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stvrn-tr1ps · 12 days

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”i bet you don’t know french.”

pairing: stoner!chris x female!reader

warnings: SMUT!!!!, sm0king/w33d, usage of pet names (ma, pretty girl, sweetheart, ect.) mentions of alcohol, p in v, dominantish chris, light ch0king, aftercare, umm i think thats it?!?! minors dni or do idc (lmk if i missed smth, first time writing smut don’t come 4 me)

summary: chris confesses his love for y/n in french not knowing she could understand him.

if you don’t like it don’t read it‼️‼️‼️

i was never the type to smoke or drink until i met chris. the first time i smoked w33d i was with chris. the first time a drank i was with chris. i never really stopped so we smoke together all the time. speaking of im on my way to his apartment right now.

i knocked on the door for to be opened to chris standing there already smoking a blunt. “hey ma. how have you been?” he asks as he steps aside to let me in. “good.” i say with a soft smile as i go in to hug chris. “thats good. come on lets go on the balcony.” he motions for me to follow him and i do. once we get out there he hands me the blunt that he was already smoking. “can you do a french inhale?” i ask. I’ve always sucked ay doing them and was curious to see if chris could.

“yea let me see it.” he says pointing towards the blunt. like he said he could, he did a near flawless french inhale. i laughed and rolled my eyes. “whatever i bet you don’t speak any french.” i figured he didn’t he was never the schooling type like i was. i took french in high school. “je t'aime ton prénom, je l'ai toujours aimé.” (i love you y/n, i always have.) (if this is wrong don’t come after me i got ts from google translate😭) he said in immediate response. i jerk my head back in shock. he loves me? “holyy shit was does that mean?” i say playing dumb i know exactly what he just said. his eyes go wide “oh uhh it means, do you wanna have lunch tomorrow” he said almost like a question like he couldn’t convince himself thats what he just said.

“damn i was not expecting you to know french.” i said laughing it off. he gave me a tight smile in response. “i had a lot of fun today chris. i’ve missed hanging out with you all the time.” he sighed “me to y/n. we should hang again tomorrow?” he said like it was half statement half question. “yeah sure see you tomorrow chris” “see ya ma.” he said as he shut and locked his apartment door behind me.

its now around 12:30am and ever since i left chris’ apartment yesterday i haven’t been able to stop thinking about what he said. “i love you y/n i always have.” what.the.fuck. what do i do? i mean he’s my best friend and has been since like 7th grade. before i can stop myself my phone is in my hand and im calling chris. “hello? y/n is everything okay? its 12:35 in the fucking morning.” he answers. you can tell i woke him uo his voice is deep and raspy. “i-i’m sorry chris. i know this is random but can i come over like right now?” he pauses and for a second i thought he hung up but i can hear him exhale over the phone. i shake my head and smile to myself, kid already lit a blunt. “i mean yeah sure. is everything okay?” i exhale a breath i didn’t even know i was holding. “okay thanks i’ll be there in 15 bye!” before he can say bye back the phone is hung up and i’m out of the door.

once i get to chris’ apartment i freeze before knocking. im so nervous but i do it anyway. he answers the door. chris is shirtless with gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low to his waist and a blunt between his fingers. “y/n are you okay? why are you here? not that i don’t want you here it just-“ before he can continue his sentence any longer i smash my lips into his. the kiss is deep and passionate. bye the time we release each others lips we’re gasping for breath. “when you said you loved me in french today, i understood.” he just shakes his head and laughs as he tosses me over his shoulder leading us to his bedroom. “you have no idea how long ive wanted this y/n.” he says just above a whisper.

he tossed me onto his bed and hovers over me. he goes in for another kiss. this one isn’t like the first this one is rough and dominating. as he works his tongue he reaches for the hem of my shirt. “take this off, yeah?” he asks. i smile and shake my head knowing i have no bra on underneath. i pull my shirt off and he lets out a groan. “so fucking beautiful y/n.” he says and he kneads one of my boobs. “and their all fucking mine.” he says grabbing the other. he lets go of one of my breasts and wraps his veiny hand around my neck. “say it y/n who does your body belong to? who do you belong to?” i let out a small whimper “y-you all you chris.” he smirks with satisfaction and amusement. “good girl, ma. such a good girl.” he praises. to this i let out a moan and start to grind my hips against him for some kind of friction. “ah ah y/n. be patient i’ll give you what you want pretty girl.” another whimper escapes my lips. “such a whiny girl. why don’t i fuck that whininess out of you, yeah?” i bob my head up and down at the speed of light in the hopes he will work faster.

he laughs and shakes his head. he slides off my sweats and underwear throwing them somewhere in the room. he smirks in amusement when he sees my pussy. “already so wet for what ma? i’ve barley started pretty girl.” he teases “please” i whine. “please what baby? i need words.” i’m breathless and i have no idea why. “please please fuck me chris please.” before i can get another word out he slams into me almost taking my breath away. “chris!” i moaned out. my nails are digging into his back probably drawing blood. “thats it baby. scratch me up, mark me.” “chris please! oh my god!” i moan and sputter out as he continues to thrust into me ruthlessly. “your so fucking tight y/n.” after a few more thrust im about to come. “come for me ma make a mess all over my dick.” his words send me over the edge and im quickly coming.

chris gets up from the bed. “be right back sweetheart.” he says and next thing i know i feel something against my pussy. i whimper. “still sensitive, no more.” he chuckles. “no baby im just cleaning you up.” i nod in response and close my eyes. im almost asleep when i feel the bed dip next to me. “g’night chris. “goodnight sweet girl.

AN: ... i’ve never written smut b4 don’t attack me. SORRY BEING INACTIVE.

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sinner-sunflower · 29 days

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 22/22

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21

STORY 2 - Sequel

I can't believe it?? I made it, Ma!

Luci's General Suit inspired by this FANART on twt by @kajina_97

This is the COMIC that inspired me to write the whole thing because I wanted this ending so bad klajdklsa it's by @Sandranetta_13 on twt

Dk what tomorrow might entai. Might be the first chapter for the sequel?

Let me know what you guys think! Please, I'm very desperate.

I'm willing to do a Q&A regarding your thoughts. DMs and Asks are OPEN! <3

Will link the sequel here once posted

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Everything was relatively normal the following week. His and Charlie's long overdue moment with no more miscommunication made Lucifer feel a whole lot better. He couldn't ask for a better daughter.

Dressing himself in one of his battle suits, he felt like he could take on the world. Nothing says King of Hell like your best warrior outfit and a badass sword in full display.

Lucifer: Looking pretty dapper there, me.

Lucifer doesn't even bother to style his hair- it now flows animatedly like that of Lilith's.

Flowers were still being sent to him especially when he was first spotted roaming around the hotel after a week-ish long recovery. Charlie had the amazing idea of making a greenhouse or some sort of garden to put all the flowers and keep them alive as long as possible.

They got rid of any red ones after someone sent a buttload of them which then caused him to have a mini panic attack. Alastor is subtly trying to take that moment off his mind by leaving Marigolds everywhere. It's sweet but soon they're going to need a separate greenhouse for just the Marigolds. Where'd he even get these??

Finding his first Marigold of the day, in the bathroom of all places really Alastor??, he makes his way to the lobby. Everyone was there doing their own thing.

Husk and Angel are at the bar as usual, with the latter talking animatedly about something that puts an endearing expression on Husk's face. Nifty is putting on roach puppet shows for Alastor. The radio demon notices him and conveys his most 'help me' face but he just chuckled and gives him a thumbs up. The cyclops named Cherri is today's gift screener, grumbling about the pollen and the shitty taste some demons have.

Charlie and Vaggie were talking to a small group of demons by the entrance. As soon as his daughter sees him, she said something to the group then walked over to him.

Charlie: Good morning, dad!

Lucifer: You look busy.

Charlie: They're sinners who are asking about the hotel! I'm so happy that people are at least coming here to check it out. Did you have a good sleep?

Lucifer: Well, I don't feel like passing out today. So pretty good!

Charlie: That's great, dad!

Angel: Short king! Looking good in that fit!

Cherri: Yeah! Do a spin, hot stuff!

He blushes at the sudden attention. Everyone is looking at him in awe- maybe it was too much?

Alastor: Nonsense, dear.

Alastor appeared beside him in a flurry of shadows, seemingly reading his mind. He bends down at Lucifer's level to whisper in his ear. He plucked the Marigold Lucifer was holding, putting it behind the King's hair.

Alastor: I, for one, think you never looked so.. raveshing~

Damn him.

Lucifer: Shut up.

Lucifer hisses in response. Like, seriously? In front of his daughter? Thank Father, Charlie didn't hear that.

Charlie: Yeah! You look so cool. I don't think I've seen you wear that except for when there's a banquet.

Lucifer: Yeah, well, I wanted to look put together after everything.

Charlie softens at his words.

Alastor: No need for that, sire. I'm sure no one is foolish enough to comment negatively on what the King of Hell chooses to look like.

Lucifer: What does that make you then?

Alastor: Privileged, my King~

Lucifer rolls his eyes at the audacity but he can't help but smile. Man, he never thought he'd miss their constant banter.

Charlie: You look awesome, dad, okay? Al, please slow down with the Marigolds, Nifty's going crazy. Oh! Dad, right, Aunt Bel called said that the Sloth Ring is making incredible progress and that she'll visit again soon. I think Aunt Bee is planning a party with the other Sins and would like it to be held here in Pride! At the hotel! It would be so cool and of course if you're not ready I can tell them and maybe a little get together would be better. I'll even invite Sev! He gave flowers for you too and Vaggie was so jealous when I said he was my ex and thought the flowers were for me, she was so cute-

Lucifer tried, but he stopped listening halfway through his daughter's talk. It was a bit of an information overload but he kept a small, genuine smile on his face for her.

Then something caught his eye that made him stopped smiling altogether.

Charlie notices this causing her to stop talking.

Charlie: Dad?

He should answer but his eyes were locked on the wall behind Charlie. Plastered on the higher part of the lobby's wall was a glowing mark- gold wings with a dot on the center.

Lucifer turns around so fast to look outside the hotel's window. Heaven looks so out of place up there, sticking out like a sore thumb upon Hell's red skies.

A glint in the distance made him act. Without warning, he took off with such force that those inside the hotel were knocked down by the gust of his wings.

He breaks the window on his way out and pulls out Lightbringer. Lucifer brings the sword up and-

A powerful explosion lit up the sky. The sky split in two and fire appeared high and wide over Pride. At that moment, everyone became so hot that they couldn't bear it, as if their whole body was on fire. They wanted to rip their skin off just to get a sense of relief but then the sky shut closed. A strong thump was heard by every demon in the vicinity and then they were all thrown a few meters.

It felt like an eternity before Charlie and the others could get their bearings. Those that didn't get knocked out went outside, once there, they see Lucifer far up in the sky, holding up a flaming sword. The signature pentagram of the city has been fractured by whatever happened and demons all around were either hurt or unconscious.

Charlie: Dad!

Charlie calls out to her dad but he doesn't acknowledge her. His gaze never leaving Heaven, as if he's seeing something that no one else can.

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A screen locked on Hell zooms out as the machine's voice rang out 'target disengaged'.

An angel looking similarly to Lucifer, except there's blue tints on the spots where Lucifer had reds, was looking down at Hell pulling back a large, golden gun. They blew the smoke residue and sighed.

Michael: Hello, Lucifer... Still causing trouble, I see.

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it's done??

cliffhanger but don't worry, there's a sequel!

I spent 30 minutes looking for that comic that inspired this ending.

Did y'all catch that Lemmino reference? I'd have that description in my head rent free ever since I watched Grazed by the Apocalypse

Again, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this! This was my first published baby and I'm so proud !

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sinsandsuccubus · 2 years

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Coming Home to You - Jack Harlow

Context: He's finally home.

Genre: smut, fluff

Word Count: 2k

Pairings: Jack Harlow x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, sexual activity

A/N: This is Part 2 to Piece of You. Please be sure to read that before reading this, as it’ll make more sense.

