mouth. She gasped at the sensation, her body responding to his.

"Theo...we shouldn't be doing this."

With one hand firmly gripping the base of her neck, Theodore's other hand roamed down to her thighs, his fingers tracing the outline of her panties. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and his cock grew harder at the thought of what was to come.

He slid her panties to the side, exposing her wet, pink pussy. He groaned with pleasure, feeling his own arousal grow as he saw her reaction to his touch. He slid a single digit into her, watching as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan. He began to pump his finger in and out of her, increasing the pace as her hips began to move in sync with his hand.

“This right here … if I put my fingers in here.. it’ll make you feel so good. Isn’t that what you want kiddo? To feel good?”

Y/n's hands found their way to his shoulders, her nails digging in as she grew more and more desperate. "teddy...."

Theodore's teeth grazed her neck, sending shivers down her spine, as he inserted another finger into her, stretching her even further. He could feel her tightening around him, her body begging for more.

Withdrawing his fingers, he brought them to his mouth and tasted her sweetness, watching her eyes go wide with a mix of shock and arousal. He leaned in closer, whispering into her ear, "You're so fucking wet for me, baby."

Without warning, he slammed his mouth down onto hers, biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw a drop of blood. He didn’t stop, instead using his thumb to wipe it away, bringing it back to her mouth for her to taste. The metallic tang of her own blood mixed with the salty flavor.

"This is wrong… we really can’t..." Your face flushes out of embarrassment, lips brushing against his.

Theodore leaned over her, his hand sliding down to her pussy again. He inserted his fingers into her tight, wet warmth and began to pump them in and out, curling them slightly to hit her g-spot. She whimpered and arched her back, her hips bucking up to meet his hand.

He leaned down and began to kiss her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth. He felt her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, her teeth grazing his lower lip. He matched her ferocity, his own teeth sinking into her lip, tugging gently before releasing.

"You like that?" he murmured against her mouth, his fingers working her into a frenzy. " your little pussy’s so messy, look how much she's talkin' to me.” he says as he moves his fingers faster.

Y/n could only nod, her eyes glazed with desire. Theodore took that as his cue to slide his fingers out of her, only to replace them with his thumb. He began to rub her clit in slow circles, watching her body tense and release as she grew closer to her climax.

As she came, she threw her head back, crying out his name, her body shuddering with pleasure. He kissed along her neck, feeling her pulse race under his lips. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her: desperate and willing to do anything for more.

"Good girl," he whispered, his hand still resting gently on her pussy. "Now, let's see if I can make you do that again."

Happy Valentine's day <3

Will you be my Valentine?

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