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tr1ckysp00k · 1 year

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Bob x nurse reader

part 2

A dose of passion

[warning: strong language, mentioning of syringes, slight threatening, ¿suggestive?]

/not proof read/

Enjoy! <3

You woke up to the morning rooster singing its ear-bleeding song. Getting up in annoyance while grabbing a sock that was sitting at the edge of your nightstand and heading towards the window

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You yelled, throwing the balled up sock at the bird that disturbed your slumber. You knew what was awaiting for you at work. You knew today was gonna be another day in hell with that tramp, bob.

You got ready anyways. Pinching the bridge of your nose when you where in the front of the hospital. Taking a breath in.

Preparing yourself for what was awaiting for you behind the glass door.

Day 2 • 10:00

You entered, swinging your arms as you walked.

Once you were clocked in, you headed to your patients room.

‘Just a few more weeks, and then this bug is out of my hair’

A slight smile emerges on your face at the thought.

You opened the door to find bob standing at the entrance. His eyes wide as can be and he had his iconic smile on his face.

“WHAT THE HELL!?”

You scream in pure shock, grabbing your other fellow workers attention. Guess he missed you.

“Docs! Yer back” he says, his face full of enlightenment. He was glad to have his favorite toy back with him.

You huffed in annoyance, you hated when he called you that. But not as much as you hated him.

“Go sit back down.” You say in a growl. Surprisingly he committed on doing what he was told.

“A please woulda been nice.” He pouted, giving a frown.

“Yeah yeah.” You groaned in irritation.

“Did you get breakfast yet?” You quizzed the large man, which was slouching in bed, flipping through channels with a singular remote sitting in his hand.

“Nope.” He says, his attention still on the tv above him.

“Dam it.” You huffed, you had to deal with a straight up cannibalistic serial killer, all your workers could to help was feed him. You’re completely fed up.

You’re expected to deal with problems by yourself, without a helping hand. When can you have a break?. .

You return to the room, with a tray of Luke-warm ‘food’ resting in your hands. How can patients eat this stuff? It’s like prison food!

You enter, setting the tray of food down on bob lap.

He cringes in disgust once again at the slop that was infront of him. At least give him salt.

When he was eating, something spotted your eye. A deep cut rested on his arm. You interrupted his gagging by softly grabbing at his arm.

Now all of his attention was on you.

“Did I miss a cut? My bad, lemme fix it for you real quick.” You say while grabbing a needle and a piece of thread. first you disinfected it, then proceeded to work your *magic*.

Bob stared down at you as you began to work. Wincing a bit at the needle thriving into his skin, but needless to say he was more focused on you.

He knew you didn’t care for him. You were just doing your job. Oh, but the thought of you being all his made him swoon. Just maybe one day, not now but one day. .

he’ll have you all to himself.

“Done!” You declared, interrupting his thoughts.

“Thank ya docs.” He said in a soft gravely voice, while giving you a tender smile. His faced bathed in red.

You took notice.

“Is it hot in here or something? I can turn down the temperature.” You stated, to be honest a bit worried of how red he was.

“Nah, I’m fine.” He says softly, as he gazes at your beautiful being. He took back his hand to put the tray aside. The food was utterly horrible. He couldn’t even finish it.

“Well I gotta check on some other patients. I’ll be right back, don’t cause any trouble.” You squinted your eyes, while pointing one hand at him, then disappearing from his sight.

His smile slowly fading, for now he is alone in a isolated room. He gets out of bed and makes his way to the door. Even though you haven’t even been gone for a minute, he is waiting at the door, his meaner akin to a dog waiting for its beloved owner.

Little do you know, he yearns for you. The very first day he laid his eyes onto you, he craves for nothing more but you.

You made a spark ignite within him.

And you may not know it yet, but you like him too. You’ll have to.

After minute of waiting he finally heard that soft jingle of the door knob being mingled with. A smile brought back to his face. You opened the door to be greeted in surprise once again by bob. You jolted up, but didn’t scream this time.

“Quit doing that. You’re gonna give me a heart attack!” You hissed in annoyance, only to make him laugh.

~Small time skip~

You sat in a rusty chair near him, listing down stuff on a piece of paper while bob hovered over your shoulder.

“Dude, some room please?” Your waved your hand at him, prompting him to ‘shoo’ away.

“Only because ya said ‘please’ this time.” Bob slouched, he raised one arm to rest his head under, while a remote rested in his other hand.

“I swear to god, your annoying. .” You gave a slight growl. You didn’t have to be ‘polite’ to him.

“Come on, ya have to like me a lil bit.” He purred, his tone was low and soft.

His smile on his face soon was wiped off clean. .

“Oh please, I don’t like you. If anything I hate you, you’ve been nothing but a prick in the ass.” You seethed.

This made his cringe his nose. He furrowed his brows at you, a bit appalled by the words coming out of your mouth.

“You might want to be carful to who your talkin’ to. .” He growls narrowing his eyes at you.

“Pfff, I ain’t scared of you!” You tittered with pride, only for him to emerge of the sheets of the bed. You flinched at the act.

When he made his way towards you,you ran out of spite, with him following behind. You threw yourself onto the door, only for him to close it shut close again and throw you the other way, knocking you into a shelf. Syringes fell from one of the shelves, catching your attention. You grab one in swiftness, then throwing yourself on bob.

He grabbed the arm that held the shot with a intense grip and pulls your arm near his chest. His claws digging into your wrist, making sure you weren’t able to try and stab that dastardly needle into him.

“LET ME GO YOU SICKO!”

You yell, attempting to yank your hands back.

His eye bored into yours, with a sadistic yet passionate gaze.

“Docs. .” He started his breathing uneven ever-so-slightly.

“Whether or not you try hiding it, I just want you to know. .” By now he is towering over you, his massive structure made you look small. Your eyes engulfed with terror. He smiles even more.

Your fear amuses him.

“I know you love me. . Even if it’s Deep deep deep down. You cannot deny it, doc’s.” He growls in a passionate manner. his grip tightening as your eyes widened.

You whine slightly, letting the syringe drop to the floor. Completely lost in his eyes.

Not too long after, he let you pull away. You rubbed your wrist, still making eye quiet contact with him.

“You don’t know what your saying, I’m only doing my job.. and you’re making it harder than it is.” you spat harshly. He gave a bit of a smirk.

He knew better. You should know too.

You picked up the syringe swiftly, afraid he would pounce at you. you didn’t trust to leave it on the floor near him. What if he tries to use it on you? You wouldn’t put it past him to do such a thing. Especially after this little skit he pulled off just now.

Time skip• 7:00

The day was coming to an end, you were grateful that it was better than yesterday. Though bobs words stayed stained in your head for a while.

Could he be right?

Could you have feelings for him?

Trying a new writing style, god this took a while.

Thank you for reading!

#spooky month #bob velseb #bob velseb x reader #yandere #fanfic #bob #i don’t know how to use tags #nurse reader x bob #enjoyyyy #<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

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plsdonttakemyname · 1 year

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Characters; Nikolai Gogol

Genre; angst, hurt/comfort, scenario

Warnings; reader has family and friends problems, mental breakdowns, Bad writing. So please don't read it if you're uncomfortable with these. This might not make sense since this is my second time writing an angst , hurt comf and scenarios but I hope you enjoy it <3..

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Knocking at the door of Nikolai's office with a tired look on your face as you walked in. You were greeted by Nikolai, your beloved boyfriend.

"Oh, hello dove. I was expecting to see you there. Would you mind to share a conversation?"

"I just wanna cry." Nikolai's eyes widened abit before speaking again. "Cry away Dove.. It's okay. Let go of your tears and let me hold you close. You know how much I care for you. I'll never leave you alone again." He said and kissed your forehead " Now come here, sit on my lap. I want to kiss you right now" he said with a smile on his face. "I love you so much Kolya, it's just things are getting more and more harder for me y'know.." You were really tired after studying for hours straight without any rest at all. "I know, baby. But don't worry. Everything will be alright. Just stay strong for me alright ?. We have each other, we can make it through anything together.I promise everything will work out just fine". He said as he holds your hand gently "I just I feel like I'm always not good enough, my friends and family doesn't even understand that I'm trying my best to make them happy.." you said as tears started to build up in your eyes.

"I'm trying my best Kolya. I really am. but none of them believed me. I got called a whore, spoiled and ungrateful. I don't know what to do anymore. I just feel like I wanna cry my heart out." You choked out a sob as soon as you finished the sentence "Oh, Dove... That sounds horrible. What happened?.. Tell me everything, please. Don't keep any secrets from me. I'm here for you. Always. And if anyone tries to hurt you or insult you, they won't get away with it. Not ever. Okay? Do you trust me Love?" He says as worries started to build up in his eyes and pulled you into a hug "yes I do trust you.. I'm studying really hard for college. my parents always told me to get off my phone and yelled at me when I'm clearly texting my project teacher about my work.This morning I got into an argument with my parents. They just slapped me because I talked back and I was trying to defend myself." You started crying while Nikolai is hugging you tightly on his lap.

"Oh Dear... You poor thing..That must've been awful. I wish I could protect you from these people who would do such terrible things to you. My love, you deserve better than this. If only..." He looks at the floor with sadness in his eyes "...if only I had done something sooner.." "All of my friends are just using me and talking behind my back I really don't know what to do anymore Kolya.I really don't. It just hurts." Your voice started to crack "I'm sorry Dove.. I should've known better than to think that those thing were worth trusting. They're nothing but troublemakers. They'd use you until you broke down completely. Then they'd laugh at you when you cried. They're disgusting creatures." He said while rubbing circles behind your back trying to calm you down "I wanna cry my feelings out but I'm really scared.." He hugged you tightly "It's okay, my love. Let it all out. Cry as loud as you need to. I'll hold onto you forever. No one else matters but us. Only us." He strokes your hair and gently tucking your hair behind your ear that was covering your face as he continued.

