#I was trying to organize my thoughts for a while so sorry for the delay ^^'
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I kinda wanted to share a few thoughts on why I think All for One possibly was a university professor, mostly because it’s a seemgly small thing but I think it adds interesting layers to him and possibly give us an idea on how his rise to power might have been so… here we go ^^’
1- The place where his last battle with the 2nd OFA user took place
Now, this was the detail about him that first set off this whole speculation train of though: as it was pointed out by @nakamafor on twitter isn’t any random place but rather the University of Tokyo.
Despite most of it being destroyed we can still make out that the walls of the Takeda Auditorium behind them, and the buildings around are also set in the same layout as the University of Tokyo
(kinda like they also noticed that the place being bombed for having people who oppose AFO also seems to be a irl place)
Now it seems that a lot of detail was included to this brief panel, true, but is it enough to conclude that AFO has any connection to this place? Was it just a coincidence that the battle took place in here?
2- Sensei
One of the most defining things about AFO that we know of is that he plays a role of a mentor, an autority, a Teacher. This was ever since his introduction, before we even knew about his connection to the noumus or to One for All
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Also it is not unsual for him to go on long spiels and infodumping, it’s the role he seems most confortable with
3 - Ujiko
Ujiko’s backstory and the key event that brought him and AFO together was the article he released about the Quirk Doomsday theory, where he was the one to first speculate about the possibility that, as quirk evolves, they could reach a sincularity where there would be no way for control them or wield them in any way
Notably amoung his circle of academics he was widely rejected and the theory was met with disdain with everyone other than AFO. This was Ujiko’s side but what about AFO?
If anything this fact seems to demonstrate that AFO is acquainted with academic circles, and he paid close attention to studies regarding quirks. So it wouldn’t be a surprise if he belonged to theses spaces as a member, possibly as a professor.
4 - Boku
Now, we know that throughout the manga AFO and Izuku share many similarities and have many parallels.
Most notable is their affinity with quirks and using them by creating a combination
One of those similarities is that they both, in the japanese version use “boku” to refer to themselves in the first person. Which mean that “my hero academia” could apply to both of them, this story could be the one of the rise of the OFA user or the story of the greatest viilain, All for one.
In a way, this specific parallel is a mean to tie the plot, both how things started and how they will end. In one academy, rose of the Greatest villain, from another academy (UA) the greatest Hero of All time will rise along the people he saved and inspired, in order to defeat this Villain.
#bnha#bnha theory#bnha spoilers#one for all#all for one#izuku midoriya#I was trying to organize my thoughts for a while so sorry for the delay ^^'#this theory isn't mine it was built over through various twitter contributions#but I wanted to share some of it with other fans#mha#mha theory#ofa#afo
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Five Times You Go Through Wanda Maximoff's Window - [HS Challenge]
Summary: A clumsy spider and a grumpy witch are roommates in Avengers Tower. And it takes you five missed windows to finally get things right. [Prompt]
Warning: None, fluff and funny, spider!reader and emo!wanda, avengers being a family, happy ending | Words: 2.937k
A/N-> This was such a funny one to write because I always wanted to try the Five Times Prompt! I hope you guys liked it.
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The first time you missed a window in Avengers Tower, you still didn't know the place properly.
You had just come out of a fight and your costume was still smoldering. You stumbled between one window and another and thought you had counted the floors correctly when you balanced yourself inside, and almost fell out again when something pushed you.
Your spidey sense acted immediately, of course. It was a disastrous situation, to be honest. You jumped like a frightened animal away from the magical energy of the witch, the true owner of that room and window, while instinctively hitting her right in the face with your webs.
Wanda yelled angrily, and you, hanging from the wall, only had time to fall straight to the floor before she hit you in the chest this time.
Of course, the confusion attracted the attention of the other Avengers - Vision, and Steve appeared just before Nat, the men confused by the whole thing, but the widow, as soon as she saw the younger witch trying to untangle the webs from her face, burst into laughter.
You were blushing a lot when you went to apologize.
"I'm really sorry Wanda, I thought it was my room."
"It's fine." She retorted between her teeth, and it didn't look like it was fine at all. You rubbed your shoulder, the magical blow left your skin sore and Wanda sighed. "Sorry about the hit. I thought it was an intruder."
Natasha interrupted the whole thing with another chuckle, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes that threatened to return every time she looked at Wanda's grumpy expression over the webs. "You two are clearly an example of attention. You've just earned some extra training."
You and Wanda grumbled in unison. Of course, Natasha was just tormenting you and the training was going to happen anyway, because Wanda escaped as many of them as she could and was already getting sloppy, and you well, in the routine of neighborhood friend and university, it was difficult to attend all the Avenger commitments.
Wanda had no trouble hitting you in training, and you almost thought she was doing it with a certain satisfaction. You couldn't blame her, she would certainly have got away with it if it hadn't been for your disastrous encounter earlier.
You just hoped that future interactions between you would be friendlier from then on.
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The second time you missed a window in the Tower, your intention was not to be late.
This was because Natasha had asked - or politely threatened - you to organize your spider routine, if that was possible, and be present at the introduction of the New Avengers.
Well, that was rather unfair. In addition to your full-time job as a New York superhero, you also had college and your job as a Daily Bugle Photographer, so it should be understandable that delays would occur. But maybe that was your fault, for missing three birthdays in a row, and not even making it to Captain America's shield ceremony last month after Steve retired and assigned the job to Sam Wilson.
In any case, you tried to get to the tower for Kate Bishop's introduction to the team and ended up in the wrong room again.
Only this time it was worse, as you ended up bumping into the owner of the bedroom who certainly wasn't expecting to see anyone.
Wanda didn't fall to the floor with the impact only because you acted quickly and held her by the waist, turning your bodies so that the entire collision was on your back. Half the items in your backpack made a cracking sound behind you, but you didn't have a chance to check.
You were still grunting in pain when she pushed you away, and the action caused her towel to fall to the floor.
"I-I..."
"Don't look, you pervert!" She demanded infuriatedly, her face as red as yours. You turned away immediately, but the bedroom mirror allowed you to see her bending down to pick up the towel and you thought it best to close your eyes tightly.
"I swear to God I didn't mean to-"
"Zip it." She cut in, holding the towel tight against her body. "Out." She ordered, and you didn't need to be told twice.
You stumbled out with your eyes closed until you found the door, and Wanda had to look away and bite her lip to hide her smile for all the times you hit your head on something before leaving.
You didn't find her again until half an hour later when you had already met Kate Bishop and discovered that she would probably be a friend. She was a very funny girl, and your close age made it easy to get friendly with her.
She had just commented that it was amazing to have another Avenger going to NYU, and how you could go to classes together and have coffee when Wanda reappeared in the room and dropped something in your lap.
You stared wide-eyed at the red spider's underwear, clutching the item as if you expected it to disappear.
"You forgot it in my room." Said the witch with an indecipherable expression, but with eyes sparkling with mischief. Of course, she left out the part about the item falling out of your backpack during the disastrous encounter earlier, and that was enough for Sam to chuckle knowingly with Clint and Natasha from the kitchen counter when they whistled at the comment.
You turned as red as the colored garment. "I dropped it in her room." You tried to clarify in embarrassment, but Clint added.
"Oh, yes, that happens." He taunted, and you huffed in embarrassment as you got up to find your backpack and remove that outfit from their sight.
You only missed Wanda's satisfied look when Kate didn't invite you to take her to university again and the subject was forgotten.
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The third time was intentional.
The Avengers were going through a very difficult time since the whole Winter Soldier thing became public, and even with Steve retired, Mr. Stark still wanted closure on the murder of his parents with Mr. Barnes.
It wasn't your business, but at the same time, it was because the Avengers were one big family and anything that happened to one had an impact on the whole team.
The atmosphere was rather miserable because it seemed that everyone was going through heartbreaking situations at the moment. Natasha and the Red Room, Bucky, Tony and Steve's drama, and Kate with her mother's arrest. Then there was Vision and the Space Stone that had been giving him nightmares, and well, Wanda, who was celebrating her first birthday alone since the death of her twin brother.
So the third time was intentional, because you had cupcakes in your backpack that were a bit of a mess, and you only came in after knocking.
Wanda still had to get used to the image of you hanging at that height.
"Hi." She greeted, not hiding her own discontent about that day. You continued to sit on the edge.
"Hey." You said with a small smile, twirling your bag in front of you. " I won't be bothering you, I just came to bring you something."
She grimaced, biting her lip. She wanted to say that you're rarely a nuisance, but instead, she remained silent.
You take out a closed box from your backpack, a little crumpled, but the contents are safe. There are several colorful, well-filled cupcakes from your favorite place in the center. All with little birthday decorations.
"I didn't know your favorite flavor, so I brought you one of each. If you're allergic to anything, we can throw it away."
Wanda doesn't take the box held out to her. "Hm, I don't... celebrate today." She says clumsily, looking away. You swallow dry, nodding.
"I didn't think so, but I wanted to... I don't even know what I wanted. I'm sorry, that was stupid of me. I'll take these away and leave you alone."
But Wanda grabbed you before you could leave the room, and instead of pulling away, she hugged you. Quickly, as a thank you, but it warmed your cheeks.
"That was sweet of you, okay? Thank you." She murmured just as embarrassed, busying herself with grabbing the box of cupcakes because she didn't know what to do with her hands.
You smiled. "No problem, Wanda." You say, and before you lose your nerve, you add. "To be honest, the cupcakes are just an excuse. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to tell you that I'm here if you need a friend. I know how hard days like these are, and being alone is sometimes not a choice, it's the only option. I wanted you to know that there are people with whom you can share this pain. Or if you don't want to talk about it, these cupcakes."
The next hug is longer and makes you wish you'd missed the window more often, even if this time it was on purpose. Maybe when all the drama has passed, and Wanda trusts you to become friends, the window will stay open for you.
For now, she lets you stay to watch sitcoms with her and grimaces when you stumble out the window to answer a spider's call.
It's stupidly dangerous, she texts you that afternoon.
You respond with spider and web emojis.
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The fourth time, you were bleeding.
Almost unconscious, and struggling to crawl through the windows. Fearing that the exhaustion and injuries would be enough for your powers to fail, and inevitably cause you to fall from the tower.
Perhaps it would have been better to take the front door.
You felt yourself losing consciousness, and your right hand detached from the glass. Before gravity could do its job, a familiar prickling sensation covered your entire body and you were pulled into Wanda Maximoff's room.
"What happened?"
She looked worried, almost desperate to be honest. Your appearance was probably not the best. Well, who could blame you? You've just guaranteed New York's safety for a while longer after one of the most intense fights in months. Why do villains dressed as animals always land such hard punches?
You try to smile at Wanda, to make a "You should have seen the other guy" joke, even though Rhino wasn't badly hurt and the victory was more thanks to your new electric friend and his tricks that knocked the big guy out, than to you. Maybe you're losing your grip.
Wanda didn't laugh, her powers put you against the soft cushions and the next thing that left your mouth was a grunt of pain when she touched your ribs.
"I'm gonna call Bruce-"
"No, I'm fine." You tried to move, but your body hated the idea. So did Wanda, because her magic became harder to ignore. "Please, Wands, I shouldn't be out there."
She frowned. "What do you mean?"
And you have to ignore the pain to keep talking and try to look casual about it with a shrug that makes you wince. "I was still recovering from the last fight. I thought I could handle it."
"You're unbelievable." She grumbles, seeming to remember beyond her own busy routine, the image of your bandaged arm after the last villain you encountered. Clearly, it had been against the advice of the rest of the team that you had joined another fight, and obviously, the consequence of your stubbornness was swinging yourself utterly wrecked into her window at dawn. "You need an x-ray."
You groan but are unable to resist her magical efforts that force you to your feet and drag you into Bruce's lab.
The whole thing becomes a blur in your injured head. But you know that you've been given a hard time by at least half the team, until the medication kicks in and you feel better enough to realize that you're already lying on a bed, with Wanda Maximoff beside you.
"Sorry about the scare." You mumble, and you don't need to clarify any further for her to understand exactly what you mean. You know you'll probably have to work harder than that to remove your nearly dead figure from her memory, but that's a start.
Wanda doesn't take her eyes off the book but sighs. "It's okay."
You know that's not true. So you try to be honest with her.
"Today is one year since Aunt May died." You say quietly, just loud enough for the two of you in the Avengers' infirmary room to hear. Wanda immediately raises uncertain eyes. It's your turn to sigh and look away. "I just... couldn't keep myself from doing anything. When Miles' suit warned me about Rhino, it was the perfect distraction."
Wanda absorbs your words for a few seconds until she puts the book aside. She leaves the armchair and approaches the bed to sit down next to you.
"Next time, ask me to distract you." She says, one of her hands going up to your face and caressing some of your bandages. "We could watch a movie, or go out to eat. Or even..."
But she doesn't finish, her cheeks suddenly reddening. You give her a lopsided smile. "What?"
"I don't know, anything you want." Says the witch, turning her face away.
Mentally thanking Bruce for the painkillers that allow you to move, you sit up properly to lean toward her. "All right, I have a suggestion." You whisper, and it's the first kiss between you as you break the distance.
Wanda's lips are soft against yours, shy as she never is. Only with this kind of thing, of course. The goth girl who won't let anyone give her a bad look and has a punk attitude all the time, but can't keep her gaze if you wink at her from across the room. And always blushes when you text her that she looks pretty when she's concentrating on the Avengers meetings.
She's the one who separates, although just as breathlessly, she warns: "I'm still mad at you."
You bite back a smile, absorbing for a second the image of her swollen lips and flushed face. "Well, I suppose I should distract you from your anger then."
She snorts good-naturedly at the statement, but you kiss her before she can comment. The two of you keep smiling throughout.
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The fifth time, it's a new window.
Well, actually it's a whole new place because Wanda Maximoff has left Avengers Tower and moved to suburban New Jersey. And you were late.
The whole team had already helped with the move and left after an afternoon snack at Wanda's new house. For the first time in a long time, New York had no villain after Spidey, and you were stuck in university bureaucracy.
You apologized dozens of times by text message for not being able to help with the move, and in fact, the whole team laughed at the situation. It was just bad luck that you missed such a fun afternoon.
It was late evening when you arrived on the dark balcony. Through the windows, the lower floor was empty and perhaps you had strange habits because you didn't even consider just ringing the bell. One tug of the webs and you were at the second-floor window, tapping on the glass for Wanda to let you in.
"We have a door, you know." It was the first thing she said. And you smiled, slightly distracted by the figure fresh out of the shower, still with damp hair.
"We?"
She scrunched her nose, her hands working to remove your backpack and jacket. "It's just semantics." She retorts, but you keep smiling. You let the jacket fall into the backpack on the floor before sliding your hands around her waist.
"Oh, of course. For a second I thought you had found a roommate."
She rolls her eyes bemusedly. "You know the invitation still stands."
You smile, your anxious fingers drawing patterns across the exposed skin at her waist. "Well, Captain Rogers' influence is making me a bit old-fashioned but before I move I'd like to do a few things first."
"Hm, is that right? Like what?"
Shrugging as if your heart wasn't racing in your chest, you retort. "Like... marrying you, for example."
Wanda hesitates, surprised more than anything. She looks at you as if she's trying to decide if it was a joke, but you don't feel her magic in your mind.
"Do you really mean that?" She asks almost unsurely, and you sigh before letting go. You duck down to pick up your backpack again and reveal the real reason for the extra half hour of your journey from the university.
A little velvet box hidden in the front pocket.
"I was saving it for our anniversary, but I don't think there's such a thing as the right moment. Every day I'm ready to marry you, and I don't need a dinner party for that." You declare nervously and swallow dryly when you meet your girlfriend's watery eyes. "B-but I can totally ask you next week-"
She breaks into a tearful laugh, pulling you close again. "Shut up, you fool." She says practically against your lips before kissing you hard.
It's only later in the evening, after you've laughed and kissed and lost yourselves in hours of pleasure exploring each other's bodies, for the first time holding hands with golden rings on your fingers, that you, still breathless with Wanda almost asleep against your chest, ask:
"That means yes, right?"
She uses magic to throw a pillow in your face.
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Wedding Bells Underwater
Synopsis: after things have finally settled down in fontaine, wriothesley can finally fulfill the promise he made to avice and faissolle. watching their dream come true makes the duke think about his own future, one with you, he hopes.
Character: wriothesley.
Warnings: gn!reader; established relationship; spoilers for wriothesley's story quest.
A/N: i got so happy that they were included as a nice easter egg on wrio's birthday art 🥺
"...I'm sorry, you want me to do WHAT?"
"Help me organize Avice and Faissolle's wedding."
You stare dumbly at Wriothesley, the faint music coming from the gramophone the only sound in his office while you try to gather your thoughts. Has the workload finally taking its toll on him? Surely he knows that you have zero experience in organizing a wedding???
"It's nothing too complex like you're thinking. I just want you to act as a 'bridge' between the couple and me, since I have other matters regarding the Fortress and can't focus solely on them."
You make a 'ohhhh' expression, now understanding what is expected of you.
"Why didn't you say so from the very beggining?"
"Because I wanted to see what kind of face you'd make. And I must say, you never disappoint sweetheart."
Like the mature adult that you are, you decide to not say the snarky remark you thought and simply leave his office to look for the said couple.
(It's a lie, you stick out your tongue childishly and rushed out of the room before your lover considers cuffing you for disrespecting authority. Not that you would mind it that much).
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For someone who knew basically nothing about planning a wedding, you got into it pretty quickly... Maybe a bit too into it, if you were being honest.
The decorations, the location, the order of the events, the dress! Blame it on your perfectionist side, but really, after everything Avice and Faissolle went through in the Beret Society incident, they deserved a perfect wedding.
Even if it wasn't going to be a large scale event, due to all the limitations that comes with choosing the Fortress of Meropide as the venue and the couple's own wish for keeping it simple, there still was a lot of work to do. Knowing that, Wriothesley announced that those who help with the preparations would be awarded with double Credit Cupons. Suffice to say that you got all the workforce needed pretty quickly for the preparations to go smoothly.
After many meetings, headaches and shipment delays, you can now admire the results of yours, Wriothesley's and all the volunteers' hard work.
"Didn't know you had a secret talent for this. Ever considered changing careers?" The man beside you asks quietly while the bride and groom are giving their speech.
"Archons forbid! Do you have any idea how stressful that was? I have a newfound respect for professional wedding planners." You whisper back, remembering the way you basically passed out in bed the day before, all the stress and sleepless nights knocking you out.
Before he could say anything else, the spotlight shines above him and all the guests turn to look at your table.
"Your Grace, words are not enough to properly thank you for everything you've done for us. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be standing here and be able to call Avice my wife." Faissolle's words falter, him and his bride trying hard to control the tears. Wriothesley smiles at them, raising his glass in appreciation for their words.
