#apparently i've lost my fucking mind. sorry

[rayshippouuchiha]

Hiya!

I've been having too many fandom thoughts in my mind (which is honestly not a good moment for, I have first exams next week lol) but I have been in a Bleach binge for the last two weeks, and also I've been watching the Mandela Catalogue (which, if you like analog horror, you should definitwly see it bc it is spectacular) and I have many hc for the series.

Basically, the videos include a type of supernatural beings called "Doppelgangers", which are able to imitate humans, invade their homes and kill them.

There are a couple of types of doppelgangers depending of how alike a human they are, but honestly I see them as eldritch shape-shifters.

One of the things I've noticed in a couple of videos and that I hc now is that they don't attack unless attacked first (but what they do... Well, it's pretty horrible), sooo... I mixed things and got a Plot Idea:

After the war with Aizen, Ichigo lost everything he was and everything he cared for, leaving him entirely on his own.

Everybody moved on without him, leaving him stranded in a turbulent storm he is starting to believe he can't survive without help. But nobody is left to lend him a guiding hand anymore. Without two thirds of his soul, he's slowly starting to wither; losing himself bit by bit one day, one betrayal at a time.

One night, Ichigo lay in his bed trying futilely to sleep and just managing a bare doze, house empty because his sisters are either in the Shoten or staying at a friends house and Goat-Face who-cares-where, he's all alone.

Except, when he opens his eyes, he's staring directly at a face.

His own face, in fact.

His apparent twin just stares at him, a weird grin a hair too big for his face, saying nothing.

Ichigo has heard about the doppelgangers before, of course he has, with every little town on alert because of the disturbing murders that are happening because of these monstrous creatures.

But he's just tired. He's just a human, and all strength he had left, his supposed friends and family had taken it away.

He doesn't want to fight. Not anymore.

He scoots over to the side of the bed, and mumbles something along the lines of "close the window, go to bed, wanna sleep".

The last thing he feels is the warmth of his room and breathing on the back of his neck.

Or where Ichigo is adopted by an Otherworldly shape-shifter, gives him a something to fill his void-like soul, making him a one of Them too, and when he learns how to change shape, the first form he takes becomes his default state: a shadow.

Because Ichigo has become a shell of his former being, a shadow of himself.

He finds no better irony.

(Sorry for the long ask! What do you think?)

Obviously this is super duper late but fuck i love this and i want to read it

#RayRambles #Bleach #prompt

[greenmantle]

TEEN WOLF (2011-2017)

#apparently i've lost my fucking mind. sorry #teen wolf #twedit #mine #stiles stilinski #caitlin teen wolf #man discovers bisexuality. immediately erases his own memory to not think about it #jeff davis i am eternally outside your house. #flashing gif

[a-hazbin-reader]

THIS WAS MY BAD I FUCKED UP ANON I'M SORRY

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Brief mention of Y/N not having control over her own life

Description: 👆⬆️

It took a lot for Alastor to be nervous about something, like A LOT

He wasn't nervous to start his radio show, he wasn't scared to sing in front of a crowd or dance with a stranger

But meeting your father has his mind in shambles, he's never been so nervous in his entire life

Every negative quality he can think of is coming to the forefront of his mind and making a home there

Not even asking you out made him feel this anxious

Okay so that was a fucking lie

He's heard all about your father from you, knows how close the two of you are-now he knows how you felt meeting his mother

Your father made you the woman you are today, and all of your best qualities were apparently cultivated by your father, according to you anyways

But he plays it cool when you ask him to meet your father, giving you a charming smile and confident response

"It's about time you asked me that, my dear~"

Hugs you from behind and buries his face in your neck so that you don't see the panic in his eyes

Pretends like he's not worried about it whenever you bring it up but as his S/O you pick up on his mannerisms

He's often distracted, getting lost in his own thoughts, doesn't hear what you're saying, messing up food he normally makes with ease

It's different for him, to him meeting your father makes the possibility of losing you feel more real

If your father doesn't approve of him then not only would you be disappointed but he could keep you from seeing Alastor

And nobody would question it, nobody would ask what YOU want, a girl's father knows what best for her

Then you two would have to elope which wouldn't be the worst thing but you deserve more-

"Alastor..? Are you sure you want to do this?"