I’d also like to say thank you so much for 500+ followers. Over the short amount of time I’ve been here, I’ve met so many lovely people and developed friendships. I really appreciate you all and all that this community has offered me.

Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not 18+. Reader's discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

Masterlist ☽☾

☽ ☾

1 Month before Jack’s Departure for Tour

“Dude, you have to hold still.”

“I can’t, this shit is cold.”

“If you keep moving, you’re gonna fuck it up.” Urban grunted out, holding the container that surrounded Jack’s dick.

The shit he did for love.

He was going on tour this upcoming month and he wanted to leave a piece of him behind for you to have.

He was excited about making the mold for you to use while he was away, however, he did not anticipate how much trouble it would be to make the mold. He had already fucked up twice in the process and had to express ship two more molds, an extra just in case.

Needless to say, Urban decided to help his best friend with the process of crafting the piece of art. However, he did not anticipate how squeamish Jack would be to the contents of the mold.

“Okay okay! Let's throw this one out because this is hardening.” Urban threw away the container, Jack’s dick swinging in the open.

“Woah, what the fuck is going on here?” Druski spoke, walking to the living room to which the best friends were standing.

“I’m tryna get a mold of Jack’s dick for-“

“For yourself? Damn, I didn’t know you were into that.”

“This is for Y/N Druski. Not for me.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway, I’m tryna get this fuckin mold and Jack won’t hold still.”

“BECAUSE ITS FUCKING COLD MAN.”

“NO CAUSE YOU’RE BEING A LITTLE BITCH.” At Urban’s comment, Druski walked up to the old tub, feeling his hand on the container.

“That’s not that bad…”

“Shut up Druski.” Jack announced, pinching his fingers together on the bridge of his nose. “I can’t even get hard.”

“How about I do a reenactment of you and Y/N?” Urban spoke as braced himself.

“This is based on true events. Ahem. Oh, Jack, you feel so good inside me. Fuck Jack, baby, just like that. Yeah, you like the way I spell my name on your dick? Mhmm, of course, you do.”

“OHKAY!” Jack yelled, looking at Urban with wide eyes. However, it was Druski’s comment that sent him to the moon.

“Dude, you’re fuckin hard.”

Jack looked down at himself, his cock completely erect and red.

“Well, I’ll be damn.” Urban spoke, placing his hand on his hip.

“Let’s just get this over with, so I can take care of this.” Jack pointed to himself as Urban grabbed the container, placing it onto Jack’s dick to mold.

This time, they didn’t mess up.

☽ ☾

The plane ride home was smooth, Jack staring out the window from his first-class seat. He had contemplated going to the bathroom multiple times, the conversation he had with you before he took off flashing back in his mind.

“Fuck Jack, m’gonna cum again.” You spoke, the gushing of your cunt on speaker over the phone.

“Keep going ma, I need you to cum again. I wanna hear you cum all over my dick. Cum for me.” You came with a loud grunt, Jack cooing you on as you came. You had already cum twice with the dildo, Jack refraining himself as best as he could.

He had been holding back from touching himself for the past week, explaining to you that he wanted to give you the most “breedable load” he could muster.

You thought that was hot. So fucking hot.

His voice brought you back from thought with the next statement he made.

“I want you to keep that dildo inside of you until I’m home. I want you to edge yourself, over and over again until I step foot in the house. And I swear to God, if you’ve cum, you’re not gonna cum on my cock when I get home, I’ll only use you for my pleasure. Understand?” Jack spoke as you swallowed, nodding your head.

“Good. I’ll be home in 6 hours baby.”

Now that he sat on the plane, with only forty-five minutes before touch down, he was debating if he should break his own promise to himself.

That plane bathroom looked real promising this time around.

However, it was Urban that was able to pull him out of his own banter.

“Just wait on it dude. It’ll be a hundred times better.”

“Easy for you to say, you had bitches while we were over there.”

“Yeah, well, now I get to come back to my main one. And boy, I’ve been waiting on this one. Shit got me hard just thinking about her.” They both fist bumped each other as they thought about all the shit they’d do to their girls when they got home. Jack checked his watch once more.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. Please prepare for landing."

☽ ☾

Jack forgot his bags in his Jeep as he made it towards your shared home, prying open the door with his keys. He raced up the steps, taking two at a time as he came to your shaded bedroom. Walking in slowly, he caught his announcement on his tongue as he looked at your sleeping form, the dildo buried deep inside of you.

He could say he was proud for the fact that you held up on your end, except, you didn’t fully.

He rolled you over slowly, watching the glistening of your skin in the moonlight.

Fuck, he was happy to be home.

But he was more happy to have his pussy back.

With clean and ample fingers, he began to rub your clit, taking the dildo and thrusting it in and out of you slowly. You let out a deep moan in your sleep, body jolting as arousal flooded your senses once more. You moaned out his name in your sleep, Jack’s dick straining in his pants.

Swiftly and fast, he removed all of his clothing, hovering over you in the bed. He placed your legs over his thighs, removing the dildo before replacing it with own dick, moaning at the feeling.

“Fuck ma.”

“Jack?” You spoke, your eyes fluttering open as Jack began to thrust into you.

“I thought I told you to edge yourself.”

“I did baby, I-“

“Then why we’re you asleep with the fucking dildo in your pussy?”

“I’m sorry Jack, I’m-“ He slapped your breast, forcing a whimper to leave your lips at the pleasurable pain.

“What’s my name?”

“Daddy…”

“Good girl.”

He began to pick up his pace again, you bracing your hands on the headboard behind you as his thrusts got rougher. He placed one leg on his shoulder, hitting a certain angle that made you scream.

“You know, I should edge you myself,” He grunted. “But this pussy feels too fucking good. So, instead, I’m gonna take my time with you.” He spoke, removing himself from you. You whined at the emptiness, to which Jack slapped your clit in response, you jolting from the pleasure.

“Shut the fuck up, I don’t wanna hear shit from you.” He dragged you over to the end of the bed and put you over his lap, ass out in the air.

Well, you knew where this was going.

“Count.” He demanded and began laying heavy smacks on your ass. By the time you’d reach fifth-teen, your ass was bright red, and you were certain Jack’s handprint would remain permanently there.

He shoved you onto the floor, standing up as you pushed yourself to your knees. He stood in front of you, legs spread as he tapped his dick on your face.

“Open your mouth and suck me off.” He commanded, to which you took his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head.

“Don’t fucking tease me.” He grabbed your head and began fucking your throat, you bracing yourself by placing your hands on his thighs, to which he immediately demanded away.

“Put your hands behind your back and take it. I know you can. Be a good little slut and take this dick." And you took every inch of him as he fucked your throat raw, your voice becoming hoarse from the moans and grunts you were letting out. After sometime he withdrew himself from you, spitting on your tongue, to which you quickly swallowed. Tears stained your face as you looked at him through your lashes, licking your lips. He grabbed you by your throat, pulling you up into a searing kiss.

“Get on the bed princess. Face down, ass up.” You did as you were told, following perfect orders as you got yourself ready for him, shaking your ass a little/

“Fuck baby, I missed my pussy so much.” He tapped his tip on your clit, your body jerking in response.

“We missed you too daddy.” You spoke, which pulled a moan out of Jack, him slipping inside of you once more. You both let out sinful moans, your pussy, and his dick, now more sensitive than ever. He began to thrust into you firmly, pulling all the way out to the tip and thrusting all the way in completely.

“Fuck ma, you feel so fuckin good.” All you could do was moan, your mind slipping into a subspace as Jack fucked the life out of you. His pace began to pick up, him lifting his leg and planting it on the bed for a better angle. He smacked your ass once more, the handprints that were formed once before growing red once again.

“Daddy! Oh fuck, daddy.”

“Mhmm, you like daddy’s dick, don’t ya baby? You’re taking me so well ma, fuck. Ima give you the biggest load you’ve ever witnessed, ya hear? I’m gonna get your ass fucking pregnant, you’re gonna be swollen and round carrying my children. Do you want that? Hmm, pretty girl, do you want that?” You moaned at Jack’s voice, him landing another hand print on your ass from the lack of response.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, daddy! Fuck! I want your cum so bad! I wanna carry your babies, fuck daddy please!” You whined out, your body shuddering in pleasure. Jack felt so good, and he could feel you approaching your climax with how tight you were clenching.

He quickly, and swiftly, flipped the two of you over, obtaining the missionary position.

He placed his hand around your throat and squeezed as he pistoned into you, your body shaking with pleasure.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.”

“Fuck, me too baby girl. Let's come together. On three.” You nodded your head, control of your body slipping from you.

“3”

“2”

“1”

“Cum.”

You both came with a loud shout, Jack unloading the biggest load into your warm pussy, your walls spazzing against him as you squirted, body convulsing.

That was before the world went black.

☽ ☾

You woke up to the sound of the television and breathing, your eyes fluttering open to find Jack’s baby blue eyes staring back at you.

“Hi.”

“Hello, mamas. How are you feeling?”

“Okay, tired, a little sore.” You looked down at your body, a fresh t-shirt (Jack’s) on.

“I changed our linen and cleaned you up a little. I didn’t put any panties on you just in case you were sore. Oh! And there’s a water bottle with some aspirin on the table on your side. I also ordered us pizza and some other stuff.” He spoke, smiling down at you as he kissed your forehead.

You dragged him down weakly with your hand, pulling him into a deep kiss.

An “I love you”, “I missed you” kiss.

“I love you Jack.”

“I love you too baby.”

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like-rain-or-confetti · 2 years

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Return Home (Sinclair Brothers x Reader)

WARNING: Mentions of drug abuse! Violence! Traumatic childhoods! Mentions of Dyslexia!

P.S. I have never taken drugs nor to I encourage them nor do I, to my knowledge, have Dyslexia. Some representations may not be accurate. Nothing on this blog is meant to upset or offend anyone. It’s only for entertainment and a story.

Jonesy jumped out of the truck as Lester shut the door after a long day of work. Night had fallen upon the town the dim lights offering merely an illumination of the surrounding areas. Jonesy wasted no time rushing to the stairs and pawing against the door. "A'right, a'right Jonesy, I'm comin'." Lester couldn't help but smile tiredly. "You hungry, girl?" Lester asked as he pushed the door open. Jonesy excitedly rushed in. "Damn girl, you are hungry." Lester called after her. "Oi! Vincent!? We're back!" Jonsey rushed back towards Lester as footsteps followed behind. Lester dumped his keys in the bowl and expected to see Vincent. Although he was caught off guard as soon as he looked up.

Vincent was not who greeted him. It was you, his older sibling. You were the second youngest of the Sinclair siblings. However you were the most estranged. The three brothers had remained in the family home as well as their mother's town of wax. As time went on, Vincent was the one who really finished the town, taking over for her after their mother died. Meanwhile, no one heard from you. For all they knew, you were dead in a ditch the night you were kicked out. You gave your parents minimal contact twice. Your vague and small responses being the only thing they got from you. They tried to reach out twice but the Sinclair’s always reckoned that you never forgave them for kicking you out. You held everyone at arms length. No one more than your own family.

"Hey Les." You said quietly. "W-Well I'll be damned. What are you doing here?" A smile broke onto Lester's face. "I didn't know you were coming." "Call it a surprise visit." You smiled back before Lester moved forward and hugged you. You gave the best hugs, that was determined when you were kids. If anyone's hugs could make things better, it was yours. Too bad Bo's way of releasing stress was violence.

As you grew older, the less of a hugger you were. Then again, your cheerful nature faded with it. Your drug problem started in your teens and when your parents found out, they were livid. However it took the day you destroyed your mother's work room and everything in it. That was the final straw. They had taken your stash and got rid of it. When you realised, you were furious. Your father yelled at you to never come back and you did exactly that, even when your parents asked you to return. It was like you had just stopped existing.