"Of course, we can't forget the one responsable for turning our ideas into reality." The spotlight is now shining on you as well and you feel your face warming at the sudden attention. "Thank you so much for creating such an incredible wedding for us, we'll never forget this day."
Everyone raises their glasses in a toast for the newlyweds, cheers running through the crowd of guests when the couple finishes their speech.
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"...A penny for your thoughts, Your Grace? Or does it require Credit Cupons as well?"
You nudge your lover's arm to get his attention, seeing his faraway look.
"Oh yes, at least 500 Credit Cupons for such information." He chuckles when you roll your eyes. A beat of silence falls and you wait patiently for him to continue, if he wishes to do so. "I was just thinking that, in all the years I've been in the Fortress, I've never imagined I'd one day have it decorated for a wedding, of all things."
Wriothesley's eyes run along the tables of guests, the other former members of the Beret Society and others who became friends with Faissolle and Avice, all smiling happily and having a good time. A peculiar sight to see when you remember this merry ceremony is taking place inside a prison.
His attention returns to you at the feeling of your hand slipping into his, fingers entwining themselves with his easily like two puzzle pieces.
"That means all of your hard work is bearing fruit. The Fortress of Meropide can also be a place of good memories and new beginnings. The proof of that is right in front of you."
The Duke knows you must have meant the event, but, to him, his good memories and new beginning are you, always have and hopefully always will be.
Throughout the process of organizing the wedding, Wriothesley had wondered what kind of ceremony you would wish for. A big and impressive one? Or maybe a more low-key one, with just your close friends and family? What kind of attire would you like to wear? From Chioriya Boutique, of course, nothing but the best for his darling in their special day.
"Everyone! I'm going to throw the bouquet now!" The bride announces, causing a buzz among the excited guests.
"So? Should we go too?" Your boyfriend asks with a smirk and a playful glint in his eyes.
"Why not? Since we're here, we might as well have the full experience!"
There's already a crowd gathered in front of Avice when you and Wriothesley decide to join them. You both don't really mind though, choosing to stay at the back and observe the enthusiasm of others.
One could think it's funny how excited someone could be at the chance of getting the bride's bouquet, a chance of getting married in the future. Or maybe, it's not about marriage at all, but actually for the idea of having a better future after their sentence time is fulfilled.
Or maybe it's all just a projection of the Duke's own feelings about this.
...Who knew a celebration like this would make him think about things he's never considered before?
He shakes his head to clear his mind. You both weren't there to try and catch the bouquet for real, so there's no need to think too deeply about it.
Unbeknownst to him, fate had other plans.
It all happens too fast. At one moment, you watch Avice throw the flowers high into the air; at the next, you feel someone bump into you from behind, causing you to stumble forward. Thanks to Wriothesley's quick reflexes, he manages to prevent your fall by wrapping a strong arm around your waist. And then, you find yourself staring at the bouquet that had landed right into your arms.
What in the world?!
"Ohhhh they caught it!"
"Man, I wanted that bouquet..."
"Does that mean we're going to hear news about the Duke's wedding soon?!"
"It's about time for His Grace to tie the knot!"
The comments, cheers and the sheer craziness of this unexpected twist makes you laugh, both in embarrasment and disbelief.
In amidst of all the excitement around you both, Wriothesley can't help but think that that must have been Celestia's sign for him to stop wasting time and go after the bright future that awaits him.
Now, what would be the best ring to buy for his future spouse?
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Summer Isles - Modern!Aemond x Reader | Chapter 1
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Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Summary: After two years in the Summer Isles, Aemond returns from his international stay during his doctorate ready to be with the girl he left Westeros for.
Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Emotional Hurt/ Comfort/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.
Warnings: Not at this moment, maybe later :P This is the best I can write these days, sorry :(
General Tag-List (If you wanna be tagged in thi series or all of my work, let me know): @thedamewithabook @bluevxnus @hiddencurator
Author´s note: Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!
Word Count: 3.5K
The sunlight had disappeared two hours ago. From the large window of the office, you could see how the yellow lights of the streetlights illuminated the deserted streets of that old industrial estate. Normally, at that time, there would be a multitude of operators and porters working in the warehouses that surrounded the modern, newly built building in which you worked. But, that autumn afternoon there was not a single soul. From the second floor of that building that broke the skyline of the place, you could see a paper bag rolling alone along the sidewalk.
You sighed, trying to gather strength for the next email you had to answer. You always sat next to the window, as if that could cheer you up during the at least eight hours you spent at work. The head of the service, in a show of trust and invented friendship with you, always placed you in the last shift of that customer service of the large multinational for which you worked. Although it may sound strange, it was the simplest and most complicated shift at the same time. Few clients with very big problems. Brilliant.
A new email popped up on the screen and you sighed right after replying to the last one. You grabbed the back of your head and closed your eyes, tired. Well, it could be worse, you thought, you might have to take a call. That thought crossed your mind when you saw your colleague Cristof closing his eyes tiredly while he explained for the last half hour to a client that the delay of her wedding dress was a problem of the transport company, that a claim had been opened and that we would try to give her a solution first thing tomorrow morning, not then, in the last shift.
“This is an idiot,” Cristof turned on mute just to talk to you and make you smile. You frowned and shook your head at him as he laughed again. "Yeah. Of course, I'm still here and I understand your situation perfectly, right now there is a team of five people working to get your dress to you first thing tomorrow morning, Mrs. Thyrosh” he completely changed the tone he had used with you, showing the best side of the service. That's what your job was about, showing your best possible face, or rather, your best possible voice.
“Is Aegon finally coming to look for you today?” Irmis, sitting right next to you, was also typing quickly to answer a customer who had decided at the last minute to change his expensive order for shoes from a famous brand. When they had offered you that job at a prestigious clothing brand, you never thought it would be like this. Five years in design school practically thrown away.
You shook your head as you looked ahead, ready to respond to that email. “No, he can't. You can see the fireworks from his house and he has organized a party with his friends to watch them from there” you responded completely naturally, although it had really hurt you that he didn't come for you on the same day that the local festivals were inaugurated. That was the same reason why not a single soul could be seen in that place. All private businesses closed earlier so that people could attend with their friends and family at the beginning of something that marked the beginning of autumn in a city as small as the one you lived in, but you work for a multinational. That small group of five people must have closed the shift. You were all unmarried or single. People who, according to the head of service, nothing happened if they did not attend the event. After all, what did it matter if you were missing? You sighed as you read what the last client who had written to you wanted. “I'll take the bus and I'll be there in an hour,” you explained to Irmis while she kept her eyes on the screen.
“If you want, I can take you” Roy stuck his head out of the cubicle that was right in front of you. With his headphones on and the smile he always had when he saw you, he continually offered to take you home or to Aegon's house.
"No. Don't worry, I'll go on the bus” you smiled at him with your best smile and as always Roy returned to his seat calling himself stupid. The truth was that you didn't like him taking you home. You knew he had a slight crush on you. Whenever you argued with Aegon, he was always there to listen to you and bring up all the many bad things Aegon had as a partner. You didn't want to raise his hopes. Aegon wasn't perfect, but he was the one you had chosen to be with, right?
“Well, it's cold today to be waiting for the bus.” Marga turned around in her chair right behind you. She was much older, a woman who had dedicated her entire life to customer service. She never said anything, but you knew she didn't like Aegon for you.
No one seemed to like Aegon as your partner. The five of you always closed the service, so you had ended up being a family, in which everyone knew everything about the other. You were grateful to have companions like that, but you didn't like that they interfered so much in your life.
Your cell phone vibrated. At that time, none of the bosses were still in the office, so you looked at him without any qualms. You couldn't help but smile while the others commented on whether or not it was advisable to wait in the autumn cold for the bus.
You saw Aegon at the party, being silly as always. He had sent you a photo in which he said that they were waiting for you. You continued typing and answering emails until the departure time was given. You grabbed your shoulder bag ready to leave that place for a whole weekend. You always loved Fridays. They meant not having to put up with one more customer.
“Let's go have something to drink tomorrow?” Cristof asked as you passed the security cards to exit the building. All dressed in your jackets to avoid the cold, you waited for him to close the door. It was your obligation to close the building as you were the last to leave it.
"Impossible. I have to take socks to the vet,” Marga answered.
“It's not going to take you all day.” Cristof narrowed his eyes in amusement while Roy laughed right behind him.
“Y/N?” He asked you, almost hoping that you would say yes. You were a motley group that would never have gotten together if it hadn't been for that job.
“I can’t,” you laughed, not wanting to explain much more. Really, you couldn't and you didn't want to. You were especially excited about what was going to happen the next day. Seeing the look on Roy's face, you repeated again, “Not really. “Aegon’s brother is returning from a stay in the Summer Islands and we are all meeting up for lunch” you responded happily.
Aemond had always been your best friend. You hadn't seen him for two years, almost a little after you started dating Aegon. He had gotten a scholarship to do an international stay during his doctorate and he had accepted it without a second thought, without looking back. You couldn't help but miss him, but you were happy for him. That's what was going through your head, it wasn't as if... you had always been friends, since high school. He had never hinted at anything and neither have you.
“Is that the one who is missing one eye, has long hair and is always smoking?” Marga asked, shrugging her shoulders.
“Marga, don't be rude,” Irmi reprimanded him when she saw the same sad and confused face that you had made, as if it had been a low blow to define him as the guy who was missing an eye.
“If there is one like him there,” the woman said while pointing with her head, right behind you. You turned around while your heart was going a mile an hour, while you didn't think that her words could be true, but you felt like your world stopped, right at the sight of him.
He was there.
Aemond Targaryen.
After two fucking years, he was just there. Leaning against his car, the same one you had seen during those two years parked at the family residence. He was just blowing out the smoke from the last puff he had just taken. Always dressed in black, from head to toe. His black leather jacket, his turtleneck sweater of the same color. Aemond had never been one to change his style, but you could see how in those two years he had stopped wearing his tall military boots and was now wearing black shoes that cost the same as your entire month's salary. A very expensive and new rolex on his wrist… otherwise it was him. It was just him.
Your companions stayed behind you as you ran to hug him. You couldn't see it, but the corners of Aemond's lips curled into a smile. The smile that his always stoic face had wanted to give you but had never dared. “See you on Monday,” you heard one of your workmates say while the others said goodbye to each other, but you didn't care. He was there. He was there.
“But, what are you doing here?” You smiled at him sincerely, because in those two years not a single day had passed in which you hadn't missed him. He was your best friend. It always had been. “You were arriving tomorrow. You were arriving tomorrow” that stupid smile did not leave your lips. Your hands patted his chest affectionately and he smiled. His single purple eye fixed on yours.
“The flight was early,” he lied. Aemond had never heard of a flight coming forward. Just that they were late, but he had taken the first one that was available. A feeling of indescribable warmth filled his heart, as nothing had filled it for two years. You punched him in the chest again as you hugged him again. Aemond could feel you close your eyes snuggled into his chest and he wrapped his arms around you. His aroma of coffee and cigarettes mixed with that perfume he always wore filled your nostrils, bringing back memories of a time that had undoubtedly been better than the one you were living in then.
“Yes, but what are you doing here?” You laughed again.
“Waiting for you to come out,” he shrugged with a smile you had rarely seen on his face. A truly genuine smile. “I arrived at Aegon's house and you weren't there. Helaena told me you were still at work” he sighed “So, do you work here?” He asked with a shrug, looking at the spot where you had ended up. He would never be the one to say it out loud, but you didn't deserve more. You had studied for much, much more. However, it was the job you had decided to have. Aegon had gotten you the job. All his influences had reached that place and you had accepted it gratefully because you needed the money, not for anything else.
“Have you come to look for me?” you asked in disbelief, ignoring his question. In two and a half years of their relationship, Aegon had not gone a single day. In truth, you had always fantasized about him coming for you. Up in his car, sunglasses on and ready to take you anywhere you want. However, it had never happened and you had told yourself that it was simply because he was tired from work, or that it didn't matter... or that you didn't deserve it... But, Aemond had gone. He was there, like you had always dreamed that your boyfriend would do.
“You wouldn't make it in time to see the fireworks if I wasn't here,” he said, trying to make light of the matter. He opened the passenger seat door in an almost theatrical manner and you got in. Just as he closed the door he told himself that this was going to be the big night. He needed to do it. He had been needing it for two and a half years. Since the same day he had taken that flight to a foreign university that had little or nothing to do with his field of study.
“It's not something that fascinates me either,” you sighed, exhausted and tired after such a long day. You fastened the seat belt and Aemond opened the driver's door, just after he had nervously stubbed his cigarette against the sidewalk. Frankly, fireworks didn't fascinate you. They had never done it. As a child you had been terrified by the roar that stirred in your chest every time one exploded. As an adult you had been bored by the always repeated pattern of the same in that small town near the landing that had so little to offer.
“I brought you something,” Aemond smiled. You weren't used to seeing him smile so much. Those two years away from home, away from everything he knew, must have been good for him. He took out two small packages that he placed on your lap. “Open it, please,” he finished as he watched your eyes light up. In the middle of that industrial estate, was that the best place he had found to give you his gifts? He martyred himself. Nothing was going as he had planned, but he had also imagined you in a completely different scenario.
“You shouldn't have bothered,” you replied. You chose the smallest of the packages first and opened it delicately. Aemond heard you laugh as he started the car engine. His face showed a grimace of relief. At least He was still thanking you for those nonsense. “How did you remember?” you laughed as you held up the fridge magnet he had brought you.
“I remembered the refrigerator at your parents' house,” he lied. He just remembered how you were always amazed at the refrigerator in his family's house. Full of the magnets of the places they had traveled to. Aemond knew you never spoke it but you had always been envious of those who could really travel. As far as your best friend knew, you had never left the small town where you lived, except on the occasional occasion to see or visit King's Landing. “I guess you can put it in your new refrigerator” he tried to smile, but it didn't come naturally. He didn't dare look at you. He had seen Aegon's new apartment before he came to find you. He had imagined which side of the huge bed in the bedroom you would lie on, how you would cook dinner with his brother while you smiled at him and he did something stupid... he had imagined how you would make love anywhere in it... without any ties... and then he had died of jealousy.
“What refrigerator?” You asked, completely confused, and he simply looked away from the road for a moment, as if hope was returning to his gaze again.
“The one in the kitchen of your new house?” Aemond wanted to affirm, but it all came out simply as a question.
“Oh, that.” You said pursing your lips in an embarrassed manner. “Aegon is going to become independent, but he hasn't told me anything about living together so…” you looked ahead. You didn't want anyone to see the pain that situation caused you. Your boyfriend had bought the apartment of his dreams, but you had not entered into the equation for a single moment. You had thought that the topic of living together would come up during the renovation, then you had imagined it would happen while you were helping him choose the furniture and then you had expected it during the first night that you had dined there alone, the two of you. He hadn't shown up and you had simply closed the topic with a sheepish smile every time someone asked you about it. Because you, like the others, knew that the normal thing would have been for you to go live with him. You could have told her, but saying things was never in the plans of a girl who was too shy and complacent.
Aemond ignored the comment. He thought it was best not to pick at the wound, but he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. So you and Aegon were not as well off as he had assumed. At that moment, a small part of himself hated himself strongly. What kind of friend was happy because things weren't right between you and his brother? Well, he was the kind of friend who had had a crush on you since high school, the kind of friend who had taken the scholarship that took him as far away as possible from the girl he liked and who had decided to date his lazy older brother, the kind of friend who hadn't texted you in two years under the guise of being busy but had sought you out in every woman he'd ever been with. He was that kind of friend.
“I'll put it on the blackboard at the job” you smiled, trying to recover from that blow. “I have a whiteboard full of notes in the cubby and I always have problems with magnets,” you smiled. Always grateful. How could someone like Aegon take down a girl like that? You opened the shoulder bag and put the magnet inside, but not before wrapping it so it wouldn't break.
“There is another one,” Aemond told you without giving it importance. However, he was dying of shame. That gift did make him feel indescribable. He didn't know what he had been thinking while choosing such a gift. It had been a simple impulse at a summer night market. While he was drunk, more than he had ever been in his entire life. He was lying. In those moments he was lying. Of course he knew why he had taken it. It was for you. At that time he had only thought about spending a couple of months clarifying his ideas on the island. He had only dragged it out because he didn't dare come back and see you and Aegon. It was beyond his strength.
He heard a small gasp just as he finished listening to you open the other small package. He smiled while not taking his eyes off the road. “Aemond, it's beautiful,” you replied in a sigh. A blue beaded necklace rested on your lap. All blue. Sapphire blues, just the way he liked them, but there was something about the patterns on the necklace that made your heart sing. That was what you always liked about traveling, bringing things from the place. Not just a souvenir, this was much more, much more than Aemond would ever confess to you. It was everything that the woman who had sold it to him had explained to him.
“I'm glad you like it” he finally stopped the car. He had found parking in front of Aegon's house. He had already reached his final goal. Now he would start pretending that he was happy for you, for his brother, for your relationship...
“How does it look on me?” You woke him up from his thoughts, you had just put on the necklace with a smile and your eyes looked at him lit up while you smiled, a wide, perfect smile.
Aemond could not speak. He was only able to swallow saliva. His single eye scrutinized you silently. You were beautiful. You had worn his necklace. His necklace. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, almost as if he were going to destroy it. His knuckles white. His fists tense. He looked at your lips. He was going to kiss them. He had had that one thought every night for two years. He was thinking of bowing. Close his eye and savor you...
Someone banged on the window of his car, breaking him out of his own fantasy. His sister Helaena and his boyfriend, Cregan Stark, were both out. “Heyyy” Helaena greeted, completely happy and excited to see her brother. Aemond watched you unbuckle your seatbelt excitedly and you got out of the car. He did it too, although in a much worse way. He closed the door rudely and Cregan looked at him, raising an eyebrow questioningly while you greeted Helaena. Aemond knew what his sister's boyfriend thought. There the boy with anger problems from high school came to light. Aemond already controlled any attack like that, but the memory of everyone who had experienced it was still very present among them.
“Aem,” his sister greeted him again, as if she had not seen him in those two years when she had been the only one along with her mother who had visited him on the summer islands. Furthermore, he had already seen him when he got off the plane and he was the one who had taken him to the family home after the trip. A small part of Aemond hated his sister's meddling.
“It looks like she hasn’t seen you in decades,” Cregan laughed and Aemond released his sister from his neck. Cregan shook his girlfriend's hand and you remained in the discreet background. At that moment, Aemond also wanted to hold your hand, intertwine his fingers with yours as you headed to watch the fireworks. But, you weren't his girl, you were Aegon's girl.
The four of you walked to the portal of that luxury building in the middle of the city. Helaena kept asking Aemond about his trip, but he couldn't help but glance at how now all your attention had returned to your mobile phone. You half-heartedly checked your social networks. You didn't seem very excited about the prospect of seeing the fireworks. In reality, you were too tired during the day and having to share the end of it with Aegon's friends you couldn't stand didn't help the outlook.
