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ln444 · 6 months

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✩ moonlight

summary: oscar never realized how much he got used to your company until you're miles away from him.

cw: f!reader, fluff, smut, dirtytalking, oral (f), fingering, oscar is crazy in love:(.

now playing: moonlight by ariana grande

requested my anon

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six weeks. six long and lonely weeks since you been away from oscar. the empty side of the bed, the lonely nights clutching your pillow instead of him, it felt like you became too familiar to it. and you hate it. sure, it's not the first time that you're apart due to his f1 commitments, but it had never lasted that long. usually, you always find a way to join him during the grand prix, to support him and share his world, but this time was different, you needed to stay here in australia to get some things done.

the fact that you couldn't make it to the races made a gnawing sensation grow in your stomach. but today was finally the day, the day he come back for a precious week before diving back into his f1 driver life — with you by his side this time.

every minute spent apart from oscar felt like an eternity, and you couldn't bear to miss a single moment of his time back home. so you decided to meet him at the airport. the anticipation built as the minutes ticked away, making your heart race with a mix of excitement and impatience.

the moment oscar appears, the world faded into the background. there were no greetings, no words exchanged; you just fall into each other's arms, holding each other as if there is no tomorrow.

as you pull away, your eyes meets his and you exchange a loving and long gaze. a smile appears on both of your lips and you don't even need words to understand each other. just the sparks in his eyes makes you understand how much he missed you. oscar's hands cup your cheeks, caressing them, it's like he wanted to make sure that you're real, that you're here with him.

your lips meets in a kiss that contain all the longing and love you've been storing up during your time apart. the kiss is slow and gentle, you're tenderly exploring of each other's mouths and you can feel the butterflies explode in your stomach. it seems like the world around you fade away as the kiss deepen, full of hunger.

oscar's hands found a way to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. your bodies fits like missing puzzle pieces and the kiss become more urgent, as you could never get enough of each other.

out of breath and after what felt like an eternity, you finally pull away and your eyes meets his again, the sparks in it brighter than before. you can't help but smile, your hands sliding in his messy hair, trying to adjust it.

"i missed you", he places a kiss on your nose, "so much, baby". your smile grows bigger and you plant a sweet peck on his lips, "i missed you more" you whisper against his kissed lips before sliding your hand in his, intertwining your fingers, "let's get you home, babe"

the way home was filled with silly stories and laughs, accompanied by stolen kisses while oscar kept his eyes on the road. when you finally made it in the apartment that you and oscar shared, you could feel the heavy weight on your heart beginning to lift and the discomfort in your stomach has been replaced by the warmth of oscar's presence.

oscar messily throw his stuff in the corner of your shared bedroom. he just have one thought in mind right now; holding you as close as he can for as long as he can. so, with a tug on your waist, he fall backward onto the bed, pulling you down with him. he gazes as you with intensity, taking time to examine every details of your face, as if he wanted to paint them in his brain forever.

"god, you look even more beautiful than when i left," he murmured, and you couldn't help but blush, your cheeks warming with a rush of affection. without hesitation, you leaned in to capture his lips in a tender kiss. oscar's hands slid instinctively beneath your shirt, sending shivers directly down your spine. it's like oscar was discovering your body all over again, his hands exploring every inch of your stomach, chest, and back, making you whimper through the kiss, which had now become far more intense.

oscar never truly understood the depth of his love for you until these weeks without you. he didn't realize how much he cherishes having you by his side every day, with the joy of your smile constantly brightening his days. he treasure the way you always make sure that he's okay, that he's sleeping and eating well. how you always make sure that he feels loved and happy. every little habits of yours, endearing or not, was something that oscar adores. he loves everything about you. maybe being apart for a while had his advantages because oscar finally realized that he's crazy in love with you.

lost in his thoughts, oscar doesn't even notice that you're now both naked. you look at him, a bit puzzled and concerned, your hand stroking softly his cheek. "hey, you're okay, baby?" you ask softly, a little out of breath from the intense make out session. your question remains unanswered, oscar is too captivated, gazing at you as though you hold the entire universe in your eyes.

"i love you" he suddenly says, his chest filled with all sort of overwhelming emotions. your eyes widen, a sudden wave of emotion washing over your entire body. you can't help but lose yourself into oscar's eyes, which are so sincere and tender that your heart feels like it could burst out of your chest at any moment.

"oscar... i..." you whisper hesitantly, the words getting stuck in your throat due to the overwhelming feelings traveling your body. but as soon as you feel oscar's body tense beneath yours and his look changing, you immediately panic and grab his face. you give him the softest look you can, filling it with all the adoration you have for him, saying "i love you, so much".

without any words, oscar pulls you for an hungry kiss, his hands firmly placed on your waist so he can pull you as close as he can. as you moan through the kiss, oscar seized the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, and your two tongues began to dance in perfect harmony. the kiss feels so different, a whole new feeling filling both of your body and it just makes you crave for more.

his lips leaves yours, traveling your jawline to end up on your neck that he start to mark, gently sucking and kissing your skin. the continuous whimpers coming out of your mouth encourages him to go further; his fingers finds your nipples, playing with them. like it's not already enough for you, his mouth joins his fingers, making you a moan mess and your hands slid into his curls.

"oscar..." you whine, looking down at him and he looks back, his lips ghosting your nipple. "what is it, baby?", he knows exactly what you want but he wants to hear you say it. "please..." you pout, your grip on his hair getting slightly firmer. "use your words", his tone is so soft but yet so authoritarian. oscar loves how you missed him and his touch, feeling so wanted by the person he loves create a new sensation inside him that feels so exciting.

"oscar! please stop teasing" you groan softly and he chuckles, kissing both of your nipples and he doesn't hesitate to take his sweet time to get to your core, he even stops to admire it and then his eyes goes back to yours, "fuck, i missed your pussy so much", you can't help but blush, and your thighs instinctively closes. you break the eye contact to throw your head backward and oscar just smirks. he will never get over the effet he has on you, enjoying every single second of it.

"eyes on me, sweetheart" after making sure that you're looking and that your legs are opened for him, he doesn't waste any more minutes and start making out with your pussy, sucking softly on your clit to taste you and a soft groan escapes from his lips, feeling overwhelmed by the missed feeling.

you, on the other side, is a literal mess, you could feel all the sensations you felt the first time he ate you out. with a hand on his hair, you arch your back, repetitively moaning his name and oscar is now completely pussy drunk. he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow and it doesn't take you long to reach your climax, not even finding the time to warn him. it didn't stop him though, his tongue keeps lapping your core, tasting you again and again, never getting enough of your pussy. he makes sure to lick you clean, not leaving any drop of your juice.

"you taste so fucking good" he groans, looking at you proudly and pulling you for a messy kiss. completely breathless and shaking from the orgasm, you try your best to kiss him back. the kiss is sloppy, both craving for more. it gets even messier when two of oscar's fingers slips inside you. you can't even keep up with the kiss, too busy trying to control your moans and the way your body shakes.

"you're feeling so good, so wet, just for me" you can feel his breath against your neck and it drives you completely insane. it's not like you didn't think about this when oscar was away, touching yourself for hours and imagining his fingers deep inside you. but, right now, it's not your imagination. everything is real; his fingers inside you, his lips on your neck, his words. just by this thought, you feel another orgasm grow in your stomach, holding tight into oscar's busy arm.

"coming... oscar!" you almost scream and oscar just keeps going, even fastening his moves to accompany you through your orgasm. he places gentle kisses all over your neck, whispering sweet words and telling you how good you are doing. it's just too much for you, your back arch as you reach your climax and you unconsciously plant your nails into oscar's skin, moaning his name a few times.

oscar leaves a few more kisses on your neck and jawline, making sure you catch your breath before going back to kissing you, softer this time. you try to transfer all of your feelings through the kiss and oscar can feel every single of it, making his heart explode in his chest. your bodies won't leave each other, like they're meant to be linked forever, fitting each other like puzzle pieces.

completely dizzy, oscar pull out to admire you, his eyes brightening and he's completely dazzled by you. "i want to make love to you" he whispers softly, his fingers ghosting your cheek like you're the rarest piece of art ever. you didn't even know that your heart was capable of taking that much love and affection.

"do it. i'm all yours." you whisper back, like the world around you doesn't exist anymore and it's just you two and your love. oscar can feel his chest burning from all the mixed feelings and he swears that he could go crazy just by looking at you.

with sweet touches and whispers, he makes love to you during hours, trying to make up for lost time. he doesn't hesitate to remind you how much he loves you and he missed you every time you kiss.

maybe being apart from you wasn't that bad, but oscar doesn't want you to be far from him ever again. in fact, he needs you forever.

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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hiii :з can i request domestic hcs with quackity x reader where they just moved in with each other and basically figuring stuff out about living together

idk what domestic means in this context but I don't think I wanna know

QUACKITY ; living together

summary ; you and alex finally moved in with each other and you're figuring out your new way of life

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 687

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At last, you and Alex were finally living under the same roof in Los Angeles. You were living in a studio apartment for a while, but finally upgraded to a two story house just outside the main city with your boyfriend.

Money was the first problem that you tackled beforehand, which you got sorted nice and easily. The next was unpacking and buying new furniture.

You'd already took out some loans for new furniture since both of you either didn't have some furniture, or needed to scrap the old stuff you found off eBay for a scarily low price. The trip to the closest furniture store, about three miles away, was horrifying.

You'd never been a stickler with money, but coming up not having much of it sometimes taught you a great amount about fair pricing. However, when you saw a large number, you stood there awkwardly, wondering if you could afford it or if it was even worth it. Alex was the same, but he was more comfortable spending larger amounts of money on bigger things because he understood the expenses a bit better than you did.

All in all, you probably spent about two thousand dollars at that place. You'd ended up finding some good furniture off of eBay that you could go pick up that afternoon, and found a nice and free dresser set out by the road from someone who didn't want it anymore.

The house, now a month later, was finally furnished and you were in charge of decorations while he organized the kitchen and set up the PC's and other electronics. You two hadn't been doing much other than get used to sharing a room and a bed 24/7. You ended up deciding it'd be better to save that room for something else and have your bedrooms and office combined into one. If anyone wanted to snuggle in the night, they'd go to the other person's room.

It was mostly for privacy, and so you wouldn't end up fighting or beating the shit out of each other. You both needed downtime away from each other, a perfectly normal and healthy aspect of a relationship.

The next part, after setting your desktops up and decorating your rooms and whatnot, was getting into the routine of living together and not doing everything independently. Both of you were independent and didn't need to rely on each other, a good thing, but when it came to getting groceries or going out or streaming, talking about it and making decisions together would be the next step in moving forward.

Tiger was a whole conversation in herself. Alex decided he'd take care of her litter box and you decided you'd take care of her food and water. He felt bad making you take care of his cat, but you found no problem with it considering Tiger was like your child already.

The final steps were just getting used to living with each other and boundaries that came with it.

But, over time, everything would go great.

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Quackity appreciated you bringing him food, water, or a hoodie on stream, and you did as well

Tiger walking into your streams >>>

even streaming side by side was a reoccurring thing

often times you'd play uno and have the handcam on in the corner

you'd give each other advice when editing videos and writing scripts

making dinner together with music in the background >>>

especially when he sings along/to you, good lord

you can't go a single day without cackling at each other

fighting and arguments are healthy for a relationship, but with you guys it's never serious, it's either over dumb shit you couldn't care about or you play fight with each other for laughs

sometimes he'll shout at you in Spanish to mess around and you'll stare at him like "tf are you saying"

if you do understand Spanish though, it's war

arts and crafts together go crazy

you start a little vlog channel together as well

it's run by you and he's only there sometimes but still

insta pictures of you two doing dumb shit 24/7

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #quackity oneshot #quackityhq x reader #quackity #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader #qsmp x reader

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shelltasticday · 1 year

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You know the typical scene where the Hero has to convice you to stay away from the danger, to take shelter or something? That there's no other option or no more argument about it; and then s/o pull from his plaston (chest) and kiss him on the lips, with an explosion in the background. "You better come back." They say firmly, to not cry. Rise! Turtles reaction? Think that It might be their FIRST KISS❣️

What an interesting request, anon!

For this I pictured Leo already being the leader, probably post-movie (dw, no spoilers included). Maybe whatever is going is not as big or intense, but it might be a tad too close to it happening, and so everyone is uneasy about the safety of loved ones. Also tried to make each kiss different and all, hope you enjoy!

The guys getting a ✨dramatic✨ first kiss before heading back to battle

▉ ▉ Raphael ▉ ▉

● It wasn't long after the fight took a turn for the worst that you felt being picked up. And once your brain catches up with that fact, you look up to see Raph is getting you away from the heat of battle in his arms, placing you down in a far enough place so that no enemy would target you. "(y/n), stay here, don't try anything, okay? It's getting more serious than expected and I need ya safe in case that-" You didn't let him finish

● You took advantage since he was leaning down so you'd hear him over the noise, put your hands on his shoulders and pulled him into a harsh kiss. You tried so hard to convey what you felt with it, with how you held onto him with all you had, kind of to convince yourself that you could stop him from going away… but you knew he had to go… he had to, right?

● You parted and looked him in the eye with a stern look, well, with the most stern look you could muster while trembling a bit and fighting back tears, keeping him at your height. Your heart couldn't take something like that again, not again. "You better come back, Raph! Come back safe, okay?"

● Raph on the other hand had the blankest face you've ever seen on him, one could say that you almost could hear the gears inside his head trying to process what just happened. Of everything he had thought could happen, this wasn't one, he didn't even think you could pull him like that ?? His face was red for sure, if his skin wasn't green, it would've matched his bandana…

● "RAPH!" Leo's voice broke the silence between you two, bringing Raphael to his senses. He looked away to where his brothers where fighting, then back at you, and this time, his expression was full of what you recognized as love. In his eyes a look between worry, relief, nervousness, a furrowed brow… and he had a small smile on his lips. It was conflicting, but you could see it, love

● Raph surrounded you once again with his arms, now in a tight hug. "Stay safe, I'll be careful, I promise". He patted your head gently as he heard you choking back a sob… Then he let go. Turning his back to you, he gave you one last big smile over his shoulder, before jumping away to face danger once more

● But now it was different somehow, because his heart wasn't speeding only from the adrenaline, the nervous bubble in his stomach combined with the butterflies… he felt bigger, stronger… like he could smash anything in his path if it means going back home to you. And he would… No, he will

▲▲ Leonardo ▲▲

● Battle is getting harsh and Leo stays behind the team to watch the fight from "outside" to help with his strategies. His eyes go from one side to the other, his mind coming up with ideas as fast as it can, that's when his gaze lands on you, not too far from him, trying to search for something to use as a weapon. Leo now looks back to the battle, then to you, the battle again… No, he couldn't have you risking yourself, not this time

● He rushes to be in front of you, swords ready. "Got this big pipe, it's gotta be of use, right?" you smiled at him, lifting your findings for him to see. "Let's go with the re- Leo?" you stop after meeting his eyes, he had a serious look on him, only then did you notice he stood right where he did to block your way

● "Leo, what-" you started to say but a swing of the sword froze you in place, and a portal opened behind you. "Sorry, (y/n), it's too dangerous for you" Leonardo finally spoke, and if he said something like that… you guess you can't argue much. You look back to the light blue light that will probably take you home or to the lair, you sigh and put the pipe down. However, when you rise, you keep looking down and ball your hands into fists, which worried the turtle "(y/n)?"