"How have you been?" Lester asked as he pulled back. You nodded with a small smile. "Good. Clean. Two years sober." Lester's smile widened. "That's great! How long you staying?" You shrugged. "I guess it depends how things go here. I heard that..." You trailed off for a moment. "...about ma." "Yeah well...that was a while ago now." Lester scratched the back of his head somewhat uncomfortable. "I know. I just...I had a lot to figure out. I wasn't even sure if I should be here now." You admitted. "I'm glad your here." Lester reassured you. "Better late than never right?" You sent him a look. "Don't think Bo will see it that way."

Before Lester could reply, there was a creak from the other room and Vincent emerged around the corner. He paused before moving slowly. You were unable to see behind his mask but his body language showed his surprise and slight unease. "Hi Vince..." You said quietly. Vincent wasn't much of a talker. He could talk but kept to very few words. It was considered difficult for him due to his scars. So his silence wasn't anything new. "God! We hoped they'd come back for years Vin, after all this time, give 'em a hug!" Lester said. You made it easier for Vincent stepping forward and doing most of the work so all he really had to do is wrap his arms around you. He seemed almost afraid to touch you. Vincent hadn't changed. After a second you pulled back, recoiling. That hadn't changed about you either. You always held back on your parents and your brothers. Once again Jonesy barked, growing excited and bounded into the room. "Hi Jonesy!" You smiled as the dog rushed towards you for pets and affection. "What the fuck are you doing here?" The room seemed to grow colder. "Hey, Bo." You said quietly. "Ain't it great!?" Lester asked. Bo scoffed. "It's been years." He said icily. "You clean?" Bo huffed, his hands crossed over his chest. "You better not have brought that shit with you!" "I haven't used in years. Get off my ass." You grumbled. "Yeah!" Lester nudged Vincent who looked at him. "Two years sober they were tellin' me!" "Will you shut the fuck up?" Bo snapped at Lester. "They could be fuckin' lyin', did you ever think of that!?" Bo turned his attention back to you. "We ain't got nothin' for you. We've got no money for you. Ma and Pa are dead. You missed the funeral." You sighed. "I don't want your money. I've got my own and I'm not using anymore." Bo scoffed again. "So why you here then, hm? What brought us to mind? Not like you cared to keep in touch any other time." "You want me to leave?" You asked sharply. "No!" Lester said quickly. "Don't...Don't be hasty!" Lester looked at his siblings. "This is what Ma wanted. She wanted (Y/N) home. The family back together!" "Yeah, problem is (Y/N) knew that and decided to hold off until she's dead." Bo snapped. You sighed. "I'll get going then. Clearly I'm just bothering you." Lester pushed Bo's arm. "Don't bother. You came all this way." Bo said coldly. "How long you stayin'?" "I don't know. I didn't make much plans. Didn't want to assume I'd be welcome." You retorted. Bo didn't answer and simply walked off.

Jonesy led you down the narrow corridor. It was covered in wax, making you wary of possibly slipping. Whilst Jonesy seemed to have no issues. Vincent turned his head towards you both. Jonesy brushed against Vincent’s leg as she passed him. “Hey Vince...” You muttered. Vincent nodded quietly to you in greeting. You looked around the dimly lit workshop that was littered with candles in all corners around the room. “Wasn’t this ma’s workshop? It looks so different from before.” Vincent nodded again as he began to round up off all of his tools. “Somehow this house looks exactly the same as it did before...yet somehow so different. This room is the most different. Ma liked everything decorated. Her workshop had that horrific flowered wallpaper that looked like something out of the forties.” You smiled. “I hated that wallpaper. Now it’s all gone.” Vincent didn’t respond. “Are you pissed at me?” You asked him and he looked for his shoulder towards you. You knew you wouldn’t receive an answer but a hint would have been nice.

After a moment Vincent shook his head and turned around. Vincent had always been the more understanding one, even if you knew he was keeping a lot of his thoughts to himself. That was just Vincent. He didn’t want to argue. Ever. You thought it best to change the subject. “Do you remember when we used to have sleep overs?” You asked. “The living room looked huge back then. You, me and Bo would sleep on the living room floor and Lester would beg ma to let him join. He was so excited when Ma finally thought him old enough to join in.” You smiled as you smiled down at Jonesy and scratched the back of her ear. Vincent silently nodded as he cleaned his carving tools of the solidifying wax. “I was looking at it earlier. I found some of your old statues. Even after all of this time, they’re still so cool.” You said as you lifted your gaze. “So you guys have been keeping this place going? You’ve definitely added to it, Vince.” He nodded in reply before turning to look at you. "Ma would be proud to know one of us carried on her work. I think she'd be glad it was you. The artist of the kids." You smiled at him. Vincent looked at you with the mention of his mother and nodded slightly, a small nod of appreciation. "You certainly did her talents justice along with your own." Vincent pointed at you. "Me? What about me?" You asked. Vincent looked for a scrap piece of paper and a pencil. 'What have you been doing?' You stood up and peaked over his shoulder. "Oh. There's really not much to tell, Vince. I got clean. I was working a few jobs to rent a place. Keep me off the streets, you know?" Vincent began writing again. 'How long have you been sober?' "Two years." You replied. "Two years and nine months, if you want specifics." 'Ma and Pa would have been happy with that. I'm proud of you.' You cracked a smile at Vince. "I don't think they'd think very much of it, not to me anyway but...it means a lot that you're proud of me, my big brother." You smiled fondly. Vincent stared at you through his mask for a moment before he turned to the paper again. 'Have you been alone all this time?' You nodded with a small shrug. "It's not so bad after a while. You get used to it." Vincent shook his head before quickly writing again. ‘You shouldn't have to get used to it.’ "Really Vince, it's fine. I made my choices and got the consequences. I'm only sorry that I wasn't around for the rest of our childhood and I'm sorry that it took me so long to get clean." You said softly.

Vincent lifted his arms slightly in question. Silently asking permission to hug you. "Oh boy, the hugging." You sighed with a smile. "Sure but it's our secret. Lester finds out you’ve had two and he'll whine for the next twenty years." You hummed in amusement as Vincent pulled you slowly into him by your shoulders. You wrapped your arms around him. The hug made you realise how much you had missed Vincent's hugs. Now that he was closer, you could hear the slightly wheeze and whistles of him breathing through his mouth. To your surprise you heard a tiny croak. "Stay." You felt the vibrations on your shoulder. You hadn't heard Vincent's voice in years and it was enough to bring a lump to your throat. "I don't know if it's that easy, Vince." You replied quietly and you felt him squeeze you slightly.

You were taking a moment of quiet in the night as you thought over your interaction with Vincent and how much you had missed him. It was interrupted by the door behind you being kicked open and Jonesy rushing past you. "Don't run off girl!" Lester called out to the dog who began sniffing the grass. You looked behind you to see Lester meet your gaze with a grin. "You not cold out here?" "This? Cold?" You scoffed. "Hardly. Isn't it past your bedtime?" You teased. "Maybe...at least fifteen years ago." Lester replied and the two of you chuckled. "So what do you think of the place, hm?" Lester sat beside you. "Some of it really hasn't changed much. Ma's workshop was completely different. I...haven't really looked at my old room though." You admitted. "Can't bring myself to look. Bad memories." "It ain't all that bad. We got good ol' Jonsey now too. She certainly livens up the place when she wants to." You turned to Lester. "You know what our childhood was like..." You looked at Lester. "It was shit." "I could imagine worse...i’d say we turned out jus' fine." Lester shrugged. "Lester, our brothers are killing people and turning them into wax figures in our ma’s honour and literally own nothing but a town of wax." You deadpanned. Lester shrugged again. "Don't explain why you left though." "We've been through this." You sighed. "Not when they kicked you out. When you never came back and didn't so much as call. They reported you missin' and everythin'." Lester pressed. "I dunno." You answered quietly. "I saw my way out and just...took it." You turned your gaze to Lester. "Do you remember what I was like with school?" "Hell yeah. That was a shit show. Pa and Ma was always on your ass." "Yeah, he thought I was lazy and a brat." You responded. "It took me moving to the big city to discover that it wasn't me being difficult. I have Dyslexia. How could our parents never have thought about that? I cried for hours because I couldn't understand math questions that were under my age level. How I was also getting through things so slow no matter how hard I tried." You nodded behind you towards the door. "Bo clearly has problems. He always did and our parents were shit at dealing with it." "So you left because of the ol' folks eh?" Lester asked. "I left because I couldn't handle the pressure anymore. I wasn't on the drugs for fun. I was on the drugs because they kept me awake so I could keep up with you guys." You huffed slightly. After a moment of silence as you sucked your teeth. You spoke. "Bo was the problem child, I was the child that screwed everything up, Vin was the golden child and you..." You paused. "...you were almost invisible, Les." You had thought it for years, remembered it for as long as you could remember but saying it out loud brought an icy chill within you. You didn't want it to be said. Now that you had said it, you wished you'd have taken that to the grave. Yet Lester remained unbothered by the statement, his expression somewhat content with it. "I still had you, Vince and Bo. Although I lost you that night Pa kicked you out. I think we all lost you." You didn't respond, instead lowering your head. Then Lester nudged you. "C'mon, let's get back inside and watch some TV whilst Bo ain't around to be up our asses about it." You cracked a small smile. "Sure. What are we watchin'?" You asked as Lester called for Jonesy. She wasted no time running back inside.

Snooping is a very bad habit and something most parents taught their children to never ever do. Bo's parents were no different in this. However they snooped to find your drugs all those years ago and if he were to believe a single word you said about being clean, he'd have no issue doing the same. He unzipped your bag and began to search.

You lashed out in rage against your parents when you recognised the drugs were gone and you did the only thing that made sense in that time. Rationale was long gone with your sobriety. You destroyed your mother's workspace and left nothing untouched.

It felt good to destroy every little bit of what had your mother's attention and heart. It felt good knowing it would hurt her like she had hurt you. However that feeling didn't stay as well as your high. Soon your body would have been itching for that high once more. Until then, you'd have to face the consequences of your actions and that same good feeling you had was long gone having since turned into a pit in your stomach.

"What have you done...?" Your mother put a hand to her chest. Hours upon hours of work in ruins beyond repair. "What have you done!?" She demanded louder this time through clenched teeth, this time almost in pain. Her heart ached for the loss of her work. In the midst of your tears you pleaded with her. "You're gonna forgive me, ma!? Please, you're gonna forgive me though!?" She didn't answer you as she held back tears of sheer heartbreak. It was that night that your father kicked you out. Your mother too upset to do much else than watch.

You found Bo leaning on the frame of the porch, smoking a cigarette, later into the night, his back to you. He did nothing to imply he knew you were there but given the state of your belongings, that didn't really matter. “Satisfied?” Bo turned at the sound of your tired question. He simply looked at you and you continued. “What? You think i don’t know when you ransack my stuff? A kind of art our family never perfected, leaving things undisturbed. Sure you put it back but it’s a mess.” “I had to be sure who came back here tonight. My younger sibling or the addict who looks like them.” Bo brought his cigarette to his lips. “I get it Bo, really I do. Given the shit i’ve done, it’s not out from the imagination.” You replied as you moved to stand beside him. "You got bigger things to explain anyway." Bo said somewhat coldly. You stayed quiet as he continued. "Ma's funeral. You weren't there. Weren't at Pa's either." "I wasn't ready." You said. "Bullshit! Ma wanted you home for years and you didn't so much as call." "They kicked me out and I was an addict. Don't kick out your kids and expect them to come running back to you. I couldn't trust them anymore." "Because they threw out your drugs?" Bo asked incredulously. "Because they threw me out!" You retorted. "Anything could have happened to me from the moment I was out that door and they fucking knew it! Not that it was much worse anyway. Our parents actually did a good job preparing me for the violence. Even you couldn't disagree with that." "For believing in discipline?" Bo retorted. "Bo..." You said quietly. "...they hurt you." "They have my respect for that now as a man." He retorted. "It's not right and it's not okay. You were a child and they hurt you. They hurt me." You said. "You and I were the problem kids remember? I wasn't good enough in school and you couldn't behave. You got scars and I got a drug problem." Bo was quiet for a moment. "So that's why you used? Because they were tough on you for school?" "I have Dyslexia. It impacts my ability to learn. I wasn't a bad kid. I wasn't stupid. If our parents paid attention they'd have had a clue, maybe even help you." "You can't-" You cut Bo off before he could finish. "Dad was a fucking doctor, Bo. If he paid attention to his kids, he'd notice that he had two kids that needed help. Instead he and ma tied you down to a fucking highchair and taped you to it. You bled, Bo. You still have the scars." You paused with a frustrated sigh. "No I didn't go to the funeral. Maybe I should have been there for you. I get that. Even you can understand that if I felt my absence punished them, they deserved it. I was hurting long before they kicked me out. That night was when they lost me for good and I was left on my own. I got out of that, without them." "Then why did you come back?" Bo asked. "Can't choose your family Bo...but I can choose to have you in my life. I get it if you don't but I'd like to know my brothers again." "Even knowing what we do?" He asked. You sighed. "Doesn't being a Sinclair mean to never have a normal life?" Bo chuckled. "Kinda does doesn't it?" You couldn't help but smile. "If you're staying..." Bo began. "you're staying. You're not welcome to come and go as you please." "I don't need to go away anymore." You said softly. "I figured everything out. All that was left to do was to come home."