“My God, that's me” you laughed half-heartedly when you saw yourself in the elevator mirror as you went up to the 20th floor of that luxury building. The last one, from where you could see the entire city and where Aegon now had his new dream apartment, in which you were not going to live.
“It's normal that you are tired. I don't know how you put up with that job” Helaena commented while Cregan nodded his head. “I don't know what Aegon thinks letting you stay in a place like this,” your boyfriend's sister shrugged her shoulders. “He has enough money to support you both and a good job…” he began without any malice, but then Cregan whispered in his ear.
“Hel, we've already talked about this a thousand times,” her boyfriend commented, a whisper that you barely heard, but that set off all of Aemond's alarms. He also wouldn't have let you be in a job that was obviously destroying you, not with all the money they enjoyed. He would take care of you. That's what was said...
“I just prefer to be financially independent,” you smiled again, in a polite manner. You didn't want Aegon to pay for any of your whims. Absolutely none, but it was true that the Targaryens had always seen it differently. Helaena had stopped working the same day she had gone to live with Cregan and their mother, Alicent, you doubted that she had ever worked in something other than taking care of her children. They were traditional. Everyone had very marked gender roles and… that's why everyone had expected that you and Aegon would have lived together, but that wasn't the case. Sometimes you thought about whether you and Aegon had some kind of...future.
“You're beautiful,” Aemond whispered in your ear and you smiled at him again. Helaena looked at you out of the corner of her eye. It was obvious that you were dating the wrong Targaryen. But, Aemond had never been brave enough to confess in all those years during high school, not even during university... the elevator finally stopped, but Aemond continued with his only eye fixed on you. You laughed as the door opened and you walked away from him, but that grimace with his lips half open and a mischievous smile showed Helaena that Aemond had not returned with the intention of just being your friend.
You were the one who pressed the bell, waiting for Aegon to open the door, and Helaena watched as Aemond stood right behind you, placing his hand on your lower back, in a protective movement. You didn't say anything. You were always too polite, but you weren't single. When you and Aemond had been in high school you hadn't minded gestures like that, in college neither, you had even appreciated them, but... now you were with Aegon.
Aegon opened the door, as always with a drink in his hand, inside you could already see a large crowd of people that Aegon called friends and the noise of the music was already strident. “My dragon girl” he smiled seductively at you, ignoring the others. Aemond entered the house rolling his one eye in annoyance and Helaena and Cregan followed him while you continued with a silly smile looking at him. The truth was that whenever he looked at you like that and used that tone of voice you fell apart just for him. Attraction. That was the only thing that had kept that relationship afloat. It was what you feared. “Are you staying over tonight? “To ride your dragon?” Aegon whispered to you. His breath already smelled of alcohol and Aemond pursed his lips as he left his coat on the coat rack in the hall. Was that his brother's best way to seduce you?
"Do not be silly. Of course I'm going to stay the night” you smiled at him, hitting him lightly on the chest, with an embarrassed smile. Aegon smelled of sweat and alcohol, but that didn't seem to matter to you. You had gotten used to it and took the lazy mood of the eldest Targaryen as normal.
“How pretty.” Aegon ran his fingers over the necklace Aemond had brought you. Just getting on his younger brother's nerves. His fingers handling each of the beads, without any shame. “Have you been to the stands at the fair?” He smiled at you. He was so drunk that Aemond doubted he could stand much longer, but of course he could when it came to partying, Aegon could always stand.
“Aemond brought it to me from the Summer Islands” you smiled and saw how Aegon smiled a superb smile. Of course he brought it to you. He turned to look at his brother, who at that moment took his one eye away from the two of you.
“Thank you, little brother. It's very nice what you brought for my girlfriend” he laughed cheekily, marking his territory. It seemed that the only one who didn't realize that Aemond was crazy about you was you.
“Hmm” was all you heard Aemond say as he turned and disappeared into the party. Aegon left too and you closed the door to Aegon's new house. They had both left you alone. Alone but surrounded by people. Helaena looked into the distance. Aegon was stupid to leave you alone, but Aemond was even more stupid. His pride got the best of him and he just missed a brilliant opportunity to be alone with you.
That night, Aemond Targaryen planned to confess, because the only thing that was clear to him in his life was that he could no longer hide what he felt for you.
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Hello love your work and just wondering if u can do a
Dr.Flug x y/n where they aren't yet dating just friends (who like each other). And they do mission or something (u can choose), and y/n does something wrong, and then they both get into an argument and out of nowhere Flug just blurts out they love y/n and y/n say they like him to.
U can choose what happens next
Hello, buddy!! I'm SO sorry for the delay, but I took a little breath to gain my creativity back! :D
This time, I tried a more practical way of writing, so here it is:
First of all, we have to remember we're talking about ""THE GREAT"" Dr Flug. Him, as a villain, considers love to be nonsense (a bit hypocritical of him, since we see how he treats 5.0.5). But in a romantic type of love, he'd be a bit.. difficult to deal with??? Let me explain:
As we are used to Demencia being 'the annoying one', we forget about how HARD Flug is to deal with. And he'd be even more so, if his s/o is some kind of assistant (especially, HIS assistant).
He's definitely the kind of guy who separate files alphabetically, separating each one by similar colors and if you put ONE in the wrong place.. HAHAHA, prepare for the scolding of your life. But now, let's get a little away from realism and get to what really matters. If he considers his s/o a friend or a close friend, things would certainly be a bit easier. Using our cute bear as an example again, Flug isn't the heartless villain he tries to make himself out to be! He can be quite affectionate, and less cruel when he wants to.
-Now, onto the mission scenario..
One client, one order, and the hero's location. As always, Dr Flug had created a plan to carry out Black Hat's orders. And to his surprise, Demencia was actually trying to collaborate...?? What's gotten into her? She was clearly holding herself back from running after the hero. Maybe boss had put her in her place? Either way, the doctor couldn't complain. Everything seemed to be doing right. It was like a dream!
Everything was going as planned. The hero (dumb, like most of his kind), had fallen into the trap like a duckling! While the guy looked around confusedly, all they needed was the shrink ray, which in just one shot, would end that entire mission! FINALLY! When his assistant was about to shoot, their attention was quickly taken by a butterfly, which made their hand slip and shoot at the post, next to the hero. The two-good-shoes' eyes quickly stopped at the villains.
— BUT WHAT- WHAT WAS THAT, Y/N??"
Before he could do something, Demencia's loud giggles, running towards the good guy were audible. WHY was it always like this?! A loud groan left the doctor's lips.
— DEMENCIA! Get out of there right no- NO- DON'T JUMP ON HIM!!
Flug's angry gaze quickly turned to his friend. The noise of punches caused by the lizard girl interrupted both of their hearing.
— What was that, [name]?!
— I'm- I'm sorry! I just got a little distracted!
— HOW could you be distracted by a BUTTERFLY?! The hero was right in front of you!
— I'm SORRY, alright?! I already apologized!
Their discussion was drowned out by the sounds of fighting between the hero and villain. 5.0.5 looked between both discussions, not knowing what to do. After a few seconds, Flug's voice came out again:
— WHAT KIND OF VILLAIN GETS SO EASILY DISTRACTED?! HAVEN'T YOU SEEN THE ORGANIZATION'S VIDEOS?! — Outraged, Flug asked.
— Of.. COURSE I SAW IT! I WATCHED ALL OF THEM, MR. KNOW-IT-ALL! YOU ALWAYS BLAME ME FOR EVERYTHING WRONG THAT HAPPENS, WHY CAN'T YOU ADMIT THAT YOU HATE ME??
— AND SINCE WHEN I HATE YOU!? I LOVE YOU, DIMWIT!
A moment of silence fell between both, when the noise of kicks increased. Flug's eyes instantly widened. After a few seconds, the assistant's eyes lit up:
— You love me..? For real? — A small pause was heard. — Woah.. I never thought that you-..
Before all the chaos could continue, a black snow settled around them.
The hero, who had finally immobilized the lizard woman, contorted into an inhuman shape until he curled up, motionless to the ground. And in the middle of the shadows, Lord Black hat appeared.
A furious look on his face as he glared at his employees.
"....."
-Hah. For your all sake, I don't think I need to explain in detail what happened next.
After their sudden confession, things got a little.. awkward between both scientists, as Dr Flug couldn't make eye contact with his lab partner. But hey! It was just in the first few days after the mission disaster. After some time, the doctor would begin to show more affection for his partner (in a secret way, of course). We can say that Flug doesn't have much experience when it comes to romance, but he would certainly try to put some of his pride aside to be able to have a peaceful moment with his s/o. Specifically when both of their feelings finally come to the surface.
Thank you so much for reading! :D
And again, I'm REALLY sorry for the delay. I will definitely be making more requests later, but for now, I hope you enjoyed my writing! - Sam.
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Bring me a dream
Part 4: Peanut Butter Brownie
Status: Ongoing
Masterlist
Pairing: The Corinthian x F!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, smut, horror elements, manipulation, oral f! recieving, PinV, dirty talk, corruption kink (Corinthian) , shy inexpereinced reader
A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry this took so long to come out, I've had a really busy few weeks and have also come down with a bug that's going round so I've been a bit delayed. Thank you all for sticking with me though and for seinding me lovely mesages about the series, your encouragment is keeping the series going ✨
Also just a PSA there was an interlude chapter called "Cupcake" just before this one that you can find in the masterlist up top, just in case you haven't read it yet!
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“So, what do you think? Chocolate brownies or Vanilla cupcakes?”
“Do I have to choose?” Corinthian asks, taking a leisurely step toward forward.
He has a hand in his jacket pocket and his other arm looped around yours as you stroll through the farmers market like an old couple. There’s a slight breeze tickling at your faces and tinging his nose rosy, but the sun is still shining high in the sky and it’s an otherwise perfect day for buying fresh produce.
The wooden stalls are brimming with ripe vegetables and jams and chocolate and smiling faces that are all too eager to have prospective buyers. There’s bright banners everywhere and the smell of organic coffee and fresh fruit is washing over you like a cosy blanket. It was one of your favourite parts of the human world, but that day you were particularly excited to have company with you.
“I think we should have brownies,” you declared. “There’s this amazing homemade peanut butter stall just down that way and I think that it would go amazing with this recipe that I have!”
“Well, I’m up for anything as long as you’ve made it, sugar,” He hums, staring down at you with a warm smile.
“Am I like some kind of drug dealer to you now that you get these visions?” you teased.
He put his hand to his chest feigning shock, then proceeded to grin widely.
“Everything you make is just so good,” he moaned, slowing his pace. “Those lemon squares you made last week made me feel like I was walking in a meadow. I swear I could actually smell the flowers like they were right under my nose.”
Watching him brought a smile out onto your face as you saw him get so taken in by the memory. His brow was scrunched in concentration and you couldn’t help but think it was cute. You bit your lip at the thought and shook your head, it was almost laughable how much things had changed between you both. You were baking for the man you used to think you’d rather poison than willingly go out with.
Over the last few months that you’d spent getting to know each other you’d changed your opinion on him drastically. You no longer saw him as a threat, not unless you thought too hard on little habits of his that he occasionally let slip, but those were few and far between. Most of the time it just meant that he’d compliment your eyes, but with enough glaring he was slowly learning not to focus his attentions on them.
“I’m glad that you saw the meadow! Lemons always make me think of warm spring days walking in parks,” you mused. “But I guess you saw that didn’t you?”
“Mmm, and they taste so good when you bake with them too,” he grinned. “And that’s why there’s an ulterior motive to this trip today.”
You frowned, tilting your head toward him. An ulterior motive? You’d assumed any ulterior motives had passed by now. You hadn’t worried he was going to turn around and try something on you in a while.
“And what’s this motive then?” you asked, feeling yourself tense at the thought of him hiding something.
“I want to cook for you tonight,” he said. “At my place.”
“You want to cook for me?” you repeated, your body untensing as you said it.
“Yes. If you’ll let me?”
You looked over his earnest face and pursed your lips, considering the offer for a moment. Despite having met up numerous times, you’d both avoided breaching the others home. Of course, you’d pretty much banned him from being around Casey from the start and you’d been apprehensive to go somewhere alone with you lest he try and do something to you.
Though that was all in the past now, you thought to yourself. The Corinthian that you knew wouldn’t be capable of doing anything sinister to you. The Corinthian you knew was the man nervously tilting his head at you and looking down with a worried grimace. He wasn't the unstoppable blood thirsty killer you’d originally thought him to be. So, you wondered, what would the harm be in indulging him? Especially if it was at his place.
“That sounds nice!” you grinned, feeling your heart flutter. “What are we having?”
“Well, I don’t have many recipes in my repertoire, but I figure after all my years here I can make you the best beef ragu you’ll ever have.”
“Beef ragu? Really?” you asked dubiously.
That wasn't what you’d expected to say the least. Though you weren’t sure what you were expecting. What was the regular cuisine for a nightmare that had been on earth for over a century?
“Sure, everything from scratch. A proper dinner.”
You found yourself grinning widely as you pictured the prospect of a cooking Corinthian. It still shocked you to even think about him eating regular food, nevermind cooking it. The idea of him in an apron donning oven gloves was enough to make you snort. He certainly wasn’t the getting his hands dirty type, that much you’d gathered from all your time with him.
“Well I’m excited to try this ‘proper dinner’,” you said, resuming your walk along the stalls once more. “And see your place as well.”
“Why’re you excited to see my place?” he chuckled. “What are you expecting?”
“Honestly? If you’d asked before I’d have said it’d be covered in cobwebs and people chained to the walls,” you snorted, playfully giving him a nudge.
“People chained to the walls?” he grinned, tilting his head. “How kinky do you think I am, sugar?”
The question immediately brought your skin to the boil and had you looking away in embarrassment. Your original thought hadn’t been anything so dirty. You’d figured he’d have people tied up for the slaughter, but now all you could think about was the Corinthian presiding over some kind of sex dungeon and that prospect was almost scarier to you. To someone so inexperienced. Oh gods.
“What are you thinking? Did you get yourself all flustered, sweet thing?” he teased.
“No! I’m not- I- I was just thinking we should get some-some ingredients now, what do you think?” You squeaked, losing all grasp of any language.
“Mhmm, I’m sure that’s what you were thinking,” he said, nodding his head along.
“Yes! It was!”
“Because, you’re such a little innocent thing, aren’t you?” he hummed, running his hand along your jaw. “Your head wouldn’t be filled with anything naughty right now, would it?”
You bit down on your lip hard, surprised that you weren’t drawing blood. Not so shockingly, the Corinthian speaking to you in that deep timbre of his wasn’t helping the lewd images that were flooding through your head. You could practically imagine him in some kind of mansion house already, hand outstretched and inviting you into the king sized bed that you were sure he’d have, ravishing you like there was no tomorrow.
No! You had to snap out of your thoughts. It was wrong to think of him like that when he was standing right in front you. Rude, even, you’d thought to yourself.
So you shook yourself out of it and swallowed thickly, forcing yourself to think of everything that you needed to get for your recipe instead. Though, you couldn’t help the shiver that was still racing through your body, and as much as you tried to tell yourself it was the breeze, you knew for a fact that the real cause was the man standing in front of you. The one watching you with that calculating gaze of his.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, forcing yourself to grit out anything other than ‘take me back to your place right now.
You felt like you weren’t ready for whatever it was that he’d give you. Despite being a better man than you’d given him credit for, you were still scared of giving him too much trust. He'd have to put all the leftover depravity somewhere, and the thought of him ravishing you was almost too much. Even his ever increasingly desperate kisses were a lot to handle sometimes.
Although, it wasn’t like you weren’t getting used to them…even desiring them more every time.
“Uh huh. Well, we’ll certainly see what you’re really thinking later, won’t we?”
“And why’s that?” you challenged.
“You’re going to be baking later with that flustered little mind…” he said slowly, letting you figure out exactly what that meant.
That was enough to make your body stiffen like peanut brittle. You had to clean your head of all these thoughts that you were having quickly, or he’d no doubt picture exactly what you were picturing. And then what would you do? What would he think? Would he think it was cute, or would he laugh at how inexperienced you were?
“Ok! Well, I think since we’re both going to be cooking different things we should definitely split up and go get those ingredients separately,” you sputtered, taking a deliberate step back from him.
Even just being near him felt like you were a planet in his orbit, coming dangerously close to crashing, to giving in to all those scary desires that were plaguing your mind. Oh, why had you waited to come to earth for so long? Why did dream have to leave you to figure all this out on your own? Gods damn it, why were you so inexperienced!
“Ok then,” Corinthian snickered. “We can meet back here when we’re both done and I’ll drive us back to my kinky torture palace.”
As usual, you were sure he was winking under those glasses of his. You sighed a deep breath and watched as he walked away, coat swishing behind him, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. It left you to stew in your thoughts and stand there looking like an idiot, but at least you were given the opportunity to recover. To think clearly.
Now that your head wasn’t filled with thoughts like thick honey, you decided that the best course of action was to focus on your brownies and all the other kinds of things that baking made you think of.
Certainly not running your hands through The Corinthian’s soft blonde hair, no, you liked to think of lying on a big squishy couch surrounded by fluffy pillows. You wouldn’t usually consider feeling The Corinthian’s lips on your neck and finally knowing what it's like to have more than just his gentle breaths caressing you there. Nope. You would think of the fireplace gently burning away while you basked in the gentle warmth and would fall into a fitful rest with a head full of fuzz.
You definitely had a head full of fuzz at least.
You tutted to yourself and eventually, after lazily walking your way down the line of stalls you found the one you were looking for. Though, it wasn’t the usual endearingly homely man that was there to serve you, no this vendor was different. There was something familiar about him, but you couldn’t say why, you weren’t sure that he’d ever served you before.
“Hi there, Miss! Can I tempt you into buying anything today?” he called out.
You snapped out of your thoughts and smiled at him, before gazing along the rows of peanut butter jars that were neatly stacked along the counter. This was the best peanut butter you’d encountered on all your days on earth, it was the perfect consistency and always went well in everything that you made. You couldn’t deny that you were excited to sneak a few spoonfuls of it as you baked.
“Yes! Can I please have a jar of the smooth peanut butter?”
“Of course! Are you making something with it?” The man asked.
You smiled and nodded, distracted as you watched him look carefully around the jars. It was as if he wasn’t sure what to give you. He must be new then, you thought. He was a tall man, much bigger than you, with scraggly dark hair and sharp features, with a scar across his nose. His beady eyes were obscured from your view as a long strand of hair dripped down his face.
Eventually he picked up one of the blue topped jars and put it into a brown paper bag, flicking his bright copper eyes up to you when you dug out some money from your purse. Those eyes weren’t natural, you thought to yourself.
“Oh don’t worry about that, it’s on the house,” he grinned.
You tilted your head, taking in his sharp toothy smile and frowning. Free? Surely he couldn’t just decide to do things like that if he just got the job? As you’d learned on your short time on earth as well, it was rare that anything actually came free. Everything had its price.