"You're safe with me.Never forget that. M'kay?" Your nodded and your sob slowly turning into small sniffles "Kolya?" You said his name after calming down abit. "Yes? What is it, my love?" He smiled warmly at you "Is there anything else bothering you besides your bullies,being treated badly by others or feeling worthless?" He takes his hands in yours and looks into your eyes lovingly "Tell me everything Dove."

"Am I annoying to you?.." You asked him as he laughs softly "Of course not, my love. Why would you ask such an absurd question? Of course not. You are absolutely adorable. The most beautiful person I have ever met. There isn't another person alive who compares to you. In fact, no other person even comes close besides you , Dos-kun and Sigma. You smiled at his response "I'm sorry for breaking down like this when you're busy... I just can't do this anymore I've been too stressed out lately." He kissed your forehead gently "Don't be sorry, my love. Just remember how much happier we are together. Remember how happy we make each other. And never doubt yourself again. You are perfect." He says and holds you close against him "I promise you will find someone special soon enough." "But...You're special to me and I love you Kolya." You whispered In his ears with a smile on your face now as he blushed at your words "I love you too my Dove. Now come here and give me a hug. Hugging helps calm you down after stressful situations. It makes you feel loved and protected too.. So... He said as he pulls you closer to him "C'mere! Give me a big hug I've missed you so much my love "

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A/n; Hii ! I hope you like this fic :) I'm so sorry if anyone is going through this too. I hope you're all doing okay now <33 Make sure to stay Hydrated and Eat in time, Just a reminder you're all perfect no matter who you are, You're all good enough. Some words can be extremely hurtful sometimes but it's the best to try and ignore them :D I'm always open to talk about it if you're going through a rough time/day :) I love you all mwah <3

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#bsd comfort #bungou stray dogs imagines #bsd fluff #bsd fluffs #nikolai x reader fluff #nikolai gogol #nikolai gogol x reader #bsd nikolai gogol #nikolai fluff #bsd imagines #bsd x reader fluff #bsd x reader #bsd #Stay safe everyone i love you all <3

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heartlvrrss · 7 months

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Doodle (part 1?)

Pairing: Haechan x reader

Word count: 1417

Genre: fluff, attempted and horribly failed comedy

Warnings: swearing, cringe and theres no kiss in this part </3 let me know if i missed any!

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A light hits my face, making me immediately move my tired arm to my face, hoping to block the horrid light from my eyes for the hope of at least getting a few more seconds of sleep.

Well that’s what I was at least hoping for before a loud voice had to interrupt me, which of course belonged to lee donghyuck, who, was also my longterm friend since middle school when we met through an awkward encounter of when my boyfriend of 2 months broke up with me, 13 year old me was obviously heartbroken and what made it even worse was hyucks loud ass laugh that could be heard from across the globe. We somehow became friends shortly after, which made me become bewitched under his charm and somehow gain a life long crush on him.

Resuming to the current situation in our 3rd year of college, here I am trying to ignore his desperate whines to get me up, there was a reason i decided to not get a roommate but if a knew hyuck would technically be the same thing then maybe i would’ve opted for the roommate option earlier on.

“wake up” haechan screams into my ear for about the millionth time making me inch one bit closer to slapping the shit out of him

“Lee donghyuck will you please just shut the fuck up, its saturday for gods damn sake.” The annoyance evident in my voice

“but you promised to take me to the new cat cafe” the grown ass man whines

“Do I fucking look like your sugar mommy to you?” istg if he says yes ill slap him

“youre not but, I am willing to take the offer just incase” that’s when I slap him for real making him let out an exaggerated yelp

“thats it. Ask one of your other hoes, im not taking you anymore”

Sadly, it seemed to not work as here I am walking with this absolute man-child to a cat cafe, once we arrived there I (obviously) firstly looked at the exterior, it was a cute little pink and off white cafe with a rusty pink chalkboard sitting outside for todays menu, a few white tables and seats with some flowers on each table to decorate it,

“It’s so cute” I squealed

“I told you it would be nice” hyuck replies but I just ignore him.

As we go in there were a few people already sitting there, eating a pastry or drinking something with adorable cats on their laps. We walked to a table by a window and grabbed the menus, taking a look at them before a waiter comes

“Hello, have you already decided on what to order yet?” She asks,

“Just a few more minutes please” I reply before she says something again

“Ok, also you too are a very cute and good-looking couple” she smiles not knowing of my mini heart attack that I’m having right now,

“Oh, we’re not a-” I answer back in shock before being interrupted by hyuck

“Oh god, she’s like a sister to me” he says in a (fake but i’m to dumb to realize) disgusted tone which, to be honest, it hurt quite a bit but I brushed it off, there’s no way I could still have a crush on him after all this time, right?

“My apologies” she smiles back before leaving.

“Well, have you decided on what to eat yet?” I ask trying to brush off the heartbreak and embarrassment rushing through my body at that second

***** (Time skip cuz Im not gonna put that much detail into that one scene)

It’s Monday (sadly) and I’m being dragged from my beloved bed by haechan as usual, earlier then usual to class,he wanted to ‘be early’ though I know it was probably to chose who would be his new girlfriend (It’s taking me a lot to hold back from slapping him and telling him I’m right here) because it’s apparently been way to long since he’s had a girlfriend (literally like 9 months).

“You know you could’ve just went alone without me” I whine

“I might look weird if I go alone won’t it look weird when I go alone and just look at other girls”

“No it would make me look like a creep”

“Do you know how many people think we are dating? Like 5 million, I think you would rather want to be a creep then a cheater to people who don’t know us”

“Now that you say that, you’re sadly correct? Y’know what, leave I’ll do this myself” He replies while trying to push me the other way

“Can you stop pushing me you shithead? Just in case you forgot we have the same class!”

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“Can you please stop hitting me!” I complain to Haechan who’s been hitting me for almost the whole lesson

“I’m bored”

“And I’m trying to learn, so please for the sake of others and me would you please stop”

“How would it hurt others?” He says in a blunt voice

“How am I gonna support my future family because I’m getting rejected at every job because I didn’t pay attention during class?”

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to support us”

What the actual fuck. “Lee Donghyuck.”

“Not the government name. Scary.” He says in a ‘scared’ tone yet I could hear the smirk on his face.

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I don’t know why I even chose to accept to go to a party with hyuck but here I am walking with him to the party

“Why did we have to walk?” Haechan whines

“Because you need to get up and walk, exercise is important”

“Don’t act like the last time you even went near a gym was when you wanted to get something to eat from the mcdonalds next to it”

“Oh, look! We’re here!” I say trying to change the topic of this convo

“Don’t try to change the subject!”

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“Hyuck stop drinking, you’ve had so many shots I’m not even sure how you’re even alive right now” I complain to him

“You’re not my mother” he whined, clearly drunk.

“Do you want to end up like him?” I point over to mark who’s on the couch next to a bucket of puke grasping onto staying awake which the possibility of that happening is less possible than him getting hoes “Cause I don’t feel like taking care of you in that state” I look over to haechan who is trying to look like hes asleep, keyword; trying.

“Stop pretending to be asleep, you know that trick never works on me”

“Damn it” he replies clearly bummed out about the fact it didn’t work as usual

“Now get up, I’m not going to let you stay at this place any drunker than you already are

“I don’t wanna” He has the nerve to reply knowing he’ll oblige anyways the second I say it again

“It isn’t choice get up” This time he thankfully gets up, slightly staggering before I let him hold onto me for support

“I’ll call a cab” I say after we walk out the door and he just nods most likely not listening yet still looking at me like a toddler seeing it’s favorite cartoon on tv

“You’re really pretty actually” He says out of nowhere breaking the silence

“Hyuck it’s not the time for jokes right now, you’re just drunk you’re speaking nonsense” I say, brushing of the butterflies in my stomach

“I’m not lying though” Haechan whines like a child “Couldn’t you tell that I’ve liked you ever since I’ve met you?” he says again in a more serious tone this time

“I thought you were just joking all the time when you flirted with me, besides you’re always ‘girl hunting’” I mutter, still a bit shocked

“I only do that because I think you don’t like me back”

“I thought I was pretty clear about my feelings too”

“Not really” he mutters but I choose to ignore it

“Let’s talk about this at my dorm, the cabs coming” I say still in a tiny bit of shock

“I wanna talk about this us now though”

“Fine”

“So, are we like a couple now?” I question

“I hope we are” he smiles at me

“Let’s talk more when you are sober ok?”

“I’m sobering up though” he pouts at me

“Barely.”

*****

The end? (I might make a part 2 when theyre like a couple idk or the next morning, yall decide)

#Haechan x reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios #lee donghyuck x reader #nct dream #127 x reader #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct u #nct 2023 #nct 127

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cdyssey · 1 year

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Yellowjackets 2.04 Reactions:

Past!Taivan being divided over how they feel about Lottie. :(

Adult Tai experiencing whatever Shadow Tai is doing like an out-of-body, dissociative experience. So, so harrowing. The quick VHR static edits really help to emphasize the jarring nature of it too.

ALSO, Jessica Roberts, my beloved!!!! I miss her.

I SAW SOMEWHERE THAT ALANIS MORISSETTE COVERED THE NEW INTRO. ICONIC. SMASHING. STELLAR!! Lauren Ambrose and Simone in the intro now!! Yes!!!

Shauna not being able to look Jeff in the eye while she’s lying to him is so funny, lmao. And then Jeff lying to her about overhearing cops at the gym. Fail marriage. <3 They’re falling to their old habits of not communicating with each other.

“You’re right. I should have just run around in a ski mask—also in public. Blackmailing people.” Melanie Lynskey, I love you.

NATALIE LEANING IN THE DOOR JUMPSCARE, HELP. MA’AM. WHY ARE YOU STANDING LIKE THAT. Lmfao, Nat has been in that outfit for, like, three days now. Those leather pants cannot be comfortable. My god.

That lingering shot of Lottie and Nat’s hands as Lottie gave her the keys. 😵‍💫 I’m actually quite delusional about them now. I think they should tenderly kiss and/or hatefuck.

“If Taissa and Shauna have both been kidnapped, I’m going to be very, very annoyed.” ANDNNSSNSJWJSIDS.