#House of Wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #reader #one shot #oneshot #Slashers #slasher movies #warning

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Jul 27, 2022

Coming Home to You - Jack Harlow

Context: He's finally home.

Genre: smut, fluff

Word Count: 2k

Pairings: Jack Harlow x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, sexual activity

A/N: This is Part 2 to Piece of You. Please be sure to read that before reading this, as it’ll make more sense.

Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not 18+. Reader's discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

Masterlist ☽☾

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1 Month before Jack’s Departure for Tour

“Dude, you have to hold still.”

“I can’t, this shit is cold.”

“If you keep moving, you’re gonna fuck it up.” Urban grunted out, holding the container that surrounded Jack’s dick.

The shit he did for love.

He was going on tour this upcoming month and he wanted to leave a piece of him behind for you to have.

Needless to say, Urban decided to help his best friend with the process of crafting the piece of art. However, he did not anticipate how squeamish Jack would be to the contents of the mold.

“Okay okay! Let's throw this one out because this is hardening.” Urban threw away the container, Jack’s dick swinging in the open.

“Woah, what the fuck is going on here?” Druski spoke, walking to the living room to which the best friends were standing.

“I’m tryna get a mold of Jack’s dick for-“

“For yourself? Damn, I didn’t know you were into that.”

“This is for Y/N Druski. Not for me.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway, I’m tryna get this fuckin mold and Jack won’t hold still.”

“BECAUSE ITS FUCKING COLD MAN.”

“NO CAUSE YOU’RE BEING A LITTLE BITCH.” At Urban’s comment, Druski walked up to the old tub, feeling his hand on the container.

“That’s not that bad…”

“Shut up Druski.” Jack announced, pinching his fingers together on the bridge of his nose. “I can’t even get hard.”

“How about I do a reenactment of you and Y/N?” Urban spoke as braced himself.

“This is based on true events. Ahem. Oh, Jack, you feel so good inside me. Fuck Jack, baby, just like that. Yeah, you like the way I spell my name on your dick? Mhmm, of course, you do.”

“OHKAY!” Jack yelled, looking at Urban with wide eyes. However, it was Druski’s comment that sent him to the moon.

“Dude, you’re fuckin hard.”

Jack looked down at himself, his cock completely erect and red.

“Well, I’ll be damn.” Urban spoke, placing his hand on his hip.

“Let’s just get this over with, so I can take care of this.” Jack pointed to himself as Urban grabbed the container, placing it onto Jack’s dick to mold.

This time, they didn’t mess up.

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“Fuck Jack, m’gonna cum again.” You spoke, the gushing of your cunt on speaker over the phone.

He had been holding back from touching himself for the past week, explaining to you that he wanted to give you the most “breedable load” he could muster.

You thought that was hot. So fucking hot.

His voice brought you back from thought with the next statement he made.

“Good. I’ll be home in 6 hours baby.”

Now that he sat on the plane, with only forty-five minutes before touch down, he was debating if he should break his own promise to himself.

That plane bathroom looked real promising this time around.

However, it was Urban that was able to pull him out of his own banter.

“Just wait on it dude. It’ll be a hundred times better.”

“Easy for you to say, you had bitches while we were over there.”

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. Please prepare for landing."

☽ ☾

He could say he was proud for the fact that you held up on your end, except, you didn’t fully.

He rolled you over slowly, watching the glistening of your skin in the moonlight.

Fuck, he was happy to be home.

But he was more happy to have his pussy back.

Swiftly and fast, he removed all of his clothing, hovering over you in the bed. He placed your legs over his thighs, removing the dildo before replacing it with own dick, moaning at the feeling.

“Fuck ma.”

“Jack?” You spoke, your eyes fluttering open as Jack began to thrust into you.

“I thought I told you to edge yourself.”

“I did baby, I-“

“Then why we’re you asleep with the fucking dildo in your pussy?”

“I’m sorry Jack, I’m-“ He slapped your breast, forcing a whimper to leave your lips at the pleasurable pain.

“What’s my name?”

“Daddy…”

“Good girl.”

He began to pick up his pace again, you bracing your hands on the headboard behind you as his thrusts got rougher. He placed one leg on his shoulder, hitting a certain angle that made you scream.

“Shut the fuck up, I don’t wanna hear shit from you.” He dragged you over to the end of the bed and put you over his lap, ass out in the air.

Well, you knew where this was going.

He shoved you onto the floor, standing up as you pushed yourself to your knees. He stood in front of you, legs spread as he tapped his dick on your face.

“Open your mouth and suck me off.” He commanded, to which you took his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head.

“Don’t fucking tease me.” He grabbed your head and began fucking your throat, you bracing yourself by placing your hands on his thighs, to which he immediately demanded away.

“Get on the bed princess. Face down, ass up.” You did as you were told, following perfect orders as you got yourself ready for him, shaking your ass a little/

“Fuck baby, I missed my pussy so much.” He tapped his tip on your clit, your body jerking in response.

“Daddy! Oh fuck, daddy.”

“I can’t hear you.”

He quickly, and swiftly, flipped the two of you over, obtaining the missionary position.

He placed his hand around your throat and squeezed as he pistoned into you, your body shaking with pleasure.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.”

“Fuck, me too baby girl. Let's come together. On three.” You nodded your head, control of your body slipping from you.

“3”

“2”

“1”

“Cum.”

You both came with a loud shout, Jack unloading the biggest load into your warm pussy, your walls spazzing against him as you squirted, body convulsing.

That was before the world went black.

☽ ☾

You woke up to the sound of the television and breathing, your eyes fluttering open to find Jack’s baby blue eyes staring back at you.

“Hi.”

“Hello, mamas. How are you feeling?”

“Okay, tired, a little sore.” You looked down at your body, a fresh t-shirt (Jack’s) on.

You dragged him down weakly with your hand, pulling him into a deep kiss.

An “I love you”, “I missed you” kiss.

“I love you Jack.”

“I love you too baby.”

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aajjks · 4 months

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TPOL!JK

“hey guys” jorja says as she goes to hug ji-ae and jungkook “hi man~” she coos to jaemin but he continues to cry and she’s sure he’s missing you and probably expecting you to come back.

“i saw you sitting here and figured why not speak, y’know?” jorja jokes but the cloud over their heads is so huge that it’s hard to find any sunlight.

“you were wrong, y’know? i’m not saying y/n isn’t wrong but she was under the influence and barely registered what was going on when you barged in. i feel responsible for ruining your relationship with her because yerin and i planned for the strippers and stuff. i apologize for that but—,”

“you don’t have to apologize, jorja. we appreciate it and i’m sure jungkook does too but if we’re gonna move on then i’d appreciate if you don’t her up around us”

“o-oh. yeah, sorry. you’re right. i should…i should get going then. you guys be safe”

jorja says before leaving and she can feel a cloud looming over her head as she turns to leave and hears jaemin’s crying. his son loves you so much and the fact that even he is aware of your absence hurts her heart.

it’s what’s best.

she repeats the phrase over and over in her head but how can this be what’s best when you’ve impacted their lives so much. they each have so much love for you and she’s sure they’ll never let anyone in again after you. you’re irreplaceable in all of their hearts, especially jaemin’s.

when ji-ae takes the her grandson from jungkook, he’s still crying and screaming. it’s the last thing jorja sees before she gets in her car and drives off.

“i think you should let y/n see him. she’s his parent too, jungkook and he clearly misses her” his mother says.

Jungkook rolls his eyes but his heart is aching a lot, and hearing his infant son, crying like that, it’s definitely hard because he is not even able to focus on his grief- because he knows that Jaemin needs you.

But how can his mother suggest that he let you see Jaemin? You two broke up and it’s not healthy for him to see you because he’ll only get more and more attached to you and it’ll only get hard for Jungkook to get over you, and he will never be able to if you’re constantly in his life because of Jaemin.

But is he really going to be selfish when it comes to what is best for his son? Jungkook sighs, “ma… I don’t know she broke my heart really bad and I’m sure that she feels no remorse about it and the way jorja just said that she was under the influence trying to justify her actions and you know what happened when I was under the influence of alcohol- I literally got a girl pregnant so imagine what could’ve happened if I wasn’t there that night?? Why don’t these girls realize that?” Jungkook put his point across and Jiae gets it, well kind of.

Jungkook is a complicated man and it’s really hard to understand him even his own mother sometimes fails to understand her own son.

But when he sees helplessness in his mother’s eyes and Jaemins constant, screaming and crying, he surrenders. “ you know what you’re right.. Jaemin does deserve to see her and maybe you should just take him to her because you know damn well that I won’t”

Jungkook tilts his head away from his mother before she could persuade him even more, not any of youpeople have any idea how hard it is for him to be away from you, or to try to get over you because it took him two years with chaeyoung and he still wasn’t over you.

No one has any idea what jungkook is going through right now.

“Take him, but I’m not sure if she would want to see him. I don’t even know her anymore.” He bites his lower lip. He knows that jorja is going to tell you about her encounter with him and his family.

#ask: tpol!jungkook #poor baby 🥺

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spacedhead · 8 months

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homestuck reread #15 act 6 p6

this is funny . HE DID THOSE THINGS . he is so silly . he is the reason all of my faves just died gruesomely. i hope you die in a fire you fucking bitch

when you walkin

my son needs to be studied in a genetics lab . why would you ever say this to another human being

okay...... in dangerous territory of becoming a roxygen shipper... surely this will not happen to me

LOOK AT MY SON HE WILL LIVE UP TO HIS RESPONSIBILITY AND MASTER HIS POWERS

this is how i look in real life every day of the god damn week year month space time continue umm (thinkign of daeb stribur)

MY SON IS SUS HES VENTING SOMEBODY STOP HIM BEFORE HE KILLS US ALL

ive been converted to roxygen. sorry to all my fans. also this sequence um is the best and i love it even though the things that it is a reaction to were terrible and maybe the worst i love this part for some reason. it is like a break. like there is a plan in motion and things are getting fixed, but it also feels... quieter... the chiller if you will. maybe because i love john and roxy and they are the stars of this part

i wonder if he was saying things like gadzooks or shucky darn or ay chihuahua

ok i watched the vriska gram and it was awesome B) but look at THIS . wow they are getting along! awesome we love to see it

???