● You snapped your head back up, and with a swift movement, grabbed him by the chest and pulled him in for a kiss. You closed your eyes, so you couldn't see his reaction, but you heard the swords dropping to the floor, and felt hands ghosting above your back, as if unsure to hold you or not. When you part, you look at him with furrowed brows. "You better come back! Don't do something stupid, you hear me?"

● Leo tried following your lips but was stopped by your demand. If he's honest, he was feeling nervous about the fight, but his hands shake a bit for a different reason now, he stares at you, speechless for once in his life. What is he supposed to say in a moment like that? He chooses to not reply with words, rather… this time he is the one that pulls you for another one

● His goofy grin grows when he sees you being speechless, though he knows it won't last long so he rushes to say "When I get back, you owe me another!" and with that, he pushes you through the portal, closing it in a flash before anything else could happen. He stood still a second more, feeling the giddiness the kiss brought him, drinking it for a bit just before charging to battle

● He feels a bit more confident now, he has better spirits, victory is the only option if he wants to get his "reward", right? No way he's going to stop at just one though… He dashes through enemies, chiming in with a "Okay, I have something very important to get to, so let's make this quick, shall we?"

▌▌Donatello ▌▌

● You didn't even see him coming, it all happened very quickly. You got a baddie off your back in one hit but suddenly saw yourself surrounded, a circle closing in on you. Thats when Donatello dived in with his flying battle shell to scoop you up. After a few moments, however, you noticed that instead of dropping you back into battle like he sometimes does, you're being taken farer and farer away

● Once far enough, he got you both to land safely, though, before you could ask what was up, Donatello turned around and pressed something on his arm and talked into it. "Shelldon, I need you to come and take (y/n) to the lair, quickly!", you think you heard the robot responding but it was cut short with a beep that ended communication

● He spoke again, this time to you. "I need you to stay here and get back with Shelldon. Everything at the lair is ready for security, in case that-"… he couldn't get himself to say more. "Donnie?". He was moving away but you followed his steps. He wasn't speaking much, but the tone he used and the way you could see the tension in his body, you could guess he was remembering the Kraang incident.

● "Okay, I'll go" you said in a softer voice, and you saw how his shoulders dropped for a moment. You wanted to do something, it's such bad timing for it but you too didn't want to take risks you'd regret… You got closer, standing by his side, looking at the fight down and far below. A glint of purple in the sky got your atenttion and you knew right there that you didn't have much time

● You turned to look at him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Donnie, can you look at me one second?" you asked, feeling your heart beating so hard you were sure he could hear it. When he complied, you used the hand on his shoulder to pull him closer, you hesitated a bit, just enough to catch his surprised eyes staring at you before you finished what you started and landed a gentle kiss on his lips

● It was quick, although you almost felt like time stopped for that moment alone. When you parted, Donatello had such a confused look that it made you giggle. "Please come back safe" you said, now you being the one walking away, since Shelldon had arrived a few seconds before and you made your way to him. "See you at the lair!" was the last thing Donatello heard before you were whisked away

● If anybody else had been there, they would've seen how Donnie was babbling, not getting past "I- uh- uh-", finally putting a hand to his lips, did he just- no, did you just-? A moment of pause… And then, a giddy explosion, Donatello would absolutely give himself a moment to celebrate he got his first kiss, he "rides the feeling" as he says. A moment later he charges right back into battle, with new determination and something to rub in his brother's faces tell his dearest brothers once they're done with it all

⬤⬤ Mikey ⬤⬤

● Things were getting out of control, it was too much for you to handle you assessed. You mentally prepared for a hard battle when an enemy jumped at you, bracing yourself for impact you prepared what you had in your hands to strike back but, a glowing chain got to the baddie before you did

● "(y/n), you okay?" the youngest turtle asked, landing next to you and checking quickly if you had any injuries. You nodded. "Yes, thank you, Mikey! For a second I thought I was done for" you joked lightly but perhaps it wasn't a good moment for that you noticed, because his expression changed quickly to a sad and worried one

● "I'm sorry, I was joking…" but it fell on deaf ears, Mikey had already worked his chains to wrap somewhere high and you thought he'd leave you there. But no. He quickly took you by the waist, and you two went swinging fast from one point to another, until the noise of the fight was distant, only then did he let go of you

● "Listen, (y/n), you gotta stay away, okay? It's not safe for you" he spoke with his hands, moving his arms up and down indicating you to stay put. "Do I have a say in this?" you asked, crossing your arms, you could help even if just a bit… right? "Not at all, nuh-uh" he concluded shaking his head and mimicking your body language. "I've seen unsafe and trust me it is"

● You sigh. Okay, you can stay back and away, but that won't get rid of your nerves, of your worries. At least if you were there you could keep an eye on him and know he was okay, but now you wouldn't know, you wouldn't be sure until it was over, truly over… "Mikey, I need to give you something before you go" you said, getting his full atenttion. What could it be?

● You got closer, quickly slapped your hands on his face, squishing his cheeks a bit, and pulled him in for a kiss. It was a bit quick and probably not the best, but hey, you did what you could with the little to no experience you had. You parted to see Mikey's eyes were wide open, you kept him close and said "You better come back safe, Michelangelo!" You let go of him and a wide grin spread on his lips, full of giggles as he rubbed the back of his neck. Oh wow, that was- that was… great!

● He hugged you happily, allowing you two to forget the situation at hand for a second. Then, he nodded to reassure you. He got ready to jump away… oh wait, just one more thing. "Can I have another one to go?" he asks. You roll your eyes but comply, giving him a quick peck and earning a new burst of giggles. "Thanks, see ya soon, (y/n)!" and off he went swinging back to fight with all he got. As you watch him go, you swore you heard a loud and cheerful "WOOHOOO!"

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justagirlwholikesadam · 2 months

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Thank You

Johnny x FEM! Reader

Summary: Johnny finds himself in the comfort of your home after saving you.

A/n: I haven't read or seen a fanfic on him, maybe because his character is honestly a lot but I wanted to write something from the movie, Naked (1993) Mike Leigh. Enjoy-L

Warning: Johnny being Johnny, mention of rape and abuse, reader almost being SA, Johnny talks to himself, Johnny has a crush, act of stealing.

Word Count: 4K

The night was freezing more than usual and Johnny’s slim cheeks were red from the cold. His only source of warmth was the cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. He was leaning against a building trying to hide away from the harsh cold winds while watching the citizens of London walking up and down the streets.

His blue eyes pierced at whoever walked past him, they all looked happy, they all looked like they had somewhere to be unlike him. His hands shook from the cold and he placed them under his armpits trying to warm them up. It was futile, his whole body shook from the frigid air.

Shutting his eyes, he started to think about his next plan. Visiting his ex, Louise was a failure. It was pointless even after he hooked up with her roommate, Sophie. The dark haired girl, Sophie, excited him for a while. She had a pretty face and he slept with her but she caught feelings for him. That was a no go for him after Louise, he thinks being in love is pointless after she left him for a new job but he knew deep down she left him because of his ways. Cheating on her constantly and treating her badly. He realized perhaps it wasn't love. The tons of books he read that had love in it, was not the same he had for Louise. He was lonely that's why he had Louise around, he had her for the nights when he couldn't sleep and he needed something warm.

Johnny sighs to himself as he remembers Sophie following him, following his every move, telling him that she loves him and understands him. He slept with her one more time and hit her head against the arm of the couch multiple times making her understand he wasn't a good guy. A part of him, like it though. Being bigger than her but his attraction towards her turned into disgust. She didn't have any standards. Still following him around like a puppy after what he just did to her.

His stomach growled and he can’t recall when was the last time he ate. The girl from the diner was kind to him, she reminded him of a mouse. A depressed mouse, she looked so sad when he mentioned it to her. She went crazy, forcing him to leave her house after she had invited him in. He cursed at her nasty words and he felt bad for a moment, just a brief second. So now, he was out in the freezing cold and his stomach was aching for something.

His eyes shot open when he heard laughter, it was a nice sound. He can’t recollect when was the last time he actually laughed, a genuine laugh. One of those laughs that made your stomach hurt and left you out of breath.

“That’s what I told him.” You told your friend on the phone, crossing the street. Your body shivered when a gust of wind blew. In the corner of your eye you see a tall man with shaggy hair. He looked sickly and his dark clothes were blending in the night.

You nodded, a hello at him when you caught his eyes, you kept walking, telling your friend to repeat what she just said.

Johnny looks at you as you keep walking. You had seen him, Johnny is so used to being in the background, invisible to the human eyes. You had seen him and greeted him like a human with decency.

He’s been standing by the building for hours and no one had even caught his eyes. Johnny looked at them, but they would just simply ignore them and continue on. Johnny is an observer, he’s always been since he was a child. So when a man passed him, he looked at him and it didn't take Johnny long to see the man was holding a knife. He spotted it and he saw a glimmer of the steel of the knife shine under the street lamps.

He saw you stopped by the corner, waiting for the light to turn red so you could pass. You got off the phone. Tugging your bag close to your body, you stuffed your hands inside the pockets of your coat for warmth. Johnny followed the man, throwing the bud of the cigarette on the sidewalk.

Johnny’s quick on his feet, he hears the man breathing heavily. Million thoughts rushed through Johnny's head. The man was thinking of robbing you, perhaps the man was going to kill you or worse. In Johnny's eyes, you were a pretty thing and by the way that the man was following you. That man was going to do the worst thing to you. Unaware of the man coming up behind you. You started to walk across the street when the light turned.

You hear a shout and you look over your shoulder to see a man in a black puffer jacket and a beanie. His dark eyes were wide and his mouth was parted open as he stared at you. He licked his lips as he looked up and down at you. You saw the man standing by the building running behind him and wrapping his arms around the man with the knife as he shouted once more.

You gasped when you saw the knife and without a single thought you swung your purse at the man holding the knife. Johnny released the man when he saw you were about to swing.

You swung your purse at the man’s face. The man with the knife came tumbling down like a sack of potatoes on the sidewalk.

Johnny heard you shout as you swung your bag over the man’s head.

“Motherfucker! You son of a bitch!” Johnny took a step back as you kept swinging. He kicked the knife to the road before the man would wake up and grab it.

"Thank you." You told him before sliding your bag up on your shoulders. Johnny doesn't know what to say. He doesn't recall being thanked before.

The man groaned before falling unconscious on the ground. You look up at Johnny.

"Jesus, love. What you got in that bag?" Johnny asked you as you stepped back from the man on the ground.

Johnny watched as you open your bag and pulled out a glass Tupperware with a hydro flask.

"Should we call the cops? Or the ambulance?" You asked Johnny and shakes his head.

"That asshole wanted to rob you. Probably rape you and you want to call an ambulance for him?" He asked you.

"You're right. Fuck him." Johnny nodded like that response better. That piece of shit didn't deserves your kindness. You were about to walk away when you remember he was waiting by the building.

"Were you waiting for someone over there?" You asked him and he shook his head at you.

You felt bad, leaving him in the cold. He did help you, without his shout. You surely would have been dead. He was nice enough to run and wrap his arms around him to stop him.

“Do you have a place to stay?” You asked as you shivered when another gust of wind blew.

Johnny shook his head once more. “Come on then.”

Johnny doesn’t think he heard you right. His brows knitted in confusion when you turn to start walking and look over your shoulder at him.

“Come on. I’m freezing my tits off.” You said. You hear him behind you.

“I swear if you try anything. I’ll hit you so hard with my bag.” Johnny keeps looking at you. He’s walking next to you and he can see your face up close. You are absolutely beautiful, he thinks to himself. It was a short walk and he followed you into a building. Opening the glass door, you hold it out for him. Walking inside he notices there's another door.

“Excuse me.” He hears you say softly and he feels you brush against him when you take out your keys from your bag. Johnny stares down at you and you unlock the door. Opening the door, you shoot him a smile and he can’t help but smile back. It wasn’t one of those fake smiles that he always received from other people. Your smile was genuine.

“I'm just down the hall.” You tell him as you shut the door after he walks in. The inside of the building was dingy and he notices there’s a staircase to the right side of the hall. He follows you down the hall and notices the welcome mat in front of your apartment. The white paint on the door was chipping and the number of the door was hanging upside down.

Johnny doesn’t say anything. He was just grateful that he found a place to stay for the night. Somewhere warm, he didn’t want to sleep another night in the park, especially in the cold. He rubs his hands tighter for warmth as you open the door.

“Come in.” You tell him and he enters first. The lights turned on and your apartment was the complete opposite of outside the hallway. The hallway was dark and grimy, while the inside of your apartment was colorful. He steps into the room and notices a light brown couch in the middle of the room. There’s a small tv in front of it. He notices the large bookshelf next to a window.

“I’ll get started on dinner. You must be hungry.” You say walking past him, dropping your bag on the coffee table.

Removing your coat, Johnny takes note of your clothes. You wore black leggings with an oversized sweater. You turned to hang your coat and his eyes looked down to see your ass.

“You okay?” You turn to him when you realize he hasn’t spoken.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t introduce myself. I’m -.” Johnny repeats your name and looks down to see your hand is out for him to shake.

“I’m Johnny.” He says shaking your hand. You jumped when you felt how cold his hands were.

“You poor thing.” You say rubbing your hands with his to warm them up. Johnny doesn’t think he ever felt someone so warm like you. He doesn’t know why he becomes so insecure with you being so close to him.

“I’ll make you some tea or do you want coffee to warm you up?” You’re still holding his hand and you look up at him.

His eyes were so magnetic, it drew you in. The lovely shade of blue you have ever seen. He was so tall next to you and you looked down at his lips. They were chapped and he smelled like cigarettes and the cold air.

“Tea would be alright.” Johnny tells you and you pull him by the hand into the kitchen. The kitchen was small. You signal him to sit down on the dining table that only fits two. It was against the wall near the fridge.

“Can I smoke here?” He asked you as you started to turn on the stove.

“Yea.” You answered him while opening a cabinet above the stove. Johnny watched you take out an ashtray and placed it in front of him with a small smile. You move so effortlessly around the kitchen it almost looks like you were dancing. You put on the kettle after filling it up with water.

“Have you lived here all your life?” He asks you while you grab a few things from the fridge.

“No, I’ve been here for three years.” Johnny listens to you while smoking as you tell him where you are originally from.