“I’m honored that I seem to be your favorite Yellowjacket.” QKOQWKJDKWWJ.

YES AT MISTY BEING A SWEENEY TODD ENJOYER. That is so right.

I don’t think Walter is making it out of this season alive, lmfao, but what he and Misty have going on is so good. OH, GOD, Misty and Crystal singing the same song. 😭 For the record, I don’t think she’s making it out of the woods either.

NOT MARI ACCUSING COACH BEN. GIRL, YOU’RE NEVER BEATING THE PIT GIRL ALLEGATIONS.

Ben just straight up asking if the girls would have ate him.

Oooogh, more tensions in the cabin over the supernatural vs. rationality split. It’s important to note that Lottie is very uncomfortable at being thrust into the fore by Mari. This is also the first time that Shauna verbally stakes her claim in the skeptics side. God, poor Lottie—she doesn’t want this.

Nat being really gentle with Lisa and trying to help her see through some of the compound’s bullshit. Ugh, it reminds me of that moment last season when she coached Kevyn’s kid during his game. I love her.

Lottie at the therapist/psychiatrist’s(?) office. The way she so nervously plays with her fingers. The slight crack in her voice. The tears in her eyes. God, I’m so fucking unwell.

“Lottie doesn’t need a gun.” Mari, shut up. 😭

Both adult Lottie and teen Lottie being utterly unmoored the way they are in this episode is horribly sad. As of right now, some of the girls are looking to teen Lottie for guidance, while adult Lottie is desperately wanting something to ground her.

LMFAO, the cut from Shauna realizing that Callie’s been lying to her about going to Iliana’s to immediately snooping through her daughter’s closet. So dirty. So unhinged. Ooh, at her finding the burnt Adam ID.

Ugh, that fucking detective is still flirting with her, EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS SHE’S UNDERAGED. I hope Shauna roasts him on a spit. He’s probably going to be the reason why Shauna/Jeff get away bc of how stupid he’s being.

Mommy-daughter bonding time!!! This is all I’ve ever wanted!!!!!!!!!

Misty being so disgusted by Walter’s condiment habits. So, so funny.

“Excuse me. Do you know about the cult with the purple people?” AKQKQKSJSNSJWIEDJSJ.

“Yes, they’re awful tippers.” KQOQOQOQIEDUDJDID.

Oh, God. Tai is just straight up walking the roads now. I fear for her. She is SO unwell. And I think about her progression from S1, Ep. 1 to now. She used to be the most outwardly put together of the core four. Had the family. Had the money. Had the lucrative career. And now look at her—you can see it in her lined eyes and the unfocused way that she walks. She has gone past the point of spiraling. She is in the abyss.

Mari continuing to hear things that the others don’t... love her and Akilah’s friendship. 🥺

A little mouse!!! Now Akilah has an animal emblem! Rabbits for Shauna. The moose for Nat. Wolves and Tai. Deers and Lottie. Birds and Misty?

Lottie making a blood sacrifice to the hollow. Hhhgh. That musical sting while she was doing so was brutal.

The Fourteenth Gilly!!! ANAJJDJDNSND, NATALIE CUPPING HER FACE ON THE COUCH.

Shauna taking her daughter out to the middle of nowhere with no cellphone reception. <33 Just mother-daughter things.

Shauna being truthful about killing Adam. God. HER TEMPORARILY FORGETTING THAT HE WASN’T THE BLACKMAILER. It’s kind of funny and kind of harrowing, the way that these events are blurred to her. It speaks so much to the way she processes trauma.

“Shoot, yes. Kind of.” AKQKWOOQOQOWJDJDJENS. Melanie Lynskey, we’re getting you that Emmy.

“They did… we did things out there that… we’re really ashamed of. And sorry, I know—maybe one day I can talk to you about it, but for now, um, can that just be enough?” Oh, God. This line. The way that Shauna distances herself from the Yellowjackets at first because compartmentalizing is historically how she copes, but then she revisits the statement. She includes herself, but it’s too hard to talk about. You can see the utter pain in her face as she looks away. And you can also see in Callie’s microgestures that this is genuinely one of the first—if not the very first—time her mother has every willingly broached what happened in those woods. And she’s so hurt for her mom. She’s one of the few people who has identified that Shauna is hurting. I’m sick.

God, poor Callie Sadecki. Her mom’s a killer and her father is a blackmailer. No one is allowed to hate this very normal teenaged girl with fucked up parents.

The symbol-marked trees aligning to actually form the symbol. Oh, God.

Ben and Paul. 😭 Oh, Paul is Ben’s first boyfriend. I’m so tender. LET COACH LIVE.

Lisa at her mom: “I love you even when you try to control me.” Jesus fucking Christ.

NAT FUCKING PUTTING THAT GOLDFISH IN HER FUCKING MOUTH. I LOVE AN UNHINGED QUEEN.

“Is this where the purple people are?” WKWKWOWOOWIEJDWJ.

“Tell her I didn’t want us to fucking starve!” GO, MISTY!!!

Leonard. 😭😭

The direction in this episode is so stunning. Lottie going through that arch of white light and then it become elevator doors closing. So good.

THE MUTED THEME SONG IN THE MALL. ALL THE GIRLS EATING TOGETHER. I’M SO UPSET,

LAURA LEE. THAT’S HER GIRLFRIEND.

“Lottie, if you don’t get out of here, you’re gonna die.” 😭 Laura Lee still trying to protect her beyond the grave. I actually have tears in my eyes.

GODDAMMIT, THE MOOSE. NATALIE CRYING. I’M SO FUCKED UP. SO FUCKED UP.

Natalie pushing away the shot. 😭 She’s invested in Lisa. Oh, I’m so, so tender.

MISTY AND WALTER SPLIT SCREEN PARALLELS. SO GOOD. I JUST KNOW THIS MAN ISN’T LIVING. GOD.

“We only have one kid, and as parents, it’s part of our job, we have to protect her, we have to shield her from making the same shitty mistakes we made, Shauna. To throw our fucking bodies in front of her if that’s what we have to do, and what, you’re telling me that you’ve… you’ve made her an accomplice?” THIS MAN DOES NOT KNOW ABOUT THE BABY IN THE WOODS. OTHERWISE, HE WOULDN’T BE FUCKING SAYING THAT, RIGHT? IF HE DOES KNOW, DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“We are lying to everyone, okay, everyone we know. I don’t want to do that to our own daughter.” The vulnerability in Shauna’s voice. So many fascinating layers here. Objectively, Jeff is right—making Callie an accomplice is harrowing. But what’s happening in the subtext is that Callie wants to desperately to connect with her parents, her mom especially, and vice fucking versa!! So it’s fucked up that it’s happening this way, and it’s fucked up that Shauna sounded more like a teenager in that conversation by the car, and it’s fucked up that Callie is so accepting, but that is the literal point here. This family was founded upon deep and unspeakable trauma, and they have to continually grapple with that.

Anyway, Sadecki family bonding moments. <33 I love a family who does crime together and they’re all messed up beyond comprehension.

Shauna tenderly filling Nat’s tub with water. 😭

Oh, my fucking God. The Lottie and Nat tub scene. Sobbing. They’re just kids.

Lottie having a reaction to a Queen card with the eyes scratched out. The girls 100% drew cards to see who the fuck was gonna be hunted.

LOTTIE, LOVE, WHERE ARE YOU TAKING THAT BIG ASS KNIFE?

OH, GOD, SHE’S OFFERING BLOOD SACRIFICES AGAIN. The tears in her eyes.

“Can this just be enough? Please?”

FUCKING JAVI?!

Van exposing Taissa’s preternatural ability. Hhhhgh. Things aren’t looking good for Vantai in the woods.

WHILE YOU WERE STREAMING. AaqkqkkwkqowsksniwiwJQJEJD.

Tai adjusting her hair, even though she clearly hasn’t seen a bed in a week. Go, girl failure. Get ur woman.

ADULT VAN. SOBBING. CRYING SCREAMING. SHE LOOKS SO GOOD.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #s: yellowjackets #maggie blogs #SHOW OF ALL TIME

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 1 year

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Our Man Flint part six

TW: religion, Christianity, fear of damnation, blood, blade, internalized homophobia, suicide, major character death (not permanent), it/its pronouns used to dehumanize, vampire whumper, human whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned whumper

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"So," August drawled.

Flint sat up sharply, panting heavily, to face the scowling vampyr towering over his bed.

"When did you get in here?" he demanded.

"Several minutes ago. I watched you rest, and spoke when I realized you were awake."

Unlike Ambrose, August made no attempt to draw closer to Flint, choosing to stare at him from the shadows, its eyes shining in dim flickering candlelight.

"Get out," Flint demanded.

"This is my home. You are simply a guest."

"I'm an awful houseguest. You should let me go."

"I agree."

Flint blinked in surprise. "You do?"

"Yes, but unfortunately for the both of us, your fate is my love's choice. You would have done better to put that stake through my heart. I would have put you out of your misery."

"You still can."

August's cracked gray lips curled into a small smile.

"No, I think not. Ambrose is enjoying you. And I think I may learn to."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

August ran its pale serpentine tongue over its curved fangs.

"Out with it you damnable tick."

"What a crude insult. We must work on your temper."

Flint scowled. "Fuck off."

"You have such a handsome face," August drawled. "Why do you wear such loathsome expressions? I am only being friendly."

Flint loathed how August shamelessly complimented him in a way only his wife should be allowed. Of all the disgusting and perverted ideas.

"I'm not like you," Flint snapped.

"Whatever do you mean?"

Flint curled his fists, but knew better than to strike August. His faith and his tongue would win this fight.

"I'm not a damnable sodomite. My loyalty is to God, and God alone. You have no right to talk about me in such a sinful manner."

"I have not heard that term in many centuries. I suppose it is still being put to horrible use." August sighed. "Now use your sense. You attempted to slay my dearest love. I would not touch you, not for the death of every other man."

"I hate you," Flint snarled. "You disgust me."