SO TRUE. i need to start saying this. or do i? no probably not .

awwwwww yeeaaaaaaaaa-

he is so funny

brother what are you saying... youre so corny lil bro... i cant believe i used to be like this when i was like 11 years old... SO CRINGE

yeah sometimes things are just really fucking gay. and is it a crime to point that out . like my friends? theyre all soooooooo gay its ridiculous. i think it makes them better

john egbert - subtle as a brick. i kinda love him for that though? like it is funny to me just how fucking oblivious he is to like EVERYTHING around him .

john being absolutely mind blown and own realizing he wants terezi so badly is so funny like LOL YOU WANT HER SOOO BAD AND KARKAT JUST CALLED YOU TF OUT LIL BRO

WHY DOES HE WANT TO FUCK HIS MOM

hes so over

god i love dave and arquius sprite. look at them . my sons. one of them is weird and sweaty

dave is so me (in my mind)

this is the funniest jake will ever be and the joke is on him and he said ONE word. great comedic timing buddy

i love this for karkat. defend your boyfriend!! i dont think vriska is necessarily trying to be mean here but i do like that karkat is willing to seriously defend his honor.

me every day . goodnight

this is really fucked up man

GOD.

okay reading this i dunno if i always thought this probably i did but ive returned to it again and definitively this time. this interaction between dave and dirk is the BEST interaction in the comic and adds so much more depth to both of them who were already GREAT characters. THIS interaction solidifies dave as my favorite character of all time. homestuck is many things but one of its major themes is just trying to become a better person. and i think dave personifies that theme so much. he has come so far and evolved so much as a person that looking back at his early interactions in the comic makes you think you are looking at a completely different character. sure he types the same and has a bit of the same mannerisms but it is so clear that he went from shitty bigoted teenager to a guy who actually cares about the things he says and does and a guy who is actually a good person. he even says in a previous interaction with roxy and rose that he has focused on being a half way decent guy so that when he makes a freudian slip (which he does ALL the time) it wont be anything insane of unforgiveable. i fucking love him and i am so glad this conversation with dirk exists

I MEAN LOOK AT THIS SHIT DUDE . PRE SBURB DAVE WAS A FUCKING ASSHOLE AND LOOK AT HOW FAR HE HAS COME . it seems so simple but it actually means a lot especially for someone having gone through all the shit he did and coming out the other side like this .

man so fuckin true

GAHHHHHH MAN THSI UFUCK

okay... so thats all the images i have for this one. i do think its a good place to end it though. this is def my favorite part of the whole comic. theres not much left! next post may be the last. just a few more conversations and little events to happen and then Collide. its gonna be great!!!

#joff hs reread #GOD DAMN YOU #things need to improve or so help me i will freak out #roxygen so cute

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short-black-diamond · 9 months

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HEY HEY!! YO CAKE IS BACK

And I would like to request Elijah with a supportive s/o! Preferably male reader but it doesn't matter that much! Anything is fine🤩🤩

- 🍰nom

Extra note: Sending you requests if no one is >:))♡♡♡

MA CAKE, MA 🍰NOM, WHAT'S UP!?!??!?!

Also not you exposing me with that extra note bro...ANYWAYS- ...also let's pretend that you have bunnies.

BUT FINALLY; AN ELIJAH REQUEST!!!!! I'M SORRY BUT HE'S MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE AND I THINK HE'S JUST SO BABYGIRL!

warnings: fluff, also jealousy on your part, and spoilers

This fanfic is from the Webtoon: The Tomato Can, please check it out!

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Elijah with a supportive male s/o!

How you two met:

When I tell you this man was nervous to approach you when he saw you for the first time-

You two met in college, where you were putting posters regarding the environment (the one where Elijah wore that blue hoodie), he asked if he could join

you were thrilled

you guys became bros, and then ended up being together (I'll write a fic abt this), you also came to terms of your boyfriend's reasons to fall asleep through some lessons

your boi's a fighter, come to terms with this

when he first took you to his training place, in his unclean van, you were nervous

'Will the people there be okay? Elijah is okay...how will the coaches be?!', yeah, your mind was filled with self-doubt

When you met the two men who introduced themselves as his coaches, you did your best to appear polite and sweet

but please my love...

YOU ARE ALREADY SWEET AND POLITE

anyways-

"So, you must be ____! Elijah has told us a lot about you!"

"Yeah, mostly about how he'd love to hold you close to his chest and give you all the smooches in the world-"

Damn, they really had to spill his secrets, but you only blushed

"AHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHA, please stop talking! Uh, ____! W-we haven't checked the changing rooms yet!"

"Don't do anything funny there!"

"You guys need con-"

"GOODBYEEEE!!!", cue to Elijah dragging you away from these two

"Uh...they seemed nice..!", you only said as your heart raced

Elijah groaned in response before apologizing for their behavior

Back to before he had to leave to this reality show:

"You sure you don't want to come with me?"

"You asked Mr. Jericho multiple times already, Elijah."

"Still..."

"I also have my bunnies."

"...dammit."

safe to say, when it didn't look like you were supporting him before (you were, but in private) you were definitely supporting him now

you watched every single game of his, commented, and also asked either the coaches of chatgpt what the movements were.

now, as you're watching him fight Ethan, you're shocked

you never thought that Elijah could do that, or how Ethan just straight up carried Elijah

nevertheless, you cheered very loudly when Elijah won against Ethan

You also are very fond of Kublai (although he gives you the creeps a little), who seems to have taken Elijah under his wings, as he protected your boyfriend from Zach and Ethan who were bullying him before the fight

yeah, you pretty much wanted to rip their heads off

you also didn't like it when Elijah told you that JJ cut off half of his bonus for sponsoring the organization you two worked for

damn you hated that man so much-

but still, you were happy that he won his first match

although he has to fight every other person he gets matched up against-

You two occasionally talk when it's allowed and you also post pictures of your bunnies to him

and you tell him about your day, he does the same

but when he told you that there was a girl who gave him a nice smelling towel (the latest episode where there is this blushing girl)

you saw red

"Who?"

"I dunno, but the towel smelled really nice! Kinda like vanilla, but also like a rose...I dunno, but it for sure smelled good!"

Sorry but can't stand that girl sorry not sorry

"Oh..." "You okay?" "Yeah I'm fine, it's just...was she cute?" "...are you jealous?"

you took a moment not to loose your temper to Elijah, so you just said yes

"How could I not? You're a few thousand miles away, and I am not there with you..."

"You know that you're my boyfriend, right? I have no business with other people trying to claim your spot. You're the only one for me, alright?"

"Yes. Thank you. I...feel much better now."

and you really did. You were glad that Elijah told you this, as in him reassuring you.

gosh you loved that man so much-

(and I do too-)

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And we'll stop here! 1. Because I have no thoughts anymore, 2. because I really don't want to spoil any more.

please send in requests!

I think this was rather short, but I hope it was okay!

Read you in the next post!

#the tomato can webtoon #the tomato can #the tomato can x reader #the tomato can x you #the tomato can x male reader #ttc x you #elijah zelenoff #elijah x reader #elijah x y/n #elijah x male reader #elijah x reader fluff #the tomato can fluff #kublai khan #the tomato can elijah #i love you 🍰nom

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littlebigmouse · 1 year

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TMA MAG 64-65

... We're getting a lot of stories about undergrounds, burials and tunnels lately aren't we. I'm sure that doesn't relate to anything at all.

Also I'm sorry, but the image of someone looking into a camera and eating an entire computer piece by piece sounds hilarious to me. Those 24 hour charity stream have really taken off, huh?

And now to the most important piece of the statement: The psychological terrorism Jon is inflicting on his coworkers I mean the office drama!

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Tim Stoker did nothing wrong, ever, in his life.

And god, I love the VA's performance in this episode. Such a good job!

OH NOW Jon is suspicious of the CCTV footage. Lord give me strength.

Jon, if you really think that Tim is a murder suspect, then why are you telling him about your suspicions regarding the footage? If you think there's a chance he did it or is an "agent" of something sinister, why are you tipping your hand like that just when everyone would have reason to believe you've been placated?

Or maybe, the fact that you've been friends for so long, as Tim is alluding to here - which, I need more details on that backstory AHH - maybe you still believe in that friendship and maybe you just desperately want to tell anyone of your findings, maybe you do actually need the support of people who regularly flirt or hack their way into police files to uncover this mystery.

I know paranoia is not supposed to be rational. But I will keep yelling at Jon to please maybe THINK for a second.

Also. Tim's practically solving this mystery for me. I feel very heard. And also damn, I need to point out and appreciate Tim's social/observational skills here. Tim is aware that Jon's been having a rough time because he went through the exact same trauma, and he acnowledges that. Tim gives further support to my "Elias doesn't care" theory by virtue of having it himself. He rightly points out Martin's - at this point - harmful conflict avoidance, and he just cuts himself off when he gets to Not-Sascha.

What have you noticed about her, Tim?

Honestly, I headcanon Sascha and Tim were something like best buddies pre-and-during-season-one, since they're mentioned to work together a lot. Maybe he noticed the 180° in her personality. Maybe he feels just as betrayed by her dismissal of Jon as by Martin's, but if it were just that, he wouldn't cut himself off, would he? I can imagine he tried to reach out to her about his troubles, but due to whatever Not-Sascha is up to, or maybe because she lacks the bond/the memories of the real Sasha, she probably brushed him off.

UGh, I am so invested in this.

What's most infruriating is that just as Tim realizes that he can't leave, and Jon explains to him that the archives are trapping them - that should have been Jon's clue that Tim is being genuine here, that he didn't kill anyone, that he's trying to get out of an incredibly shitty situation that Jon is absolutely responsible for.

But instead, Jon still refuses to trust Tim. And if Jon really thinks that Tim is faking here, that he is pretending to be this emotionally distraught, that he was faking what, years of friendship? That he is that good an actor, than that means Jon also does not take much stock into their friendship, into the very real struggle Tim is displaying here. He doesn't acknowledge it because he doesn't believe it, and that's a paranoia that's downright heinous. Imagine you're having a mental breakdown and your long time friend is so wrapped up in their own shit they don't believe you. While you're standing in front of them, having symptoms and a face full of worm holes.

So yeah, our man Tim does not deserve any of this shit.

Also, Jon's absolute social inability shining through brightly here, that he thinks that Tim thinks that Jane Prentiss is his fault. Ma brother in horror podcasts, everything after is the problem, and the fact that Jon refuses to own up to it here kind of shows that even his previous apology to all of them - what, 5 episodes ago? - was not genuine.

You're an asshole, Mr. Archivist.

Do you guys think Elias knows that none of them can leave? I think after Gertrude he should have realized the archives appear to be a job for life. Has he tried to leave himself? Maybe he doesn't give a shit because he knows, whatever is going on, he cannot escape. The only think he can do is watch everyone around him go insane and or die, until the madness claims him as well.

Now that would be interesting, wouldn't it?

#tma #tma live reaction #tma season 2 #tim stoker #jonathan sims #the gertrude murder mystery

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dumbassacademia · 3 years

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Speaking of the aftermath of the covid vaccine I texted my family that day to let them know and my mom’s response to telling them i felt like shit was to say that she felt wonderful after she got hers

#Like queen I already knew that #She drove down and went bra shopping with me literally the next day #Like yeah you felt great that’s so nice #I didn’t #I slept most of that day #and when I was awake I spent my time cuddling my pillow and watching Rick and morty #Plus I watched bo burnham’s what at like 2 in the morning with my floormate #And then had to get up at like noon to drive home for my brother’s birthday #He was also sick fun fact #We decided it was a twin connection thing #He’s six years older than me but #Idk it’s our vibe #we’ve been watching that new show the great north #And they talk about what they call “Alaskan twins”#Which p much just means codependent siblings #And we’ve gone with it #But yeah I was like damn ma that’s really the best response #And then the next day when I was home I mentioned I slept most of the day and she goes “but you went to class right”#No I did not ma’am bc I felt like I was dying #If I’d been in high school she would’ve made me stay home from school #so I don’t know why she can’t grasp that I’m allowed to be sick in college too #i Love her sm but damn she says the wrong stuff sometimes #Truly bless her heart #Not academia #Rin Speaks #also if anyone wants to talk to me about Rick and morty I’m in a phase rn so #yeah #God I really just keep rambling #Sorry folks I’ll be quiet now

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fezco-youphoria · 2 years

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Protective

a/n: this kinda started as something else but i liked how it ended up

summary: Fez is protective of his girl.

pairing: Fezco x reader

It’s pouring rain outside. The storm came fast and sudden. You chilled with Jules after school and were riding your bike home to Fez’s when it started. By the time you arrive at your boyfriend’s house, you’re soaking wet.