“Did you hate it over there so much? That you had to come over here?” Johnny asked and was surprised when you weren’t shocked by his question. Not many people will tell their business to a complete stranger. You were open and you didn't seem to mind his questions.

“No, I like my hometown. I came over here for work.” You told them while beginning to cut up some vegetables.

The depressed mouse that worked in the dinner had given him a bath as well. Part of him didn’t want to take it because of what happened with the depressed mouse. He opened his mouth and she got mad and threw him out.

“A shower then?” You told him after you noticed the unsure look on his face.

“Just to warm you up. You don’t want to get sick.”

“Are you always this nice? What are you hiding? Are you making up for something you lack?” Johnny said and was waiting for a nasty reply, but it never came.

You just shrugged your shoulders at him. “ I just want you to feel comfortable in my home. After all, if you hadn't shouted I would've been dead in the middle of the street by now. I would’ve been robbed or raped.”

“If you don’t feel comfortable here. You can leave.” You tell him.

“Or stay here where it’s warm and take a shower while I finish with dinner.” Johnny looks over his shoulder as you walk to the living room.

You were right, the hot water helped him. He was leaning against the tile wall staring at it as the water washed over him. You were so kind that you turned on the water and left him a towel by the sink. He dragged his duffel bag inside the bathroom. He thinks that this will never happen again. Taking a shower two times a day. He felt like a rich man.

His stomach growls when the smell of your cooking hits him. Finishing with the shower, he dries off and gets dressed. Curiosity gets the best of him and he opens the medicine cabinet above the sink. Toothbrush, toothpaste, razors and creams are lined up on the tiny shelves. He takes the bottle of pain killer and takes one. Putting it back, he turns off the light when he walks out. Dropping his bag by the hallway, he looks at the door at the end. It must be your room.

“Johnny.” You call out for him. He walks into the kitchen and the table is set.

“You look 27 now.” You said and he smiles as he sits down. You bring him a knife and a fork over and you see him dressed with baggy pants and a light gray tee. His damp hair is brushed back and slender shoulders are at ease.

Johnny wants to moan loudly because of how delicious the food is. He looks across from you to see you cutting your chicken. The comfortable silence is back again. He doesn’t really like silence, he gets too much into his head and begins to overthink. He starts to wonder why he doesn’t when he’s with you but he wants to talk to you.

“Do you know the butterfly effect?” Johnny asked and you looked up from your plate.

You nod. “Yeah, crazy stuff.”

“Do you believe in it?” He asks and he’s surprised when you nod.

“Have you heard of the Mandela effect?” Johnny for the first time of his life, shakes his head because he doesn’t know. Johnny knows that he is educated because of all the books he has read. There’s a smile on your face and his stomach tenses up by how pretty you look and he licks his bottom lip when you begin to tell him.

“It’s like a false memory that occurs when many different people incorrectly remember the same thing. Let's say there’s an old movie and an actor says something but other people remember it differently. A word can be spelled this but there are other people who remember the word being spelled completely differently.”

“Are you serious?” You nod at him.

“I have the newspaper here. I’ll show you the article when we are done eating.” You told him excitedly.

“So I was thinking. You probably got into a fight with your girlfriend and she threw you out. Am I right?” You asked him.

Johnny remains quiet for a minute and you refill his cup with more water.

“If I say yes, what would you do?” He asked you curiously.

“Well, I’ll have to get my bag for that. I’m pretty sure if she finds out you are here with me. She’ll fight me. I'll have to be prepared. I have never been in a fight with anyone.”

“Put the Tupperware back in the cabinet, love. No one is looking for me.” Johnny said, making you chuckle as both of you kept eating.

“You have a boyfriend? Husband?” You shake your head.

“So you are lacking something?” You frown at him.

“Why do you think I’m lacking something?” You ask Johnny.

“You’re beautiful and you have no one. Do you have a third nipple or something? Something that scares all the dude.” Johnny hears you laugh and he gets quiet.

“A third nipple?” You repeat him.

“To answer your question no. I don’t have a third nipple. I’m single because I haven’t found the right person yet.” You answered him truthfully.

“What’s the right person for you?” Johnny takes a sip of his water.

“Someone you feel comfortable with after being irritated with everyone. Someone you can come home too after a shitty day and they make it all better.”

“I bet there is a line of men waiting for you.” Johnny noticed the look on your face.

“There is but they are just dogs. They want to get their dick wet and I tell them to hire a hooker.” You tell him.

“Would you hire a hooker?” Johnny asked you and you wonder why he’s asking all these questions. He’s so different from the men you met. He’s asking you all of these random questions. It felt like he was trying to make you feel uncomfortable.

“If I was a millionaire, sure why not.” You answered him, and he looked satisfied.

“Why?” You shrugged your shoulders at his question. “Hookers gotta pay bills too, right.”

Johnny nods, he continues eating. You shake your head slowly as you look at him. Johnny was different and you would’ve never talked to a man like you were talking to Johnny. You didn’t care though, you probably wouldn’t see him tomorrow.

Johnny is reading the newspaper on the couch as you showered. He read the article and he was enthralled by it. He looked at the books you had, his fingers glided across the binds of it. He hears you come out of the bathroom and he tiptoes to the hallway. He sees you wearing a towel around your wet and naked bare body. You’re walking to the bedroom and he goes back to see the books.

He came around a small desk and saw a picture. It was the same boy he saw in the picture on the fridge. The little boy was wearing overalls and had a toothless smile. He was sitting on your lap, and you were looking at the camera with your own smile. Johnny’s chest tightens at the side of the picture.

His mind wanders deep and he imagines what if that was you with his kid. He’s never thought of kids before. Never really wanted them. He doesn’t know why he’s thinking of it but the picture of you holding this kid looks so cordial to him.

“That’s my nephew and godson.” Johnny looks over his shoulder. You’re standing in the living room, barefooted with shorts and a flannel shirt. The towel is over your shoulders and you walk towards him.

“He’s cute.” Johnny said as you walked towards him and pulled out an album from the desk drawer. You give it to him. Johnny takes it and walks to the couch.

He can smell the body wash from your body and he places the album in his lap to cover his semi hard on. You sit next to Johnny on the couch and he opens the album. You pointed out family members here and there as Johnny looked through the pictures. Johnny stops at a picture of you. Without a thought, he brings his hands up and traces the outline of your face.

“It was my last day at home. This was before I came here.” You mumbled and looked over at Johnny. He meets your gaze and for a moment. No words were said, just two people staring at each other. You found him attractive and your senses came to you. You look away to take a look at the clock hanging by the wall. You pushed yourself up from the couch. Johnny stares at you as you walk past him and open the door of the small closet near the bathroom. You walk back to him with blankets and a pillow.

“Here you go.” You said and Johnny places the album on the coffee table.

“I can stay for the night.” He told you in a surprised tone.

“Well of course, that is if you like to stay over tonight.” Johnny nods.

“I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing you’re out in this cold.” You commented as you fluffed the pillow and handed it out to him.

“The tv remote is over there. Feel free to use the tv or read any books. If you’re still hungry or thirsty, help yourself in the kitchen.”

Johnny graciously grabbed the blanket from the couch you laid out. It’s the softest thing he has ever touched.

“Goodnight.” You tell him and start to walk back to your room.

“Wait!” You turn around at Johnny’s voice.

“It’s a bit early, isn’t it?” He said looking at the clock. You raise a brow at him, 11:00pm is early for him.

“We can watch a film.” Johnny said, pointing his finger at the television.

You got the feeling that he didn’t want to be alone. You knew that feeling all too well sometimes you wanted to be near someone and feel their presence. You thought about what your friends would say if you tell him about tonight obviously they will yell at you for being a complete idiot and inviting a homeless stranger to your home.

“You better not hog the blanket.” You tell him, he smiles as you walk back to the living room and sit on the couch.

Johnny wakes up by the smell of food. He yawns as he pushes himself up from the couch. He feels good, he feels well rested. He remembers watching 10 minutes of the film before shutting his eyes. The last thing he heard was your soft voice saying goodnight.

“Morning.” He looks over at the kitchen to see you frying an egg. Johnny sits up and cracks his shoulders. Pushing himself up, he walks into the kitchen.

“Sit down.” You tell him, setting him a plate on the table. He obeys and starts digging in.

“I’ll have to work soon. You have a place to go?” You asked to sit down to eat your breakfast.

Johnny's slim cheeks are puffed out with all the food he stuffed in his mouth and nods. You don’t believe it because he grabs another toast quickly from the table, shoving it in his mouth. Almost like saying he won't know when will be the last time he gets to eat like this.

Johnny got dressed after breakfast and waited for you to come out of your bedroom. He’s waiting by the door as you grab your lunch from the fridge. You don’t even notice the picture of you holding your nephew missing.

Johnny follows you out of the apartment and out of the building.

“Walk with me to my job?” You asked him and he nodded. Johnny asks what you do and he listens as you tell him.

Johnny has his duffle bag behind him as he crosses the street with you. Stopping by a large building, he looks up at it and whistles at it.

“Have fun wasting away at work.” Johnny's remarks made you roll your eyes.

“Well, a girl gotta eat, Johnny. Have to waste away for a bit.” You tell him and his eyes shine at your response.

“Bye.” You tell him and Johnny doesn’t want to say bye. He wonders if he will ever see you again. He turns around to start walking to nowhere.

“Johnny!” He hears you shouting his name and he looks over.

“Pick me up at 6:00pm. We can have dinner again if you want.” You tell him and Johnny nods. He tells you he’ll be here to pick you up.

He watches as you walk into the building and he turns around with a little pep in his step. He walks to a park and sits on a bench. Opening his duffel bag, he takes out a raggedy book, some of the pages are ripped out of the bind. He keeps it together with a rubber band. He takes it off to read it, he opens the first page and sees the picture of you with your nephew. His eyes stared at your pretty face and a warm feeling filled his chest.

He remembers the first words that came out of your mouth.

Thank you.

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I’ve been lurking around your account for a bit so may I suggest a head canon?

Caine says to Pomni that he doesn’t know what’s out there in the void, implying that he doesn’t know how to get the contestants OUT, only knowing how to let them IN the circus. He shows this when he was able to bring Pomni back from the void. I also have a feeling there’s a bigger antagonist in the background hidden, which is not Caine, since the creators of TADC confirmed it. It’d been kinda cool and sad when Caine finds out reader went into the void by accident when exploring the circus, with reader being returned to the circus safe and sound by Caine

Ooh, that's interesting! Since we still don't really know anything I can't give you any suggestions or back you up that much, but I think it's a cool theory! And I mean the Caine only being able to bring people in, because the having-a-bigger-villain part is 100% happening (surely).

I guess it might have to do with the never-ending labyrinth of offices? Like, again, I'm no theory person, but he does say about wanting to have the "exit" ready for people hence why he never showed it. But that could also be me missing an important detail and completely messing up. Because, like, that scene where he's wiggling his fingers and staring off into space didn't read like "I have to hide my surprise!" to me.

If anything, maybe he doesn't want the contestants to leave? Like, he kind of presents himself as a god of sorts, so maybe he's lonely? Sick of being stuck with NPCs? Or maybe, since he's an AI, he's been programmed to keep the humans in the digital world for as long as possible. And the exit was a testing thing for workers/whatever who needed to get out. Or maybe, just maybe, the workers couldn't actually get out, and abstracted because of it (maybe Kinger's the only remaining worker, stuck with the knowledge and memories of what happened to his coworkers--especially Queener!).

My guess for the "big bad" of the series is C&A, whatever that stands for (the corporation seen in the office segment).

As for your mention of the reader, I'm assuming you'd like me to make headcanons for a scenario in which the reader finds some portal or something to the void and nearly gets out but is sucked back into the world. I'll make that in a separate post sometime (though be warned, it won't be accurate to future canon at all).

Anyways, Pomni's face really said it all huh. She'd come so close to getting out, faced the trigger that got her stuck in the digital circus in the first place, and then next thing she knows she's stuck in the void again! I felt so bad for her. Like, she was so convinced she was gonna get out--nobody believed her either--and then she hears Caine telling the group his "exit" was an unfinished surprise! The poor woman.

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GENDERING TEDDY - a story about the evolution of mathematics, blood-stained chickens and a childhood toy that wasn't a girl or a boy

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The Babylonians developed the first written numerical system, in 3400BC Their system was base 60, which we still use today for telling time, but for everything else we ditched it in favour of The base 10 system, which the Egyptians came up with a few hundred years later And this was rounded out by a notation for zero courtesy of the Mayans a couple hundred years after that Giving us the numbers 0 through 9, upon which is built our entire modern mathematical architecture

Now Before this, It's not like humans didn't have a concept of numbers Any more than we didn't have a concept of time before clocks were invented We've understood natural numbers since before recorded history It's easy to understand that if you have 1 chicken and your neighbour has 2, they have more chickens than you It's just as easy to show someone that 1 plus 2 equals 3 Because we can see our chicken And we can see their two chickens And then, as if by magic, now we have three blood-stained chickens This is simple and observable mathematics And we didn't need language to make sense of this Beyond this, though, things get abstract and theoretical real fast I'm not even talking astrophysics here, Just getting into numbers larger than 60 or 100 poses serious problems in a world where you don't often have 60 or 100 of anything And inevitably somewhere adrift in the abyss of history is the first human who faced the challenge of trying to describe the concept of one million to a poor friend who was, understandably, less interested in a number with no practical application than they were in society's state of the art advances in avoiding being eaten by a fucking lion But in this one person's brain was an idea Of a number bigger than anyone had counted Something that they knew was real That they knew was out there But which they couldn't hold up and show anyone Which they couldn't even clearly explain Because the language hadn't been developed yet And if, as has been theorised, our species' intelligence is intimately tied to our capacity for language Then an abstract concept without a word attached to it Might as well not exist

When I was born, I was given a teddybear That I called Teddy, because some days you just phone it in And I took Teddy with me everywhere One day, when I was around four My mum and I were getting ready to go out And mum asked "Where's Teddy" And I said "Upstairs" And mum said "Go and get him then, we're leaving" And I remember being jarred by this It was an unfamiliar, visceral feeling Powerful enough for me to still be processing it, way, way in the background, thirty years later I said "Teddy's not a him" And mum said "Oh. Her then." Hmm No That's still not right, I though "Teddy's not a her either," I said, struggling to find a word for what I knew Teddy was A word that I felt must exist, because on a purely conceptual level I could imagine it And because my experience thus far had been to point at something and ask what it is And be told it was a table, or a chair, or a deactivated exploder for a mark ten torpedo I just assumed, naturally, that in my four long years on the planet I had yet to come across the word for when something doesn't quite fit Into the boy box Or the girl box Now, I know Teddy was (Is, actually, I still have them, they are sitting in the next room as I record this) Teddy is just clumps of fluff stuffed into a furry bag There isn't any objective truth to be found as to whether Teddy is a girl or a boy Or something else But that's not the point The point is This is one of my earliest memories This, not skinning my knee or losing my mum in the supermarket, is what has stuck with me When I was four years old, Before I had had any exposure to anyone beyond the gender binary In real life or in books or on the tv Before I even had a concept of what it might mean Socially and politically Gendering Teddy felt like it went against something tangible that apparently only I could see

And this is why I have so little patience for people who smirk and say we don't need new words to describe gender The reason That these people constantly belittle and undermine the words trans and non-binary people use to describe themselves and the world around them Is not because the words are meaningless It's because these people know fine well that words are powerful and dangerous And they know that their last hope of stalling progress is preventing people from having access to language that validates and vindicates their lived experience Not to mention that frankly fucking ludicrous idea that new words somehow erase their identity rather than give them a deeper understanding of it And the notion that it is somehow unnatural to invent new words for things, as if that hasn't been one of the leading preoccupations of humanity for the past 6000 years at least We are trying to do something that cannot be accomplished without a new language Without it, the concepts that make up vital parts of our identities are formless and amorphous Without it it becomes impossible to build support networks and communities Or to be taken seriously when your rights are being violated Or to tell the people you love who you actually are Or even to recognise yourself in the fucking mirror

That lonely, early human who struggled to explain the concept of a million If they could, maybe they would have said You're right, we don't need a formal numerical system to know that one plus two equals three But we will need one to build a worldwide communication network To point telescopes into the darkest parts of space And to plunge with no regard for our own safety into the deepest parts of the sea Maybe some of you think it is unnecessary even dangerous to be coming up with new words like this, and in the process validating things you don't believe in Things you can't see But for me, I can't see it as anything except progress New words are new tools Which can be used to build a marginally better world right now And maybe Many thousands of years in the future These new tools that we drop and break and wield clumsily will be used in ways we can't even conceive of today To build miraculous, unimaginable structures With our distant descendants Standing atop of them Being the people we always wanted to be

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harringtons-cupid · 1 year

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Peaches - Part 7

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Warnings 18+: Smut: pregnancy sex, daddy kink, fingering, choking, creampie, female masturbation, clit spanking. Fluff: love confession, discussion of family, flashbacks, kissing, lusting. Angst: Talks of cheating, physical violence, hospital dicussion.