"I understand now, why my love turned you. Such a sadistic lesson."

"I want to die!" Flint screamed, finally dropping all facade of courage. "Why are you doing this to me?!"

August moved to Flint's side faster than he could comprehend, yanking him back by his matted hair and hissing in his ear, fangs dangerously close to his neck.

"I have done nothing to you. Though I have every right. You tried to murder the only person who has ever truly cared for me. How he decides to punish you is not under my control, but I wish to bring harm upon you with more fury than resides in hell."

Flint squirmed, unable to break free of August's grasp.

"You have no right to make demands of me," August continued. "I will not take your life from you. This is just."

"Ambrose agreed that it wasn't," Flint gasped. "Your love didn't care about justice, only retribution."

"Is that so? I will endeavor to be explicit, as you clearly have no understand of subtlety. I do not care what the nature of his motivations were. I view this as justice, and it my perception alone which matters when we are alone in this room. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes."

August released Flint. He scrambled back, pulling the wool blankets over himself, as though a child believing they would protect him from a monster.

"What are your plans, then?" August asked.

"Excuse me? I planned to kill your 'beloved Ambrose' and then you, but that doesn't really seem on the table as of now."

August curled its lip in disgust. "I meant for after you are turned. I presume you are leaving, and I await your departure with great longing."

"Oh, so I can leave after I'm turned? Why not now? There's not a damn thing I can do about becoming a blood sucking demon, so you may as well get rid of me."

"Once again, you have formed a correct opinion. Yet, once again, you have mistaken me for my beloved. He wants to keep you, as though you are some sort of feral cat he is keen on adopting. Though he has made it clear that you may leave after your resurrection, and I will be glad to see the last of you."

"So, what are my options then?" Flint asked bitterly. "I clearly can't repent and expect to be cured for this affliction, as I already attempted. Yet I will not succumb to temptation and prey on the life blood of good men and women."

"Would you rather commit the sin of suicide and be counted among the damned souls in Hades?"

Flint's mind raced. It seemed an appalling fate, yet it would save the lives of many others.

"Is that even possible?" he asked.

"Would I suggest it if it were not?"

August stormed from Flint's room, satisfied with the rage and confusion it had caused.

Flint stood from his bed then, his blankets thrown to the ground, shaking as though a cat left outside in the snow overnight.

Surely an eternity spent in the ceaseless, all consuming fire and brimstone of hell was better than becoming a demon bound to this world, forced to prey on those who were once counted as his fellow man.

He ran across the room and rummaged around in the desk, finding crumpled feather quills, dried inkwells, reams of decaying paper, and-

a letter opener, still sharp after however many decades spent laying at the bottom of a drawer.

Flint examined it, drawing blood as he ran his thumb over the edge of the blade. He brought it to this throat with haste, for there was no way to determine when his tormentors would return to his prison.

The horrible numbness from Ambrose's feeding had long since subsided, leaving every nerve in Flint's neck ablaze with the knowledge of his looming death.

A smile crept across his face, the first in many weeks, as he tore through still more of his still mortal flesh, blood pouring over the blade, soaking his hands and body which it ought to be keeping alive.

He was made a child yet again, spinning around in circles, making himself ill with dizziness, before finally collapsing onto dew covered grass.

His last thoughts before falling unconsciousness were of his mother, who would surely scold him for the grass stains on his clothing.

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experimenting with different ways of organizing this post. shout out to bullet point lists. anyway once again I watched more television than doing anything else

listening (podcast):

new Palisade: very fun as usual! I love the Blue Channel crew so much and I am constantly so worried for them

Great Gundam Project: still very fun to hear how little they know about what is to come. also they got to the episode where Char comes back with a bunch of cool underwater robots and 1) god I miss Char I wish I too were watching an arc of Gundam that has Char in it and 2) shout out to the Gogg & Z'Gok, two of my fave suits in all of Gundam

Media Club Plus: once again they have good thoughts about Hunter x Hunter, truly cannot wait to hear Jack's reaction to the Illumi reveal

listening (music): Dance Apocalyptic by Janelle Monae because I'm stealing songs from my old Beam Saber campaign playlist to make a Partizan/Palisade playlist and that's on both

reading:

Imperial Uncle: got to a twist about halfway through that I was fully not expecting but it was very fun, and the story in now drastically different than I thought it would be when I started but I am still enjoying it a lot

The Death I Gave Him: one of the most interesting questions to me in any Hamlet adaptation/retelling is what to do with Gertrude, what her role in the murder was, etc, and I'm enjoying the way this novel handles that. shout out to unethical science milfs

watching:

TGCF: regarding last week's episode, since we watched it after last week's wednedsaypost: on one hand, beef of beefleaf fame! my beloved! they looked extremely good! ("op they were chained up & disheveled" yeah exactly) on the other, the racism and also the transmisogyny. not that any of this was surprising because it's in the novel too, but it sure sucks to have racist caricatures and also to repeatedly treat the gender shifting & crossdressing as a joke and/or with disgust. regarding this week's episode: rip to Hua Cheng :/ sorry your crush burned your house down :/ I don't remember this arc super well because it was kinda overshadowed (for me) by having Ghost City and then the start of book 2 on either side of it, and as primarily a beefleaf & Mu Qing main I have priorities

Bakeoff: so the technical was a shitshow in a way that is 100% on the judges for not giving them enough time like. sorry that's what it means when every single person underbakes it. however. I literally laughed so hard I was in physical pain when everyone was presenting their horrible liquid puddings so who could say if it was bad or not

Hunter x Hunter: I do love where Killua's arc goes but I also really enjoy this early bit where he's just incredibly competent & terrifying and kicks everyone's ass without breaking a sweat. good for him, sorry about what led you to this point tho

Legend of the Galactic Heroes: other things happened in the episodes that I watched but I will be honest, most of it is wiped away by the preview for next episode showing me an incredibly major character death. um. aside from that. I do like the battle sequences, I love when a show is a couple of guys in a room going "I think this is the enemy's plan, here's what we're going to do about it" and then you see some different guys in a different room going "this is our plan, I hope this is how they react to it" and so on. also I like the narrator as kind of like. a historical accounting of the events, both because I like stories about the narrative construction of history and also because it means everything happens on very specific dates and I love having clear ideas of timelines

ZZ Gundam: finished ZZ! in general I enjoyed it (though I still prefer Zeta) and there are some really fun moments, especially with the Gundam Team, and I like Haman a lot as an antagonist. I didn't realize how close we were to the end until we had like 4 episodes left because the pacing is. kind of interesting. lot more "going to a place and fucking around for a while" than I expected, and sometimes it works better than other times. most of my ~critiques are things I already said last week (the misogyny, the ways in which the critiques of western military intervention in Africa & southwest Asia fall flat due to the white saviorism & none of it really getting a chance to be developed properly, etc) so I'm not gonna go into all that again, but I am going to just mention one of the wildest things which is that they refer to Dublin as "a city in what used to be Britain" which is. a loaded thing to say in 2023 let alone in the 1980s. lmao

I'm in Love with the Villainess: a fun yuri isekai about someone with a shitty job who gets transported into the world of her favorite otome game except instead of giving a shit about any of the male love interests she just wants to spend all her time with the female antagonist. it's very light and silly, and we're watching it as a short break before diving into more Gundam. I do love it when there are lesbians and little hints of class conflict simmering just under the surface

playing:

Ace Attorney 5: some mixed feelings about what I've gotten through this week. I love to see Edgeworth and I'm so compelled by Aura & Simon (individually and also as siblings), but I don't like how Trucy continues to be incredibly sidelined, and whenever they talk about the "dark age of the law" I kind of feel like. ok. look. it is just factually incorrect that it's only now that people cheat in court and only care about winning, and also the idea that overturning one (1) false conviction will fix the problems of the legal system is laughable. especially considering 1) everything about Von Karma 2) Edgeworth's entire backstory and 3) the fact that Phoenix spent the 7 year gap inventing a new legal system that everyone forgot about I guess. anyway. I do love Aura a lot though

Blades in the Dark: finally was able to run another session in my Blades campaign, in which the party. checks notes. performed a reverse bank heist. and also a normal bank heist. sometimes you have to break into a bank to leave something in a specific vault and you steal some other stuff along the way

making: finished building Miorine, so she is no longer a disembodied head and can now stand on the shelf with her wife. I'm not a huge fan of some the proportions/posing of the model, she has. like. woman in a comic book proportions that she doesn't have in the actual show (Imo the worst of it is her arched spine which you can't see here but I was surprised because Suletta has just. a normal spine)

drinking: Down East's cider donut-flavored cider because, once again, I love a seasonal fun little drink. this one's not as dry as the equivalent Citizens Cider I posted about a couple of weeks ago but Down East's stuff does tend to be a little sweeter in general. extremely good though, to be clear

writing: I added a section to my wip doc for my Nirvana in Fire exchange fic and copied over my giftee's prompts but I have not started on it and other than that I've done no writing. oops.

#on one hand talking abt the things i do in a week makes me feel more like a real person who does things #on the other hand it's real depressing to have to say i didn't write at all #u win some u lose some i guess #dreaming.txt #weekly media roundup post

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gothicaz · 27 days

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BLOG (re)-INTRODUCTION!!

Helloooooo!!!! Its MY introduction this time, your beloved FAN!!!

I'm the second writer on this account and I'll try to be as active as I possibly can!

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A little heads up though if it hasn't been obvious enough from the past, I get overwhelmed easily from requests and deal with HORRIBLE lack-of-motivation issues and deal with my own life problems a lot, but I'll try my hardest to get through all of the requests I get!! ANYWAYSSS I've been rambling so everything else involving myself and my writings are below the cut!! :]

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Obviously, starting with meee!!!:3

My name is Fan!! I'm white and I go by They / Them pronouns!! STRICTLY those pronouns and name though, if you use anything else I'll probably ignore your request! :D so uhhh yeah try your hardest with not messing up!! If you do mess up accidentally though, feel free to send another (CORRECTED) request!!