“You look like shit,” Ash nods as you walk in.

You roll your eyes in response before trudging out of Ash’s room. You go down the hall and spot your boyfriend on the living room couch, smoking a blunt. He looks back when he hears you come in. His jaw almost drops when he sees you.

“Damn, baby. I thought you was still with Jewel. You shoulda called me, I would've picked you up.”

“I couldn’t,” you shrug.

You dig through your bag and pull out your phone. The screen is badly cracked. It looks broken. Fez rises to his feet and walks over to you.

“Shit. Ma, what happened?”

“I was on my bike and Nate Jacobs drove by in his stupid truck. He swerved toward me and forced me off the road. I fell off the bike into a huge puddle,” you explain.

Fez’s eyes widen.

“That asshole?!”

Your boyfriend hates Nate. Fez thought that Nate learned his lesson about fucking with him and the people he cares about when he beat his ass at the New Year’s party. Apparently the message didn’t really stick. Nate’s back to the same old shit.

“Yeah and my phone was in my pocket when it happened so it got the brunt of it. Now it's dead and I have to go get it replaced. Like I don’t believe this. I was actually having a pretty good day today too, ya know? Nate ruins everything. He’s the worst!”

Fez sighs, nodding his head. He puts a supportive hand on your shoulder. You immediately flinch.

“Ow,” you wince.

Fez quickly moves his hand away and takes a step back. You’ve never reacted that way to Fez’s touch before. He looks at you with concern.

“Baby, what-”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t… I just…I’m going to take a shower,” you nervously stutter.

You turn your back and walk away from Fez.

“Yo, you okay?” he calls out to you.

You don’t respond to your boyfriend’s question. You just keep going down the hall and lock yourself in the bathroom.

After taking a long hot shower, you’re starting to feel a little better. You step out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you. When you walk into Fez’s room, you see him pulling out one of his t-shirts from the drawer.

“Hey. I, uh, thought you might wanna change into this. I know it’s your favorite,” Fez tries.

Your heart melts. Fez is so sweet with you. You’re honestly touched by the gesture.

“Thanks baby. You just made my whole day,” you smile as you take the shirt.

“You can have that gray hoodie you like too,” Fez offers.

You nod. Fez goes to his closet, grabs the hoodie and tosses it onto the bed. You finish drying off and remove your towel.

Fez notices scrapes and bruises on your hip, arm and shoulder. He takes a deep breath, realizing that’s why you flinched earlier. You must’ve gotten them when you fell off your bike. Fez bites the inside of his cheek, trying his best to keep cool. He hates seeing you hurt.

While you get dressed, Fez leans back against the bureau with his arms crossed. He can’t keep his eyes off a particularly large bruise forming on your thigh. Nate Jacobs did that. Fez is silently seething. You put on a pair of sweatpants, covering up the bruise and snapping Fez out of his thoughts.

“If he messes with you again I’mma gonna kill him,” Fez tells you in a low, serious voice.

Your face drops.

“Fezco, no… Nate’s an asshole and deserves a beatdown but you know how dangerous he can be. I don’t want any more cops raiding the house in the middle of the night or his dad coming to the store again…”

“He’s a fuckin’ bitch. I can handle that shit,” your boyfriend insists.

“No! Please... I don’t want anything bad to happen to you because of me,” you say quietly.

From the tone of your voice, Fez can sense how uneasy you are. He shakes his head and slowly walks towards you. He takes your hand and gives you a gentle, reassuring look.

“You my girl, nobody should be messin’ with you, ‘specially him.”

You sigh, taking in your boyfriend’s words. Nobody looks out for you or protects you the way that Fez does. Not even your own family. He really does care about you.

Unsure what to say, you just pull Fez into a hug. You nuzzle your head into his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you.

“It’ll be alright, ma. Promise,” Fez says softly.

Your body relaxes in Fez's arms. In this moment, you feel safe.

#fezco #fezco x reader #fez x reader #fezco imagine #fezco euphoria #euphoria #euphoria fic #euphoria imagine

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olenoname · 2 years

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Adopting Gyutaro & Daki: Bad Ending

angst, animal abuse, blood, threats of violence, death of pet, death of reader, arson, mass murder, death of children

Gyutaro/Daki x adoptive mother reader

Part 1

Sora had gone missing. You let him run around in the forest all the time and he always comes back, but it's been hours now, where could he have gone? Gyutaro and Ume had been calling him with no response, you assure them that he will come back, like he always does. But underneath, you were worried sick about him, you started to assume the worst. You start to pray that he returns home and hoped for the best.

They weren't having it and went to go look for their dog. A couple hours went by and you were beginning to worry, no one came home yet. *Thud* you heard hit your wall outside of the house "kids?" You called out, they didn't respond back, what's going on? You step outside and your eyes widened to your horror, it was Sora's...head...

You double over and start to dry heave, you've never seen anything so grotesque. You were about to pass out before your adrenaline kicked in, this was clearly a threat, you had no time to mourn, you needed to find the kids and go.

You head straight into the forest to look for them, they are nowhere to be found, have they gone out that far to look for this dog? After looking for an hour, just when you were starting to think they already went home, you saw smoke. There was smoke coming from where your house is.

You sprinted back to the house engulfed in flames, are they still inside? You had to make sure. You hopped in from the window and tried to shield your face from the intense heat. "Ume?! Gyutaro?! Are you in here?!" After hearing no response, you checked their rooms to see if maybe they had passed out from the smoke.

They were empty and you were starting to cough and your eyes were stinging. You tried to run back out, but some beams fell, blocking the nearest exit. You looked for another way out before one fell on your head.

You were losing consciousness, all you could do was hope that they were alright. Before your eyes shut, you heard a faint but familiar voice echo through your head. "Mommy!"

Everything went black

Take care of each other

Gyutaro and Ume could only watch in horror from a distance as the house collapsed in on itself. The only person who ever gave a damn about them was gone and all they could do was wail and curse at the sky.

Ume was on her hands and knees, sobbing as loud as she could while Gyutaro swings his sickle at a tree enraged, repeating to himself "I'll kill them, Ume, I'll kill them for what they did to Ma and Sora!" Just when he was hoping for some kind of miracle, they hear an unsettling, yet soothing voice from behind them.

"What a calamity" they both turn to the source of this voice "you poor things." It was a man in red, but something wasn't right about him, other than the fact that he was carrying someone's severed limbs. Is he here to kill them? "You both lost everything just like that" he said with a grin on his face, was he mocking them?

Gyutaro started to bare his teeth at him "who are you?" Ume spoke up "hmm? Why, you can call me Doma, sweetheart." "Don't speak to my sister all familiar like!" Gyutaro hissed, ready to lounge at the man. Ignoring him, Doma asks "do you want to kill them?"

Gyutaro drops his guard "what?" "Do you want to kill the people responsible for this?" Ume looked at her brother, waiting for him to respond, he trembled before he confessed "yes! Yes I want to kill them, I'll do whatever it takes!"

"Ohh, really now?" He sounded a little giddy with that response "yeah" Ume ran up to the man "I want to too for what they did to Mama!". "Then I'll give you my blood, if you're chosen by 'that man', you'll become demons." They didn't really know what he meant by that, but they didn't care, they only wanted to bring judgment upon the villagers. And they did.

It was painful, but when the blood kicked in, they became demons and slaughtered them. No one was spared, not even the children, they were just as guilty. They were treated like monsters all their lives, so they showed them what monsters can really do.

They almost weren't even worth eating, all this bloodshed, and they did it for you. When it was all over, Ume just collapsed and started crying some more while her brother comforted her. You weren't coming back, they knew this for a fact, but they were sick of it, sick of these people getting away with demonizing their family.

All they can do now is go with Doma so they can meet "that man", their lord. This is their life now.

Their fates were inevitable.

I'm sorry 🥺... let me just... 😭

Good ending Bonus?

#demon slayer #demon slayer daki #demon slayer gyutaro #daki #gyutaro and daki #gyutaro #daki x reader #gyutaro x reader #demon slayer fanfic

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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One Night🌙11

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, angry Andy, hormones, awkward dinner, y’all know what it be.

This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: One night changes your entire life.

for @kittykatlow‘s 200 Follower Celebration

Note: Okay, here’s an update.

Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!

Please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

You wore a black dress, barely loose enough to fit over your bump as the hem floated high in the front. Your forehead beaded with sweat as you took out the heavy glass pan from the oven and puffed. You set it down and removed the lid as steam clouded out. You heard your father’s voice from the living room and Andy’s baritone response.

The night was smooth so far. Your father was particularly impressed by the autographed baseballs on the mantle but never outspoken, the conversation didn’t stray much from sports or cars. Your mother’s posture and expression betrayed her discomfort but she masked it with a cordial tone. You were thankful for it as you didn’t need to deal with her attitude and Andy’s at once. You were too hormonal and tired for that.

You began to take down plates from the cupboard and your mother’s voice sounded from behind you. She neared and reached up next to you as she grabbed the next plate before you could. She stacked the four of them neatly and grasped them in her knobby hands.

“You’re too pregnant for that,” she said, “you grab the silverware.”

You gave a small smile and turned to open the drawer as she left you. You took out the utensils and followed her into the dining room. You set the table and she returned to the kitchen. You came after her and she used a dishcloth to lift the hot pan.

“Get the door, will ya?” she said as she angled around carefully.

She passed you as you held open the swinging door and she set the pan down on the mat in the middle of the table. She inhaled deeply and glanced over at you.

“Stuffed peppers?” she asked.

“Your recipe,” you said, “I’ve been craving them.”

“Next time, let me make them,” she smiled, “you still don’t know the special ingredient.”

“I’ll figure it out one day,” you rubbed your lower back.

“Sit,” she pulled out a chair, “I’ll go get the men.”

You neared her and leaned on the back of the chair, “mom,” you said quietly.

“I’m trying,” she said grimly, “I’m just… not happy yet.”

You nodded and hung your head, “yeah, you don’t have to be, but thank you.”

“I don’t like that man,” she hissed, “a wife in the hospital and he’s knocking up a stranger--”

“Mom,” you warned her, “please.”

“I know, I know,” she shook her head, “but you’re my daughter and he’s… I don’t know, who knows what really happened to the wife.”

You gave her a look and she pursed her lips. She retreated and you sat down heavily and cupped your cheeks. All you had to do was get through dinner. Then you could say you were tired and hide in your room.

You heard her voice in the next room and the impending footsteps before they appeared in the doorway. Your mother and father sat across from you and Andy took the seat to your right. You waited awkwardly and he cleared his throat.

“Well, sweetheart, aren’t you going to serve the guests?” he intoned.

“I can do it,” your mother offered, “don’t make her work any harder than she needs to. Not in her condition.”

You were slightly taken aback by her effort but you didn’t miss how the corner of her lip twitched as she eyed Andy. She didn’t like and didn’t trust him. You couldn’t say you did either and almost for the first time in your life, you felt a kindred connection to your mother.

She stood and scooped a pepper carefully onto each plate with a generous spoonful of sauce from the bottom of the dish. She set them back carefully before each diner and returned to her chair and sat. She smiled, a forced smile, and shifted her chair closer.

“So, you have some time but… once the baby’s here, I’m sure you’ll be back to work,” you mother began, your father always content to hide in his food, “me and your dad talked, we could watch the kid once and a while--”

“She’s not going back to work,” Andy interjected, “especially not at the diner.”

“Oh,” your mother’s lips pressed together in a firm line, “she isn’t?”

“Maybe after a year?” you began as you glance at Andy, “once I get the hand of things--”

“No,” Andy said, “you’re staying home with her.”

“I guess we haven’t decided,” you offered calmly, embarrassed by Andy’s attitude, “as you said, we still have time and we’re figuring stuff out.”

“Once the kiddo’s in school, you’ll have the time to get a job,” your dad offered, “that’s what your ma did. She kept on a few hours here and there when you were real small but once you hit kindergarten, she was back to full shifts.”