“Oh, I couldn’t just take it! I’d feel so bad,” you said finally, trying to hand him your worn ten in your hand.
“I insist,” the man replied, placing the bag down on the counter. “I can’t accept money from someone like you!”
“Someone like me?” You frowned.
The man paused for a second, raking his eyes over you for a brief moment before waving his hand in the air noncommittally.
“A loyal customer,” he shrugged.
“Oh…Did George tell you about me?”
“Yes, of course! Said you usually stop by here.”
You bit your lip and reached out for the bag, letting your hand linger on the rough handle for a second before shrugging to yourself. It made sense to you that the new start would be told about a regular, you supposed. Plus, you figured if you took the bag quickly, you could get away faster. You could escape his eyes that had the same effect as old paintings that seemed to follow your every move.
“Oh, well thank you so much! That’s so kind of you,” you breathed out. “Make sure to give George my thanks as well!”
“Of course, miss.
As soon as you were away from his intense gaze you breathed out a sigh of relief and looked around you at the distracted people walking past. The sun was still bright as ever and everyone was carefree. Sure, that guy was a little odd, but then there were a lot of ‘characters’ that appeared around the market. And so, with that in mind, you decided to put it out of your head.
There were much more pressing matters to think about anyway. Like buying the rest of your brownie ingredients and what you were going to do when you got to Cornithians house…
-🍰-
So Corinthian’s place was not at all like what you’d imagined. It wasn’t an old creepy mansion out on the outskirts of town, neither was it a luxury hotel penthouse or a warehouse that he’d been squatting in. No, the Corinthian lived in a lush modern apartment by the park that was decorated in a very minimalist styling.
You’d driven on the Corinthians open top “wind machine” - as you’d called his car - and been taken up to a brightly lit elevator that looked straight out of a fancy chick flick, with its all gold buttons and illuminated ceiling.
Soon enough you were led through a white door and into a simple dark wooden floored hallway past a big mirror and into a spacious lounge. It was host to a large slate grey couch bathed in light from the huge windows facing toward the sun and decorated in a few textured cushions that looked soft to the touch. There was a fluffy white rug in the centre, laying over the dark wood panelling with a glossy black table on top. And just beyond that there was a modern kitchen, all marble and glossy wood, matching the rest of the show home standard that you’d seen already.
It was the kind of place you saw in magazines, stylish and chic. If not a little cold. You looked around with wide eyes, taking in the expensive furniture and looking for any sign of imperfection only to realise that there wasn’t any. The place was spotless, as if the Corinthian had barely been there for a few days. Almost like an unused set that he was trying to impress you with.
“I’m assuming this wasn’t what you pictured then?” He murmured, looking over at your confused expression.
“I just- I guess I expected you to have…I dunno, more stuff?”
“More stuff?” he repeated, tilting his head.
“Yeah. Well, you’ve been on earth a long time right? Don’t you have any keepsakes or- or art or something?”
A smile bloomed across his features and he soon nodded his head and put his coat up on a dark metal rack that stood solidly by the door. Everything in its place, you thought. He returned to your side and took the bags in your hands, sticking them on the dark kitchen counters before returning to you and taking you past a dark wooden dining table and over to a black leather chest that sat in the corner next to an expensive looking record player.
“I don’t like to weigh myself down with worldly possessions, I’m not usually one to stay in one place for very long afterall,” he reminded you, making you gulp as you remembered exactly why the reason for that was. “Though, I do keep a trunk of clothes and well…these. Whatever fits into the car.”
He puts his hands on the chunky metal clasps at the top of the box and after loudly clicking them up, he reveals a rather substantial record collection. There’s a ton of records stacked tightly into the box, all in varying conditions. Some of them looked rather old and like they’d been pulled out and put back several times, but others looked pristine and new.
“Can I look?” you asked, eager to see what kind of music he listened to.
“Of course, sugar. Just try to be careful, some of them are pretty old. They’re mostly first pressings,” he said nonchalantly.
You felt your brows shoot up and all of a sudden you were oh so aware of how coveted some of those records would be. After a few seconds you tentatively reached in and started to slowly draw out the sleeves, smiling as you mapped out the Corinthians music tastes. He had a whole century worth of classics, ranging from Chuck Berry, Marvin Gaye and Elvis and all the way up to The Clash, Pink Floyd, and Metallica. It was when you pulled out a heavily scribbled on version of Rumours that you finally let out a squeak of surprise.
“Did you meet Fleetwood Mac!” You called out, looking over to the kitchen.
He was standing with his jumper sleeves pulled up, sprinkling flour on his counters, presumably making pasta. Your question brought a smug grin to his lips and he looked up from the mess he was making.
“Oh I did a lot more than just meet them.”
“Wait…do you mean you-”
“Spent a very interesting evening with them,” he shrugged.
You returned the record to the box and hurried your way over to the kitchen, the need to interrogate him overpowering you. You’d spent countless hours pouring over The Corinthian’s experiences on earth, but this was certainly a lot juicier than other things he’d told you. This was Fleetwood Mac for crying out loud.
“And when you say interesting…?” you prompted, giving him a look.
“What? You expect me to kiss and tell, sugar?” he smiled, reaching out and bopping your nose, covering you in flour.
“Hey!”
You hastily rubbed the flour off of your nose and glared at him, watching as he was about to go back to his task. You bit your lip and tried to quickly go for the bag that was sitting just to his left side, but unfortunately you weren’t quick enough to grab it. Corinthian got you first.
“Predictable little dream.”
You gasped as he pinned you face first into the counter, looking down at the floury mess he’d made while you were pressed between the hard marble and his warm body. His bare arms were either side of you and his breath was fanning ever presently against your neck. In just a moment he had managed to trap you in his hold, all encompassing and unrelenting.
“Corinthian!” you squeaked, feeling yourself getting hot and flustered again.
“Yes, sweet thing?” He replied, cooly as ever.
“What are you doing?”
“Well you were going to do something naughty with that flour, so I figured I’d stop you,” he said breathily, kissing the spot just behind your ear.
“Corinthian,” you moaned, not quite sure what you were moaning for.
Did you want him to let you go? Or did you want him to keep going?
His feathery breaths felt good against your neck, it brought your arms out into pleasurable little tingles and raised goosebumps. You were losing your breath. Oh god. You knew what you wanted. You were finally sure of what you wanted.
“What do you want, sugar?”
“You,” you whimpered.
“Mm? That so?” He murmured lowly.
The flesh of your neck was buzzing like crazy. Every little movement he made against your skin felt like it was feeding the flames of the fire inside of you. His lips were roaming your neck greedily and with every brush of his skin in yours the will to push him away faded and was replaced with an urge far more powerful.
“I’m glad you’re willing to admit it now. Things’ll go a lot smoother that way.”
You frowned when you felt him pull away and whipped around faster than you’d ever moved in your life. You’d practically moved faster than light, and only to turn and face the most smug look Corinthian had ever given you. That bastard!
There weren’t enough curse words in your entire vocabulary that would cover what you were thinking then.
“What was that?” you fumed.
“That, my sweet dream, was me getting you to finally admit that you want to fuck me.”
He was smiling away to himself, leaning his side on the counter and folding his arms. If you were in a better mood you’d be willing to admit he could be in some fancy cooking advert with the way he looked standing in his kitchen - but you weren’t. In fact, you were ready to turn tail and run out the door so you could howl out your frustration.
“I suppose I must’ve had a moment of madness,” you mumbled bitterly.
“Oh come on now. You can’t really be that angry with me,” he chuckled.
“Apparently I can be.”
“Aw, sugar. I didn’t realise you’d be so averse to some harmless teasing. Such a delicate thing, aren’t you?”
He was still laughing even as he tried to muster as much sympathy as he could in his voice. Though, apparently that wasn’t very much. You grumbled and just as you were about to turn away from him, he caught you in his arms and spun you around again.
In the dim light you could vaguely see your reflection in his shades, could see an impression of your widened eyes when his arm curled around you. Despite not looking particularly buff, he was strong, strong enough to keep you in place with one arm while the other stroked up your face.
You swore if this was another trick you really would leave.
“What are you doing now?” you pouted.
“I want you to know that I want you as well,” he explained quietly. “But we need to go slow tonight. You’re such an innocent thing, sex should be special for you.”
You searched his expression for any sign of incenserity, but whatever you were looking for you couldnt find it. He was being real with you. His hand didn’t waver as he continued to cup your cheek, and his jaw was clenching ever so slightly as he seemed to be restraining himself from trying to make any further moves.
“Well, if that’s the case then I’d rather you didn’t tease me like that,” you frowned.
“Ok, I promise. No more teasing,” he relented, kissing your cheek. “I’m just not used to having you somewhere so private. I’ve got you here all to myself and I can finally-.”
“Careful! You’ll end up here all alone if I get any more funny business from you tonight,” you warned, interrupting him before he could lure you in with more promises of things he would withhold for the time being.
“Of course. I’ll be on my best behaviour,” He chuckled, releasing you from his hold, though not before giving you another kiss on the cheek.
“I’m not sure I can trust your version of best behaviour,” you huffed.
“Well, I’m only newly reformed, I can’t help it,” he grinned, giving a signature head tilt. “Why don’t you go put something on the record player, and I’ll try to actually focus on dinner, hm?”
You rolled your eyes, but eventually found yourself retreating back to the corner. However much you wanted The Corinthian to be wrong, you knew that going through the motions of being wined and dined would ease you into the night more. Despite your body being one hundred percent sure that it wanted to be somewhere underneath him, there were still some anxieties in your mind that would be soothed with a touch of alcohol and music.
After picking out a Bowie record, figuring you should go for something a little less sensual, you found yourself shimmying back to the kitchen as the sound of piano and drums filled the room. Now that you had something to distract your chaotic mind, you felt much more at ease. Like you could relax and actually focus on something other the thought of jumping Corinthian’s bones. Not that you were a seasoned enough bones jumper to even know how to make a move like that.
“So, do you cook often?” you asked, easing onto a subject you knew more about.
“Mm, not very much,” he hummed, tending to his tagliatelle diligently. “Until you came along I’d forget to eat most of the time.”
“But it’s the best part of being here!”
“I don’t know about that, sugar. I think that’s pretty subjective,” he grinned.
Of course the only response to that was an eyeroll. You weren’t going to dignify that with asking him what he thought was the best part of being on earth. You were sure that you already knew the answer and it would lead him right back to teasing you.
Instead, you watched him take a rather sharp knife and cut the tagliatelle with precision. His skillful hands cut the strands thick and evenly, like a seasoned chef. Though, you supposed he had good reason to be clever with a knife. Not that that was a thought you wanted to dwell on.
“I just think that it's nice getting to try lots of different foods and find out how everything goes together. It’s like solving a fun puzzle,” you finally said, ignoring his childish smirk.
“I suppose when you put it like that there is a certain charm to it,” he smiled. “You do that a lot actually.”
“Do what?” You asked, wondering what he was talking about.
“You make all the ordinary things about life seem special.”
You felt your cheeks heat up and waited for Corinthian to pick up you getting flustered again, but if he noticed he made no comment. He just continued on with his work, as if he hadn’t said anything at all. Music filled the open plan room and soon enough, you both fell into a comfortable silence, except for when you both hummed along to certain parts of the music, it was the first time you’d ever experienced just being there with him.
It was actually…kind of nice?
-🍰-
Despite your earlier frustrations with the evening, the resulting dinner had been rather pleasant. It had taken a while to cook, but that was alright, you’d both been able to easily occupy yourselves. And, as it turned out, the wait had been worth it because as Corinthian had promised he had actually made the best pasta you’d ever tasted in all your time on earth. The rich meat sauce paired well with the expensive looking wine that Corinthian insisted you both have.
After two glasses you both had a nice buzz and halfway through the second you’d even managed to weasel his Fleetwood Mac story out of him. Despite being dubious about his coke fueled threesome, you’d both laughed too hard about it to question it further. That was what most of the dinner had been like, you’d talked the rest of the daylight away. All that was left was the silvery moonlight and the pillar candle Corinthian had lit battling it out to bathe the space in what little light they could give.
“Why don’t we move over to the couch, hm? Get a little comfier,” Corinthian finally said, sitting up in his chair.
“Should I take the wine with me?” you asked, stretching as you rose from your chair.
You had a comfortable ache in your shoulders, the kind that lingered after being at the dinner table for too long, the kind that went away when you’d finally sink into a couch and relax for the night. You were excited to feel the plush cushions beneath you, taking those little knots away and lulling you into an even softer state as Depeche Mode crackled on in the background.
“Are you trying to get us drunk, little dream?” Corinthian smiled, standing up to meet your gaze.
“Drunk? I didn’t realise The Corinthian was a lightweight,” you smirked.
He bit his lip and looked at you for a measured second, but eventually he waved a hand toward the bottle, gesturing for you to take it over. While you worked on refilling your glasses, you didn’t bother paying attention to what Corinthian was doing. Not until you realised that he was setting a plate of your brownies onto the coffee table, the little clink of the plate being set down may as well have been a death toll.
“Aren’t you full?” you protested weakly.
You’d been so full of different thoughts and emotions when you were baking them that even you had no idea what he’d see when he was trying them. You couldn’t bring yourself to taste the final product after they’d finished baking, because you’d been enjoying his company so much and wanted to shove the anxiety aside. However, now that you were confronted with them again, you were feeling the worries bubble back in your throat.
“I figured now was a perfect time for dessert,” he said, raising a brow. “Do you not want me to have one? If it makes you uncomfortable knowing I’ll see a private thought of yours, we can put them away.”
He wasn’t being his usual smug self. He was being genuine. You knew by the deep quality of his voice that he wasn’t joking with you and if you’d say not to, he wouldn’t take one. Though, despite all the worries that clouded your mind, there was an even greater desire to share with him exactly what you were feeling. Even if you weren’t completely sure yourself. You wanted to show him that you trusted him now, you didn’t want to hold back anymore.
Afterall, that’s what you’d proven to yourself earlier when he’d had you on that kitchen counter.
“Actually…I do want you to try them. Just- Uh - just tell me what you see ok?” You said finally, sitting back on the couch cushions and cuddling your legs.
“Are you sure?” he asked again.
His face was serious, almost as if he were as nervous as you.
“Positive,” you said, giving a small smile.
He gave you a few seconds to rescind your offer, but after you rolled your eyes and told him to take a bite already, he quickly did as he was told. It felt like your breath had been snatched from you when he’d put the treat to his lips. This was it, you’d thought to yourself, he was either going to be presented with something sweet, something nerve riddled or something incredibly steamy. You prayed at least he wouldn’t be presented with something painfully awkward and that you could get on with your evening above all else.
Corinthian’s face stayed neutral at first but then, as usual, his eyebrows started to scrunch and his head was tilting. Normally he’d be filling you with details about what he was witnessing, but instead all you could hear was the soft beats of the music ijn the background as he continued to focus on whatever he was seeing. He remained deeply breathing for a few hushed moments until finally he was falling back into the couch, his head looking fully up at the ceiling and taking in big gulps of air.
It was killing you not getting to know what it was he’d seen. Whatever it was, it had practically incapacitated him.
“Corinthian?” You called out, feeling your stomach fill with dread.
What had he seen? Was it good or was it bad?
“You really think of me like that?” he said quietly, putting a hand over his chest.
Like what? You thought of him in so many different ways, you weren’t sure how he’d meant it. You bit the inside of your cheek and contemplated what he’d seen and felt until finally you couldn’t take the not knowing.
“Describe it for me,” you asked, crossing the distance between you both and clasping the warm hand he held over his chest.
“It was- I…”
This was a first, you had never seen him lost for words before.
“We were together in that club,” he breathed, finally able to find his words. “But not like any way we actually interacted there, it wasn’t a memory…You had your arms around my neck and I was holding you, and the lights were golden, but they felt like this smooth warmth. I felt- my heart felt like it was full. Like there was this static running through me and it felt like the only place I needed to be was there with you…”
“Like the only place you needed to be was there?” you whispered. “Like the light that’s on is only there because we’re there together?”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, falling quiet.
You both spent the next few seconds in shared silence, you were still holding his hand and he remained paralysed on the cushions. The air felt thick with the unspoken connection you’d both made and for a second it felt like you were both falling into your own dreamland, a place you were making all for yourselves.
“I need you to tell me that that’s real…that you want me,” he pleaded, sitting up from his slanted position.
“Of course it's real,” you snorted, feeling your nervous laughter slip from your mouth. “Feelings can’t be lies, its my feelings that put the visions into place, its not the other way around.”
“Well that being the case…Let me show you how I feel about you,” he growled, his voice reaching an even bassier low than you were used to.
When he reached out for you, his need was radiating off of him in thick waves. His grasp on you was feathery, but he was claiming your skin, feeling as much of you as he could and his lips were on yours in seconds, drawing you closer into his warmth. He was being so gentle, but you could tell there was a fire burning underneath the surface, just as there was one igniting in you once more.
“Corinthian, I swear if this is a trick again-” you spoke, trying to dispel the last of your worries.
“No tricks, sugar. I just want to have you,” He sighed. “Truly.”
You took a few steady breaths and for a second, you reconsidered backing out and running for the hills, but it didn’t take long for that instinct to get snuffed out. You wanted him, you wanted more. You had to stop running from your desires and follow a new path. You had both said that you wanted a human and experience and well…this was it.
“I want you too, but I’m- I’m scared,” you relented.
“Scared of what?” he asked, planting a few careful kisses along your jaw.
“What if I do something wrong, or I’m not good, like you might hate-”
“Shh, shh, you don’t need to worry, sweet dream. I’ve got you,” he whispered lowly, stroking the back of your neck. “I’m gonna show you what to do ok? All you have to do is listen to me, ok? I’ve got you.”
With that said, he planted a soft kiss on your forehead and took your hand. He was leading you up from the couch. You gasped, feeling a moment of dizziness when you rose upward, but soon enough you were eagerly following him across the room and through a door that had stayed shut for the duration of your visit.
He pushed it open and took a look back to you, but you were too distracted by what was inside to attempt meeting his gaze. He did indeed have a king sized bed, just as you’d guessed. The room was decorated similar enough to the living room with the exception of a few black and white photography prints that he had adorned the walls with. A clear continuation of the monochrome colour palette that he loved.
“See, sugar? No chains, nothing nefarious,” he grinned. “Just a nice soft bed.”
“I can see that,” you squeaked.
“Mhmm. Why don’t you come sit with me? We can start this slow, ok?”
You didn’t feel capable of speaking without sounding like a little mouse anymore, so instead you resorted to nodding enthusiastically and letting his experienced hand guide you. The soft grey sheets rippled around you and invited you to relax into the bouncy mattress. So far, you were still comfortable. You were still clothed, still not doing anything you hadn’t done before. Though it wasn’t like your thrumming heartbeat and shaking hands seemed to recognise that.
“We can just kiss for a little while. We have all night together, alright?” He mumbled, stroking a hand through your hair and looking deep into your wide eyes. “Remember that you can say stop at any time and we can stop. Even if you just want a break, you can tell me. Will you do that for me?”