I'm also a super sensitive person and have a hard time understanding things as well as wording things, and if you decide to give me constructive criticism on my writing please try to be nice about it, and try to make your requests as easy to understand as possible!! or I'll probably get really frustrated with myself:(

I'm a minor as well, so NO NSFW!!!! I doubt this counts as nsfw but making out is the farthest I'll go.

Before we get into the writing part of me though, a few personal rules about myself, and if you're not willing to follow these rules don't even bother thinking to send me a request!:D

As stated previously, please stick to calling me Fan and by They/Them pronouns only!! Little nicknames are fine though I don't mind those!:)) Just try to make it obvious you're requesting me and not Kali!!

Yet again, NO NSFW!!!!

No proshipping content either, you're disgusting!!

I try to write canonically! I'm not the best at it though and constructive criticism is appreciated!!:D

When you request, try to be specific with what you want! (Height, Body type, yknow usual stuff.) + with Object Show requests, PLEASEEEE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS RIGHT PLEASE STATE WHETHER IF YOU WANT YOURSELF AND THE CHARACTERS TO BE HUMANIZED OR OBJECTS!!! PLEASEEEEEHWUIFGEWIUGFYIE

NOW!! INTO THE WRITING!!!!!!!! (clapping and cheering stock sound effect) woohooo!!1!!!!1111!!1

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Fandoms I write !

MonsterXMediator

Hazbin Hotel

Object shows

Phighting

(If you have other requests though … maybe I'll experiment…) ;)

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Things I will write !

X reader headcanons, oneshots, y'know usual shit you'd find on a blog like this

Character x Character, same things as above!!

Oc x Character!

uuuhhh and just like Kali put, basically anything that isn't in my "Things I wont write !"

SOME gore subjects … I'm feeling experimental!!!! just as long as it isn't weirdly fetishy.. ew.

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Things I wont write !

PROPSHIP CONTENT!!! UYGDUYGFYEGHJ GET OFF THIS PAGEEE!!!!

NSFW!!!!

ya idk I'm pretty open I guess!! this'll probably be updated in the future cus some people are FREAKS…

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OHHH MY GOODNESSS WE'RE BACK TO BOUNDARIES AGAIN!!1!1!1!!!!!

You can !

Tag me in posts!

Send me stupid asks:D (I will giggle)

Ask about my ocs!!! (most of them aren't from any specific media and are just for shits n giggles!)

Ask to be mutuals !!

Spam like / reblog, idk this is literally the same shit Kali put

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Only mutuals can !

Idk idc what y'all do w me GHUHREUIGFIHSDJ

You can't ! -

SPAM REQUEST!! EVEN IF YOU MESSED UP ONE OF YOUR PREVIOUS REQUESTS OR I HAVENT ANSWERED YOUR REQUEST YET DONT SEND IT 4738962956292 TIMES!!!!

bully me:(

DONT BE WEIRDLY FLIRTY WITH ME!!! YOU CAN FLIRT BUT MORE IN LIKE A PLAYFUL JOKING WAY PLEASEEFEHFUIEGHJ DONT BE WEIRD!!!1!!!!111! ITS NOT THAT FUCKING HARD!!!

Blog Tags ! -

Fan rambling - I talk about anything and everything !!1!

AWESOME Fan reblogs - MYYYY beautiful reblogs!!

FANS fantastic art - MY ART!! I doubt I'll post it though but… you never know!!!

hhmmmnjhbfkbfkb maybe more will be added but uuhhh I doubt it!! :)

THATS ALL FOR MY BRAND NEW (FAN)TASTIC INTRO!!! I LOVE YOU ALLLLLLL MWWWWWWAAAHHHMWWAAAHHHHH STAY SAFE @!!11111!!@!@12!2

#fanfic writer #object shows #hfjone #inanimate insanity #introduction

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ominouspositivity-or-else · 1 year

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okay, but what about that 1%? I was SA’d as a child, I was fortunate enough to not get pregnant despite being of age. My great grandmother and my grandmother were both forced to bear many children when they were still children themselves. So many others in my family too. Do they not matter?

My beloved anon, I am so sorry to hear that you went through that and suffered like that. No one should have to go through that. It's evil, and it's disgusting that it exists in this world.

And your family matters. People who wind up in difficult situations like that matter.

Every single person matters.

And that is why I'm so pro-life.

Because your mother matters as much as you. Your grandmother matters as much as you. Your siblings and aunts and great aunts and cousins. All of them matter just as much as you do. Life is valuable, it is precious, and it should be protected. Every human life is worth the same from the moment of conception to natural death.

You were hurt, and that is horrible. It was grotesquely evil and should not have happened.

But, I can also be of the mind that two things can be evil at the same time. I do not believe anyone should rape or sexually assault anyone else. I also simultaneously believe that no one should murder anyone else.

These two things should not have to contradict, beloved anon.

And I do not believe the solution to a woman's pain at having been assaulted or having a child at a young age should be amplified by having her child murdered.

I do not believe that a way to make a woman's pain go away is to kill her children. I believe that science and psychology agree with me on this, as well.

Love you, anon. I'm praying for you. God bless you.

#pro life #abortion #pro choice #thanks for the ask!#again i want to reiterate that i am so sorry you were hurt in that way and it NEVER should have happened

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"When is Y/N coming back? It's so boring without him" For once, both of Twice's personalities agreed with one another. Toga shared the opinion as well, crossing her arms. "Can't he at least visit? I need to show him all the cute pictures of Izuku!" Dabi sighed, annoyed. As if he didn't want his other boyfriend back already, but it wasn't that easy! They were so close, jinxing it for a little hang-out was not an option! "Soon. We need to wait and then we won't only have Ifrit back, we'll get to take out some heroes too. So stop whining already", Spinner groaned, and Dabi was oddly happy that the lizard was there. Shigaraki wouldn't help him at the moment, he had busied himself with video games the last few days. They all knew he did it to distract himself from missing Y/N, and no one said a word.

Dabi missed Y/N as well, horribly so. He understood him like no other, with how similar their stories were. Abused, abandoned, replaced. Runaways, taken in by the big guy himself. it was no wonder they got along so smoothly. Then again, things had been almost too smooth. As if something only waited to throw a curveball at them, throw their lives in shambles. He hummed, picking up his phone. Hawks still had the mission to infiltrate the LoV. And now they had this little "hostage situation" with his little brother. And the clone was also still here. Y/N messed with his brain, Dabi wanted a shot too. See how far he could push this rooster, and what he was willing to do. It was a risky move, sure. But he either got a good show, or could show the public that their beloved number two was a rulebreaker.

"Where are you headed for work today?" Y/n smiled, arm in a cast. He finally was released from the hospital, but was told to not do any hero work because he could get injured worse. "Oh? Just going on my normal route is all." Keigo flashed a smile at y/n, cursing at himself mentally. He didn't want to lie to y/n, but it was only to protect him. How would y/n react if he told him he was going out on a secret mission, pretending to be on the villains side? Y/n would hate him! He would have to keep it a secret from y/n, even if he didn't want to. The first thing on his mind was keeping y/n safe and happy. He wouldn't know what to do if y/n responded by yelling and crying at him, believing him to be a villain? Hating him? He didn't want that. He continued to push out that voice in the back of his mind, reminding him that this all was too good. Everything was okay. He just needed to act, and the pieces in the puzzle would click together in no time.

Y/n watched as Keigo stepped out of the agency, immediately taking flight. He sighed and leaned back on the couch in his brothers office, glancing around the room. He was at least able to convince Hawks to let him stay at the agency. His eyes trailed from his large desk, to the wide windows, to the large bookshelf that was filled with books and documents. Y/n hummed, standing up and walking over to the shelf to look at all of the items. Might as well see if he could find something to help the LOV. That was his mission after all. He began pulling out thick documents, skimming through to try and find something good. He had to brush aside those disgusting feelings, putting forth his job. He had to make Dabi and Shigaraki proud, not Keigo.

#ace—♡

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valorums · 2 months

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── ⠀⠀@shattcredmind / @skyschased

[ ⠀⠀ CONTINUED FROM HERE in order to avoid any potential issues with post trimming ⠀⠀]

If there was one thing that this dreadful CIVIL WAR had taught Shi’al, it was that NOTHING IN THE ENTIRE GALAXY WAS PERMANENT. Anything which Shi’al deemed a pleasure or a joy could be snatched from her by Fate’s cruel hands at ANY MOMENT — and the anxiety reigning over her golden heart convinced her for a few terrifying moments that Depa might soon be amongst these stolen blessings.

⠀⠀ ⠀Like a filthy COWARD, this poor, lovesick SONGBIRD couldn’t even bear to meet Depa’s gorgeous gaze upon voicing her deepest and darkest secret. Her own eyes were screwed shut, and the mere thought of opening them made Shi’al’s hands shake. What if she looked over at Depa, and saw nothing but disgust in her visage? A lump lodged itself in Shi’al’s throat, forcing the young woman to consider the horrible possibility that her recklessness has just single-handedly doomed her most dearly beloved friendship. If it had, she would never forgive herself for losing Depa.

So did I. Three words saw Shi’al’s eyes snap open, widening considerably. The RELIEF and JUBILATION that such a response might have fostered was instead conquered by ANXIETY. Did. That was PAST TENSE. Had Depa loved her once, only to fall out of love? Somehow, that thought was even more DEVASTATING than the idea of facing her outright rejection.

⠀Still refusing to make eye contact with Depa, Shi’al bit her lip, keenly aware of the fact that her entire body now joined her hands in their violent trembling. ❝ I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. ❞ What was the purpose of this faintly whispered apology? Shi’al did not know. All she knew was that her heart was tortured by THOUSANDS OF EMOTIONS at once.