“We’ll talk,” Andy threw a hand up and grabbed his fork with his other, “it’s really not your business. It’s ours.”

“Andy,” you chided, “they’re just curious--”

“And where were they for the last couple months?” he snarled, “they weren’t so curious then.”

“Alright, calm down,” you hissed, “sorry, mom, dad--”

“Don’t apologise for me,” he snipped, “they should be apologising to you. That’s why I welcomed them into my home.”

“What?” you gulped, “Andy, they don’t need to--”

“No, no, my child is gonna have at least one set of grandparents and if it’s going to be them, they’re going to respect you and me,” Andy insisted, “so they can apologise or they can leave without dessert.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you uttered.

“Don’t you tell me how to act,” he cut into the pepper, “so…” he looked across the table at your parents, “she made this delicious meal and I think she deserves at least a little appreciation from the two of you.”

You dad looked angry for once in his life as your mother’s lips curled in mortification. You gave them both a shameful look and shook your head just slightly. You mouthed an apology as Andy huffed and tapped impatiently on the table.

“We’re sorry, honey,” your mother began, “we overreacted. Just like I said earlier, I was surprised.”

“Sorry,” your dad forced out as he glared at Andy, “you know I always love and support you, no matter what.”

“Thank you,” you said softly, “now,” you touched Andy’s arm gently, “we can move on. It’s all good.”

“Mhmm,” he grumbled as he leaned forward to take a bike, “we can… but this doesn’t happen again.”

You wanted to shrink down and hide under the table. The tension that rose was palpable and threatened to choke you. You had false hope in the beginning that this might feel normal, that you might end the night with a new standing between you and your mother.

You knew then that Andy’s goal had never been to bring you back together, it was only to gain another degree of control. He made it clear that no one could help you, not even your own parents.

🌙

You were almost thankful for the sink full of dishes. It kept you distracted and gave you a reason not to sit and stew with Andy. Your parents left shortly after you cut the cherry pie and you cleaned up as they bid their farewells. You were completely humiliated by Andy’s hubristic demands but you didn’t dare argue with him. Especially not in front of guests.

You scrubbed the dishes as your stomach pressed to the wet counter and placed each in the drying rack. Andy came in as you pulled the drain and you took the dish cloth from its hook.

“Here, I’ll dry,” he offered.

You stared at him and wiped the water from your hands and gave him the cloth. He went to the rack and opened a cupboard. You took out a container and began to pack up the leftovers from the pan and wrapped the top of the pie. The silence made every clink and clank louder as you moved around the kitchen.

You shut the fridge and sensed him behind you. You flinched as his hands settled on your hip and you gripped pressed your palm against the cool metal. He pulled you back against him and slid his hands around your bump as he hummed.

“Did I tell you this dress looks wonderful?” his fingers brushed the dishwater along the front.

“Andy,” you grasped his wrists, “what are you doing?”

He rocked you as one hand grazed beneath your bump and his fingers dangled over your vee. He bent and inhaled the scent of your scalp. You went rigid as he wiggled against your back, his arousal twitching tellingly.

“Andy, please--”

“Can’t knock you up a second time,” he purred.

“I… no, please, I’m tired--”

“Come on, honey, that night… wasn’t that amazing?” He turned you to face the island and you caught yourself against the edge, “that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“It was a mistake, alright? Look at us now--”

“Look at us, hmmm?” he pushed his hand down and cupped your cunt through your dress. You gasped and squeezed his wrist, “I lay in my bed thinking of you all night… and you’re just across the hall. Why are we playing this game still?”

“Get off of me, please,” you begged, “Andy--”

He pressed his fingers to your pants and pushed the cotton against your folds. You bit your lip as he found your clit and the chafing formed a pressure beneath his touch. You shook your head and leaned back into him, trying to shove him away.

“Let me go…” you breathed.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” he urged, “I can feel you getting wet already. You’re lying to yourself.” He pulled your panties aside and dipped two fingers between your lips, “why do you gotta be so damn stubborn?”

You sucked in air and tensed as he played with your bud so that your thighs quivered. You tucked your chin in and bit down as you tried not to let out a moan. Your nails sank into sleeve but he kept on. You felt how powerful he truly was, his chest pressed against you as his arm remained immoveable.

He bent you slightly as he snaked his hand further and poked a finger inside of you. You squeaked and he added another, curling them as he began to rock his hand. He buried his face into your neck and his hot breath permeated your skin.

“Mmm, isn’t that nice, honey? I just wanna help you relax?” his teeth grazed your neck, “I can be nice, you see?”

Those words turned your blood to ice. You closed your eyes as you returned to those hours ago when his fist crashed into the wall. When his voice was rigid and unloving, when you were certain he would do worse than just yell. Now he was all over you, coaxing you as if it never happened, as if there hadn’t been months of this precarious tug-of-war.

“Andy, really, I’m tired,” you pleaded, “that night… I told you--”

Your voice caught in your throat as he thrust his fingers deeper and moved his hand faster. The pressure throbbed inside of you, pulsing through your veins and you kept your hand tight on the counter as you gripped his arm with the other. Your ankles threatened to bend as you shuddered and came in a sudden rush.

“Tired?” he mocked as he led you through your climax, “I’ll do all the work, honey.”

You shook your head and whined through your teeth. He kept on until you were weak and clinging to his hand. He slowly drew his fingers out of you and slid his arm out from around you. You slumped against the counter as he let you go, the subtle tinkle of his belt gleaned in your ear.

You turned to him as his belt hung open and he caught you by surprise. He wrapped one arm around your back, his other hand across your ass as he lifted you with a grunt. You threw your hands back to keep from falling across the island as he put you down on the marble. You tried to slide forward as his hands grasped your hips and held you in place.

His blue eyes burned and dilated. He reached under your skirt and pulled your panties down. You whimpered as he tugged them down. He quickly pushed your legs apart and moved between them, your knees wide around his thighs. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head back, his lips covering yours hungrily.

You clawed at the front of his shirt as his other hand danced along your pelvis. His fingers crawled down your thigh and she shifted as he fumbled blindly with the front of his pants. You pushed against his shoulders as the panic erupted from your stomach and swelled in your throat.

He brought you closer to the edge and pulled his hand back to grip himself. You opened one eye as you tried to peek down but couldn’t see beneath your bump. He leaned on you until you fell over the marble and bent over you as he slipped his tip along your cunt. His lips strayed to your cheek and down to your throat.

“Andy,” you begged one last time as he pressed against your entrance.

He purred against your neck as his hand slid past your shoulder and stretched over your tit. He pushed into you slowly and you gulped as tears pricked in your eyes. You bent your legs so your heels pressed to the side of the counter and gritted your teeth as he got deeper.

As he bottomed out, he rasped against your skin. He stood up straight and dragged your ass over the edge of the counter. He puffed his chest as he thrust into you and his eyes rolled back. He growled as he did it again and your walls clenched around him. Your reached down and pressed on his open pants with your fingertips, trying to push him away pathetically.

“Andy,” you whimpered as he hooked his arm around your thigh, “Andy--”

His other hand flipped up your skirt and he stretched his hand over your round stomach as he rocked into you. You shook your head and covered your face with one hand as you gripped the edge of the marble with your other. Your breaths grew shallow as you fought your own body and the pleasure blooming around his intrusion.

He sped up as the wet noise filled the kitchen and you bit the heel of your hand to keep from crying out. Another orgasm flowed over you and knotted your muscles around him. His groans and grunts grew louder as his flesh slapped against yours, his fingers drawing circles on your stomach.

“Oh fuck,” Andy hissed and jerked his hips harshly.

He sank into you as deep as he could go and wiggled his hips as he flooded you. He twitched as he leaned his head back and sighed, his fingers tight on your thighs as they painfully poked your tender flesh. You moaned and trembled as you felt his release hot inside of you.

He stilled and let your legs splay around him. You stared at the ceiling in shock as he shuddered. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked between your legs as his cum dripped out around him. You pulled off of him and shoved him away. He seemed to awaken from a trance as you did and his lashes fluttered.

You dropped down carefully to your feet and stormed away. He called your name but the vomit was already halfway up your esophagus. You weren’t going to make it upstairs. You closed yourself in the half-bath under the stairs and wretched into the sink. You held yourself up weakly until the violent ripples quelled. You looked at yourself in the mirror and winced.

One night cost you the rest of your life. One night meant your body, your soul, your days were his. One night would be countless nights, your fate decided in a single careless act.

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Jul 27, 2022

Coming Home to You - Jack Harlow

Context: He's finally home.

Genre: smut, fluff

Word Count: 2k

Pairings: Jack Harlow x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, sexual activity

A/N: This is Part 2 to Piece of You. Please be sure to read that before reading this, as it’ll make more sense.

Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not 18+. Reader's discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

Masterlist ☽☾

☽ ☾

1 Month before Jack’s Departure for Tour

“Dude, you have to hold still.”

“I can’t, this shit is cold.”

“If you keep moving, you’re gonna fuck it up.” Urban grunted out, holding the container that surrounded Jack’s dick.

The shit he did for love.

He was going on tour this upcoming month and he wanted to leave a piece of him behind for you to have.

Needless to say, Urban decided to help his best friend with the process of crafting the piece of art. However, he did not anticipate how squeamish Jack would be to the contents of the mold.

“Okay okay! Let's throw this one out because this is hardening.” Urban threw away the container, Jack’s dick swinging in the open.

“Woah, what the fuck is going on here?” Druski spoke, walking to the living room to which the best friends were standing.

“I’m tryna get a mold of Jack’s dick for-“

“For yourself? Damn, I didn’t know you were into that.”

“This is for Y/N Druski. Not for me.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway, I’m tryna get this fuckin mold and Jack won’t hold still.”

“BECAUSE ITS FUCKING COLD MAN.”

“NO CAUSE YOU’RE BEING A LITTLE BITCH.” At Urban’s comment, Druski walked up to the old tub, feeling his hand on the container.

“That’s not that bad…”

“Shut up Druski.” Jack announced, pinching his fingers together on the bridge of his nose. “I can’t even get hard.”

“How about I do a reenactment of you and Y/N?” Urban spoke as braced himself.

“This is based on true events. Ahem. Oh, Jack, you feel so good inside me. Fuck Jack, baby, just like that. Yeah, you like the way I spell my name on your dick? Mhmm, of course, you do.”

“OHKAY!” Jack yelled, looking at Urban with wide eyes. However, it was Druski’s comment that sent him to the moon.

“Dude, you’re fuckin hard.”

Jack looked down at himself, his cock completely erect and red.

“Well, I’ll be damn.” Urban spoke, placing his hand on his hip.

“Let’s just get this over with, so I can take care of this.” Jack pointed to himself as Urban grabbed the container, placing it onto Jack’s dick to mold.

This time, they didn’t mess up.

☽ ☾

“Fuck Jack, m’gonna cum again.” You spoke, the gushing of your cunt on speaker over the phone.

He had been holding back from touching himself for the past week, explaining to you that he wanted to give you the most “breedable load” he could muster.

You thought that was hot. So fucking hot.

His voice brought you back from thought with the next statement he made.

“Good. I’ll be home in 6 hours baby.”

Now that he sat on the plane, with only forty-five minutes before touch down, he was debating if he should break his own promise to himself.

That plane bathroom looked real promising this time around.

However, it was Urban that was able to pull him out of his own banter.

“Just wait on it dude. It’ll be a hundred times better.”

“Easy for you to say, you had bitches while we were over there.”

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. Please prepare for landing."

☽ ☾

He could say he was proud for the fact that you held up on your end, except, you didn’t fully.

He rolled you over slowly, watching the glistening of your skin in the moonlight.

Fuck, he was happy to be home.

But he was more happy to have his pussy back.

Swiftly and fast, he removed all of his clothing, hovering over you in the bed. He placed your legs over his thighs, removing the dildo before replacing it with own dick, moaning at the feeling.

“Fuck ma.”

“Jack?” You spoke, your eyes fluttering open as Jack began to thrust into you.

“I thought I told you to edge yourself.”