You nodded again, but that wasn’t enough. He shook his head and grasped your chin, not allowing you to look away from him.
“Don’t nod. Use your words. I need to know that I won’t hurt you.”
His tone was so serious, you’d never heard him sound so resolute. The curve of his jaw was taught as he clenched it, he was dedicated to making sure that you understood what he expected of you. It only served to make you relax further into the bed as your comfort with him grew.
You didn’t need to fight this. Him. You could trust him now completely.
“You have no idea how badly I want this, Corinthian. I promise if it gets too much I’ll tell you to stop, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen,” you smiled.
You reached out and tangled your hand in his hair, delicately scratching through his golden locks. He then let you take the control for a second, allowed you to kiss along his jaw before you swiped your tongue over his lips - a move you’d learned from him. Though, you weren’t able to take the lead for long.
“You’re learning, sweet thing,” he chuckled. “Make sure you keep payin’ attention.”
You squealed when he grasped your waist and deepened the kiss. His greedy hands were roaming your body and eliciting little chills that ran up your spine. You groaned into his mouth and let your mind run free with excitement, willing him to go further, wanting him to take your clothes off and give you everything he had.
After a few more minutes of sending your mind to the skies with fuzziness, he went further. He ran his hands over your chest and groped at you with a desperate need. Your stomach felt like it was a tightened coil. Like there was something inside of you that was going to snap if he kept up with his attentive touches.
“You sound so pretty already, sugar. Keep moaning like that for me, ok?” Corinthian hummed.
You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, you hadn’t even realised you’d been so vocal, though you couldn’t dwell over it for long. Was that your top coming off? Your bra coming undone? You gasped when you felt your clothing drift off to your side and soon enough you could feel the chill of the air hit your back. This was the most exposed that you’d ever been to someone before.
It was thrilling.
He made you feel so precious. He took a break from your mouth and instead kissed down your body, over the curve of your breasts and down to your stomach. It was like a feather was brushing over your body. Though, as you watched him work his way down through steady blinks you couldn’t help but want to even the odds, feeling self conscious that you were the only one missing clothes.
“Can you- take your sweater off,” you asked, biting your lip as he lightly kissed the spot just above the button on your jeans.
“Mhmm. You can have anything you want, sugar, you just need to ask for it,” he sighed.
You giggled, enjoying the breathy way he sounded when he’d obliged your request. Though, it died in your throat the moment he took his shirt off and bared himself to you. He was bathed in dim yellow light and the soft ridges of his muscles looked so perfectly kissable to you as he exposed himself. It was so strange seeing him without anything covering his chest. You were so used to him in all his layers, it felt like a sin looking at him exposed. Seeing that perfect chiselled body that he’d been hiding all that time.
“Careful you don’t bite that lip too hard,” he said, brushing his thumb over your sensitive mouth. “The fun’s just starting, darlin.”
A loud moan sounded out through the room, and it was late before you realised it was your own. Corinthian had resumed his attack on your body and now it seemed to be twice as affected since he’d matched you in taking his clothes off. His soft skin was running against yours, leaving your body shivering with excitement, willing for more. That and the whispered words he murmured in between pecks.
You like that?
Yeah?
Am I making you feel good
It was only a few minutes later that he took off your jeans and underwear and by then you were a mess of electrified nerves. That feeling deep in your core had grown even stronger, was winding tighter inside you and everything in you was directing him to finally touch you down there. Though, now that you were exposed to him there was just one thing that you needed to know before he continued.
You carefully wound your hand into his hair and tugged on it gently, forcing him back up to meet your eyes. His breaths were coming in shallow, he was clearly just as worked up as you were, and when he finally met you face to face he smiled slowly.
“Everything alright?”
“Yeah…more than alright,” you grinned nervously. “Just- I um. I wanted to know if I’m…what you expected? Do I look fine to you?”
“Fine?” he repeated, chuckling. “Darlin’, you’re the sweetest thing I ever laid eyes on. You’re beautiful. You’re driving me mad just laying there and looking all pretty like that.”
“Really?” you gasped.
“Mhmm, really,” he moaned, placing another kiss on your thigh. “Can’t wait to eat out this pretty pussy of yours.”
“Corinthian!” you squealed, still not used to the course language.
“Mmm, still such an innocent little dream,” he chuckled, his laugh turning into a low purr. “I can’t wait to change that.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you saying things like that to me,” you laughed, feeling especially warm as you practically felt his eyes grazing up and down your body.
“Mmm, well it won’t stop me trying to corrupt you nonetheless,” he smirked. “Now lie back and let me take care of you. Let me hear those moans.”
You were still reeling from it all being unfamiliar territory, but one thing was for sure, you needed to keep exploring it. No matter how nervous you felt about it, you needed to chase this release that you were searching for. You had to indulge the wet hot fire that was making your body throb with need.
“Oh god!”
The Corinthian licked a stripe up your pussy and suddenly you were racked by sensations more powerful than anything else you’d felt as he continued to work his tongue over you. The feelings intensified while he continued on like that, he’d lick carefully through your folds and swirl around your clit, it had you moaning like you were in heat. He alternated between licking and sucking at your weeping pussy and then kissing your thigh, letting his fingers take over on tracing your throbbing bud.
“That’s it, does that feel good? Embrace that feeling, little dream. You’re doing so good for me, that’s it, just lie back like that.”
He was like a master musician and you were his most prized instrument. The way he plucked and ran his hands over you made you feel like you could lie in that bed forevermore, getting worshipped for as long as he’d allow.
“Does that feel good, hm? Tell me. C’mon tell me. Are you gonna cum?”
“Yes!” you’d screamed.
“And who’s making you feel so good, hm? Who’s gonna make you cum?”
“You!”
Your stomach tensed and you moaned more and more as he continued muttering sweet nothings into your thighs. The hot wet sounds of his tongue on your pussy increased and with every motion, you felt your body clench harder. It was when he’d begun circling your opening with his finger that you finally lost it.
“Come on then, sweet dream. Cum for me. Let go for me, sugar.”
He inserted one digit, slowly sliding his finger into you and then ever so slowly he curled it and pumped back and forth. Your whole body felt like it was rigged with an electric current and after a few more minutes of his careful ministrations, you arched your back and let out a scream when your body finally came undone.
The static took over your head and your vision went shaky. For a moment you swore you were floating on a cloud, a pulsing pleasant cloud. You breathed deeply and let yourself drift, taken in by the pleasure until finally you slowly drifted back to yourself.
Soon enough you were greeted with Corinthian’s smug smile while he leaned back and watched you come down from your lofty high.
“That sounded like it felt good,” he hummed.
“Good is certainly one word for it,” you gasped, blinking a few times in disbelief.
“Mmm, I’ll take that as a compliment,” he preened, giving your thigh a sloppy kiss after. “You taste so sweet, sugar. I think I’m going to have a new craving after tonight.”
“Really?” you asked bashfully.
“Yeah, you taste so good, and you sound so pretty when you cum,” he smirked.
“Oh gods,” you sighed, feeling those familiar embarrassed feelings heat your body again.
“So flustered even after all that,” he chuckled, the bassy tones rattling through your sensitive body. “Such a sweet little thing. I can’t believe I’m the first that got to do that to you. And I get the whole night just to ravish you like that over and over.”
You looked at his devilish grin and gulped, knowing that he would be content to nestle into your thighs all night if you let him. However, now that you’d gotten to experience him…eating you out you were curious about more of life's pleasures. You wanted to go further. You wanted more than curling fingers inside you, you wanted him fully.
“I- I actually want…something else,” you mumbled.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, tilting his head and raising himself up so that he was sitting up. “What is it you want then?”
The intensity of his stare was boring into you. It felt like those next few moments were everything. You needed all of him.
“I want you to fuck me,” you whimpered.
“Oh, sugar,” he purred, leaning into you. “Hearing you say something so dirty to me is such a gift.”
“You really like hearing me say things like that?” you asked nervously.
You’d assumed you sounded silly. Like you were some kind of blushing village girl from the olden times.Though, judging by the intensity of the way that Corinthian was looking at you, you realised that even despite that he was clearly taken by it.
“Hearing you say that you want to fuck is like music to my ears, sugar.”
“Oh gods…”
You melted when he locked you in a salty kiss and in moments you were reverting back to the jelly legged mess you were not seconds before. All the reservations you’d had about this had completely faded away, and now all that was left was desire for the man that held you like you were a porcelain statue in his hot, firm grip.
“Here, give me your hand, sweet thing.”
You frowned, confused by his request, but relented anyway. You held out your hand to him and he gently held the back of it with one of his and guided it to his bulging crotch. You squealed out a moan when you felt him hard and pulsing beneath you.
“See? This is what you do me, sweet dream,” He whispered.
“Oh…” you moaned, suddenly overtaken by a confident streak. “I want to feel it inside of me.”
He groaned deeply as you said it and you found yourself giggling and rubbing your palm against him. Despite going into the evening feeling like the most hopeless dream in the world, you could feel your assuredness growing. It felt like The Corinthian was slowly taking you apart with every touch and he was rebuilding you in his vision.
“You have no idea what that does to me,” he said lowly.
“I think I have some,” you replied, stroking him harder for effect.
“Ugh…you’re gonna be the death of me, sweet dream. Tell me one more time…what do you want me to do to you?”
You bit your lip and felt your thighs shakily press together as he stared at you with a burning heat. The way he was speaking to you made you feel so warm inside.
“I want you to make love to me, Corinthian,” you sighed. “I want you to fuck me till I see stars again.”
“Oh you’ll see stars, precious. You’ll see constellations.”
He licked his lips and tore at his trousers and underwear, springing completely free of the fabric confines. He positioned himself over you and revealed the rest of his smooth skin. It you gasped as you looked from his muscley calves and over the curve of his perfect ass. You had to bite your tongue just to keep yourself from squealing when you looked down at his cock. It was just as big as it felt of course, and like nothing you could’ve pictured, this was the first time you’d ever seen one. Though it was as perfect as you could imagine it to be.
He gave you a slow and passionate kiss, giving you a minute more of imagining what he was going to do to you before he proceeded to spit on his hand and spread it over his cock. No matter how confident you were getting you still couldn’t help but gulp as you watched him and found yourself staring off anywhere but where his hand was. Then you found yourself staring at his face with a rapidly pounding heart.
“What about- um- what about the glasses?” you said after a second, realising that he was yet to take those off.
He paused in his actions and tilted his head, giving you a measured stare. Clearly you’d hit a sore spot judging by the way he was holding back a grimace. A breath hitched its way in your throat and he gave you a few more worried seconds before he finally answered your question.
“Leave them for now, sweet dream,” he mumbled, trailing a few kisses along your neck.
“But Corinthian, I wouldn’t y’know- freak out or anything. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable while-”
“Don’t worry about my comfort, sugar,” he breathed, interrupting your panicked thread. “I’ll be plenty comfortable sinking into your sweet little pussy.”
You squeaked, feeling like said pussy was going to explode at those words alone.
“But- but-”
“Don’t worry. I will take them off for you at some point, but not right now. Alright?” he said, giving you a reassuring smile. “I’m not ready for that right now.”
Part of you wanted to fight him on the matter more. Afterall, you had completely bared yourself to him, you only wanted him to do the same. Though, there was no mistaking the downturn of his lips and the quiet pleading that filled The Corinthian’s voice. He really didn’t want you to push. And finally you realised you’d rather not upset him. You didn’t want to push him when he’d been so considerate toward you throughout the night. You had to give him the same courtesy.
“Ok,” You finally agreed, bringing your hand up to his face and tracing around the frames with your fingers. “Ok…”
He smiled and gave you one last kiss. Filling you passion before he let his hand fall down to your thigh and he rutted against you. His hard cock pressed against your wet folds and rubbed against them. Your neediness was renewing and soon enough you were moaning into his lips again, begging wordlessly for another release.
He continued to buck his hips up into you and press his fingers into the thick flesh of your thigh until finally he grasped his cock in his hand and pressed it against your opening. Your blood was rushing through your head and it felt like your heartbeat was in your ears, but most of all you could feel your body clenching. You were ready to bear down on him and have him deep within your body.
“Ready for this, sugar? It might hurt a little at first, but I promise to go slow, alright?”
“I’m more than ready,” you grinned, biting your lip in anticipation. “So ready for you.”
His tongue flashed over his teeth and with that he pushed into you slowly just as he said he would. Your heart was jumping out of your ribcage, you were so full of adrenaline. The burn of his cock in your pussy was almost too much for you, but with his gentle thrusts and attentive hands brushing against your clit he had you moaning in pleasure despite the background thrum of pain.
And then steadily and surely he was buried into you by the hilt, resting a little of his weight against you as he leaned into your body and planted a million kisses into your neck, avoiding the spots where his hand was curled around the back of you and supporting your head. It all felt like so much. Your tingling neck, the throbbing heat of your pussy. You were burning up in the dim light like a firework about to burst.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, moaning your name like it was a prayer.
“Corinthian,” you gasped, feeling all your breaths start to blur into one big pant. “Need you to move. Need you to fuck me hard.”
That tore a growl from him. A noise so animalistic it made you clench around him like a vice.
“I’ll give you all you can take, sweet thing…just wrap your arms around me and let me give it all to you.”
You did as he asked and soon he was beginning to move. He thrust gently at first, slowly pistoning back and forth and letting you get used to him, until finally you were groaning with need. The burning had eased until finally it fell away and left nothing but bright sparks of pleasure in its wake. Mind numbing, scorching pleasure that had you moaning louder and louder as he increased his pace and snapped his hips ever harder into yours.
Your power was Corinthian’s heaven, making him feel your raw emotions and taste your sweet visions with just a single bite of a confection. Now you were realising that the he way he fucked you was yours. Your whole body was wracked with spasms and you were digging your nails into him like you were clinging on for your life. There was nothing else in the world in that moment, just you two, just your merging bodies and the hot heavy breaths that you both shared as you kissed and sucked at each others flesh like it was the only time you had left.
And gods did you make great use of that time, of that night…
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Wait for Tomorrow
My entry for the spot “Hospital” for @hurtcomfort-bingo. 2,271 words, TW for hospital, chronic illness, discussion about potential death of a parent. Ft. OCs Cliff (toyhouse) and Al (toyhouse), plus their respective partners Elliot and Theo.
The organ transplant unit reeks of hope and loss. There’s always someone who has just received something new and life changing, a very tangible second chance which is only thanks to someone else’s great sacrifice. There’s a little room that always has coffee and snacks, a room for meditating, a little gym, and a room that’s just for crying in. A huge window stretches across the entire end of the unit looking over the city providing sprawling views of the outside world: a world that people like Cliff needs to stay away from because it’s full of germs that could kill him.
Cliff’s thirty-one. He hoped he’d have more time to delay this, but he’d contracted aspergillosis at Christmas, right before Mia’s third birthday. Instead of celebrating his happy and healthy little girl on her special day, Cliff had been unconscious in the ICU, intubated. He’s only gotten to see her in person twice since waking up and it’s March now. Kids aren’t usually allowed on the unit because of the risk of infection. The doctor had let them break that rule twice, and Cliff knows he should be more grateful for it but he isn’t. He wants more, always more.
He misses his daughter more than he can stand. Elliot visits nearly every day and calls at least twice per day. He sends Cliff plenty of videos but it isn’t the same as being there. He watches Mia say new words only second hand through recordings and he’s not there to clap for her as soon as it happens. He’s not there to read to her and kiss her pudgy little cheeks goodnight. He wants to be there for everything, but instead he’s stuck here in this negative-pressure hallway. It’s a beautiful new unit, nicer and sunnier than any Cliff's ever been on before, and yet it feels like a prison.
He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he feels the couch he’s sitting on dip and Al silently hands him a tissue. Cliff mumbles a thank you and removes his oxygen to blow his nose, coughing into the tissue afterwards.
“Ugh. I hate crying,” he sniffles to Al. Al pats his back to try and comfort him, but doesn’t tell him it will all be okay. They’re both realistic enough to know that’s not always the case.
“Me too,” Al says. “Hate getting snot in my oxygen.” He smiles knowingly with a humor that only someone experiencing the same thing as Cliff could really muster. Cliff laughs wetly, dries his eyes and puts his nasal cannula back in. He clears his throat and tries to remind himself that things could always be worse.
Al is waiting for his second set of lungs while Cliff waits for his first. Al got new lungs fifteen years ago, he says, which was a pretty good run of it. They’re not doing so well anymore, but he tells Cliff that he believes the medications are so much better these days. Al never had any kids, but Cliff can see that Al’s wistful about that fact. He acts almost like a father figure to Cliff while they’re stuck on this ward together, although age wise he’d be more like Cliff’s older brother. Cliff thinks it’s funny - when he was nineteen he did a summer internship with Al’s partner, Theo, at Theo’s law firm. He vaguely remembers seeing pictures of Al back then and Theo mentioning his partner was on the transplant list, but it hadn’t really meant anything to him at the time. He’d just said sorry and never thought about it again. He hadn’t known back then how privileged he was to have that mean nothing to him.
Theo recognized him when he came to visit Al, shortly after Cliff had left the ICU and was moved to this floor. Cliff was being pushed down the hall by Elliot when they heard a voice say, “Cliff Barrows?!” It was then that they made the connection that the new patient Al had made friends with was the same person Theo had once been a mentor to. Cliff mostly remembers Theo as unabashedly gay, something he didn’t think was possible for a lawyer at that time. He looks the same now, Cliff thinks, just a bit older and his hair’s starting to go gray.
Theo asked Cliff if he ever became a lawyer. Cliff laughed and said, “No, I got sick and became a stay at home dad instead.”
Theo grinned at him the same way he had back when he was a teenager. “A dad!” He exclaimed. “Even better than a lawyer.”
Being a dad was better than being a lawyer, Cliff thought to himself. Being a lawyer was his dream and losing it had been incredibly painful at the time. Now, though, he can see it made way for other things in his life. He got back together with Elliot, they got married, and they had their beautiful daughter. Cliff wouldn’t have it any other way - except for the part where he’s stuck here, now. There’s no silver lining to this part, he thinks.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Al asks him gently. He has a way of saying this that makes it easy to confess everything, but also easy to say no if Cliff wanted to. He’s so calming and impartial. Cliff thinks he feels far better after his chats with Al than he ever did after therapy.
“Mia is going to pre-school in the fall. Elliot’s out visiting a few right now to see which one fits her. Both of us should be there, but it’s only him.” Cliff’s voice breaks sadly at the end of the sentence and he can’t say anything more.
Al nods. “That must be really hard,” he says gently. “I’m sorry you can’t be there too. I’m sure Elliot will make a great choice though.”
“Oh, definitely,” Cliff says. “I know that. But it’s not fair that he has to do it alone.”
“I understand,” Al says. He doesn’t have kids, but Cliff thinks he’s probably the closest person to actually understanding so he nods.