❝ It’s just — ❞ Shi’al took a deep, shaky breath, fighting to steady herself in an effort to avoid crumbling into pieces. She cannot cry; Depa would think that she is weak. She has to stay strong. ❝ I know that you’re going through a lot right now and that this makes things much more complicated, but I … you … I cannot get you out of my head. ❞

#⠇ writings ⠇ ━━━ far too many notes for my taste #shattcredmind

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meowdarame · 2 years

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𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 & 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

pairings: izana kurokawa x f!reader (afab/reader; she/her pronouns)

synopsis: izana welcomes you to the family with a “special sano tradition” that’s been passed down for generations… or at least that’s what he told you it was.

warnings: NSFW/DC; 18+ MINORS DNI!; izana is aged up to 22, reader is 21; dom!izana and sub!reader; reader is adopted; pseudocest; watersports; brief mention of actual incest (but absolutely none happens); mentions of penetrative sex at the end; lmk if there’s anything i missed!

word count: 1.8k

notes: written for my birth month event, for she’s a jolly good fellow! this is filthy, so PLEASE read the warnings before proceeding. as always, likes and reblogs are super, duper appreciated!

beta readers: @christeningsakusa

Izana thinks he might be the luckiest man to ever walk the face of the earth.

You sit prettily on the ground in front of him, your hands resting delicately on the plush flesh of your exposed thighs. Brows curiously raised and eyes innocently wide— he almost wants to pull his phone out of his pocket and take a picture of your compromising position. Almost. If his family and friends found out about the morally abhorrent way he was about to defile his precious adopted sister, what would they think of him? It already took him years to become acclimated to the Sano family home; he can’t alienate himself once more.

So, with better judgment at the forefront of his mind, he decides against snapping that photo.

“Izana,” your meek voice breaks through the thick quietness, sounding so sweet in Izana’s ears. “So this is really a Sano family tradition?”

“Yes,” he murmurs, patting your head a few times before his hands fly to the buckle of his belt. “It’s an initiation ritual that’s been passed down for generations, specifically meant for Sano women on their golden birthday. They say it makes our family bond stronger.”

He has no idea how you could fall for such a blatantly obvious lie. A part of him feels kind of bad about it— he feels horrible for taking advantage of your trust in your beloved older “brother,” whom you might even love more than you love yourself. But there’s a sneaking suspicion that rests in the back of his mind, and it’s that you just don’t know any better. And if that’s the case, then he doesn’t feel as bad about the predicament. It’s not his fault that you’re so gullible.

Metal clinking sounds fill the room as Izana undoes his belt, and your eyebrows furrow in thought. Biting your lip, you shyly ask, “So if that’s the case, does that mean that Shin and Mikey are gonna have to do this to me too?”

“No.” He snaps back harshly, way too quickly for his pride. The thought of Mikey taking what’s his makes a shiver travel up and down his spine, and he has to pinch his eyes shut and shake his head a few times to get rid of the feeling. He exhales and scours the depths of his mind to come up with a believable excuse.

“No, Shin and Mikey aren’t going to do this with you,” he continues on after a few seconds of tense silence. “It’s always the brother that’s closest in age to the adopted sister. And since I’m 22, Mikey’s 19, and you’re turning 21, that means that I get the honor of practicing this special ritual with you.” A twisted grin spreads across his lips and he boops the tip of your nose, eliciting a cute giggle to slip past your lips. But once your mirth subsides, another question pops up into your painfully inquisitive mind.

Why do you have to ask so many fucking questions?

“So if that’s the case, does that mean that Mikey… and Emma…”

“No,” Izana angrily spits out, even faster than before. “That’s disgusting. Don’t even think about finishing that thought.”

Your bottom lip juts out into a pout and quivers. “I-I’m sorry, Izana. I didn’t mean to make you mad— I was just a little bit confused… You said it was disgusting, so does that mean…”

He sighs, squatting down to your eye level. His calloused palm softly cradles your face, running his thumb back and forth over your cheek. “I know, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’m not mad. The reason why I said it was gross is because they’re half-siblings. They’re related to each other, but we’re not. But still, you’re family now, and even if we don’t share the same blood, we can share other things with each other, right?”

Processing his words, you slowly nod your head. It’s hesitant at first, but when Izana smiles back at you, your movements gain more confidence, until you look so cutely eager and ready to take everything he has to give you.

“Good girl,” he coos, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “Why don’t we take this dress off, yea? It’s way too pretty to get dirty.” In reality, he wants you to keep the skimpy little thing on. If he had it his way, he would desecrate both you and that dress, leaving the piece of fabric as a reminder that you’re his and his only. But alas, it would just act as evidence, and he can’t be reckless and get caught— so, with every ounce of strength in his body, he slides the dress’s thin straps off your shoulders, exposing your pretty tits to his ravenous eyes.

He stands while you shimmy the dress off of the rest of your body. Looking down at you, he grows drunk off of the lewd sight before him. Completely bare, you try your best to cover your chest with your arm, and you clench your thighs together to hide yourself from his intense stare.

“C’mon, pretty, no need to hide from me. I’ve seen you naked so many times; why are you still so shy with me, hm?” Izana tilts his head in faux sympathy, waiting for your response.

“I know,” you shakily exhale as you remove your arm from your chest and spread your thighs apart for him. “It’s just that it’s different this time. After this, I’ll finally be fully integrated into the family. So does that mean that you and I… That we’ll no longer be able to—”

The sound of his zipper sliding down interrupts your sentence. “Oh sweetheart, nothing will ever change our relationship. Is that why you’re so hesitant about all of this?”

Your head drops and you look down at your hands, nodding slightly. A shy “yes” gets caught in your throat, and it makes Izana’s heart swell to know that you’re scared of losing him.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll still fuck you ‘til you cum— all you need to do is ask.” he reassures you as he slides down his pants and boxers in one solid motion. He’s fucking hard as a brick, so he knows it’ll be exponentially more difficult and painful to complete the “ritual” with his aching erection. Still, he can’t really blame himself, especially when you look so beautiful and bare beneath him.

“After this, we’ll still love each other the way we did before, but we’ll just be a little bit closer.”

A saccharine smile spreads across your lips, spanning from ear to ear. “Okay,” you whisper. “I’m ready.” Closing your eyes and pursing your lips, you crane your neck and let the rest of your muscles relax as you await his next move.

“Good girl,” Izana purrs, taking his hardened cock in his hands and aiming it at your chest. “Just stay like that for me, beautiful.”

It takes Izana a few seconds of arduous concentration to even break his seal. At first, the clear fluid sprays out uncontrollably, but after a few seconds of undivided focus, it streams out of his sensitive slit. It sizzles your skin when it hits your tits, shooting sparks of warmth all over your body. The liquid runs down your torso, pooling at the creases of your thighs before spilling onto the towel laid out underneath you.

In hindsight, Izana’s glad you insisted that he drink a lot of water before performing the “ritual.” You explicitly told him that if you saw any streak of yellow, you’d back out before the fluid could even land on your skin. At first, he was a little upset by your insistence, specifically because the mental image of the yellow liquid splattering off of your skin excited him. But right now, he’s thankful that you were so stubborn. It takes him a solid minute to empty his entire bladder, and once the stream starts to weaken and fully disappear, he shakes his dick to get rid of the last few droplets of his waste.

You slowly open your eyes once he finishes. Your cheeks heat up in equal parts embarrassment and pride— embarrassment from the sticky and wet feeling permeating your body and pride from finally being a fully-fledged Sano family member.

“See, it wasn’t that scary, right?”

“No it wasn’t scary at all, Izana!” You beam, a giant smile spreading across your face. “Thank you for being so gentle with me.”

A soft smile spreads across his face, his tan cheeks coloring with a pretty pink tint. “Of course. You’re my precious angel; I have to treat you with the tender care that you deserve.”

Giggling at his sweet compliments, you stand from the ground, holding onto Izana’s arm for stability. Little droplets of his fluids drip down your skin and fall onto the floor; after stepping off of the towel, he picks it up from the ground and presses the fluffy fabric to your skin to dry you off.

“There,” Izana hums. “All dry now. Let’s get you cleaned up, yea?”

“Only if you shower with me!”

He throws his head back and a chuckle erupts from deep in his chest. “Don’t worry, my love. I will— it’s only natural!”

You hold his hand as he leads you to the bathroom across the hall— Izana’s thankful that Grandpa Sano and Mikey are gone for the weekend to visit Emma in college. It gives him more freedom to fuck you as hard as he wants without fearing of someone walking in on you both. They’ll be returning home tomorrow morning though, so he has to make tonight count.

As Izana turns the water on and waits for it to heat, he turns to face you. “Sweetheart, would you like to make love tonight? Now that you’re fully initiated into the family, I’d like to show you how much I love you.”

You excitedly nod your head. “I’d like that very much, Izana.”

He helps you step into the shower before stepping inside and standing behind you. He lets the hot water run down his body and relax his tired muscles. And though the water may wash away the sins of tonight, the memory will remain forever in Izana’s mind.

He feels your arms wrap around his waist, your sweet voice resounding off of the shower walls. “Thank you for everything. I love you.”

He embraces you back, one of his palms cradling the back of your head. “I love you more,” he whispers so softly that only you can hear it; the noise from the running water acts as a shield from the outside world, hiding his taboo romantic feelings for you from judgmental eyes.

But even if the world were to find out and crucify him, he’d gladly let them. He’d never deny his love for his darling little “sister.”

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Thank God For Quidditch - James Potter

james potter x fem!reader (smut)

summary: After Gryffindor fails to win a Quidditch Match, the other team’s captain’s teasing causes something in James to snap and the next thing he knows, he has her falling apart in his grasp.

word count: 4,795

warnings: NSFW, thigh riding, unprotected sex, praise, choking, hair pulling, swearing.

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Nothing inflates someone’s ego like praise. Y/N L/N knew that all too well, spending her days basking in every single compliment thrown her way for whatever she did whether it be someone liking her outfit or talking about the Quidditch game she had won the previous week. Whatever it was, Y/N thrived off of it all and the only thing more buzzing than an actual Quidditch match was the aftermath where people talked about it for hours on end and asked the team captain, Y/N, for a full recount of the match.