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Your baby began to grow, enough that the little patter against your skin made you giggle. Joe had helped create a nursery for the baby in your shared house, he had moved his minimal amount of belongings that sat against your wardrobe.

The nursery was surrounded by unopened boxes all containing the necessary items for the birth.

Since the New Orleans trip, Joe’s fans had circulated all kinds of rumors and theories about you. As you had quit social media a few weeks after finding out you were pregnant, you had no idea that some people disliked you.

Their jealousy already overwhelmed you, Joe didn’t talk about it as he knew it would upset you. He had already hurt you enough with his own words and didn’t want to cause a further strain on your relationship.

As you signed off your last email of your job before you began your maternity leave, you sighed and rested into the sofa. The house was silent, you were alone.

The image of Joe flashed in your mind, it had been a few days since you last had sex. Your hormonal body was dying to be touched, the television played in the background as your hand slid down your underwear.

Gasping as your hands were colder than your throbbing clit, your stomach was bigger now and slightly hiding your cunt.

Biting your lip as you began to circle your clit with your fingers, lifting your palm slightly to spank it and making you gasp.

The sound of the front door slamming shut startled you, unable to move your hand out your underwear quick enough as Joe’s face popped round the door frame with a smirk.

“Have I caught you touching yourself with me?” He raised his eyebrows, every foot step made you tremble with excitement.

He sat down next to you, lifting your head up to meet him. You nodded quickly as his lips crashed into yours and his cool ringed finger slid between your wet cunt. Playing with your opening, his thumb circling your clit as you hips bucked against his hands.

“You were being naughty when I caught you, weren’t you?’’ he whispered, his fingers slipped between your folds and into your entrance.

Smirking at your gasp at the feeling of his finger inside you, your hips moving quicker as you felt yourself get wetter and wetter by the second. Your eyes staring into him as he watched your body in pleasure, your hands gripped onto the loose pillows behind you as you moaned loudly into the room.

‘’Fuck Joe, it feels so good’’ you whined loudly, your knuckles began to loose their colour from gripping onto the pillow so hard.

His eyes flashed darker as he sped up inside you, ignoring the obvious cramp in his wrist as he flicked your clit and curling his fingers deeper inside you.

Your body shook as you edged closer to your orgasm, grabbing onto his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Fuck me Joe” you groaned, he snapped out of his trance and slowed down his pace.

Your pussy aching for something to fill it as you waited for his hard cock to slide inside you, maintaining eye contact with him until you squeak at the feeling of his cock hitting your soft spot. Your walls pulsating around him as he began to thrust, your legs wrapped tightly around his back. Your nails digging into his skin, moaning loudly into his mouth.

“Your pussy feels so good” he groaned, quickening his pace as he listened to your moans in his ear.

His hands moving from around your side, wrapping themselves around your throat and squeezing. Grinning as you struggled to breath, your moans supressed as he fucked you deeper into the bed. Your clit slamming into his pelvic bone as your tits hit against your chest.

“Hmm, you going to fill up my pregant pussy. Daddy?” you weezed with a smile. Watching his eyes flash darker, squeezing harder onto your neck as he thrusted rough around your walls.

Letting go of your throat to hear your cries, your clit twitched as you felt yourself edge closer to your orgasm. Only being able to moan out “daddy”, your hands scratched down his body until they reached his cheeks and you spanked them as you used them for support.

Unable to resist from cumming any longer, you clentched and unclentched until you felt yourself squirt hard around his cock, your body shaking as your eyes rolled back. Cumming hard, he continued to fuck you even after you finished cumming. Ignoring your overstimulated whines.

“No baby, let Daddy cum. You want your pregant pussy filled up don’t you” he groaned, kissing you roughly as you nodded against him.

Gritting your teeth together as his cock hit your walls harder and harder until you heard his groans turn into shudders. His cock emptied inside you, the hot sticky liquid being used as lube as Joe continued to fuck it deeper inside you. Your whines growing louder and louder as you were unable to concentrate on anything but him.

“Don’t worry baby, Daddy is going to make sure all his cum is deep inside you” he groaned, shaking until he too couldn’t take it anymore.

“See, all Daddy’s cum is deep inside you now. Such a good girl for me, you did so well” he stopped moving, kissing you slowly and letting his limp cock slide out of you with a smile.

As you lay on your bed with sweat glistening off your pregnant stomach, you felt your baby kick. Giggling from the sensation, you grabbed Joe’s sleepy hand and pressed it into your skin. Gasping, he pulled out his sleepy slumber and attention was drawn to your stomach.

He was smiling and gazing between you and your stomach, both hands were cupping the movements. Bending down so his mouth was as close as it could get, whispering words that you were unable to hear.

You were 21 weeks, growing bigger and bigger by the second. Joe could rest on your stomach, he joked with you that he had an extra pillow.

Joe was with you for most of your days, he arranged his meetings via voom or teams as you got closer to your due date. He didn’t want to miss anything.

Closing your eyes for a second relaxing with the mumbling noises from Joe, you were interrupted by Joe’s phone loudly ringing in his pocket.

“Sorry babe, I have to go” he smiled and kissed you softly before dashing out the door.

You felt yourself fall back into a heavy sleep, awoken to the sounds of Emily’s voice in front of you. The look of concern was flashing across her face, she had her phone out. Rubb ing your eyes, you shrugged at her until she brought up a photo of Joe and a woman.

Practically snatching the phone off her, you zoomed in on the photo. You recognised the woman as Anna, the woman Joe had been sleeping with a few months earlier.

Feelings of hurt and panic filled your body, Emily sat down at your feet. Stroking them softly in comfort, you sighed and placed the phone down.

“It’s Anna, he was seeing her a few months ago. She liked me apparently” you rolled your eyes, tears filled up as you blinked.

“Oh hon, you don’t know that he’s seeing her. He seems pretty committed to you” she smiled with reassurance.

Pulling you for a hug, she felt the baby kick against her skin and squealed loudly in your ear. Your laughter rippled across both your bodies as you watched her eyes light up with delight.

She stayed with you for the rest of the day, soothed every doubt that came your way.

The sun settled on your hair when the door crept open, faint snores came from your face as he slipped into bed with you. Pulling the hair out of your eyes, he smiled a guilty smile as he watched you until his eyes began to droop.

When you woke up, he was towering over you with a cup of tea and that captivating smile. You couldn’t help but accept the drink off him as he sat next to you.

You had so many things to ask him but you were so tired that all you could do was sip on the tea and mull your thoughts.

As you sat in the garden alone with the sun on your face, your heart broke a little as you heard him answer another phone call in the kitchen. Peering around on your chair to get any bit of the conversation,

“I love her, I met you because you said you had some of my things. She’s having my baby, plus I think you have forgotten that she was here first. Before you and she always will be” he sighed, rubbing his brow as a muffled voice answered him.

Shrugging his shoulders, he ended the call before continuing his tasks in the kitchen. You stared out at the garden with your now cold cup of tea, thinking about his words. Smiling to yourself, you knew that he was beginning to grow.

Standing in the hallway of your kitchen, the sun bouncing off his blonde curls just watching him from the distance. Wondering what was circling his mind as he noisily cleaned the dishes in the house,

“What if we went away” you placed your cup down on the counter, startling him slightly.

Those beautiful brown orbs stared back at you, a smile creased his skin as he placed the dishes in the sink and walked closer to you. His breath was hitting your cheek as he held you in his soapy wet hands, observing your faces with his eyebrows knitted together. You could tell that he was unsure if you were serious.

“Is this about Anna?” he broke the silence, hearing you sigh.

“No, it wasn’t about Anna. I wanted to go away with the father of my child in hopes that I could reconnect a fucking relationship with him” you spat, pushing him away from you and making your way out of the room.

Exasperated you rushed upstairs, peering into the unfinished nursery before collapsing onto your shared bed. The feeling of nausea overcame you, cleaning yourself up. You decided to distract yourself by completing the nursery, baby names floated around in your head and the wonder, if the baby will take your last name or Joe’s, was something that played on in your mind.

The theme of the nursery was dark oak and green, not wanting to press any traditional societal colours onto the baby from the moment it was born. You had always been accepting of people’s unique personalities and identities, vowing yourself to never become that type of parent.

As you folded up baby clothes that had been handed down from both of your and Joe’s parents, the furniture was a gift off Joe with a mixture of thrifted items. Sighing with a smile as the sun sprayed through the curtains and hitting the newly arranged baby cot, you thought about whether Joe would stick around for the birth.

There were uncertainties but you knew that your feelings for Joe would never change, since your childhood you had always been drawn to him. As the sun shifted and shone in your eyes, you thought about the day that you both knew that you loved each other.

Joe was staring at the sunset through your bedroom window, it was windy that rattled against the window. His hand slipped into yours with that cheeky smile, pulling you out of the room and into the cool breeze of the evening. The sound of his giggle echoed through the wind until you were stood either side of each other staring directly at the pink and blue sky with the sun hiding between the clouds.

“It’s almost as pretty as you” he stuttered, his eyes moving off the sky for a second to look at you.

A beaming smile was plastered across your face as you squeezed his hand, feeling giddy with excitement and childlike joy.

You were 14 at your childhood house, Joe lived down the country lane. Neither of you had any idea that his family would be moving within the next weeks, you had no care in the world as he pulled you onto the grass.

The grass tickled your thighs as your dress rode up, his body close to yours as the colours stained the sky. Bouncing off onto his skin as he turned to look at you, those innocent eyes staring into yours as you felt yourself pulled to him. His lips met yours, softly pecking your lips your hands cupped his face as you knew you wanted more.

Coming up for air, that dizzy feeling filled your mind as you grinned at him before resting your head on his shoulder watching the last of the sun disappear to leave the colour clouds behind.

The day Joe would leave your childhood houses was heart breaking, you knew that you wouldn’t be the same. Spending every second with him until his parents physically had to pry you both apart, tears stinging your cheeks as you cried loudly until your voice was hoarse. Not caring that you were embarrassing yourself, as your parents let you go of you both.

You ran back towards him and hugged him tightly, staining each others t-shirts with tears as you mumbled your goodbyes.

“I will never forget you, I will call and write to you. I promise Peaches” he wailed as his parents once again pulled him away and into the car.

His hands pressed against the window holding out for your hand that mirrored it, your heart hurt as you watched him disappear from your view. Falling to the ground with heartbreak, grasping onto your chest as your mum held you and carried you to the sofa.

Joe did write, every day but only one ever arrived to your house.

When you turned 16, your parents decided that they wanted to move to a cheaper house away from your childhood. More livelihood for you to grow in, by this point you were used to being let down. The only man you had ever thought about loving was gone.

The day that you packed your last box, you sighed as memories flood back in of you and Joe but you knew that they would always be with you. The next day, you were surprised when the doorbell rang and familiar voices filled your townhouse hallway. Pinching yourself to wake yourself up from the dream as he stood in front of you, his cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Hey Peaches” he was almost sick with happiness, you changed a bit from when he saw you last but he looked at you just the same.

You would spend almost every day together until he turned 18, deciding to go away to study.

“Hey Peaches, there you are” he smiled at you, leaning into the nursery as you sat on the floor with the coordinated piles of items.

Staring at you with that same look on his face, entering the room to join you as he sat opposite you and began organising with you. You felt at peace, your hands brushing together every now and then. The mixed feelings disappeared in these moments and you felt like you always had with him.

“Let’s go away” you smiled, neatly folding the tiny baby clothes in front of you. Reaching out to touch his hand softly and squeezing it. Watching him nod at you as he squeezed back.

Later that night as Joe’s fingers traced on your skin, the white glow of his laptop screen emitted into the room. He looked at you before the swooshing sound of a tweet was sent, detailing that he would taking some time off to focus on his life with you. Logging out to ignore the influx of tweets and messages from everyone of his fans and followers, to research the best place to take you away.

His mind wandered to the letters that he sent you from when he was 14, quietly climbing out of bed. He sat at your desk, the crumpled cardboard box sat neatly in the wardrobe beside the bed watching to see if you were still asleep he pulled it out. Mountains of letters filled to the brim with his hand writing, and every time he went to send the letter it was returned to him.

After sorting through them, he placed them back in the box in the order of years and sealed it back up. Quietly beginning to write a new letter for you.

Peaches,

You thought I had forgotten you all those years ago when we were in our early teens but you can read through all the unread letters, you will know that I thought about you every day. I still feel that way for you, you were and always will be. My best friend.

I cannot wait to begin this family with you, i’m sorry for messing you about but I was scared. I was scared I wouldn’t be good enough or ever worthy of you.

With love

Joe

Sealing the letter and addressing it to you, he left the box on your desk. Kissing your cheek as the morning sun crept through the windows, he decided to sit downstairs at the kitchen table to practice the lines for his new role as he thought about you.