They stay there a bit longer just watching the sunset until they know they have to be back in their rooms at 7pm-8pm for shift change. Cliff doesn’t see the point, because every nurse on the unit already knows them and their details intimately, but nevertheless they insist on bedside report every twelve hours. Sometimes Cliff pretends he’s sleeping just so they’ll do it in the hallway so he doesn't have to hear all the depressing details one more time. He feels like nothing ever really happens, anyways. Sometimes he has good days, sometimes bad. He doesn’t feel the need to summarize further. Either way, he’s been here for months and won’t be going anywhere until they find him a pair of new lungs.
The idea that some poor stranger has to die for him to live bothers Cliff immensely, but since he’s had Mia he no longer questions if it’s the right thing to do. It’s not that he’s no longer morally confused, he is. But he’ll do anything to see his little girl grow up now, his role as a husband and a father the most important things to him in the world.
When Mia was born, that was the first time Cliff was actually happy to be in the hospital. She was so tiny, Cliff asked if something was wrong with her. No, they told him, she was perfect. He agreed. She was absolutely perfect.
Fatherhood suited Cliff far more than he had expected it would, considering his own parents had never been good examples. But as the stay-at-home parent and a perfectionist, Cliff naturally made it his job to do everything right. And in the process, he found he loved every moment with Mia, even the difficult ones. He kept her close to him and was always hyper vigilant about her wellbeing. He read many, many books. And every afternoon he’d tie up Rosie, their rescue dog, to the stroller and take a slow walk down the street. While their home was located in a nice neighborhood in Brooklyn, Cliff didn’t think New York City pollution was very good for either his own or his child’s lungs. However the socialization was important (for both of them) and more importantly, he wanted Mia to grow up to love people. He never wanted her to hide away from society like he had. And he never wanted her to doubt that her fathers didn’t love her and wanted to spend time with her.
He’s nursing a bad headache in bed when Elliot calls him to say goodnight. Cliff answers because he always answers Elliot no matter what. Back when they were younger Elliot barely left Cliff’s side when he had to spend long stretches in the hospital, but with their daughter it had to be different. She’s their priority, not Cliff, and they had promised to give her as normal of an upbringing as possible. Even with a chronically ill dad and famous papa. They had been doing a pretty good job of it, Cliff thinks. Sure she’d spent a lot of her early childhood in recording studios and doctors offices thanks to her dads, but she was happy and loved. That’s what mattered. It’s still what matters, but it’s so much harder when she doesn’t understand why one of them is suddenly nearly missing from their home, only available through video calls each night.
Elliot’s face pops onto the screen of Cliff’s phone. His black curly hair looks long and messy. He has dark circles under his eyes and Cliff’s heart aches knowing it’s his fault that he has to be a single parent right now. Still, his tone is cheerful and he smiles when Cliff answers. Mia is sitting in her chair at the dinner table behind him. “Hey babe,” he says. “It’s all dark, do you have the lights off?”
“Yeah, hang on,” Cliff says. He reaches over to turn on the lights even though they’re way too bright for his aching head. He squints at his family and puts on his reading glasses.
“Headache?” Elliot asks automatically. They’ve been married - been dealing with Cliff’s illness - for way too long for him not to know exactly what to expect. Cliff nods. “Aww, that sucks,” Elliot says. “Here, Mia will make you feel better.”
Elliot moves around so that Mia is in full view and can see Cliff on the camera. Her face is messy with grains of rice stuck to her cheeks. Cliff chuckles. “Hi baby girl. Dinner’s kind of late, isn’t it?”
“Daddy!” Mia squeals happily. “Rice and chicken and peas.” Cliff assumes that’s what was on the menu for tonight. It’s what looks like is stuck to her hands, anyways.
“I got home late,” Elliot explains, “Haven’t even showered yet. God bless Paula.” Their nanny, always willing to stay later than planned when she needed to. She was brilliant, but Cliff felt sad every time he remembered she was doing the job he was supposed to be doing.
“Lion!”
“Yes, Mia, good girl,” Elliot says, poking the lion on her bib that she was wearing. She laughs. God Cliff misses that laugh. It sounds entirely different in person - in person it’s like he can feel it with his whole body. “Cliff? Hello? Anything new?”
Cliff realizes he’s been zoning out for several seconds and shakes his head. “No. Nothing new. Same old boring hospital.”
“Boring’s not a bad thing,” Elliot reminds him. Yeah, Cliff thinks. He could be in a coma still, that’s true. But he’d rather be at home fostering Mia’s newfound love for lions this week. They talk for a few more minutes but Cliff’s head hurts a lot and Elliot can tell, even though Cliff doesn’t say anything. He and Mia blow kisses to Cliff through the screen. Cliff closes his eyes and pretends he can feel them hugging him.
Elliot moves to the living room for a moment to ask Cliff privately, “Are you okay?”
“I just really miss you guys,” Cliff said. He takes a shaky breath. He doesn’t want to cry again.
“I know,” Elliot says. “We really miss you too. But we never know what might happen tomorrow! Or the next day.”
Cliff nods. He’s not an optimist like Elliot is, but he listens to his husband. It’s the only way he can continue on here when there’s so much waiting for him at home. “I love you,” Cliff says. “Thank you for everything.”
Elliot’s brow furrows in concern. “Are you sure you’re okay? Why are you thanking me?”
“No special reason,” Cliff says, forcing a tired smile. “I just want you to know it.”
“Okay,” Elliot says slowly, a bit puzzled. “Well... thanks.”
“Don’t thank me for thanking you. Then I have to double thank you.”
Elliot laughs. Cliff’s relieved he took that worried expression off Elliot’s face. He doesn’t want to make Elliot worry about him more just because Cliff’s missing home while Elliot is working so hard to hold everything in their family together. “Goodnight, Cliffy. Go to sleep. I love you and so does Mia. Talk to you tomorrow.”
“Love you too.” Cliff hangs up and he thinks about tomorrow. Another day of phone calls and the hospital and being far away from his family. He doesn’t know how long he can keep doing this, but he has no other choice. He’s never been so determined to stay alive. Mia’s growing up with two dads, not one, he tells himself. So he’ll keep waiting, forever if he has to.
#shionwrites#hurtcomfortbingo#oc: cliff#oc: elliot#oc: albert#oc: theo#hurt comfort#angst#hospital setting#whump#male whump#chronic illness whump#hospital whump#medical whump
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The Dragons Pet (NSFW) Long Mian x Reader
Minors Do Not Interact!! 18+ only!! I got out of hand and made this graphic, I apologize! More warnings below cut!
Warnings: Uhhh... there’s... a lot of plot... sorry. Graphic, rough smut, dubcon, swearing, Long Mian calling the reader ‘pet’ and ‘mouse’, kidnapping I guess, loss of virginity, breeding, claiming, marking/bitting, Long Mian himself should be a warning.
Note: There is quite a bit of plot before the smut and it might be a little eh, so I’ll mark where it actually starts if anyone just wants to get right into it. Also! This was a prompt/scenario/ask thing? I sent into @dislifeismid a quite a while back and I wanted to see what we’d both do with it now that I decided to start writing here and there for Dislyte. I’ll link their version as soon as it’s up!
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Man, what a day. Nine hours of almost nonstop work in the back rooms of the Esper Union HQ. Checking in and inspecting shipments, filling out and organizing paper work and trying to keep some of the new hires in line for our supervisors. Somedays it wasn’t so bad, but today it just really kicked my ass and I was ready to go home.
Choosing to have walked to work instead of driving seemed like a good idea this morning while the weather was nice and my legs weren’t sore, but now they are sore and dark clouds began gathering overhead, flashes of lightning flickering between them accompanied by a distant sound of thunder. I apparently need to keep a better eye on the weather. The walk home was only 20 minutes without delays maybe if I walk faster I could beat the storm.
Sadly, luck wasn’t on my side and within 5 minutes it was pouring. I quickly ran to the nearest shelter and took cover. It was part of a destroyed bridge. That’s right, the Miramon attacked this place a couple weeks ago. They must not have gotten around to fixing it. Or... am I remembering wrong? Something else was going on here. Wasn’t it? Was this the place...
The sound of the cascading rain and the rumbling thunder drew me from my troubling thoughts. It was pleasant, calming, refreshing after such a tiring day. I sat with my legs tucked under me, relaxed, eyes drifting shut. I wish I was at home for this, it would have been a lot more pleasant.
My eyes snapped open suddenly, the sound of something quickly swinging through the air alerting me, and a sharp object was pressed to the back of my neck. “Well, what do we have here? A little Union mouse stranded in a storm.” That’s right. They haven’t gotten to fixing this place because the Shadow Decree had been prowling around here. “Does this mouse know how to obey commands? Stand.”
A part of my brain wanted me to do as he said, maybe I could get out of this situation unharmed if I did as he said, but fear froze me in place, mind going blank, unable to think properly as it overwhelmed me. The stranger seemed to sense my hesitation and he huffed, pressing the object harder against my neck. “Apparently not. What? Does the Union not train their pets?”
The sharp object was removed and I was roughly grabbed by my arm and yanked up. Getting a good view of the stranger, I instantly recognized who it was. He was indeed Shadow Guard, it was Long Mian. I had had an encounter with him before awhile back. A supply truck of ours was attacked and they took me out there with a couple Union Ops Chiefs to make sure nothing was taken and basically check and inspect the shipment. Long Mian and another Shadow Guard ambushed us and, being just a normal human, I was ordered to hide. The ordeal ended in our favor thankfully.
This time, I was alone, no Ops Chiefs to aid me. “Hey, l-look. I just wanna wait out the storm and get home. There’s no need for trouble, I won’t even say I saw you here.” I wrenched my arm from his grip and took a couple steps back. His look morphed into a glare and he scoffed. “Get home? No, I don’t think so. The Union doesn’t seem too keen on training their pets to obey commands, I guess I’ll have to do it for them.” He reached his hand out to grab me, but I moved out of his range.
I turned to run, but got only a couple of steps before something stopped me, almost making me hit the ground. I looked down and saw ice had formed around my leg, holding it in place. A hand ran through my hair before gripping and jerking my head back harshly, pulling me flush against the Shadow Guard as he stood directly behind me. He pressed his mouth to my ear and spoke in a hushed tone. “Usually I don’t mind watching mice like you scurrying around in fear, in fact I found it quite amusing last time I saw you, but today, I have other plans.” I shuddered as his warm breath traveled across my ear and down my neck.
Looking ahead of me, I could see the rain begin to let up, mocking me that within a few minutes of taking shelter I would have been able to leave. If only Long Mian hadn’t shown up. He broke the ice from my leg with his weapon, turned me around, tossed me over his shoulder and left the shelter of the bridge. He placed his hand on the backside of my thigh right under my ass and gripped painfully, undoubtedly leaving a bruise there.
He traveled for quite sometime, with me struggling and messing with him the whole way, kicking my legs, trying to push off him and even attempting to stun him by trying to land a hard blow to his chest with my knee. My efforts halted for a moment though, as a door creaked open quite loudly. Were we at the Shadow Decree Headquarters? Must be, the halls were massive and there were doors and corridors branching off here and there.
Long Mian stopped in front of one of the doors and I could hear it unlock and open. The true weight of the situation suddenly struck me like a ton of bricks. My stomach became upset, my blood ran cold and I started to panic. Stuttering a bunch of gibberish, trying to futilely reason with him.
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I bounced a little as I was tossed on his bed and immediately sat up and crawled away from him. Standing and running to a corner of the room as he went and locked the door, I took on a defensive stance, ready to dart away the moment he approached. Long Mian just turned to look at me with a deadpan expression for a moment before shifting to a smug smirk, a fang peaking out from between his lips. “Oh? Is the little mouse finally understanding its situation? How about this, behave and obey my commands and I’ll let you go, act up or disobey and I’ll break you, painfully, over and over.” He growled out the last bit, smirk dropping into a sneer.
“Back onto the bed, now.” I jumped a bit at the command, Long Mian’s voice dropped to a serious and authoritative tone. I glanced to the bed momentarily, weighing my options. I could do as he said and hopefully live to see another day or I could try to find something to fight him with and risk meeting a slow and painful demise. There’s also a very high chance that he could be lying about letting me go.
I gasped as I was grabbed and roughly pinned onto the edge of the bed face down. “Do not make me repeat myself, pet. You will truly regret making me mad if you do so.” Long Mian held my sides in an iron grip, squeezing painfully, as I struggled to catch my breath from being shoved. He pressed his hips firmly to my ass and rutted against me, making his excitement very prominent.
“Sit up and remove your top.” He released me, allowing me to move and do as he said. I lifted myself and breathed, reaching for the bottom of my shirt and slowly lifting it up and off. Long Mian ran his hands up my sides the moment it left me and slipped them under my bra. Groping and massaging while occasionally pinching the buds and rolling them between his fingers.
He began rolling his hips against me, erection rubbing against my lower back as it strained against his pants. Leaning over, he whispered in my ear. “See? I can make this feel good for you too if you cooperate with me. Now, take off your pants, face me and give me a show.” With trembling hands, I unfastened my jeans and pushed them down.
At this point my breathing was unsteady and came out in huffs as my vision became blurry, tears threatening to form. I tried to collect myself before turning around, but this seemed to try Mian’s patience and he sighed in irritation. “I’ve given you a chance. You seemed to be doing so well at first too. Oh well, what a shame for you. Now I get to have my fun.”
He removed his hands from my chest, ripped off my bra and snapped the sides of my underwear. I grabbed his hands at my sides. “Stop! Please! I’m sorry! I-I I’ll do as you say! I Promise!” Mian twisted his hands out of my grasp and pinned mine behind my back, binding them with ice.
He moved me further on the bed. “It’s too late for that, pet. Scream and beg all you want, I’m going to break you.” The rustling of fabric reached my ears and something hot and long pressed against me from behind. A whimper forced it’s way out of my throat as he dragged his cock along my ass, pressed it between my cheeks and against my rear hole. I tremor shook me and a chill ran up my spine as he threatened to push in.
“W-wait! Not there! Please! I’ll do anything!” Mian let out a dark chuckle and hummed as if in thought. “I guess I could save claiming your ass for next time, but this is the only thing I’ll do for you. No more favors.” “N-next time?!” He slipped his dick between my thighs, ignoring my question, and began thrusting against my folds. A cry escaped me as his tip brushed over my clit.
Long Mian wrapped his arms around me and laid over me, chest pressing to my back, and took a mating press position from behind. I’ve watched porn, I know what a mating press is, but I’m still a virgin and have never been intimate with someone before. The new sensations left me trembling and squeaking out small whines with each thrust. He was teasing my body, trying to make it submit to him and defy my mind. And it was working. “I love hearing you squeak like this, like the little mouse you are. Just prey for me to play with.”
He moved and slipped between my folds, coating his member in the slick that had gathered there and was now hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tip, making me moan loudly and jolt in bliss. Mian chuckled again, the vibrations sending jolts through my body, and he nuzzled his face into my neck. I could feel his smirk against me before he licked up my neck, along my jugular, blowing cold air along the strip. Suddenly the temperature began to drop and a chill wracked my body as goosebumps formed across my skin. “How about we make the room a little colder? Wouldn’t want you overheating, now would we. After all, you’ve got to last a long time, I don’t need you passing out before I’m done with you.”
He pulled his hips back ‘til the tip of his dick was lined up with my opening, prodding at it, and pressed forward. His engorged head slipped in and I stifled a moan, the glands catching on my walls as he pushed in a bit more. My mouth hung open in a silent moan as he was met with resistance. “Oh? A virgin? This little mouse hasn’t been mated yet? Bred? Well, I’ll make your first time one hell of a ride and fill you up ‘til you can’t handle any more. I’ll thoroughly breed you and make you mine.”
He pulled out till just the tip remained inside and roughly thrust back in, tearing through my virginity and making me scream out in pain. “Someone at the Union should have claimed you before me. Maybe you would have been more obedient and listened to me before and I wouldn’t be having to do this for them.” Mian began pounding over and over, hitting deeper and deeper with each thrust.
He was thick, uncomfortably stretching my walls and carving out a space within me, and he was long, the tip hitting my cervix before he was even all the way in. But that didn’t stop him, he wanted it all the way in, so, once again, he pulled out ‘til only the tip was left and thrust back in harshly. My vision went white and my senses stopped working as he pushed past my cervix and into my womb, now balls deep in me.
He bit into my neck, fangs piercing through skin, and groaned loudly, stilling his movements. Mian was ridged against me, trying hard not to come just at the feeling of being hilted so deeply.
I began to whimper and let out little noises again as my senses came back and I was overwhelmed with the feeling of being stuffed and filled entirely, shifting at the discomfort in my womb and accidentally dislodging him from it.
This seemed to snap Long Mian out of his ecstasy induced daze and he released his hold on my neck, relaxing from his tense state. He began thrusting once again, this time reaching as deep as he could with each thrust, forcing his dick in and out of my womb with each pump.
My mind finally succumbed to him as my body adjusted to his size and depth, eyes rolling back, toes curling and drool escaping from my mouth as I gave in. “Fuck, that’s it! Give in to me. Beg for it. Beg to be filled. To be bred. You want that, don’t you? You want to give me an heir, to bare my child. Well?” “Fuck, yes. Please. Ah~ please, fill me. Cum inside me. I want it, I want it all. Ngah~ I want your cum in my womb, I want to bare your child. Give me your semen, breed me, please! Ahh~! Fuck!”
He quickened his pace, and was now making fast, shallow, powerful thrusts. pushing me over the edge with the most intense orgasm ever. “I-I I’m cumming~! Fuck, I’m cumming! Please! Ahh~ AHHH~!” My first release washed over me and made me tremble. Walls clenching tightly around him as I tensed all over from the intense feeling.
Our breaths were visible as the temp continued to drop while he let himself go, still pounding me relentlessly. Building my climax back up quickly with overstimulation and releasing almost painfully, vision going white while I moaned as loud as possible. He continued fucking me through each climax, not showing any signs of slowing down and making a mess as my own juices slipped from me and coated his balls and thighs, a wet slapping sound now more prominent with each thrust as they smacked against my folds.
I came over and over again, becoming more sensitive with each climax. Slick covered the insides of my thighs and dripped down onto the bed, creating a wet spot. I was painfully overstimulated and I whined and tried to move away from Long Mian’s unrelenting cock. begging for hi to stop. “Ah~, too much! L-Long Mian. Please. It’s too much. I can’t-” “Too Much? Come on, I know you have one more in you. Be a good pet and cum on my cock one last time.” He moved his hand down and began playing with my clit, becoming covered in my slick like everything else.
Within seconds I climaxed again and this time Long Mian made one final thrust, pressing as deep in my womb as he could, and came. Filling me up as he said he would. Groaning in my ear before turning my head and kissing me for the first time since we started. He was still cumming as we kissed, thrusting shallowly to pump his load further in, still becoming to much for me to hold and slipping out past him, dripping down my leg and joining my own slick.