The biggest match was the one at the end of the year between the two houses in the finals. Also known as the one that her team had just won, their seeker catching the snitch in her hands with a loud laugh as the crowd erupted with noise and the commentator screamed about her skills. It was always the crowd that spurred Y/N on, their screaming smile and happy shouting making her feel proud of her team and her skills whilst she zoomed after the small little ball in the air.

“Yes, Y/N!” The team yelled in different variations as she flew down to the ground with the snitch still in her hand as the crowd raced each others out of the stands to come down to the field. She dismounted her broom and left it in the pitch before she raced over to her friends and threw herself into the Keeper’s arms and he twirled her around.

The cheering became louder as he lowered her and their heads snapped over to every tower where students were filtering out and running behind Madam Hooch who was approaching with the Quidditch cup in her hands. Other teammates patted her back in congratulations as she took the cup in her hands from Madam Hooch with glinting eyes at her accomplishment.

“Woah!” She exclaimed as the two beaters lifted her onto their shoulders and she was lifted above the shouting crowd with the cup in her hands. Even people supporting Gryffindor in the match were crowding around them and shouting congratulations, cheering with their friends banners instead of their red ones.

There was another sea of red further away from the ones in the crowd and Y/N’s eyes zeroed in on the large number 7 printed on the back of the Gryffindor Captain’s uniform as he walked not-so-calmly towards the changing rooms. He looked on the verge of a temper tantrum and Y/N smirked at the memory of his earlier words.

“Enjoy the pity party after the match, L/N.” James Potter had said, glaring as the two of them shook hands in the centre of the pitch. The grip was tight, both of them seeming like they were trying to cut off one another's circulation so the Chaser couldn’t carry the Quaffle and the Seeker couldn’t grasp the snitch.

“I’m sure you’ll throw it great, I’ll be at the actual party with the rest of my winning team.” She replied, a bitter smile on her lips as her crescent nails scraped over the material of his glove in the tight grip.

“It’s nice to have dreams, even if they are pathetically unrealistic.” He shrugged his shoulders as they let go of each others hands on Madam Hooch’s orders and walked away from each other to mount their brooms and fly up to their starting positions.

She had vowed to make him eat his words which thanks to her wonderful Quidditch skills, he had and now he was storming back to the changing rooms one second away from snapping his beloved broomstick in anger. Sirius Black was walking close to him and the other members of the team were walking back up to the castle instead of the changing rooms.

“Put me down, put me down.” Y/N laughed as she tapped one the heads of the two team members holding her up in the air; they let her down with a laugh and being up there was definitely better than being down on the floor where people were still cheering. “I’m gonna go rub it in Potter’s face.”

“Have fun.” Cory Michaels, one of the Beaters who had held her up, leaned down in excitement to kiss her cheek before he pushed her away and she started to worm her way through the crowd.

The praise followed her out of the clump and she soaked it all in with a smile whilst squeezing through the gaps between people who milled around the edge of the large ground, someone yelled and she glanced back with a scoff to see Cory being held in the air with cup that she had given to Cressida Bridge in his hands.

Jacob Jones was one of the last people who complimented the game on her way out of the circle, after she had passed him she broke into a small jog to get to her destination. The changing rooms weren’t that far away from the centre of the pitch but it was a fair distance, Y/N would do her bragging then return to her common room for the afterparty...there was always something inside her that itched to make James angry especially after Quidditch matches.

It was the way his eyebrows scrunched in irritation or the way that his cheeks flushed a bright red from the effort and sweat glistened on his skin from flying around the pitch and tossing the Quaffle around. Y/N was sweaty too, slipping the gloves off of her hands as she walked so they were free of their confines and the breeze hit them almost immediately because of her jogging.

Slowing down into a walk as she got closer to the changing room, she took off her shin guards and held them with her gloves. She was half-tempted to take her ponytail out but decided against it until she was having her shower and could cool herself down.

A few metres in front of her, the doors to the changing rooms opened and Sirius Black came out with pursed lips as he shut the door behind him and went to start walking but he froze at the sight of the opposite teams captain walking towards him. She had a smirk on her face, her eyes glinting with mischief as she stared at Sirius and he shook his head slowly towards her, his own smile peeking up.

“Not a good idea, beautiful.” He said as she got closer but all she did was smile at him and give him a small chuckle as she passed and he started walking with a smile. “Your funeral.”

Disregarding his comment, Y/N slowly pushed open the door to the changing room and saw Potter tugging a shirt on with his back to her. It was a simple white t-shirt and black jeans but he tugged the top on so aggressively that she wanted to laugh but just settled on closing the door and leaning against it before throwing her gloves and shin guards down onto the nearest bench with a clatter.

“I don’t want to hear it, Padfoot, you made your point.” He grumbled as he grabbed a bottle from his bag and put it up his shirt, spraying it in the direction of his armpits and Y/N wrinkled her nose up in disgust. “I’m overreacting.”

“I don’t know what a padfoot is-” She began to say and James jumped out of his skin as he whirled around and nearly stumbled whilst putting the cap back on his aftershave. “- but I’m not it.”

His expression turned sour as he stared at her and he turned back to his belongings to start packing his uniform in his Quidditch bag quickly, more aggressive now that she was in the room. “Come to gloat?”

“Yes, actually.” Y/N nodded with a smile and pushed herself off of the wall, walking closer to where James was packing his stuff up and she leaned against the wall beside that instead, meeting James’ eyes as he glanced at her. “What happened out there? You’re bad anyway, but today you were horrible.”

“Shut up.” He scowled, grabbing his red jersey and stuffing it into the bag on top of the Quidditch sweats they were all made to wear. Y/N only smirked slightly wide as she saw that she was affecting him.

“I mean, the Finbourgh Flick was a good tactic.” She continued casually as the rustling of the clothes got louder and James breathed more heavily in anger. “Too bad it didn’t work.”

“Quit it, will you?” He snapped at her, eyes flaring as the eye contact was made but he looked away with a rising and falling chest.

“The reverse pass was good on your part as a Chaser.” Y/N continued and James’ hands fumbled with his stuff whilst his face heated up with the humiliation and the anger. He glared heatedly her had the urge to just...push her into a wall and kiss her right on the mouth so she would shut up.

What?! He blinked for a second, erasing the thought from his mind with a shake of his head...the thought of kissing her should disgust him but through his angry haze he didn’t seem to be bothered whilst looking away from her features that glowed and glistened with a thin layer of sweat that looked disgustingly enticing in that moment.

“But that failed too...” She frowned mockingly and he glanced back up, eyebrows furrowing in anger and his hands itched to press her shoulders against the wall she was leaning on. Rendering her speechless. So he could have a moment of peace. “Your chasing skills were okay but same couldn’t be said for your captaincy...should’ve brushed them all up on their passes. That’s on you.”

He snapped, jerking away from his bag and towards her, his hands reaching to her arms as he slammed her back against the wall she was leaning on in anger and shoved his lips against hers to shut her up. She jolted slightly at the impact but she accepted the kiss as he stood an inch apart from her, hands gripping at her arms and eyes closing but still full with anger at the sight of her though they softened slightly behind is eyelids when he realised he had just pinned someone against the wall, kissed them roughly and let his anger get the best of him.

He pulled away just as roughly, panting whilst his eyes searched every detail on her face in fear he had made her uncomfortable in any way; it hadn’t been his intention but she just made him so mad. “I’m, uh, sorry.”

She panted just as heavily as him, her breath having been stolen by the way he slammed her against the wall and then his lips had pressed against hers with vigour. Though as his blazing eyes searched her face, he found no sign of uncomfortableness or disgust, instead he saw the smirk twitch at her lips again.

“Don’t apologise.” She breathlessly told him, licking her lips and James eyed the wetness that now covered them as he gulped at the sight and his eyes flicked back up to hers again. “Do it again if you’d like.”

Then she winked at him and James swore he went into cardiac arrest for a moment but he regained himself quickly before looking at the wetness on her lips and diving in again, pressing his lips roughly against hers before pulling back and doing it again and again and again. Like he was addicted. But he was still angry which he didn’t understand...James’ grip tightened on her arms slightly as he took a step closer so their noses nearly touched and he kissed her on the lips again.

Y/N responded as best she could, but the kisses he delivered were short and rough, not ones were she could give him the pleasure of kissing back. So she just let him attack her lips with his, feeling them bruise with every bit of pressure was put onto them with his endless kisses that came again and again and again. Every kiss got him more worked up it seemed and for one of them, he planted his lips onto hers and just pressed them there for longer, letting the feeling consume him.

She had no problem with it, just wished he would do something else to stimulate her building arousal. James grunted at one point and she prepared herself for his touch, his tongue pressed against her lips and she opened them immediately, welcoming him inside with a small, escaped breath. His tongue circled around hers, moving around her mouth as they groaned in unison.

Y/N desperately wanted to touch him somehow, but he still had her arms in his tight grip despite the fact that he was almost pressed against her completely and there wasn’t even any way she would want to leave now. She moved her tongue too and he grunted again, finally moving his hands from her arms to her his but still keeping her pressed against the wall.

She moved her arms out to wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to her and letting her hands play with his hair, tugging at it slightly and making him groan as his hands travelled slightly higher but he stopped when he realised she was more or less still in her full Quidditch Uniform

He disregarded that fact for a minute and let his lips travel down across her jaw to her neck where he ducked his head down and she leant hers back to give him more access, his lips sucked gently at the skin as he kissed her neck and gave the occasional blow which caused a shiver down her back and the slightest arch.

James chuckled lowly at her back arching slightly and she groaned slightly at the sound and the breath on her neck, his kisses went further up her neck until he was dangerously close to her and she felt them skim her earlobe before his voice invaded her hearing. “I knew you liked me.”

She could practically hear the cocky smirk through the small laugh as he nipped gently at her earlobe before travelling his kisses back down to her neck. Y/N rolled her eyes and used her hands to grab James’ face before bringing him to face her. Both of them were breathing heavily and James quirked his eyebrows up at her as she made them meet eyes.

“Shut up.” She said to him breathlessly, pulling him back in to connect their lips and he smiled into the kiss they shared before he went serious again and stuck his tongue into her mouth again.