You woke up alone, your heart breaking slightly as you assumed the worst. Noticing the cardboard box on your desk that was towering over the mirror that lent against your wall. Curiosity filled your veins as you balanced on the seat, picked up the neatly written letter and began to read. Gasping at the contents inside, you practically ripped open the box to see piles of unread letters from when Joe was 14 until he was 16.

You opened one of them and began to read it:

Peaches

It sucks here without you, maybe I’ll come to visit this summer. I know my parents want to take me away on holiday but I would miss it, if it meant I could see you.

How are you? How’s the country? Still the same I’m guessing.

I hope to hear from you soon

Joe

Prying open another letter, this one was at the bottom of the pile dating to when you and Joe were 16.

Peaches

I haven’t heard from you in a long time, maybe you don’t feel the same as you did when you were younger but I think about you all the time.

The city isn’t the same as the country, I still remember how you were the last time I saw you. I hope you are well, my cousins are getting on my nerves as they always were. They will probably tease me for writing to you.

Anyway, I hope to hear from you soon.

I miss you

Joe

You clasp the letter close to your chest as tears fell down your cheek, the feeling of nostalgia and love flowing through you. Neatly placing all the letters back into the box, you rushed downstairs with your purple satin dressing gown dragging behind you.

Joe was nowhere to be seen, the house stood still as you felt your phone vibrate aggressively in your pocket. Scrunching your face together as you saw his mums name flash on your phone screen, nervously you answered it. Instantly breaking down at her news, only bothering to change into something comfortable before starting your car.

Your hands shook as the keys rattled against the plastic, the chugging sounds of your sad lonely car began to start. Trying to calm down your breathing as you drove as quickly as you could to where they were, different tears fell down your cheeks as you parked wonkily in the car park and rushed inside.

Catching up with the nurse as she rushed you into the room where Joe’s parents sat crowded round him. Bursting into tears as his mum held you, getting a glimpse of Joe in the corner of your eye with tubes all directed into different parts of his body.

“What happened?” you finally mustered up to say, scanning her face for answers.

“A car hit him, he’s okay. Stable but they put him to sleep just so that he can heal a bit better” her voice broke slightly as she spoke, bringing you into a hug.

You hugged everyone in the room, sitting the closest to him until everyone else had left. The nurses kindly began making a bed next to him, as your palm grew sweaty from holding his hand.

In the corner of your eye, you saw a battered tin of peaches peeping out of his crumpled rucksack on the floor, your heart shattered as you looked between him and the bag. Leaning closer to him with tears in your eyes.

#joseph quinn x fem! reader smut #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x f!reader #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn fanfiction #joe quinn smut #joe quinn angst #joe quinn fluff #joe quinn #joe quinn x female reader #joe quinn x fem!reader #joe quinn x y/n #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn x you #joe quinn x fem!reader smut #peaches #Peaches series

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lena-scribbles · 2 years

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YANDERE! MONSTER! EDDIE MUNSON X READER (PT.I)

A/N; Heyaa, uh... My lovely friend requested this and I'm extremly glad for that idea! For now it's just first part, but I'm gonna do a second one in no time!

Soo uhh... Yeah, hope you'll like it.

Oh, and you can check out my Wattpad here:

https://www.wattpad.com/user/Lena_scribbles

Drink water, love ya, sugar! ✨💖

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Ugh... Where is he...?

"Shit! He's waking up" wha...?

"Dude, be careful!"... Dustin?

"I am!"- and... Steve?

... Wait, they're not dead, are they?

His eyes slowly fluttered open, seeing two familiar faces on not so familiar background. "Eddie! Oh shit, you're actually alive!" yelled Dustin gripping his clawed hand- wait, clawed? Since when does Eddie have claws?

He tries to look around, but the pain on his sides stops him from moving, making Eddie only hiss in pain. The hiss coming a little bit different than how a normal human would hiss...

"Bro, everyone thought you were dead! What happened? And... Why do you look like... That?" Asked Steve making a little step away from the bed- Oh, yes, he was laying on a bed, but... where exacly?

"Whrrr...-" Eddie started but stopped quickly, not recognising his own voice. It was hoarse and inhuman.

His throat felt like it could burn just from trying to form normal words. Eddie immadietly straightened up forgetting the horrible pain. He tried once again; "Hrrr- Grhhh-", but nothing came out beside loud grunts.

"...Steve... Is he...ok?" Dustin whispered, his voice was trembling a little and just like his older friend, took a step away from Eddies sitting form. "I-I don't know... Eddie, do you remember us? Do you know what happened after you were bitten by these... Demo-bats?"

Eddie looked at them- "Eddie, do you know who we are?" Sighted calmly then repeated Steve. Their sitting friend nodded his head.

"Okay, that's great. Do you know what happened after demo-bats had bitten you?"

Eddie thought but nothing came to his mind. His head moved to right, then left.

"No... Okay, now, I know you're probably wondering where you are, so uh... After you "died" we were thinking and Robin gave us an idea, that when people get bitten by an animal, there's always that chance it has rabies. And you know Vecna, right? He spent soo much time being in the Upside Down, and look how he turned out- alive but uh... Modified? Yeah, and so, we were kinda curious what state you were in, and hoped that we can find you alive... And here we are. Back in your old place." Explained quickly Dustin. Steve elbowed him."Ouch! What was that for?!" Yelped young Henderson. "Dude, you made it sound like we're some kind od necromans!" Complained Steve. "But-" started Dustin. "No buts. We have bigger problem. Eddie can't speak. Even if he remembered how is he still alive, there's no way he could tell us." Steve's boots made a soft thumping noise as he walked around the room, thinking. "Maybe he could write?" Proposed Dustin. "He can't just write for the rest of his life!" Hollered Steve showing his arms up in the air and came closer to Dustin. "We have to teach him to speak normally again." With that both of them turned to Eddie.

Weeks, months then a wnole year passed and their task was finally completed- Eddie could speak again, though it was still a little hard for him to do so. Sad thing was, for a year he couldn't step away from his home, due to his not-so-normal apperance.

"Steve... Do you think that maybe we should... Let him go outside? For just a little bit?" asked Dustin, looking at sitting by the window Eddie. "Dude, look at him. He's gonna catch more stares than me in highschool!" Whispered Steve sitting by the kitchen table. "Yeah, but it's not healthy to stay home all day. More so a whole year..." Said concerned Dustin looking at Steve, expecting response. Older male sighted after a while, looked at Dustin, then at Eddie.

He got up,walked slowly to the corridor near the front door and started getting his shoes on. "Alright, but first, we're gonna get him more clothes." Smile immadietly graced Dustin's face.

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Btw! Here's my version of Monster! Eddie. Hope you like it 😖

#yandere stranger things #yandere eddie munson x reader #stranger things dustin #eddie munson x reader #yandere x reader #x reader #reader #stranger things

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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I am here for that Nephilim!Ghost x Bunny!Rudy breeding kink! You know the one I am bribing you for.

Love you

Alright, I started out last Horror Night with a Ghost/Rudy kink piece, LETS START THIS ONE THE SAME! (Cannot wait for that piece of art)

Rabbit instinct told Rodolfo he was being stalked. A predator had picked up his scent. He knew who it was, too.

Ghost.

Ever since they'd met, he looked at him oddly. It wasn't quite like Rodolfo was food. But Rodolfo had something Ghost wanted. It'd honestly, for this reason, shocked Rodolfo when Ghost treated him with respect.

He'd expected Ghost to act like he was some ditzy prey omega, but no, Ghost listened to him. Took his words into consideration.

Maybe it was just part of the game. Maybe it was meant to draw Rodolfo in.

It'd worked.

Rodolfo had always had a stronger sense of self preservation. Keeping Alejandro alive was a full time job and he couldn't do that if he was dead. But... Ghost wrecked that. Something about him drew Rodolfo in and even if Rodolfo's instincts told him this was wrong, he didn't care.

Rodolfo took a deep breath when he looked to his left, seeing Ghost's hand right next to him on the desk. He followed the arm it was attached to up to Ghost's face. There was an intensity, there. But... despite the fact that Rodolfo couldn't see Ghost's mouth... there was a smile in his eyes.

Rodolfo barely suppressed his shiver and looked away again. "Ghost... What can I help you with?" He knew enough to know Ghost would not be coming to him unless he needed something. Not like this, anyway.

No, Ghost had always preferred to watch him from the background.

"Come to my quarters tonight. Or I can come to yours." It was a question, though it was not phrased as such. If Alejandro had spoke to him in such a way, Rodolfo would have had half a mind to yell at him.

But Ghost was different. Rodolfo couldn't find himself being too mad at the way Ghost just knew Rodolfo wouldn't say no. He'd accept the invitation, gladly. "Mine are probably bigger."

"Then I'll come to yours." Ghost left and Rodolfo tensed with anticipation. What the hell did Ghost want to do to him that night?

Rodolfo waited. He'd eaten a quick dinner and then realized he didn't know when Ghost was supposed to be there. He'd never said a time... Rodolfo just hoped he didn't mean super late. He had things to do in the morning, he couldn't be super exhausted.

Rodolfo jumped a little at the harsh knock. He all but rushed to it, pulling the door open. As usual, Rodolfo had to look up. Now, he had to crane his neck. Ghost felt bigger. It didn't... make sense. Maybe Rodolfo felt smaller.

Ghost stepped into the room, scenting the air a little. "You cooked."

"Yeah." Rodolfo flushed. "Traditional parents." He mumbled and backed up a little so Ghost had more room.

Ghost shrugged, looking around the room. Rodolfo closed the door behind him, locking it. It made a very audible click and Rodolfo winced. Ghost didn't verbally acknowledge but Rodolfo saw the amusement in his eyes.

"What does a little rabbit need all this space for?" Ghost asked, casually sitting on the bed. "You don't seem to know what to do with it."

"Ale... It's complicated." Rodolfo would rather not discuss that one.

Ghost snorted. "The fox is an interesting alpha. He seems to want you to fulfill all the roles of a housewife without the ring."

"He's not good with commitment." Rodolfo flushed, unable to help defending his friend. "You should be grateful. I wouldn't be willing to do this with the ring. Besides, I thought you two were friends."

Ghost shrugged. "You can be friends with someone and see when they're not doing something right. And, regardless, I could still take you. Even with the ring."

Rodolfo rolled his eyes at Ghost's cockiness. No, not with a ring. "He doesn't want people to talk."

"People are already talking."

Rodolfo winced. Ghost was right. He looked away. "Didn't you come here for something?"

"Come." Ghost gestured and Rodolfo immediately went over, standing in front of Ghost. Rodolfo shivered when Ghost pushed up his hoodie and Rodolfo raised his arms so he could pull it off.

Ghost shook his head. "He wastes you."

Rodolfo's skin turned red from the comment. He didn't have anything to respond with, however, and just started to work on finishing undressing. Ghost pulled him into his lap when he was done, his hands roaming Rodolfo's skin.

Rodolfo closed his eyes and pressed into his touch. His body felt warm with need, and he shivered. Fabric suddenly pressed around his eyes. A blindfold.

"This is for you. Your little bunny heart would give out if you saw what I really look like."

Rodolfo... decided to be grateful. It was a conscious choice. But, it was his. He straddled Ghost, wrapping his arms around Ghost's neck. A mouth was on his, a moment later, and Rodolfo pressed closer to Ghost.

There was a claim, there. Possession. "What are you going to do to me?" Rodolfo softened his voice, gasping when his hips were grabbed tightly.

"Give your body what it desperately wants." Ghost growled into his ear. His hand moved between Rodolfo's legs and Rodolfo flushed, feeling him swipe up the slick that was gathering. Then his fingers pressed in and Rodolfo gasped, grabbing at Ghost's shirt.

The fingers pressed deep and Rodolfo whimpered, nuzzling into Ghost's neck. They moved, slowly, carefully, and Rodolfo moaned, moving his hips to grind back down on them.

"So needy..." Ghost chuckled. He stood, suddenly, lifting Rodolfo with him. Rodolfo gasped as he was dropped on the bed. Before he even had a chance to do anything, though, Ghost's fingers were back, pressing deep inside him before curling, carefully.

Rodolfo arched his back and gasped, gasping at the sheets. It wasn't enough, he needed more. He whimpered and whined, bucking his hips a little. Ghost chuckled and the sound filled the room, despite how soft it was.

Rodolfo whined. "Please..."

"You're so tiny. I don't want to break you."

Rodolfo just whimpered. Desperation started to carefully build and he ground more onto Ghost's fingers, moaning softly.

Ghost pulled his fingers out, after a moment, and Rodolfo almost cried. "Calm the fuck down, I need to undress." There was amusement, not harshness. Rodolfo covered his face with his hands, Ghost was being so cruel.

Ghost's body covered his almost an eternity later, and Rodolfo shivered at how cold his skin was. It was nice, a pleasant contrast to the warmth in Rodolfo's.

Ghost's hands pushed Rodolfo's legs open and up before his cock was pushing in and- oh, oh that was why Ghost was being careful. Rodolfo whimpered and tensed as he realized he may have bitten off more than he could chew because Ghost may have almost been way too fucking big.

"See?" Ghost chuckled but didn't pull out. Rodolfo whimpered from pain and grabbed at the sheets.

Ghost kissed him a moment later, his tongue pushing into Rodolfo's mouth. It explored for only a moment and then the world was melting. That was the only way to describe it.

The pain dissolved into an intense pleasure and Rodolfo's mind went hazy. "What-"

"Don't worry about it." Ghost murmured, petting his hair. Rodolfo couldn't have, if he wanted to. He moaned when Ghost started to move, carefully sliding out and then pushing back in. It was almost too much but in a different way.

A much better way.

Rodolfo again started to get desperate and he was wiggling his hips and moaning, before crying out when Ghost bit into him. Ghost's teeth were way too sharp to be normal, even for most prey animals. It didn't hurt, though, it just shot pleasure through his body.

"I'm gonna breed you, bunny. Have you swollen with my pup. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ghost murmured when he pulled away before slamming right back into Rodolfo.

Rodolfo cried out before he could answer and arched his back. He could feel blood dripping down his neck from where Ghost bit into him and it was a fantastic new feeling. "Please..." Was all he could get out.

He was rewarded with Ghost quickening his pace. Rodolfo cried out and arched his back, throwing his arms over his face, as Ghost fucked hard into him. Something clawlike dragged itself down Rodolfo's side before the blindfold was practically ripped off his eyes, his arms dragged down and held to his chest.

Rodolfo whimpered at the sudden light before his eyes widened at the sight in front of him. Granted, it was hard to focus with each sharp thrust sending pleasure up his spine.

Despite a slight pink hue over the room around him, his eyes trailed over grey skin, coursing with black veins. Blood red eyes stared down at him with lust and amusement, and a tongue licked over sharp teeth, still red with Rodolfo's blood.

Whatever Ghost was should have scared him, but it only made him want to be taken harder, rougher. He arched his back and cried in pleasure as Ghost continued the harsh pace.