He pulled out with a wet, suctioned noise that made me blush and sat up. Watching as my hole clenched around nothing, gaped from his large member drilling me, more of his cum slipping out. He broke the ice around my wrist and let me turn around to face him. I was a mess and exhausted as I relaxed onto the comfortable bed. Finally getting a look at his bare body.
He was stunning, lean yet still well built, his member was as monstrously large as it had felt and the area was well trimmed. Damn, why did he have to be a Shadow Guard. This created a lot of conflict in my mind, thankfully he didn’t seem to notice. He just stared at my abdomen with a content and adoring look on his face while rubbing my thigh, smearing around the semen that slipped out.
He collected some of it on his thumb and began rubbing it on my lower abdomen, over were my womb was, massaging the area as he did so. It had a strange sheen to it and almost seemed... iridescent. His eyes finally met my own for a moment, turning cold and calculating. He finally moved to lay down on his side beside me and pulled the covers up, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me to him. With my back pressed to his chest yet again, this time I could tell that his skin seemed cool to the touch and felt nice against my own overheated skin, lulling me to sleep as he rubbed my side and pressed his face into my hair, cool breath reaching the back of my neck.
#long mian#dislyte x reader#dislyte smut#long mian x reader#long mian smut#long mian dislyte#minors dni#18+ only
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Somehow, someway, Wilbur’s not just back on the SMP; he’s two years in the past, when it all has only just started. And yes, he does get a thought of just… going home right now, getting a boat and swimming away. Surely it would be easier than dealing with all of this? Except it doesn’t feel right, now that he knows how it all ends, and he’s not entirely sure whether it’ll get better or worse without him in the picture but, well. He has to at least try and change something.
(There is, also, a little selfish part of him that does not care about saving others or making it right – it just wants to stay here, with his friends, for a little while, in the time when nothing has gone wrong yet. He doesn't fight it.)
Or: Wilbur gets a second chance. He's not the only one, though.
Finally, here's my gift for @droidofmay for @mcytblrholidayexchange! So sorry for the delay but I hope you enjoy this little Fix-It AU and belated happy holidays <3
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Laura's story
This is a temporary title until I come up with something better 😅
Your feedback (non-poisonous please) is welcome, Like recommendations (especially if you write here)
Sorry if there are any errors in the writing, I write in Spanish and then I must translate it 🥲, without further ado. Enjoy...
This is the story of a girl who, due to a tragedy, is dragged into a world full of evil, manipulation and death in which you must kill or be killed, When she is recruited into 'The Red', a crime system that covers an entire country and is responsible for training the little ones to become weapons in their arsenal.
With each part I will be revealing how this world works and who is who but for now, welcome to 'The Mirror' And to the world of shadows.
They had returned from a meeting at one of her aunts' house, a woman with loud laughter and out of place comments. Laura still had a smile on her mouth from all the funny things they had said while her 5-year-old brother was dozing on her shoulder and the 3-year-old was trying to stand in the back seat of the car.
They entered their house and as soon as they opened the door the children ran like a race towards their room while their father laughed and her mother snorted, smiling.
"My God," she murmured as she walked into the house, joining her and her father behind them.
The door closed and Laura sighed dramatically:
"Always the children."
Her father laughed.
"Look Who's talking" She laughed mischievously and went to her room to change.
"Put the clothes where they belong!" - shouted her mother, going down the hallway in front of her room to go to hers.
The two oldest shouted ok and the youngest imitated them. Laura organized it the other way around anyway, placing the pants where the shirts went and the shirts where the pants went, and put on her pajamas.
She went to her brothers' room, which was in the middle of the hallway, and saw how one was hanging by his feet from the top bed of the bunk bed and the other was standing on the bottom bed.
-What are you doing? -she asked.
-playing. - answered the one who was upside down.
- It's time to sleep.
- Boring - the littlest one shouted, pointing a finger at her.
She stuck out her tongue at him and the one who was upside down shouted:
- Mom, Laura stuck her tongue out at us! Laura looked at him, feeling betrayed.
“Liar!” she replied.
-Of course not! -the youngest one Shouted.
Her father came to the room knocking on the open door.
-What's going on here?? It's late and it's time to sleep.
"Ha," Laura said triumphantly and her brother looked at her, upset.
"Now," her father scolded them before they started fighting again. - Lau, go to your room, say goodbye to your brothers.
She didn't want to, but she obeyed, saying goodbye to them and then asking her parents for a blessing before going to bed.
She could never find out what she thought, while she was lying there, what she was thinking about while the lights were turned off and everyone went to sleep, before she heard the sound of breaking glass, before she could hear footsteps down the hallway and see a giant shadow looming over her...
Laura woke up with a gasp, suddenly, bathed in sweat and panting as if he had been running instead of sleeping. Small fragments of the dream/memory passed through her mind making hee stomach turn to the point that She had to get out of bed and drink water from the small refrigerator she had to calm down.
She closed her eyes for a few seconds, searching in vain for the images to dissolve so she could sleep a few more hours and delay that shitty day a little, but it was impossible, her mind was already active.
She didn't often like to think about her past, it was the biggest, darkest mark she carried on her heart, the few days she felt like she had one, but there were days when it just passed, there was no place to run from her, own memory so she was just trying to survive the day. Or in this case the night.
Laura sighed tiredly and looked at the time on her phone: 5:06 in the morning, which explained why the room was still partially dark.
It wasn't such a bad time, or that was what she tried to convince herself as she went to the bathroom that included the hotel room to brush her teeth and pee. She came out, running her hands over her face and hair (which had become a nest) when she heard a noise from the entrance door, instinctively, Laura took the gun she had next to her pillow and pointed it towards the exit, dominated by training and the nerves that that damn dream had left her with.
The door opened and the shadow of an arm passed along the adjacent wall to turn the light on and off.
Laura let out the breath she was holding by lowering the gun and her head, she really was starting out in a very bad state of mind that day. With the barrel of the gun, locked again, she hit the refrigerator twice and Andres entered the room.
He had his hair messy and his pajamas (The most casual clothes he wore in general) on, she could only see him well because of the light coming from the bathroom since she had not yet opened the curtains and was still in denial of the fact that she would not sleep anymore. He moved a little closer so she could see his hands as she sat back down on the bed, leaving the gun in thw refrigerator.
"What happened?" -He asked with signs, confusion and concern visible in his eyes.
"Bad dream" she replied.
He nodded, lowering his gaze, then spoke to her again:
"You fell off the bed?"
She frowned.
-What makes you think I fell out of bed?
"I heard a knock"
-Are you losing your hearing now?
He looked at her with no expression on his face before answering.
"No more than you your sanity"
She sighed laughing.
-Good one.
He came over and sat some distance away from her, in the bed.
"I learned from the best"
She smiled.
"Obviously I'm the best."
He raised an eyebrow.
"When did I say it was you?"
She looked at him impressed.
-ok you're playing dirty, respect for that
He laughed silently and they both stayed for a while in a comfortable silence, trying to absorb as much peace as they could before starting to work.
Their bubble burst when their phones rang with the arrival of a message:
*He's going to be at the pool area at 8*
It was computer scientist on the team.
Laura sighed heavily, feeling as if her shoulders were sinking, the peace had not lasted long, she knew that even if they were 3 hours away, anxiety was going to set in from that moment.
Andres patted her leg twice and got out of bed.
"Come down to breakfast"
"I'm not going to be able to"-she felt like she would throw up everything.
"The session is in the afternoon" - he pointed out with a serious gesture.
"It doesn't matter... that man is already a living dead since they put a scope on him"
He took a deep breath, he knew she was right and also how much those types of missions cost, but while she handled it in a sullen manner, he handled it in the most practical way possible, food, preparation and planning, until the weight of what he did fell on hin, she carried that weight from the beginning of the day.
"Just... Eat breakfast at least, please"
She pressed her lips into a line without saying anything for a few seconds until finally nodded her head.
Andres approached her and planted a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room.
It was a gesture they had had since they knew each other, probably the only emotional physical contact they had, when Laura had found him crying after a mission, when he was only 16 years old, when she discovered that the pran's son suffered the consequences of the system too, when She discovered that in one way or another you were paying for what you did as a murderer on the Net, and when she knew that she was not hopelessly alone in that hell.
Clinging to the warmth of his presence in her life, and trying to ignore the phantom memory that continued to haunt her mind, Laura stood up to prepare to kill someone.
ªªª i can't believe i just finished a part 😆😆😆😆 hope You like it 🫶🫶🫶
And thanks if you made it this far ❤️
#writting#writing#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#writeblr#stories#first part#laura's story#ªc writting
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If you want to abolish psychiatry, what alternative would you like to see for people that do need help?
I'm not looking for an argument or anything, I'm just sincerely curious :)
eh. you'll have to forgive me if my answer is not what you wanted but a) i have lots of thoughts and very few words to express them (especially english words), b) i'm just a dude who read a few books, talked to a few people and had very unpleasant encounters with the psychiatric system while there are people out there who spent their whole life organizing, writing about their experience, compiling testimonies, etc. and c) that question is a bit vague. so here is a small collection of texts (compiled by a french antipsychiatry activist) in english, discussing alternatives to the current psychiatric system. some of those have been written by mad activists and psych survivors but others are from prison and police abolitionists, because in the end, we are fighting the same fight. some of those alternatives are very practical and within anyone's reach (i do think anyone can learn the basics of de-escalation and psychological first aid) but others are more political (like drug decriminalization) and/or require external funding (like peer respite/drop-in centers). it'll give you an overview of what i (and most other mad activists i know) want short and long term.
(hopefully links work on this website)
i'll add : i don't believe psych abolition will work without the abolition of prison, police, and imperialist armed forces, nor without the abolition of capitalism (that is not to say i believe mental health crisis doesn't exist in a world where every person's basic needs (housing, food, water, education and healthcare) are guaranteed, where new systems of accountability exist that center and support trauma survivors rather than incarceration, where profit is not the ultimate goal, etc. but trying to implement solutions while ignoring the impact of our current system on mental health is stupid). so in the end, those should also be on my list of alternatives lol.
(sorry for the delayed response, i had to wait to have access to my laptop)
#asks#antipsychiatry#uh idk#you can come back if you have questions but again#i'm just some dude#even on tumblr you'll find more eloquent than me on this topic
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I'm a tumblr virgin...
I'm nervously posting here for the first time... I've been posting on AO3 for a while, but I've recently become more of a tumblr girl and thought I'd see what kind of traction I can get here. I included a link to my AO3 story (I think...? help!) but posting the first chapter here.
If this seems like a good new home for me, I'll post the rest and the new things I've been working on.
Seriously... send help and kindness... I don't know how to use this thing...
FLIGHT 1311
Chris Evans x OFC
Part 1
“Attention passengers of Flight 1311: unfortunately, the mechanics are still working on the aircraft and anticipate another hour before we can safely board. We apologize for the inconvenience. Please see the ticketing counter if you wish to try to reschedule your flight.”
Harriet slumped in her seat, not bothering to glance at her phone. It was already past midnight in Boston; she didn’t bother to call or text an update. Everyone who needed to know was already asleep. She pulled her hoodie up over her head and held her head in her hands, her elbows on her knees. It wasn’t long before tears were rolling down her face; trying to cry quietly in a crowded airport gate was no small feat. She’d been lucky to find a seat in the corner, away from the loud talkers and groups of drunk passengers getting more drunk with each delay. She heard the tell-tale squeak of the chair next to her as someone sat beside her. Instinctively, she pulled her tote closer to her, trying to make more space.
When she finally felt like she’d gathered herself, she sat up and rummaged through her bag for her book, hoping to lose herself and stay distracted. While shuffling through her bag, her phone vibrated off the armrest and into the lap of the man next to her. She glanced at him, avoiding eye contact with her swollen, tear-stained eyes, and muttered “thanks” when he handed her the phone. Harriet’s favorite picture of Danny and Emily covers the screen.
“Danny, it’s late. Is everything okay?”
“Just checking on you. I saw the delay again.”
Harriet sniffled; hearing his tired voice made her feel worse, “I should never have taken this weekend away; I’m so sorry to leave you both right now.”
“We’re okay, Har, I promise,” his voice was so exhausted. She could picture the five o’clock shadow on his face and the bags under his eyes. “She’ll be okay.”
Her eyes filled with tears, “I’m so worried about her.”
Dan gave a humorless chuckle, “you and me both. But you deserved this weekend away. You do nothing but spend your time at work or hovering around Em’s hospital bed. You needed a weekend for yourself. I’m glad you took it.”
Harriet shook her head, “No, I should’ve stayed home when the new surgery popped up. I’m coming straight to the hospital from the airport. I want to see her before she goes in.”
“You won’t make it in time,” he sighed heavily, “it’s almost one here right now. If you boarded right now you still wouldn’t make it through the flight, baggage claim, and morning traffic before they took her back. Just go home, take a shower, maybe eat something, and you can wait with me after you’ve had some rest.”
Harriet sighed, “you’re probably right.”
Dan’s smile was palpable through the phone, “I’m not sure you’ve ever told me that.” He paused, and she could hear him whispering to someone before he came back on the line, “call you right back,” and he hung up.
Harriet only had a minute to panic before a Facetime call was coming through. She threw in her AirPods and hastily whipped the tears off her face, “Emmy!” Harriet cooed warmly, “how’s my best girl?”
A sleepy-looking seven year old grinned back at her, “Daddy says to tell you to relax.”
Harriet grinned, “You both know me better than that.”
“I’m nervous for tomorrow,” Emily told her, glancing up at Dan who sat beside her on the bed. Suppressing tears, Harriet kept her face calm, “You’re going to be great, babe. I’ll be there the second you wake up.”
“Do you promise?” Her timid little voice was breaking Harriet’s heart. She couldn’t form words; she knew they’d come out in a sob, so she nodded vigorously. Emily continued, “I love you.”
Harriet pulled it together long enough to say, “I’m glad I got to see your sweet face, Em. I love you so so much, and I’ll hug you tomorrow.”
Dan’s picture filled the screen and the lighting changed when he stepped into the hallway, “I woke her up when I called you and she insisted on seeing you before she went back to sleep.”
“Go back in and hug her for me, then get some sleep. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Love you.”
“Love you too. Hope you board soon.” As soon as the call disconnected, Harriet dissolved into sobs, willing herself to stay quiet and not draw attention to herself. She tucked her legs up under her and pulled her hoodie over her eyes. It took her several minutes of using every calming strategy she had to unfurl her legs and sit up straight. She was about to use the arm of her sweatshirt to wipe her eyes when the man next to her offered her a napkin.
“Thank you,” she sniffled, “sorry about this.” She forced herself to look at him, and he smiled back warmly.
“Don’t worry about it. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” Harriet nodded, “I appreciate that.”
“I just hope everything is okay,” He continued to smile, and she stared at him longer than she meant to. Realization crept through her, and she pulled her eyes away.
“It’ll be okay when we get on this stupid plane,” She forced a smile, trying not to think about how much Emily would freak out if she knew Harriet was sitting next to Captain America. “Hey,” she turned back to him, “would you mind watching my bag for a minute?”
“Yeah, take your time.” Harriet headed towards the bathroom, splashing water on her face and taking several deep breaths. Captain America had just sat next to her while she wept. Chris fucking Evans was next to her in the airport. Emily would absolutely die if she knew; Harriet debated asking him to sign something or take a picture, but she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and thought better of it. Early on in Emily’s cancer diagnosis, there had been many extended hospital stays and a desperate need for entertainment. Dan had introduced her to superhero movies, and the rest was history. At the time, she’d probably been too young to watch some of them, but now they were Emily’s go-to’s when she needed a distraction. But above all, Captain America was her absolute favorite. Harriet had spent many nights tucked into the hospital bed beside Emily watching Marvel movies.
When she got back to the seat, she whispered a “thanks” to Chris, who was reading, and settled back into her chair, still trying to decide how to approach him before he said, “my turn.” He stood up and stretched briefly, his white tee-shirt sliding up just enough to expose his firm stomach and Harriet to avert her eyes. “I’m going to check on the flight status and then get some tea; you want anything?”
She hesitated, “yeah, actually, something herbal would be great. Thank you.” He spent several minutes at the ticketing counter talking with the agent before disappearing into the Starbucks. He handed her a cup and refused her money, sitting back down beside her.
She was about to start a conversation when the gate agent came over the intercom, “We are pleased to start boarding Flight 1311 with nonstop service to Logan International. At this time, all First Class passengers are welcome to board. We also invite Miss Harriet Kelly to visit the ticketing agent at this time.”
“Me?” She asked no one in particular.
“Excuse me?” Chris asked.
“I’m Harriet Kelly,” She told him, a little dumbfounded and very exhausted.
He laughed, “I’m Chris,” he held out his hand, and she shook it, smiling, before redirecting the conversation, “Hi, but that was my name they just called. I have to go to the desk, I guess.”
Chris nodded, gathering his trash, “It was a pleasure sitting with you, Harriet. I hope everything works out in Boston,” he touched her arm lightly before walking away to throw out his trash and disappear among the other passengers.
At the ticket counter, the agent was pleasant and asked for Harriet’s ticket. Several moments of typing on her computer passed before she handed Harriet a different ticket, “You’re all set, Miss Kelly.”
“I’m sorry,” Harriet started, “I’m really tired. What is all set?”
“Your upgrade,” the agent smiled.
Harriet stared at her, “My what?”
“Your seat was upgraded to First Class. Lucky you,” she grinned at Harriet.
“Are you sure? Mine? How? Why?”
The agent shook her head, her smile faltering, and Harriet regrouped, “I’m sorry, that’s not your problem,” Harriet picked up the ticket and her tea, “I bet you don’t get this reaction about a first-class upgrade very often.”
She laughed and shook her head, “Not usually. Have a good flight, Miss Kelly.” Harriet stepped away from the counter and looked at the ticket: Seat 2A FIRST CLASS in large letters. She hesitantly slid into line behind the rest of the first-class passengers, waiting for someone to jump out and yell, “JUST KIDDING!”
As she approached the gate agent, she noticed Chris standing against the windows, sipping his tea and scanning his phone. She stared at him, waiting for him to feel her eyes.
When he looked up, he grinned and raised his cup to salute her, “enjoy the comforts of First Class, Harriet.”