“I did baby, I-“

“Then why we’re you asleep with the fucking dildo in your pussy?”

“I’m sorry Jack, I’m-“ He slapped your breast, forcing a whimper to leave your lips at the pleasurable pain.

“What’s my name?”

“Daddy…”

“Good girl.”

He began to pick up his pace again, you bracing your hands on the headboard behind you as his thrusts got rougher. He placed one leg on his shoulder, hitting a certain angle that made you scream.

“Shut the fuck up, I don’t wanna hear shit from you.” He dragged you over to the end of the bed and put you over his lap, ass out in the air.

Well, you knew where this was going.

He shoved you onto the floor, standing up as you pushed yourself to your knees. He stood in front of you, legs spread as he tapped his dick on your face.

“Open your mouth and suck me off.” He commanded, to which you took his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head.

“Don’t fucking tease me.” He grabbed your head and began fucking your throat, you bracing yourself by placing your hands on his thighs, to which he immediately demanded away.

“Get on the bed princess. Face down, ass up.” You did as you were told, following perfect orders as you got yourself ready for him, shaking your ass a little/

“Fuck baby, I missed my pussy so much.” He tapped his tip on your clit, your body jerking in response.

“Daddy! Oh fuck, daddy.”

“I can’t hear you.”

He quickly, and swiftly, flipped the two of you over, obtaining the missionary position.

He placed his hand around your throat and squeezed as he pistoned into you, your body shaking with pleasure.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.”

“Fuck, me too baby girl. Let's come together. On three.” You nodded your head, control of your body slipping from you.

“3”

“2”

“1”

“Cum.”

You both came with a loud shout, Jack unloading the biggest load into your warm pussy, your walls spazzing against him as you squirted, body convulsing.

That was before the world went black.

☽ ☾

You woke up to the sound of the television and breathing, your eyes fluttering open to find Jack’s baby blue eyes staring back at you.

“Hi.”

“Hello, mamas. How are you feeling?”

“Okay, tired, a little sore.” You looked down at your body, a fresh t-shirt (Jack’s) on.

You dragged him down weakly with your hand, pulling him into a deep kiss.

An “I love you”, “I missed you” kiss.

“I love you Jack.”

“I love you too baby.”

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“Really Scott,” you say, as you run your fingers through your hair. “I don’t look familiar to you at all?” You take a mental picture of your high school tormentor’s face. Damn. ‘You’ve only gotten hotter these past few years haven’t you?’

“Nah man, sorry” He states as he moves to close the door to his apartment. You give a slight rub to a small gold medallion and his body starts moving on it’s own. You stare at him with a cruel smile as he tries to wrestle control back of his body. Your face strains but you are able to force him to let you into his place. Scott, evidently, was smarter than he looks as you notice him take a mental note of your struggle and the medallion. You’re gonna have to be careful around him.

You have to admit, this is a lot tougher than you initially expected. Much like his body, man has a will of steel, and even with this necklace’s little power boost, you can only barely contain him. But you have the power of raw emotion coursing through you. Envy. Lust. Unlike Scottie over here, lady luck has not been kind to the past few years past high school. That all changed when you came across this medallion. A strange, mystical, wonderful medallion with strange, mystical, wonderful powers. As soon it came into your possession, you instantly knew the first person who would have the privilege of witnessing its power firsthand. Scott reclaimed a bit of power over himself.

“What the fuck dude! You got the wrong guy! I really don’t know who you are!” You have to hold back a bit of your hurt. All those years of agony and fear, and it doesn’t even register a blip to him. ‘Fuck it, worth it for what I’m about to get.’ With another rub of the medallion you force him to freeze.

As you study his frame, still and glistening with a nervous sweat, you are overcome with a wave of lust- you can’t wait to possess the fuck out of this man. He’s only gotten bigger, beefier since the last time you’ve seen him. You are cut from your trance as you hear a soft “zzzz” sound.

His phone buzzes again and, rubbing your medallion, you force him to pull it out and unlock it for you. “Who is this?” You ask, as you take a closer look at the string of texts. “Almost back!” “Hey u wanna get some pizza tonight?” “Dude I gotta tell you about Sophie at the weights today.“

“I-It’s Alex, he’s my friend. He’s my best friend. We’re roommates. Also he’s coming back soon, so you should probably go. This-whatever the fuck this is man, I won’t tell anyone I promise. Just go” he states nervously. Try as you might, you can’t read if he’d genuinely let you go. Knowing the Scott you knew in high school, he’d probably beat you to a pulp as soon as you released your hold on him. Whatever. Not leaving anyway. You stare at more pictures of his friend from Scott’s social media. Fit, cute- hot even, easy on the eyes. Ok then, maybe a little detour is in order.

“I’m gonna give you a choice.” You state plainly, as you set his phone on the table. “And I know you remember who I am, so you can stop the act. You? Or Alex? Who’s it gonna be?” He probably thinks you’re gonna kill him. Not even close. If anything, he’s gonna be getting a new lif-

“Alex, Alex! Please dude, just leave me alone!” He says without hesitation. Damn. Cold-blooded. You smile with menacing compliance.

“Alex it is.”

----

Minutes later, a sweaty Alex unlocks the door to his apartment, eager to get quick shower in and order some dinner. “Oh, uh, I didn’t realize we’d have guests”.

Alex smiles warmly at you and greets you, “Hey, I’m Alex, Scott’s roommate. Good to meet you!” He looks at his hand. “Sorry, I just got back from the gym, so I’d shake your hand, b-” “So you’re Alex! good to meet you too!” you cut him off by extending your hand, which he awkwardly shakes out of formality. You use this to take a sneak preview of your future vessel’s hands. Calloused, but soft. Thin, damp. Vascular. Good.

“Yeah, I’m an old friend of Scott’s. From high school,” you lie. “He said he had to grab something from the store, so he’ll probably be back in a bit.”

“Aww well, I’m sorry he’s been keeping you waiting” Alex gives a warm smile. “He’s usually pretty good at this kind of stuff, so I’m sure he had a good reason. Do you want like a water or something?”

He starts to head to the kitchen. You stifle a moan as you quickly stick your hand in your pants and smear his gym sweat all over your dick. Sneak preview.

As he fashions himself a glass of water and glances back as you quickly take your hands out your pants before he notices. “Oh no, no! I’m alright! Thank you for the offer though!” you beam back. Close call.

‘Alex is such a nice, stand up guy’ You wonder to yourself, ‘why is he friends with that piece of shit’

“I’ve known Scott since college, so a little less than you, haha” he adds, as if hearing your mental conversation. “He always keeps it real and he’s even been helping me get toned”. He smiles and does a small bicep flex to demonstrate -hot- before he ravenously gulps down the entire glass of water and sets it down.

‘Fuck yeah, I can’t wait to be the one going down that tube’ you think, as you bite your lip. Alex starts to head your way. You then pick up on his scent, he smells clean- probably his cologne or deodorant. Mountains. Mint. Fresh rain. He’s like a breath of fresh air. Then the undercurrent of his scent hits. Raw, primal, alpha as fuck. You’re a bit surprised. Such a kind, clean cut guy and he apparently naturally smells like a filthy, raunchy, putrid motherfucker. You can hardly control yourself as you try to imagine where it’s coming from. Pits, ass, feet, ball sweat, all of the above?- wherever the fuck it’s coming from, it’s intoxicating. You smile in the joy that a little piece of you, even if it was just the dick that you rubbed his hand sweat all over, now smells like a diluted Alex. You struggle as you adjust your growing hard on in proximity to the pheromone bomb that is Alex.

Suddenly, Alex’s phone buzzes. You steal a glance at the sender. It’s Scott.

“Hey man, come to my room, now. We need to fucking talk. I have no idea who he is. Make sure he stays where he is. He doesn’t know I’m here .” Alex stares at his phone, a little perplexed, while you continue to stare at this fine, fine piece of ass in front of you. He gives a quick glance your way, to which you respond with a smile.

“Hey, uh, make yourself at home, ok? Im sure Scott’s coming back soon. I, uh, I gotta take care of something real quick with our, um, other roommate.” There’s only two bedrooms and he’s a horrible liar, but you still find it a little endearing. “Anyway, it was nice to meet you, maybe we can hang out sometime. Any friend of Scott is a friend of mine!“ he tells you kindly as you swoon. ‘Oh Alex we’re about to be much, much closer than friends. Closer than you can possibly imagine’.

“Hey dude, uh, so Scott’s friend is waiting for you in the living room. Also whatever this is, can it wait? I kinda have to showe-“ Alex cuts himself off as he sees Scott slumped over, tied up to his desk chair with his own dirty clothes in a neat little bow. “What the fuck!?! Scott! are you ok?” Alex rushes over to help his friend.

“So, I gotta say, Scott, you made a great choice sacrificing him to save yourself. Alex is definitely a catch.” You say from the doorway. Alex quickly looks your way in horror as his best friend breaks free from his fake restraints and pulls him into an embrace.

Alex tries to squirm free from Scott’s grip, as you make Scott say the truth to his friend. “He made me choose, between you and me. I chose you.”

“T-This is a joke, right? Scott?” Scott starts to force him into his desk chair. “Cmon man!” Alex pleads, as an emotionless Scott ties him to the desk chair.

“Some best friend” you chuckle, as you stroke Scott’s cheek and wipe away a stray tear -you can feel his revulsion internally- “he sold you out without a second thought”. You start to undress his lower half, starting with his gym shoes. Fuck it was potent. “Don’t worry, I’ll never do that to us.” You peel away his sweat soaked socks and take another whiff. Alex sits in confusion, probably speechless at what had just transpired.

“Let’s make a deal” you say with a chuckle. “I’ll show you a taste of me if you show me a taste of you.” Without waiting for a response, you start by kneeling down sucking on his scummy toes. Sour. Just how you like it. He’s still squirming in his bonds a little. “Step on me,” you say, as you smash your face to his sweaty feet over and over again, simulating him stepping on you. You catch a little movement in his crotch area. ‘Is he enjoying this?’ you ask, as you continue up Alex’s legs. You look back to make sure Scott is still in your control. He stands frozen, emotionless, but with a deep hatred in his eyes, twitching occasionally in his attempt to break free. You make him face Alex and force him to lift the corner of his tank top to give Alex a little tease, while you continue with your little treasure hunt.

You then peel away his compression shorts to reveal your prize. A concentrated bloom of Alex’s pheromones hit you. Ecstasy. You almost pass out on the spot. ‘Holy shit’. You can't control yourself as bury your head and greedily rub your face in his sweaty crotch. Alex is eerily quiet.

Rubbing the medallion, you issue your next command. You’re gonna need to divert a little magic to making this work, so you release some control of Scott as emotion and shouting return to him. It takes a minute or two but you’re able to get your bodies properly primed fro the next stage. You notice Alex shiver from a slight tingle in his body, while Scott continues his barrage of insults your way. “Shut up,” you command. His lips quiver and then shut. “Scottie, come tell Alex what his best friend is gonna do to him.”

Alex again looks at Scott with a pleading face as a twitching, emotionless Scott continues: “Alex, I’m gonna stuff you full of himm- full of my Ma,” you wince. Strong and stubborn as ever, you can’t even get him to call you master. “Man you’re gonna love it. I sold you out to save myself. Didn’t even have to think about it. Just like that.” You’re getting a little better at controlling his movements. “Now I’m gonna be the one to make sure I put all of him inside you” Scott continues, “I-I can’t wait to see him wear you like a s-suit, parading you around, s-swimming in your skin and no one will ever know. I can’t wait to see the new you, w-with a little fag pilot tucked safe inside, pulling on your strings, speaking for you, thinking for you, loving for you” Scott finishes with an unsettling, wide grin that you force him into.

Emotion and control rush back to Scott’s face. “Alex...” he states in an apologetic tone, but Alex doesn’t even look him in eye. Again, off the corner of your eye, you can’t help but notice a ghost of a smile on his face before it returns to its sullen look.

“Ok, ok, enough you two. Let’s go put on a good show for our best friend Scottie”.

-End Part 1-

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