Ghost grabbed his hips, making sure every thrust slammed deep into him, and Rodolfo leaned his head back, almost screaming with pleasure.

"Such a perfect little omega. So tiny, yet you can take all of me." Ghost chuckled. He barely even sounded out of breath, yet Rodolfo felt like he was being torn apart in all of the best ways. "You're so neglected, bunny, aren't you?"

Rodolfo whimpered and just melted, nodding, before he was being lifted a little so Ghost could get a somehow even deeper angle. Rodolfo arched high with each thrust. Ghost's hand reached up, stroking over his ears, gently.

Rodolfo flushed dark and started to get close. "Knot me..."

"Can you take my knot? It won't break you will it?" There was no concern, only amusement. Ghost knew it wouldn't. Rodolfo whimpered and shook his head.

"Please... please I need your knot.. You said you'd breed me and I need it so fucking bad... Please, alpha..."

Somehow, Rodolfo had caught Ghost off guard. Ghost seemed shocked at the begging and his eyes darkened. A shadow started to seem to surround Ghost and he slammed deep into him, his knot forming immediately as he cursed loudly.

Rodolfo screamed, cumming from the sensation. Even still, Ghost rocked into him, making Rodolfo thrash a little from overstimulation. Ghost chuckled and slowly stopped moving, panting a little. "You're fully of surprised, little bunny, aren't you?"

Rodolfo laughed, breathlessly, and looked up at him. "What are you?"

Ghost seemed to hesitate. It was odd, seeing something so... monstrous as Ghost hesitate and seem almost insecure. "That's not important."

Rodolfo considered before shrugging and closing his eyes. "You know what they say about rabbits, right?" He wiggled his hips a little.

"Let my knot go down, jesus fucking christ. You're a fucking handful."

Rodolfo laughed again. He was excited.

#bunnie's horror night #green #ghost x rodolfo #nephilim ghost #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #rodolfo x ghost #call of duty

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anamericangirl · 1 year

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GENDERING TEDDY

The Babylonians developed the first written numerical system

Back in 3400 BC

Their system was base 60, which we still use today for telling time

But, um, for everything else we ditched that in favor of

The base 10 system

Which the Egyptians came up with

A few hundred years later

And this was rounded out by a notation for zero

Courtesy of the Mayans a couple hundred years after that

Giving us the numbers zero through nine

Upon which is built our entire mathematical architecture

Now

Before this it's not like humans didn't have a concept of numbers

Any more than we didn't have a concept of time

Before clocks were invented

We've understood natural numbers just fine

Since before recorded history

It's easy to understand after all that if you have one chicken

And your neighbor has two

That they have more chickens than you do

And it's just as easy to show someone that one plus two equals three

Because we can see our chicken

We can see their two chickens

And then, as if by magic-

Oh no!

Now we now have three blood stained chickens

This is simple and observable mathematics

We didn't need language to make sense of this

Beyond this, though

Things get abstract and theoretical really fucking fast

And I'm not even talking astrophysics here

Just getting into numbers larger than 60 or 100

Poses serious problems in a world

Where you don't often have 60 or 100 of anything

And inevitably somewhere adrift in the abyss of history

Is the first human who faced the challenge of trying to

Describe the concept of one million to a poor friend

Who was, understandably

Less interested in a number with no practical application

Than they were in society's state of the art advances in

Avoiding being eaten by fucking lions

But in this one person's brain was an idea

Of a number bigger than anyone had counted

Something that they knew was real

That they knew was out there

But which they couldn't hold up and show anyone

Which they couldn't even clearly explain

Because the language had not been developed yet

And if, as has been theorized, our species' intelligence

Is intimately tied to our capacity for language

Then an abstract concept without a word attached to it

Well, it might as well not even exist

When I was born

I was given a teddybear

That I called Teddy, because some days you just phone it in

And I took Teddy with me everywhere

And one day, when I was around four

My mum and I were getting ready to go out

And mum asked, "Where's Teddy."

And I said, "Upstairs."

And Mum said, "Well, go and get him then, we're leaving."

And I remember feeling jarred by this

It was an unfamiliar, visceral feeling

Powerful enough for me to still be processing it

Way, way in the background, thirty years later

I said, "Teddy's not a him."

And mum said, "Oh. Her then."

And I said, "No, that's still not right."

"Teddy's not a her either, " I said

Struggling to find a word for what I knew Teddy was

A word that I felt must exist

Because on a purely conceptual level I could imagine it

And because my experience thus far had been

To point at something and ask what it is

And to be told

Oh, that's a table, that's a chair

That's a deactivated exploder for a mark ten torpedo

And I just assumed, naturally

That in my four long years on the planet

I had yet to come across the word for when something doesn't quite fit

Into the girl box

Or the boy box

But ha- what did I know?

Now, I know

Teddy was

(Is, actually, I still have them

They are sitting in the next room as I record this)

Teddy is just clumps of fluff stuffed into a furry bag

There isn't any objective truth to be found

As to whether Teddy is a girl or a boy

Or something else

But that's not the point

The point is

That this is one of my earliest memories

This, not skinning my knee or losing my mum in the supermarket

Is what has stuck with me

When I was four years old

Before I had any exposure to anyone beyond the gender binary

In real life or in books or on the TV

Before I even had a concept of what it might mean

Socially and politically

Gendering Teddy felt like it went against something tangible

That apparently only I could see

This is why I have so little patience for people who smirk and say

That we don't need new words to describe gender

The reason that these people

Constantly belittle and undermine the words

That trans and non-binary people use

To describe themselves and the world around them

Is not because the words are meaningless

It's because these people know fine well that words are powerful

And dangerous

And they know that their last hope of stalling progress

Is preventing people from having access to language that

Validates and vindicates their experience

Not to mention the frankly fucking ludicrous idea

That new words somehow erase their identity

Rather than give them a deeper sense of understanding of it

And the notion that

It is somehow unnatural to invent new words for things

As if that hasn't been one of the leading preoccupations of humanity

For the past 6000 years at least

We are trying to do something

That cannot be accomplished without a new language

Without it, the concepts that make up vital parts of our identities

Are formless and amorphous

Without it

It becomes impossible to build support networks and communities

Or to be taken seriously when your rights are being violated

Or to tell the people you love who you actually are

Or to even recognize yourself in the fucking mirror

And that lonely, early human

Who struggled to explain the concept of a million

If they could, maybe they would have said

You know what, you're right

We don't need a formal numerical system

To know that one plus two equals three

But we will need one

To build a worldwide communication network

To point telescopes into the darkest parts of space

To plunge with no regard for our own safety

Into the deepest parts of the sea

Maybe some of you think it is unnecessary

Even dangerous to be coming up with new words like this

And in the process validating things that you don't believe in

Things that you can't see

But for me, I can't see it as anything except progress

New words are new tools

Which can be used to build a marginally better world right now

And maybe

Many thousands of years in the future

These new tools that we drop and break and wield clumsily

Will be used in ways that we can't even conceive of today

To build miraculous, unimaginable structures

With our distant descendants

Standing atop them

Being the people that we always wanted to be

That's nice invent all the new words you want but making up words doesn't magically bring other genders into existence. Gender is a scientific, biological, observable reality. It's not a feeling. So making up words to describe feelings and ideas doesn't change genetics. Gender isn't infinite like numbers are, it's a binary. And trying to prove that it's not by using what your mind was like as a four year old who doesn't know anything isn't exactly helping your case.

#anon #answered

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xori-gt · 2 months

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Chapter 1

Giants and humans always had conflicts with each other. Humans were scared of giants because of how big they were and eventually that fear turned into hate. Giants hated humans for always viewing them as monsters and most figured there was no point in trying to convince the humans otherwise.

Every attempt there was to bring peace between the species never worked. It was pointless, and yet the government still tried. Only because they were scared of the giants too and didn't want the conflicts to escalate to a war.

Their recent idea to get giants and humans to get along was risky. A co-existing city between the species. Well, it wasn't that recent, but every time someone reopened the project, it got shut down. No one actually believed they'd go through with it.

What was even harder to believe is that the government managed to convince people to live there. They offered free housing and free healthcare. It was honestly the only reason why anyone went, especially the only reason why Eren went.

He was a young man in his mid-20s who was just like every typical giant, not fond of humans. When he first heard of the co-existing city, he thought it was stupid and dangerous. He never imagined living there, but after recently finding out he was going to get kicked out of his apartment, he had no other options.

Registering to live in the city was such a hassle, so much stricer for giants to live there than humans. You had to be at least 18. You couldn't have any kids or be expecting since kids and babies were a major danger to humans. You couldn't have any criminal records, a history of violence, serious mental health issues or conditions. It also asked why you wanted to live in an area around humans and instead of being honest that he was there for the free housing, Eren lied and said it was because he wanted to be apart of bringing peace between the species.

It was frustrating to go through all the paperwork, background checks, and questions but in the end it was worth it because he got accepted to move into the city. As he was walking through he looked down at an email telling him what his address was. It mentioned that he would have a roommate and of course they didn't mention this before. He sighed in annoyance, still walking until he noticed the right address on the house.

It was a lot bigger than he had expected. Not very big but for free he was impressed. He walked into the house, not bothering to knock. He knew by walking in he might startle his roommate but he didn't have the patience to just wait for him.

He could smell something being cooked in the kitchen and walked over noticing a man that looked slightly younger than him making a casserole. The man turned around to grab something and noticed Eren, startled a little.

"... Oh hi you must be my roommate." The man says with an awkward smile on his face. He had black hair that was slightly curly, brown skin and a huge scar by his lip.

"Yeah, I am." Eren didn't smile back. The man felt uncomfortable and went back to making the food. Eren didn't try making any conversation with him and for a few minutes It was just quiet.

The man grabbed two plates putting food on both of them and passing one over to Eren. "I made some food for the both of us. I hope you like it." He says, sitting across from him.

Eren looked down at the food. He hadn't eaten anything all day so he was hungry and starting to dig in.

The man started to eat his own food occasionally glancing over to Eren trying to tell from his facial expression if he was liking the food.

Once Eren was finished he picked up his plate and went over to the sink cleaning it off.

"My names Noah by the way." The man said standing up and leaning against the counter by the sink. He was waiting for Eren to be done so he could clean his dish off.

Eren finished cleaning his plate and grabbed Noah's cleaning it, too. "My name's Eren." He responds not making eye contact with him. It went silent again for a few seconds and Eren finished washing the plates, drying them off. He didn't know where they went so just set them down and turned to Noah finally making eye contact with him.

"What room do I stay in?" He asks in a tone that came off as kind of harsh.

"O-oh right. Let me show you." Noah says leading him to his room. It was slightly bigger than a normal bedroom but besides that It was pretty plain, the walls were painted white and the carpet was a brown color. It didn't have a bed either so that meant he'd have to sleep on the floor.

Noah opened his mouth to say something but Eren quickly interrupted. "Thanks, you can leave now."

Noah nodded his head. "Okay, if you need help with anything you can ask me." He says leaving the room. That guy definitely seemed standoffish, he didn't know how he felt having to live with him for months.

#g/t family #giant/tiny #gt parental #micro macro #parental g/t #gt found family

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crimson-lair · 2 months

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HEYY HELLO, I COME WITH FULL ON IDEAS (that are slightly for fluff and affection only.. but I'll try not to disappoint ! Long post ahead though.. I couldn't help but type out my ideas !)

I was thinking of maybe jealous bots of ptn women, how would they act if they see y/n or user be so close with other people? Here are my ideas:

Rahu - Need I say moreee? Rahu is maybe really stoic and the type to not get jealous quite easily, but I think she'd be the type to get jealous if someone starts to take her duties away from y/n, like, the person starts to somewhat be too close to the user to the point where Rahu can't even approach y/n or fulfill her duties to keep y/n protected.. since the person is replacing her and is creating a distance between her and y/n. Rahu might deal with this in a way where she'd start to act touchy whenever it's only her and y/n or she'd outright find ways to find excuses to get y/n away from that person! She finds it difficult to approach y/n about it since she's quite shy and she doesn't know how to talk about it..

Shalom - MMMMM, Shalom shalom shalom, y'all probably would know where this is going.. once the most calm and reserved type starts to get jealous that's a big uh oh! I think Shalom would be jealous because of how a person starts to display a sense of superiority or closeness over y/n, as in the person keeps on winning y/n over Shalom in certain things, like going to missions, instead of Shalom going with y/n, someone else slipped in, orrrr when a person starts to be so touchy to the point where Shalom can't even do any small amount of physical gestures to y/n. Shalom might deal with this in a rather straightforward way, since she's the type of woman to become blunt whenever necessary especially when it comes to y/n, but sometimes, Shalom can really be condescending especially when she becomes way too jealous, she might show the person just how y/n is really close with her, or the fact that the person would have no chance to get to y/n because of how competitive Shalom is (e.g. Shalom will compete with the person through missions, quality time with y/n, etc)

Zoya - Here's our favorite, going once, going twice, maybe more than twice.. no, 5 times, 5 bots of her 😭. A jealous Zoya, will be a much bigger uh oh than Shalom's. Zoya might get jealous if y/n's attention or interest keeps going to another person. Zoya might also get jealous if the person keeps impressing y/n to a point where y/n can't even pay attention to Zoya anymore. Zoya might deal with this directly and almost immediately after she notices things started to change. Zoya would outright intimidate the person, like "If you keep pulling this sh*t I'll show you real sh*t" or she might end up driving the person away with threats, as said before.

BUT ANYWAY THANKYOU FOR READING MY TED TALKK, THIS IS ALL I HAVE TO SAY.. I HOPE ITS NOT TOO MUCH!

my darling anon 😌 ARE YOU THAT PERSON WHO PREVIOUSLY GIVING IDEAS ABOUT RAHU? if yes, such a big brain anon i have (you must be secretly a writer). regardless, i love your bunch of ideas 🫶

rather than making bots (i don't know how to make these jealous bots 😭) I'll be writing small scenario based on this!

can only do Rahu tho cuz, well, easier to make it comedy

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Rahu paced silently through the corridors of the MBCC headquarters. Her normally stoic demeanor betrayed a flicker of agitation. She couldn't shake off the disquiet that settled within her whenever she witnessed that newcomer growing closer to you. The duties she held, the protective shield she formed around you, seemed to be slipping away, replaced by the unwelcome presence of another.

Every moment that newcomer spent in proximity to you felt like a dagger twisting in her chest.

One evening, as she stood vigilant by your side during a mission briefing, that person's laughter echoed in the background. Her silver eyes narrowed, and her fists clenched, but her external facade remained impassive.

Days passed, and she struggled to find a way to express her discomfort. Her stoicism, a shield against the world, became a barrier that even she couldn't dismantle. Instead, Rahu found herself acting out in small, subtle ways. She became touchier in moments when she was alone with you.