#chris evans#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans x ofc#chris evans fic#cevans#chris evans fanfic#chris evans fan fiction#chris evans x original female character
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Hello!! I read your response to the helplessness ask and realised that I understood the bare minimum of what was said, because I don't know much about politics. While I have my being young (I'm 16) to pay for as an excuse I want to learn more especially what with everything happening in the fandom and in the world. The website you linked was extremely helpful but with politics having so many faces and ways in I'm not sure where to start. (1/2)
And by politics I mean both in UK and US because that seems like the two most prominent ones atm. Do you have any recommendations or advice and will you be willing to share how you started off and how you spread your knowledge on the subject?? Love you and everything you do Clare!! (2/2)
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hi! thank you for this, and sorry for the delay in answering; I've been thinking about it for a while, trying to crystallize my thoughts. edit: ok I will confess I started answering this and then it sat in my drafts for weeks because I always forget that I have drafts. FML
so: first of all, with you being 16, I'd look into any clubs or organizations at your school that deal in politics: that could be a debate club, a Model UN, Junior States of America (I did this one lol, it presumes you are, in fact, in the US though), mock trial. while not all of these are strictly policy/politics-based, they all at least require and teach some level of research skills that are really helpful in becoming more aware of the current sociopolitical climate, and they can help you weed out logical fallacies/improve your argumentation. so, I’d really recommend getting involved with those organizations.
secondly, start. reading. the news. don’t just read headlines, but read articles—multiple about one topic, from multiple sources. media outlets, while important, all have tangible and legible biases: there are some to outright avoid, but even those that advertise themselves as ‘unbiased’ (side eye) should be checked against other outlets. I am, it must be stated, a massive Teen Vogue stan, and not just because I have friends that work there, lol. they’ve really done amazing work in liberating news reporting from corporate hegemony (as best as a sub-organization of a Conde Nast can) and I align particularly with their value systems and codes of ethics. so that’s a great publication!
third, and this is something I really want to stress, the US and UK should not be the focus of your sociopolitical learning. that is Western propagandizing that will narrow your education and your understanding of the world. I get that it’s easy to fall into that as a resident of one of those countries, but it’s really dangerous to ignore how those countries are affected by international policy. it is so, SO worth it to learn about countries all over the world: their politics are just as valuable, just as worthy of interrogation and analysis, as any western political ‘superpower.’ I learned more about the United States when studying its intervention in Latin America than I did through my History of American Warfare lecture, for sure.
fourth: look into local organizations! do you live in an industry town? there are most likely unions that need organizers and volunteers! are there reproductive health centers that need help? seek them out! is there a mutual aid fund you can contribute to in your immediate area? google it! you never know what you might find right in your town.
fifth: read histories! take history classes! I know this will sound biased given that I studied history at university, but I cannot stress to you enough the value and the knowledge gained from studying different periods of history. and not just meaningless facts and abstract concepts, but skills and transhistorical themes that will help you understand the world today.
some of my go-to intro books on social justice issues/history/culture that, while many are US-focused, will absolutely help in cultivating a larger sociopolitical foundation:*
-Women, Race, and Class by Angela Davis
-The New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander
-Pedagogy of the Oppressed by Paulo Freire
-Ain’t I A Woman by bell hooks
-Discipline and Punish by Michel Foucault
-Night by Elie Wiesel
-From #BlackLivesMatter to Black Liberation by Keeyanga-Yamahtta Taylor
-Slouching Toward Bethlehem by Joan Didion
-The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin
-Gender Explorers by Juno Roche (this is a rec from a friend, I have not yet read myself but I’ve heard great things!)
-Discourse on Colonialism by Aimé Césaire
-Stonewall: The Definitive Story of the LGBTQ Right Uprising that Changed America by Martin Duberman
hope this helps! but most of all, be kind to yourself and your process: revolutionary work should be done, first and foremost, out of love. love for people, for a better world, for a future that’s worth fighting for. take care of yourself and give yourself space to learn!
happy reading!
*these are just the recommendations I can think of right now! I am not a perfect source! there are so many more books and histories out there that I’m sure can be helpful!
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Mary Plays Pokemon Gaia - Part I: the beginning [Reposted from Twitter]
Hi! I'm @miyamoris and this is my blog for essays, let's plays and other more thought-out posts and conversations. To kick off the blogging, I'm bringing my Pokemon Gaia playthrough, styled after forums screenshot let's plays. (I'm not a video person. Sorry!)
I started this playthrough two years ago - it's hardly a long game but took me a while to finish it for... reasons. The first posts are reproductions from the original Twitter threads that I'd rather archive somewhere more reliable. The only thing I'll change is formatting so they flow better as blog posts. It's very likely the posterior updates will look different in style - instead of posting as I play like I did before, I have already finished the game and took a bunch of screenshots to organize while memory is still fresh. This is the first time I post let's plays on tumblr so I'm still discovering what works better.
For those who doesn't know, Pokemon Gaia is a Pokemon FireRed romhack created by Spherical Ice. Right now it's completed up to the Elite Four and thecomplete game with post-game and all is currently being overhauled as a Emerald hack. This hack is pretty popular for getting the exact feel of an official pokemon game plus some impressive technical achievements like perfectly reproducing the Mega Evolution system from gen VI into a 3rd gen rom.
Without more delays, let's begin. Enjoy!
[Original Thread]
let's goooo
-> #maryplaysgaia for my organizing and your muting convenience
Right off the bat, I already like the player sprite - it's visibly drawing from the FRLG sprite but it's well-done.
The Orbtus region map - the game seems to revolve strongly around archaeology (the professor in the intro says he's an archaeologist (typed it right on the first try!)) so it's unsurprising to find a lot of caves and ruins there.
Running shoes before even getting a starter! lovely game!!
I won't do a whole let's play-like thread summarizing every game bit but I'll try to keep threading the most notable game moments and whatever observation I have.
REALLY LOVELY GAME though tbh I am not sure if we even have gyms in this region
So for now an iffy lady asked back a book I got from the library, there's a lot involving earthquakes and instead of getting a mon in a lab, you meet the professor in a library.
Okay this is funny
The starters are 4th gen starters - this game has up to 6th gen mons and mechanics (updated type chart, physical/special split etc.)
Empoleon is easily my fave among those so I'm grabbing piplup. they tell you their nature right once you chose them too.
- there's no rival battle for now, it seems
- you don't see the exact pokemon IVs but they give you an idea how well the mon is faring there
...and yeah I ended up picking another piplup cause those E's were grating me. look, it only took five minutes.
Rival battles you (another neat sprite) after you talk to the professor and get a bunch of stuff and instructions. which is cool to me, cause I just got a neat taillow.😎
NOT CALM NATURE COME ON
Okay so there's the professor asking teens to help him investigate fucking earthquakes and a subquest about a missing weedle and I just got into this special room with a clefairy boss??
Girlboss team!
YOOOOOO
Ariados isn't too good but I could do a few things with this one in the early game.
Early game team: done ✅though I expect a few of these to stick around beyond that.
I just realized I've been writing this thread for nearly two hours and it's lacking a better overview of the game so:
- You're travelling through a region where an ancient civilization was supposedly wiped by earthquakes
- There are tremors happening again now so you're working with this region's ProfessorTM to investigate it. Your rival is very the May/Brandon 3rd gen type of rival (assistant that is pretty chill)
(Thread content will continue on the next post. Apparently tumblr does not want me to post more than 30 images. Ah well!)
#Mary plays Pokemon Gaia#Pokemon#Pokemon Gaia#Screenshot let's play#pokemon rom hack#romhacks#Let's Plays tag
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Hey! I’m just coming around to say i’ve just finished reading A Mother to Both and I loved it!
I don’t write near as good as you, so I am unable to put in words all the things I’ve loved about it without sounding too dumb but i’m gonna try
I’m gonna start just by saying i saw an evolution in the way Shelby handle crisis. Like, in the first work, she had both Quinn and Beth needing attention (when Quinn met her sister) and though she needed to get to Beth first since she is a baby, she could have explained that to Quinn so she didn’t feel rejected or anything (even if Quinn was in trouble that time)
However, this time around, when there was a crisis, and she had to handle Quinn and Rachel and her fathers at the same time as well, she managed to situate Quinn on what was happening, and why she had to go over to the Berry’s house, leaving Quinn at her grandfather’s. I thought that was a nice touch of Shelby recognizing one of Quinn worst fears, of being abandoned again, and even if Quinn is in trouble, or has to prioritize something else for the moment, this doesn’t mean she loves Quinn any less.
I also loved the parallel between the first and the last chapter with Rachel jumping on Quinn, and the hug between then showing something along the lines of ‘yes we are family’ and ‘yes, let’s try and be friends then’
Sorry for the rant lol. Stories about families always hit my soft spot (especially when they’re with characters I love so much). So thank you for continuing to publish stories on families for so long, I really appreciate it.
And while I was here, I was wondering, is there anything you cut from this story? Any scenes that didn’t make it, or something you changed it up?
Have a nice weekend!
Oh my goodness! Thank you. You have made my day! And I’m so sorry for the delay in replying, I was on vacation and no cell service.
I didn’t even think about the fact that Shelby has grown in her parenting. I was letting them do their thing and I did want Shelby to pick up on Quinn’s real reason for the behavior. But you’re absolutely right, she took the time here to explain to Quinn. She still slipped up a bit with poor Q thinking she was going to be spanked all day and then it never happened. It’s an ongoing learning curve for sure! 😅
And YES! I thought the parallel was hilarious. I didn’t actually plan for R to tackle Q again but it came up organically. I just wanted R to hug Q and to have that parallel gossip going through the school—Rachel Berry slushied Quinn Fabray/Rachel Berry was hugging Quinn Fabray.
I started writing the story originally with it being like 7 weeks after the first story ends (so mid-February in-story). But I couldn’t figure out how to get it moving. My wife actually suggested restarting and having it begin at the first day back to school. Then it evolved into what it became. And honestly I’m glad it did. I love the dramatic-ness of it. It’s so very Rachel.
I’ve got ideas for what I want to happen next. I want to show Rachel and Shelby’s first outing together (maybe a bit of Quinn jealousy at that—they’re both grounded and only Rachel is allowed to go out). I thought it would be sweet if S comes home from her day with Rachel and watches a movie with Quinn to give her something special. She wouldn’t let Q out of the house but this is something special that she gets her mama’s undivided attention for.
I want Quinn to come down with a cold or the flu. I’d really like for Rachel to be over and overhear Quinn being spanked. Of course no one knows she’s listening in. But then R will be jealous bc Shelby doesn’t parent her and lets her get away with everything. Meanwhile Q is jealous that R can do whatever she wants without repercussions.
My wife wants a story where Rachel gets snowed in at Shelby’s and S tells her she can sleep in Quinn’s room. Q will balk and be argumentative. Why does she get my room? There’s couches. Why do I have to give up my space? Shelby hushes her and says she’ll sleep with her, thinking her and R aren’t close enough yet, she doesn’t want to make R uncomfortable by saying sleep in my room with me. Q is used to it. R is then jealous that she’s not asked to stay with her mom.
I’ve had an idea too where Quinn takes the blame for something that Rachel has done and Shelby sends Q upstairs with a wooden spoon (whatever it is is something that Q has done before so S thinks it’s a repeat offense). Shelby will of course find out the truth afterwards and sits both girls down to explain to Rachel that had she confessed at the beginning, she would have faced a simple hand spanking. But bc she let Q take the fall, she’s going to get the exact same spanking that Quinn did. And Quinn learns that lying to mom only gets her into trouble.
#asks#glee fanfic#glee au#Daughters#daughters series#Shelby raising her girls#Shelby#Rachel#Quinn#A Mother To Both
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dark chocolate
♧ character: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.
♧ warnings: au [omegaverse], heat, mentioned abilities and cigarettes, rough sex, hair pulling, oral, spanking, creampie, marks/hickeys, daddy kink, size kink, curse words.
♧ synopsis: his scent is dark chocolate mixed with cigarettes which maddening you. every your heat occurs distraught: sex-rest-sex. the situation is deteriorating if toji has his heat too, and it seems both you're going to have blazing heat because his scent is getting stronger.
toji is a fucking teaser: he didn't tell you that he was summoned as an experienced sorcerer killer. he knew you don't like his way to earn money, but still, you're by his side, baking him buns and please him at the night. you aren't having the toxic or abusive relationship with toji, just the thought he's killing a sorcerer somewhere far beyond a house, makes you crunch fingers. you told him you'll leave him if he won't stop doing his job, but he apologies with his tongue, and every time you forgive him.
your heat overwhelmed you spontaneously - you were baking lemon cake, specially for your lover, when your felt how the fever spread all over your body, covered every inch, and down there you felt how you became wet. your lover is gone - where the hell is he when you're needy for his pulsing dick in your dripping cunt? you turned off the oven, making small steps leading to the bedroom for his shirt.
you hate him so much right now: your heat happens every three months and it's time to have an unforgettable weekend with him. thanks to his work, he's far away from you; however, your estrus won't stop because your alfa had gone.
his fingers, his dick, you're a pathetic girl who desperately wants to smell the pungent scent of his man, feeling his throbbing dick inside your cunt, let him literally rip your uterus with his cock. you would reply: 'go ahead, fuck me that in the morning i will feel pervasive pain between my legs'
you rolled down the wall, sniffing his black shirt, remembering toji's muscular upper body, mostly abs, shines through the fabric of his clothes. his sweatpants outlining flaccid dick, although you didn't call it flaccid, but hard as rock cock.
that cock is sticks out from the fabric, those abs and biceps of his - you're dripping without your heat. his scent is dark chocolate mixed with cigarettes, especially the last one scent isn't it enough for you to become a huge mess?
'open your mouth, daddy will spit in your mouth'
who are you to disobey the simple order? your hands are tied up with his tie behind a back, you're sitting on your knees, sopping and needy for his tongue or fingers in your pussy now, but toji is teasing you until you'll be begging him.
'yes, daddy'
you opened your mouth, stick out a tongue, feeling his long fingers on your cheeks and his saliva in your mouth. you could swear to god it tastes like dark chocolate.
smelling his clothes while you've been necessitous for his dick sucks, although you've got no alternative for now, except for masturbating yourself. you reached down to pull aside the panties when you smell that scent. those forceful smells of his are overwhelming the bedroom, forcing your peachy scent to discover.
'don't you dare touch yourself, you're little whore'
you flinched, automatically removing your hand from panties. he's all wet, could bet he has been sweating since he left the house. toji is exhaling loud, probably lost his breath in the battle or while he was rushing to you. his olfactory organ could sniff out your peachy scent of heat far away from the place you're: his heat certainly took him suddenly as yours.
't-toji?'
'you know my name, peachy'
his damn it shirt silhouetting his torso, in addition, the fewer force his body to swear emits his smell became more piquant. damn his fucking handsome body and scent - if you won't have his dick, you would cry.
'daddy, please' you said almost crying, spreading apart your legs. so malleable, vulnerable, and poor for your alfa - the way you're lost in his smell makes him groaned, stood on his knees. if he has been on his first rut, he could barely control himself at the sight of your face: in your eyes are reading lust and debauchery, you're still squeezing his shirt, hoping it may helps you cum. leaning your legs on his muscular shoulders, toji left soft kisses on your ankles, unable to hold back himself, he ripped your panties, ogling at the abundance of your natural lubricant, licking his lips.
'i'm sorry, princess, i should've left you alone with your heat..' he pulls your cunt closer to his face, burying his nose in your crotch. fushigoru's sight changed to the deep and insatiable, knowing you won't fight back, completely haggard of the thoughts and desire. '..i don't think i'll go easy on you' he stood up with you on his shoulders, throwing you on the bed.
'you know how much daddy adores when you squirt on his face, baby girl, so don't hold back'
his-fucking-long-tongue. the tip of the tongue is playing with the clit whilst fingers are running over your hips. he's trying his best to prepare you for the fat cock, not ripping your cunt as it was the last time. toji's amorous attitude towards your clit and pussy, making you squeeze the sheet with your little fists, arching the back, getting lost in the pleasure. your eyes are rolling from the delight he puts you in, not be able to regulate your vocal and orgasm, you gave him what he has been asking for with an oblong moan.
'not enough, princess, give me your juices'
new orgasm is building up again, thanks to his masterpiece tongue - he plays with a sensitive spot and licking your entrance, switching the pace from the sluggish to the aggressive, makes you twitch and squirm over the bed. being soft for toji is something new - he would rather fuck you 'till you're verbatim screaming the safe word and begging to have a rest.
'give that, slut!' sorcerer screamed, burying his mouth deeper in your crotch, eating you out. his scent, his low voice, his tongue and fingers, his probably throbbing cock that wants to feel your cunt it all makes do his order, not even trying to delay it: you abundantly squirt on his face, watching at him. he licked lips, taking off his clothes. your legs are shaking, but the excitation didn't quench, conversely, the desire to feel his thick cock is growing.
'look down at my cock, aren't you being needy for it?'
the head is red because of blood that is there since the battle or since he started to lick you? toji's smears the precum on the tip of the cock, getting a contraceptive out of nowhere, putting on protection, pulls his ankles on his shoulder, leading closer to your face. he kisses you deeply, using a tongue to play with yours, mingling your saliva together, biting your lower lip. you're burying hands into his black hair, ruffling and pulling back, whimpering into the kiss. he presses the head at your entrance, biting your neck. notwithstanding he has been preparing you, his cock is large for you.
'your so tight, slut' with an unexpected move, he put his dick inside your uterus, burying it in, staring at your precious face. evidently, you didn't expect he would pull it inside quickly; your eyes widened, exhaling a whimper. toji couldn't persist, but embed a tongue in your mouth. he placed both of his hands between your head, detached from you, to ogle from the top at your ahegao. clapping and squishy are filling the room - his balls slapping against your ass making such sounds.
'kitten, fuck-' his low voice with echo distributed over the room, tilting his head back, accelerating the pace. 'i'm gonna slap your ass five times and will cum on my dick, got it, slut?'
praising and degrading you, squeezing the sheet with those strong palms, attempting to delay the orgasm until you do a creampie.
'one' sonorous sound made you squirm, but his hands give you none possibility of slipping away from flogging. 'two' toji's sturdy palm smack the same butt cheek, looking into your eyes. you're avoiding catching his sight, because, fuck, one look at his wet and gorgeous face and you will cum immediately. 'three, baby girl' you lost in the pain and delight, eyes closed tight, waiting for the last slap to give a creampie.
'fuck, four' he growled in your ear, increasing the tempo. the concupiscent and desire are managing him - he licked your neck first, before bite through your soft skin on neck, mixing your scent together, giving you a label for other boys. it's screaming - she's mine, fuck off, bastards.
'god, i'm cumming, princess, cum with me, cum with me!' toji's bass voice in conjunction with his thick cock released a creampie, finishing inside the condom. as soon as his hot semen was in the contraceptive, he pulled his cock out of your wet pussy, throw it at the basket near the bed.
'come closer, princess'
toji laid down on the pillows, pull you on his chest, rubbing your back softly, kissing your hair. both of you are breathing heavily, trying to regain the breath. he put his land on your cheek, giving you a thankful kiss on your lips.
'wanna take a bath?'
'only if you take me to the bathroom'
toji smiles, catching his breath. the heat isn't gone: you have a couple of hours to get a snack and wash your bodies before proceeding to the second round.
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i don't know if you love oneshots with toji [i mean love him as a character], if yes - i'll do the part two with the punshiment + aftercare. let say, three hundred notes? cause, yeah, he's kinda bad, but his body.. i'm simp. :3
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