And again she welcomed it eagerly, the muscles circling around each other as they engaged themselves in a rough and passionate make out. James grabbed at her waist and pulled her right up against him, off of the wall so he could unzip the back of the jersey and push it off of her. He didn’t bother to unbutton the cape that attached at the bottom of the jersey so he just let it fall with it.

So now she was just in her long-sleeved black shirt, her black joggers and her boots. Y/N quickly discarded of her shoes, throwing them to the side and letting her sock-covered feet land on the hard wooden floor below her before she pulled her socks off too.

James didn’t waste any time in grabbing her by the back of her thighs and using his remarkable strength to hike her up so her legs wrapped around his waist and they engaged back in a heated kiss with his hands squeezing at her thighs and her hands running through his already messy hair.

He moved backwards as they kissed, both of their lips surely bruised by now from the roughness of their kissing. The feeling of her body against his was intoxicating and she craved so much more. James lowered himself onto one of the benches so she was now straddling him and they kept kissing one another, their heavy breathing loud amongst the thickening air of the changing rooms.

Caught up in the moment, Y/N grinded against James who groaned into their kiss and put his hands on her ass, squeezing as she grinded again and their tongues found solace touching the other. Soft breathy moans from Y/N and small groans from James filled the changing room and she felt thankful for the rest of the team deciding to shower back up at the castle instead of in the changing rooms.

James started to kiss at the skin on her neck, sucking and pecking it as Y/N continued to grind on him with her small moans. “Want you to ride my thigh.”

“What?” She breathed out, breath catching in her throat as he started sucking in the same spot for a while, surely leaving a mark.

“I want you...” He smoothed his tongue over the spot where he’d been sucking and Y/N exhaled shakily, bucking her hips. “to ride” He peppered kisses across the extra expanse of skin until his mouth had trailed up to her ear and he lowered his voice down to a whisper. “my thigh.”

“Okay.” Y/N moaned out softly and moved from straddling both of his thighs to straddling only one and looking at him to make eye contact, his eyes were alight yet dark with lust as he looked at her and before she started moving, his fingers ghosted over the hem of her shirt.

He pulled it off of her and she raised her arms so it slipped off easily and he threw it across the changing rooms without looking for an exact place to throw it. He then pulled his own shirt off and threw it away too.

His eyes were too busy travelling over the sight of her bra-covered chest and marvelling at the way it perfectly pushed up her breasts to where he could bury his face in them and kiss at the skin which made her moan out again as his hands groped at them hungrily. She tilted her head back as she felt his thumbs trace over the material of the cups and her nipples began to harden in arousal.

His fingers travelled around to her back and he unhooked her bra, pulling it off of her shoulders and throwing it in the direction of her shirt. He put his hands on her breasts again, groping at them and kissing them too, his hands just felt better now that it was skin on skin.

“Move, baby.” He whispered against her skin and she breathed softly as she began to drag herself along his thigh, feeling the faint stimulation as the joggers pressed against her knickers and her knickers pressed against her vagina.

A shiver went up her spine as she continued to move against him, breathing shakily and getting faster with every rut. He flexed his thigh from underneath her and moved his hands away from her breasts towards her ass to move her faster against his thigh which had her gasping and gripping his shoulders and moaning whilst the stimulation against her clit got faster and rougher and his hands were squeezing her ass harshly.

He groaned as she bucked faster, moaning whilst her fingers pressed into his skin and muscle. James even started to bounce his thigh which sent sparks of pleasure through her as her tits started to bounce on her chest and James watched them hungrily whilst they went up and down over and over and over again until she was a moaning mess on his body.

“I’m gonna-” She cut herself off with a loud moan, rutting faster in chase of her release as James leaned forward and stuffed his face into her neck, kissing and sucking and even nipping slightly at the skin there as he continued to bounce his hip. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, L/N.” He whispered roughly into her ear, squeezing her ass hard enough to leave a bruise as he bounced quicker and listened to the pretty noises that she let loose. “Do it for me.”

“For you,” She breathed out in a moan, tilting her head back whilst she thrusted faster and the lewd noises escaped her with no hesitation. “All for you.”

“All for me.” James chuckled into her ear and with one last loud cry of pleasure, Y/N released and continued to shake and stutter in her rhythm as she rode out of her high and James softly kissed her through it. “Well done, my girl.”

Y/N let her hands loosen their tight grip on him as she panted after her orgasm, letting her palms massage his shoulders instead of gripping them tight. James rubbed her ass before moving his hands up her back to smooth over the skin of her back whilst she calmed down.

“We’re not done yet.” He whispered into her ear and she moaned softly again at the declaration. James began to stand, making Y/N stand too and he slowly lowered his hands to pluck at the waistband of her joggers.

He crouched slowly, bringing the joggers down with him until they were pooled at her feet and she stepped out of them. His fingers travelled back up to get the waistband of her knickers and he pulled them down next, smiling cockily at the sight of the glistening wetness inside of it. She stepped out of those too and James stood back up with them still in his hand, her grabbed her face in his hand and showed them to her as her cheeks squished in his hold.

“Made such a mess.” He tutted, moving his hand that held her face so she was shaking her head. The confidence and dominance radiated off of him like he was a raging fire spreading smoke up into the air, Y/N loved it and the way he held her face in one hand made her go crazy.

James threw her knickers away too and she was left naked in front of her half-naked Quidditch nemesis. Who knew that this is where they would end up? Y/N moved her hand, getting the urge to make him feel good and she reached out towards his joggers, wanting to touch the bulge that had grown there but James grasped her hand before she could touch it and tutted again.

“I wanna make you feel as good as you made me.” She told him, words muffled by his hand squishing her cheeks but he understood her anyway by the way he smirked at her.

“You will make me feel good.” He released her cheeks and grabbed her hips instead, pulling her against him so her breasts pressed against his bare chest and she groaned slightly at the feeling. “By letting me fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”

Y/N moaned at the thought, trying to pull him down for a kiss but James pulled away which made her whine slightly. He chuckled at her noise as he began to walk them back against the wall and she shivered once her back pressed against the cold tiles and James towered over her with an aura of dominance. The rustling of his pants made her look down to where he was pushing both his joggers and his boxers down his legs before stepping out of them.

Y/N’s eyes trained to his erection and she licked her lips at the sight before looking up to James who smirked at the look in her eyes before wrapping his own hand around his dick and pumping it just to tease her because he said she couldn’t do it before. He let go of his dick, crouched and looped his arms underneath her thighs, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist like they had before as her weight was supported against the wall.

She moaned slightly as her pussy touched his bare body and he just smirked at her before pushing his hard dick into her with no prior prepping and enjoying the way her head tilted back against the wall with a large moan scraping at her throat. He went in slowly, watching her mouth fall agape further as one of her hands pressed against the wall behind her another grappled at his shoulder, with every inch that went in, the wider her mouth fell with the pleasurable pain he was delivering.

James bottomed out and held himself in there for a couple of seconds, kissing at her neck and sucking another mark whilst she got comfortable. His other one he had made stood out as a bright red blotch on the side of her neck and James kissed at that again, Y/N whimpering at the touch.

He began to pull out in a slow pace before taking his time pushing back in, he continued the slow pace as he let her get used to it. The feeling was remarkable and Y/N moaned softly as he slid in and out of her agonisingly slow.

“Faster.” She panted, her chest heaving and James stopped altogether, bringing her to whimper but then his mouth was against her ear again.

“As you wish.” He said, his raspy voice heavenly in her ears and she allowed herself to revel in it for a moment before her peace was interrupted by James’ hips slamming into her and causing a loud moan to pour out of her lips as he kept thrusting into her whilst she balanced herself against the wall.

His thrusts were relentless, in and out over and over. He spoke through gritted teeth whilst slamming and thrusting into Y/N. Moans were spilling from her lips with no mercy and her tits were bouncing up and down over and over as James kept up his rough pace. He pulled out all the way and then slammed back in over and over and over again with praise and profanities spilling shamelessly from him.

“Yeah, my good girl, fuck yeah.”

At his words, she let out moans which were met with groans from James as he thrusted in and out with his eyes on his girlfriends breasts which were bouncing for his view and Y/N attempted to bounce herself back on his dick with a screwed up face from the pleasure whilst her eyes tried to peak down at where James was thrusting into her but he reached back and pulled their hair so they were looking up at the ceiling of the changing rooms.

“James-” She cut herself off, their eyes rolling back in their head as James put a hand around her throat and laughed at their fucked out expression and went impossibly faster into her. The moan that she wanted to let out was blocked by his hand gripping her neck tightly, his fingers pressing into the skin whilst the sound of skin slapping echoed around the rooms.

“You like my hand around your pretty neck?” He grunted and she nodded, her hand on his shoulder going to touch his arms as a whimper made its way out and James laughed lowly. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes.” She choked out, moaning as James loosened his grip slightly when he felt his orgasm approaching. Y/N could feel her own, the coil slowly tightening in the pits of her stomach as her eyes rolled back again and James groaned louder. “James, fuck me.”

“Come on, baby.” He moaned, going faster and Y/N whimpered repetitively as his dick brushed against her g-spot and it prodded at the pressure point repeatedly. “Come on. Cum all over me, my good girl, cum on my dick.”

His words sent multiple shivers down her spine and finally, with motivation from James’ thrusts against her g-spot and his hand tightening on her neck again at the chase for his own release, Y/N let go and had her second orgasm all over James’ dick that was still pounding into her but starting to stutter in it’s rhythm. She clenched around him and it took a lot of self-control for James to pull out and let his own cum squirt up all over her torso.

Once both of their orgasms had mulled over, Y/N leaned her head forward and rested her forehead on James’ as they both panted and their chests went up and down in unison. James tilted his head so his lips could catch hers and Y/N responded softly, the kiss softer than their rough ones which had started the whole thing off.

“Thank god for Quidditch, huh?” Y/N muttered against his lips and he managed a chuckle, the two of them naked and sweaty but still laughing with each other after a failed match for one of them.

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