A soft hand on the shoulder, a protective stance when you walked together. Or during a team meeting, she'd strategically positioned herself behind your chair. With ninja-like finesse, she'd do a subtle shoulder massage, all while maintaining an innocent expression. Or even, when you engaged in conversation with that newcomer, she would swoop in, spin around, and deliver a high-five so intricate it left everyone bewildered. "Just checking in on Chief," she'd casually say before walking away.

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discovery of the day: omagosh im such a bad writer

#zio's chains of curiosity

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mrs-johansson · 2 years

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Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 4:

On my way to the restaurant I had the chills, not gonna lie. I've met the woman once, she seemed so beyond reach and someone who was just grabbed out of a book and was put into this world. I didn't know what to expect. I sure was hoping it wouldn't be an awkward time and it's gonna be an easygoing evening.

I looked at the time, 6:50, just perfect. I got out of the cab after paying the driver and walked up to the entrance of the cozy looking, but still fancy restaurant. "Hi, I'm here for reservation, under the name Johansson if I'm right," I smiled at the young man at the front. He greeted me politely before running his eyes through the list of reservations. "That's right. Ms. Johansson is already here. Let me show you to the table." He said and I thanked him before following him.

The place was lit up just stunningly. It was dressed up still as if it was just Christmas Eve, which made my heart very happy. Candles were everywhere and I was just in awe of the site. I think Jazz that was playing in the background, people chatting softly.

Passing by the table, my nerves grew bigger and I felt more anxious. I knew I had nothing to worry about but still, getting to know people isn't my comfort zone.

Looking for the blonde through the different kinds of people, just in a few seconds I spotted Scarlett, patiently waiting, typing away on her phone. "Here we are, I'll be back with the menus," the waiter sent a smile my way and I thanked him before he left.

"Hey," Scarlett's raspy voice made me look at her once again. Smile on her face, her posture straightened out since the last time I looked at her, no phone in her hands. "Hi, thank you for the invite. Such a gorgeous place," I took my jacket off as I also took my place across from her. "It is. You look splendid by the way," I glanced at her for a second before getting busy with putting my bag away, but then I forced myself to look back at the woman. "Thank you. You look amazing as well." "Thank you," her cheeks got round, a smile pulling on her lips. "Before I forget," I reached into my bag and pulled out the necklace box that I put the necklace in so it wouldn't get damaged. "Here you go," I handed it to Scarlett and she gladly took it. "Thank you. I was in full panic mode when I couldn't find it." She took out the thin golden chain and put it on. "Rose is your daughter, right?" "She is. I got this from my mother when she was born," she smiled softly, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "How old is she now?" "She's 3. A very uhm... girly girl. She's all about dressing up and doing big girl things as she calls it," her words made my heart melt. "Must be a dream." "She is, couldn't wish for better."

Her eyes were sparkly as she talked about her daughter. It was adorable to see how she feels about the little girl, honestly it made my heart swell.

The waiter came up and we gave him our drink orders, Scarlett insisted on the wine of the house. I won't complain about wine, let's say that.

"Do you want kids?" She asked, as she sipped the freshly poured white wine. I took a deep breath in and hummed. "That didn't sound convincing," she chuckled and so did I. Looking down in my lap I smiled nervously. "I do, but I don't know when. You know work is a lot, I'm sure you can relate. But uhm... my mom is very much on me about... settling down and having a family." "Don't you have an older sister?" She frowned and I nodded. My jacket sleeve seemed to be so interesting, since I've been fidgeting with it for quite some time now. "She's a lawyer. Following our parents' footsteps, mommy's little girl since day one. Léa is the overachiever of the family, the perfectionist. Mom always says she works too much to have a family." I glanced up at her and she was listening carefully. "What about your dad?" I smiled at the thought of him, I kinda miss him not gonna lie. "He's the best. My biggest supporter since I was a kid. Always encouraged me to do what I love." I said and straightened up as I saw the waiter nearing our table.

"Does this create tension between you and your sister?" Scarlett raised an eyebrow as she sipped her drink. "Uhm... sometimes, but we usually get along. She understands my situation and you know... respect what I do. She's a big supporter too. It's my mom mainly, who thinks it's a hobby which is funny considering I work 12+ hours and stuff." "Oh wow. That's... sad. Does she not see what you've achieved so far?" I shrugged and took my glass. "Honestly, I don't care what she thinks. I do this for myself and I enjoy it." I saw a smile pulling on her lips as I glanced at her.

Mom has always been a distant person. She's a mystery to me till this day and I guess always will be. It's so clear to see that she loves Léa much more. If I didn't have dad by my side then it would bother me for sure, but like this... I guess I just can't sense her distance that much.

"What about your parents? Did they approve of the movie star thing right away?" I smirked at the use of words as she clearly was a star.

Scarlett chuckled which was probably one of the most attractive things I've seen before. She just looked so captivating in this light and ash she sat there, her mouth moving but I didn't hear a word at the moment.

"So they just went with the flow. My mom was my manager for a while actually." "Oh that must've been nice. I feel like Chris was my manager for a while or more like a security guard now that I think about it," I frowned. Scarlett found my joke amusing as she threw her head back after the sentence.

"Gosh, why haven't we met already. Evans was always hiding you for so long." She sighed. "It's weird that we've never bumped into each other," I furrowed my eyebrows and tilted my head slightly. "It is. Chris and I have known each other for over a decade and you two seem to be hanging out all the time." "Yeah, I think he was actually hiding me. I haven't met most of his you know... Marvel friends actually. Only the ones I've worked with. Maybe he's embarrassed," I chuckled and sipped my wine, which was very delicious by the way.

"Of you? Oh don't be silly. I would show you off, in a respectful way of course. He's probably scared that you'll take the spotlight off of him." Show me off, huh?

"As he should."

Soon we got our food and we just had the easiest flowing conversation throughout the whole dinner. Scarlett was lovely. She is a very entertaining and interesting person and a very clever and intelligent woman. We had such deep conversations even though we just met. We talked about politics, our families and such. She has a very riveting view on things and I love that.

I got lost a couple times as I was just watching her while she was deep in a topic. She gestured with her hands all the time, sometimes her hair would fall into her face and she'd brush it back with her finger. She was indeed a very attractive woman, no denial.

"I heard Evans got a thing for your sister," Scarlett mentioned and I looked at her quickly. "He only told you now?" I was honestly surprised that she didn't know about it. "Isn't it a new thing?" She asked with an eyebrow raise. I leaned back in my seat and chuckled. "Oh that story is probably older than me." Scarlett shrugged at my words. "That's not a difficult challenge." She said with a slight smirk. I gasped playfully, leaning forwards. "Oh come on, I'm not that young. How much older are you, like 5 years? Can't be that big of a difference." I said. Her hand flew up to her heart. "I'm flattered. But uhm, I'm 33." She said and I shrugged. "See, that's like... 21." I smiled and she gave me a playfully eyeroll. "So you say it's quite an old story?" She looked at me and smirked before smiling fully. I cleared my throat and crossed my legs, trying to get a bit more comfortable. "Yeah, it really goes back. Probably teenage years." I said. "Oh gosh, I should've known then." "Chris is very bad at hiding his feelings, so I'm very surprised he kept his mouth this time." I smirked knowing how bad he is with these stuff. "That I know. But they are going out then?" "Well, Scott and I gave them a couples holiday for Christmas so they are forced to spend time with each other. I really hope they cut the crap and get together. It honestly hurts me physically to see them cringe around each other." I rolled my eyes with a sigh. "So determined about them." "I just want them to be happy. I love them both very much and they deserve each other." I said. "Do your parents approve of Evans?" That smirk thing again gosh. "Oh they love him. You know he's Mr. Perfect." I shrugged. "Ooh the pressure's on." She said playfully and I nodded. "Yup. They are waiting for my pretty perfect family." I looked away, looking at the paintings on the walls. They were so perfectly done. Even from afar, I could see the delicate brush strokes. It was a picture of a little chalet. Looked like a moment from a storybook. Felt so peaceful.

My eyes wandered back to Scarlett who was already looking at me with a small smile tugging on her lips. Heat rose on my face and I must've blushed under her gaze. "Sorry, I tend to get lost in art." I admitted shyly and sipped my drink. "Funny, me too." She said quite flirtatiously. From that look in her eyes, I got chills. Those twinkles that appeared so frequently in the time we've been here and that little cheekiness every time she said something questionable. She made me feel so comfortable.

Then I heard a way too familiar voice coming from the speakers. My face must have spoken way too loudly, because Scarlett gave me such a questioning but sweet look. "It's just Frank Sinatra..." I shrugged it off but deep down my heart was swollen from happiness. I love him, give me a break. "You like him?" She asked. "I don't think anyone has a better voice than that man." I said honestly. "He was probably the reason why I bumped into you the other night. I remember I heard him playing and I got distracted." Her fingers wrapped around the wine glass and lifted it to her mouth, taking a sip and putting it back down on the table. So simple movements but still looked so mesmerizing. "Also you were staring at your phone." She said cockily. "Yeah that too. But you weren't, were you?" I tilted my head with a witty smile. "No, I wasn't." She clearly had to see me coming if she wasn't occupied with her phone. "Interesting."

"How were the Holidays? Did you get to celebrate?" I asked, sipping my drink. "It was great. I was here in New York with my family and Rose, so it was nice. It tends to get difficult when I'm in another country away from everyone." Ah yeah her ex is French or something. "How's yours?" She asked. Her voice is just so attractive, man this is gonna be a problem. "It was brilliant. I don't get to spend much time in Boston with all my family there, so it was nice. My Turkey was a killer and everything was great." "You made the turkey?" She raised a single eyebrow. "I've been doing the Turkey every Thanksgiving since I was 18. And it just gets better every year I think. It's my pride and joy, not gonna lie." I said and she chuckled. That damn low voice is just... ugh.

"I didn't take you as a cooker type," she took a bite of her food and I could see the cheeky smirk forming on her lips. "No?" "I heard you're a painter so I was assuming you're either good at cooking or painting." "Makes sense, but I'm a really good cook. Ask Chris, whenever he's in New York he comes by to have a nice home cooked dinner." "Good to know." "How about you? Love cooking?" I rested my left arm against the edge of the table as I ate with the other. "I do love it. I made the Turkey this year too, it was stressful but it turned out nice." "Gravy and all?" "Yeah... I was a mess." I chuckled at her honesty. "I can relate."

"So painting, has it always been around?" She asked, before taking a bite of her food. "Yeah. It's just so relaxing to me. Always been an escape from the everyday rush. And even when I have some free time while working, I could do something small or do sketches. Helps me with anxiety." "That's nice to hear." She smiled sweetly, the look in her green eyes made me a little shy as her gaze didn't not move from me. "Saw the charity you did, that was a very generous gift. I've been working with Time's Up for some time now and I can assure you they appreciated that very much." Scarlett mentioned and pride filled my heart. "I love doing things like this. I did my best to bring the most out of it and something like art is definitely something people won't forget about. Although I usually do these kind of things quietly, away from the public, this was something I wanted people to hear about because this is very impressive for me. Helping others is important." "I definitely agree."

"So Chris didn't even mention me? Not once?" "Oh he did, quite often." She smiled. "Did he now?" I asked with a little chuckle. "He speaks very highly of you. He's very proud, you know. Always gushing about you, and that you have such a big heart. He sees you like a little sister." She said with a smile, making me slightly blush over the words. "Aw he's such a big softie. Chris was by my side in the beginning of everything really... He made sure no one takes advantage of my young mind." I explained, remembering all the memories with him from years ago. "He said you have paint brushes all over your hands all the time. I see none so I'm guessing he was lying," her voice turned into a whisper to the end of the sentence making it sound so sensual. "Ah, he's such a jerk. I do not have them, it was one time because I was in a rush. Ugh, he's full of shit."

"I just saw Ghost in the Shell the other day, it's really your thing, huh? Kicking other people's ass." I said with a small smirk, trying to hide my face a little with the wine glass as I took a sip. A shy chuckle left her mouth and looked down at her plate. "I mean yeah, it's just really fun to do. Did you like it?" She asked. "Oh yeah, it was brilliant. Maybe I got a bit teary eyed at the end but otherwise it was really fun." Oh and also you looked hot af but whatever. "Thanks really. Actually I watched Lady Bird with my friends a couple weeks ago. I'm not surprised it has the Oscar buzz around it. You're amazing." She said, looking deep into my goddamn soul. I probably blushed too so I just smiled and looked away. "Thank you, it means a lot."

Soon we finished our meals and the waiter came up with the check as Scarlett asked. Of course she insisted on paying, but I still tried. She got her card back and we gathered our things before making our way out. "Thank you for the invite once again." I said as I walked next to her, passing different people at their tables. "Thank you for coming, I've had a really great time." She said with that smirking, smiling thing that I'm already obsessed with. "Me too." I shyly smiled at her. Before we reached the door I stopped in my tracks, something crazy came over me. "I'm hosting a dinner party for New Year's Eve, it's just a couple of my friends and me. Chris and Scott will be there too. Maybe you'd like to come? If you don't have anything planned of course." Why am I like this? Why would she say yes, we literally saw each other for the second time. "Really?" She perked an eyebrow with a small curve on her lips. "Yeah... It should be fun, nothing big. It's kid friendly if you'd want to bring Rose." I added and she smiled. "Alright, I'll be there." She nodded. Her hand reached for the door handle and opened it, motioning for me to go ahead. "Thank you." I stepped out to the street and flashes attacked us like there was anything interesting. Our names were shouted at us from every direction, and our cars were the opposite directions, so Scarlett moved to my side in a quick second. Suddenly her arms were wrapped around my waist, if I didn't have any experience in acting my eyes would be wide as fuck. My arm snuck around her shoulder and we shared a quick but warm hug. "See you soon."

#gxg #scarlett johansson imagines #scarlett johansson x female reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson #chris evans

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Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot

'In the Name of Love' pt.4

(2/2)

A/N: just realized his eyes are green...not blue. And I can't find all the parts I used blue instead anymore. So be assured, I know it better from now on 😔

Finally some action...though only at the end of the chapter. Sorry.

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: approx. 3.200 Words

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Any type of joy was usually strictly forbidden, the few things they did allow were regulated. Your master, part of the council as well, though, knew various ways to avoid getting detected and showed you many things. Games, Toys, quite horrible jokes – you were sure he called them dad jokes, even though he wasn't even a father, since he was a Jedi –, he introduced you to a lot of things other kids also knew..he didn't want you end up as emotionally stunted as some of the former Padawan, the now dead Council a perfect example.

In his eyes, it was even more of a risk that they then – due to these restrictions – were able to get drawn to the dark side. Keeping them away from even the simplest pleasures…at some point you would get curious. It was truly inevitable.

"I think I saw one like that once. But I can't really remember the place, unfortunately." For whatever reason, your hands were still interlaced as he continued counting the sheer impossible amounts of colors of the fairy lights as you felt the indescribable need to poke at the sentence, "Why? Would've wanted to take me there too then?" The redhead laughs lightly, breaking his gaze from the lights, smiling even more than before as he caught you staring at him instead of the lights just in time, a red hot blush rushing to your face, fitting perfectly to your uncanny black scales also covering parts of your face, "Of course I would, you really seem to like them after all!" You didn't expect that answer, you expected a question you could have dodged!

"O-oh, really? You wouldn't have to, Cal…" you mumble embarrassed, too shy to look back near him, his gaze holding something teasing. What if he was just waiting for you to try and stare at his face again? Why were you staring in the first place?!

"Are you okay, Kyra? You're still shaking…I really thought the Poncho would be enough."

You weren't cold, makers dammit!

You were sure you heard his voice somewhere in the background, yet you were just way too busy to not go mad with the forbidden thoughts he seeded right now, was he even implicating anything with what he said!? You only know each other since yesterday, he couldn't possibly mea-

It almost hurt physically at how you stiffened as he wrapped his bigger but not exactly stronger arms around your body. The most physical contact you two had yet and it almost felt like he was trying to protect you from how tight he was wrapping himself around you, yet there was no danger anywhere nearby. Nothing that you sensed at least.

His hands weren't the only things warm, Cal as a whole was like a heated blanket.

Apparently, he noticed your suddenly stiffened body and cursed under his breath, quick to let go of you again, all of his warmth taken away in an instant once more, one of his hands to brush against your folded back wings on accident. Another shiver.

"Kark, I didn't even wait for your answer…i-i am so sorry! I guess you're still uncomfortable around me…knowing me only since yesterday and all. I get it, really, I'm sorry, i won-'' Maker, his little nervous rant made you feel awful, the lights reflecting the massive blush on his face, matching yours perfectly as you knew you would regret this sooner or later…

"Just shut it, Cal…"

The one hesitant step he took away from you moments ago to profusely apologize, you took back towards him, anxiously wrapping your arms around his bigger body. The Jedi stuttered some words you couldn't catch with the muffled tone of them, his face pressed against your hair as he spoke. Meanwhile yours was pressed against his upper chest and while you thought the poncho you wore still smelled of him, you were proven very wrong. His Poncho smelled basically nothing like him anymore, more like washing detergent, as he smelled of some fruit you vaguely remembered the name of and of soldered metal and the like, definitely because of his tinkering at the workbench, mostly with BD. But the fruity part...it must've been from his hair, his shampoo more specifically.

The world seemed to mute itself in his embrace, your worries for once also pushed towards the back of your mind as his closeness suddenly became everything that mattered to you. You had never felt such things. Not even when you hugged your master as a kid or your assigned Clones. Your Clone Troop had been pretty much your only friends back then, all the other Kids distancing themselves from you for your odd appearance.

Why did he feel so good to hug?

"You're crying…" He states worried, but you didn't let him out of your grip just yet, you didn't need him to also see you crying, if he already felt or heard it. 'Emotions led to temptation. Temptation led to darkness. Never let others know yours.'

You karking hated these damned rules with the same burning passion they forbade…yet they were the only thing left to cling to. The last thing left that made you the way you're herr today. Was it for the better or the worse, you never dared to venture down that thought too much. But there were moments of questioning...everything.

"I'm fine, Cal. I just…remembered some things from before the Purge…" You sometimes wished you could've gone without your knowledge of being force sensitive, to not get hunted for blood. To not have to hold your emotions at bay. To not have to remember these bleak days…that also appear to have been the only ones worth remembering.

"Do you ever regret, Cal?" "Depends on how you mean it…" His voice held something...unsure, he couldn't hide it from you – or didn't want to – there were things he definitely regretted, after all everyone had something. He just had to trust you enough to tell you and that was far from yours to control. Just like your trust was out of his.

"Being trained to become what we are today?" "You mean Jedi? We aren't even Jedi, Kyra. Just Padawans…and it's not like we really had a choice, did we?" No, no you didn't.

You shook your head no, to the best of your abilities in his also just as tight grip, like you could simply vanish at any second. Like he was afraid you would still try to run off again, like yesterday.

"I…I can't remember what came before…I was too young, my master told me though that they had freed me, in exchange for something else." You confess heavily, feeling like at least just a sliver of your burden got lifted with you telling him, as stupid as it may sound to someone not in your situation. It most certainly wasn't enough to make yourself feel free of burden. But it was a good start, you wanted-no...needed to have a person of trust again, a person to consult when you were troubled. Just like with them once ago.

And his reaction told you it wasn't the wrong decision, a soft hum felt atop of your head as he deepened the hug furthermore. Close enough now to hear his heartbeat clearly, you're surprised about the quick rate it went about. He definitely shouldn't take your story to heart. "At least I'm not alone then…I was never told where I even came from, always thought Coruscant was my homeplanet, but I began doubting that a good while ago…"

Realizing the conversation became too personal for it to be talked about in literal public, you wanted to pull him along to go back to the Mantis. You could talk about it all night sitting on your beds, devouring one of the many many snacks you bagged today on your shopping spree. Cal had different plans though, shaking his head pleadingly at your pull in the direction of the Mantis, instead steering you off the Market's path and into an empty-of-vistors greenery nearby. Even there, fairy lights decorated the area, being the only lighting to show you the way to a small pond, some smaller water plants swaying in the breeze common for Bardotta.

"Why don't you want to go back to the Mantis? Is something the matter?" You inquire as he let himself fall to the ground near the pond, a heavy thud coming with the pretty careless act as he winced just the slightest bit for not watching himself in his frustration. "If you're asking like this…a bit. I…I don't want Cere to hear everything we talk about." Wait, he didn't want Cere to hear about himself? About you?

Did he not trust her? But you thought she was his current mentor even, from what she let through this morning as they talked about themselves for at least a minute instead of you!

"Yeah, but…isn't she your mentor?" "No…that was someone very different to her. Cere? A substitute in the end, so I don't stay a Padawan forever I guess…" His mood slipped at the moment the subject fully changed to Cere and his apparent distrust of her, his eyes holding a pained expression.

He seems to fight with himself for a moment, trying to begin talking about whatever bothers him, but nothing comes out. You clearly didn't know yet what it was about, but it must be something difficult to talk about with the strength he needed to even begin cutting into it. "Hey, if whatever you're trying to tell me makes you too uncomfortable to even begin about it, you don't need to push it out, we got all the time in the gala-"

Whatever it was, you're sure he would find the trust in you someday to tell you.

He jumps at your gentle and caring words, the darkness of the night coloring his eyes nearly dark green as he stared at you, quickly shaking his head suddenly. His eyes went wide, a realization hitting him, "No. N-no…I can't keep it from you, we potentially do not have all the time in the Galaxy, Kyra. You deserve to know, you need to. You're too good of a person to be kept in the dark…"

Intrigued by his suddenly emotional voice, you drag two soft drinks from the fully packed backpack before sitting down next to him, handing him one into his quivering hands. This time, the brush of his hand against yours went past you entirely, the information he apparently needed to tell currently more important.

Also, he called you a good person…You doubted you were, in the eyes of an actual Jedi…but you couldn't judge yourself, that was the job of other people.

"Cere had a Padawan once."

And with that sentence, he began. He told you everything there was, of his current knowledge.

How she at first only vaguely told him that she had died at the hands of the Empire, that she wasn't able to save her. Cal told you how horrible and devastated felt for Cere at that point, the emotions he went through thinking about him being lucky with just barely escaping all these years ago.

You had also been lucky.

Then he continued, swallowing hard and began the next part with an encounter of one of the Inquisitors. The Second Sister. You had met her, but she wasn't aware that you're Jedi yet at that point. She still hunted you though, for your second status of an extreme Rarity.

But what he told you about her left your jaw slack, not able to swallow or cough up the bubbly beverage you just took a sip of from your bottle, feeling it dribble down your chin and into the fabric of your new top.

The Second Sister's name is Trilla.

Cere's apparently dead Padawan? Trilla.

She told Cal everything under pure spite, the only thing keeping her from further attacking him instead of talking being a laser barrier BD activated just in the last second.

You wanted to ask if it was a coincidence, but from how his story continued, how he worded it, you highly doubted it. He went back to the Mantis after his mission and confronted Cere about what he had been told – of course she at first denied it, telling him Inquisitors only lied to get into his head, to make him vulnerable.

But eventually she gave up.

Cere sold her own Padawan out, let Trilla get her brain fried and now she was out for her own kinds blood.

Cere sold one of her own out.

"And…and that's all, for now. I really hope there isn't more to…Kyra?"

How dare a person sell their own kind out with the knowledge of near extinction…

A less than gentle shake of your shoulders from Cal shook you back to the present, his eyes focused on you with worry, "Kyra…you can't let your emotions lead your decisions. You know that…" "Then why tell me such a horrible thing! How can I even look at her the same way again?!" "The same way I do, Kyra. We got a mission to fulfill, we can't let things like this ruin the only chance we have…"

So he wanted you to act like all he just told you in privacy…that you never heard all that? That Cere was just like you two? That you should still smile at her the same way you smiled at Cal and Merrin? "Does Merri-" "Yes…but she doesn't have a big opinion on it…" You would've thought for someone who lost her whole folk, that she would have more to say on that matter as well…

"Please, please keep that knowledge to yourself, at least for now... I just didn't want to keep you in the dark about it, she would've never told you on her own, just like she tried with me. She planned to take that secret to her grave, hadn't it been for Trilla herself."

Cal's eyes held a form of desperation and, if you squinted…specks of gold. Had they always been there, you were sure he had pure green eyes? You two would've had something more in common then…

"Why are you even trusting me with such a thing already? We met yesterday, Cal. Don't you know you can't just trust anybody anymore these days?" Never really had been able to before the Purge either.

Small Glow Worms now came out of their day-spots, from bushes, the trees and some even from hidden holes in the ground to dwell at the cool breeze, their gentle phosphorescent lights blinking as they were communicating with each other. Having someone to communicate with...

They distracted you both from the current subject for at least a short moment before he sighs, hanging his head into his pulled up knees, "Because…we might just be last of us, if we can't get our hands on that damned Holocron before the Empire does…no matter how dangerous and yes, plain stupid, it is to trust so quick, now it's needed for good teamwork among us. And with you…I can't tell you why, I don't know why…it feels so right. To trust, I mean."

So he felt it too? The weird connection you two seemed to have yesterday, how you worked so well together without knowing each other for very long…

"Maybe the Force wanted us to meet?" You ask in a at first joking manner, but he seemed to take your idea seriously as he fell into his thoughts, "My old Master once told me of the force sometimes helping Jedi not just on their paths, but also to find it in the first place , back then I didn't really want to believe that. But now…perhaps he was right?"

If so, the Force had a severly cruel sense of humor. Could've also warned you in your sleep about the karking Bounty Hunter that jumped your scaled ass but noooo…apparently that was also supposed to happen, huh?

"We can only wait and see where this all brings us, I guess. Next step is getting back my weapon then?" To which he immediately agreed with a nod, strong determination crossing his face as his mood came back up to clink your soft drinks' bottles together for a small but still honest cheer.

"To a great adventure together with new, great Company!" "And of course to a better future!"

Of course you soon lost total track of time, seeming only natural after the heavy subjects had been left behind and a somber atmosphere came into the picture. He let himself fall backwards into the fresh green grass, you soon to follow as you began to admire the clear, peaceful Bardottan night sky. Unlike on planets like Coruscant, or Bracca, like Cal was quick to point out, the sky wasn't full of smog or light pollution.

It was also a nice place for the very rocky place that Bardotta was to 90%. This particular market was on a huge plateau above the cloudy "surface" – one you were certain was only ocean down below... – and one of the few grassy plains open to the public and constantly kept in best conditions to keep the tourists coming back and going back home well pleased.

"The moon looks really big on Bardotta, don't you think?" Cal points out, verbally and literally, arm stretched out to circle the Bardottian Moon, Moudotta. "You're right but that could also be because the…well, the usable surface of Bardotta is much closer to the sky than most planets…?" It was your best explanation, since it was the first logical thing that came to mind. Cal didn't seem to disagree anyways, letting his arm fall back onto his chest limply before he sighed pleased. "Usually I can't even spend a lot of time on restocking missions, the…others, they simply have no patience…"

You heard it out of the hesitation in his voice, he actually meant to say that Cere had not a lot of patience for this. But you two agreed to rest that subject, at least for the remainder of tonight, that's why he worded it differently for the sake of keeping that promise.

"Maybe we can squeeze more time in from now on. If we finish such kind of missions early from now on, we get to see much more of all these planets…", that is if the planet in question is as peaceful as Bardotta.

You wouldn't have been able to have such a nice break at the market from yesterday, that place was a cesspool day and night. If anything, you could've used that planet to get a few new enemies on your ever growing list, some names with a red underline.

"Cal? Kyra? Can you two hear me? You have been gone for quite a long time now, please tell us that nothing happened while you were out there?" It was Cere, her worried voice echoing through the comm on Cal's Shoulder strap. You bit back any bitter comment, not just because of said promise for tonight but also because you promised him with your life that you wouldn't let it shine through that you now knew as well.

Cal of course noticed as your breath shortly hitched in your throat, the start of a scowl sinking back into a more neutral expression at which he nods at you, more than thankful, before he replies to Cere's question. "Sorry, we kinda lost track of time? We're back in a few, don't worry. And no, we aren't bringing trouble along this time, promise!"

Well, he couldn't exactly promise the last bit after you two literally brought ten or more Stormtroopers after you asses yesterday…

He ends the conversation, sighing into nothingness as he began to sit up again, not ready to leave this quiet spot that had been all yours till now just yet. "Guess this is it for tonight? As peaceful as it was to just talk with someone for once…" You ask annoyed, following suit to not keep him waiting for too long, a similarly sour emotion on his freckled face. "Yeah…but it was still an incredibly nice time. I can't thank you enough for coming with me today, Kyra." You had just finished standing up, catching him looking at you with this unreadable expression again. It enraptured your mind enough that you didn't notice yourself walking closer to him.

This was so wrong.

And even if it wasn't…you met yesterday.

"You know what? I must be blind as hell, your eyes clearly aren't the only thing breathtaking about you…" He quietly tells you, eyes flickering across various notable points on your face, even the fangs poking out from under your lips with your mouth hanging open slightly, not needing to be any louder with how close you had been standing to each other by now. Why was it so easy to get closer to him, not just physically but emotionally as well? You just shouldn't trust someone you technically still didn't know that well, not so quickly.

The pain that trust could cause if it was broken…it wasn't worth throwing around with it.

"You know this is against the rules?"

"No rules to watch with no witnesses…"

His words send positive shivers through you as he closed the final gap between you two, one hand gently cupping your face as he leaned down to your height, connecting you two on a very different physical level for the first time and all it took were not even 48 hours…

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(Cal is rushing the reptilian heart of his companion without shame-)

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