He immediately relaxes at the sound of your voice, turning to give you a reassuring smile and kissing your forehead

"Of course, my dear~! What sort of a man would I be if I was too scared to face your father?"

Oh, he's scared of making a bad impression

He leans into your touch as you place soft hands over his cheeks, smiling at him in a way that makes him feel childish for being nervous

"Oh darling, you have nothing to worry about...I'll protect you~"

"Very funny..."

"I'm serious! He will love you, you're very hard not to love~"

Your gentle embrace on his arm keeps him grounded throughout the entire walk to see your father

Maybe he nuzzles your head to give you affection, or maybe he does it because your scent relaxes him

Alastor is hilariously stiff when you two enter the restaurant, tensing up as you approach your father

He's handsome for a man his age but the way he carries himself with kindness and pride reminds Alastor of you

The old man's eyes light up and happiness envelopes his features as he takes notice of you, standing to meet you

The love between you and your father is painfully obvious, this here is a man who would die to protect his daughter

Something he and Alastor have in common

Then suddenly, a switch flips in him once you go to hug your father, no longer is he your nervous boyfriend

"Papa, this is the man I've been telling you about, this is Al-"

"Alastor! Pleasure to meet you, sir! Quite a pleasure! Might I just say you've raised an exceptional young woman!"

This is Alastor, the charming radio host who is utterly mesmerizing and able to talk his way out of any situation

The Alastor that originally caught your attention and kept it long enough for you to fall for him

He spends the entire lunch charming your father, laying out all his best qualities in the hopes that he's making a good impression

And he definitely is, or at least he seems to be

"Oh Y/N, you didn't tell me that he would be such a gentleman! Wherever did you find him?"

Oh Papa you don't want to know

"Oh you know...we just bumped into each other-"

"She immediately had my heart in her pocket from the first moment we met! I was wrapped around her little finger and didn't even know it until it was too late!"

Now you're blushing, Alastor's words, along with him pulling you into a loving hug, making you feel flustered

He may have been busy trying to impress your father, but he didn't forget who he was doing it for, making sure to pay attention to you

He couldn't ignore you even if he tried, kissing your cheek whenever you boasted about him or squeezing your hand when your father embarrassed you

Which he did, your father couldn't help but brag about his darling daughter and every good deed she ever did

All of Alastor's earliest worries are gone, now understanding that your father isn't the type of man to rule over his daughter

Rather the kind to build her up and encourage her to be her own person, loving her for her strengths instead of smothering them

Which makes Alastor respect the man even more than he already did

At one point you leave the table to use the restroom, leaving the two men alone with each other

The mood shifts a little bit, your father suddenly serious and doubtful as he looks Alastor over

"Just what are your intentions with my daughter? She's not the kind of woman who you can just toy with until the next one comes along. My Y/N is too good for a playboy."

Oh, so now it's a serious talk, that's fine, Alastor came here for a serious reason anyways

"I'm no boy, and I don't plan on playing with your daughter's heart, I meant what I said earlier. In fact, I wanted to meet you so that I could ask your permission to not only continue seeing her but to marry her."

Apparently, he said the right thing because your father's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before the warmth flooded back into them

The old man relaxed into his seat and simply nodded at Alastor as you came back, the two men coming to an understanding

The atmosphere at the table becomes much more casual after that, your father and Alastor talking and joking like old friends

It warms your heart to see your boys getting along so well, leaning on Alastor happily

He smiles and rubs noses with you for a moment before going back to the conversation, something that leaves you flustered

And apparently, it makes your father blush too, finding the two of you to be a cute couple

The love you both have for each other radiates more than any sort of PDA would

Your father thinks that Alastor wouldn't be the worst son in law to have, he's charming, hardworking, obviously loves you

Why he's nearly perfect but there's something about him that makes your father think he's dangerous

And maybe he is but as long as Alastor keeps his daughter safe and happy then what does he care?

It's your life after all

Later, when you all get up to leave, your father ignores Alastor's offer of a handshake in favor of hugging him

"If you marry her, then you best not ever leave her, not even in death."

"Not only will I never leave her, I'll do everything in my power to make her happy~"

"Good man, welcome to the family.."

You give your father a loving hug, and he whispers his approval to you, making you tear up and kiss his cheek

Alastor is a little concerned when he sees your glassy eyes but you kiss him happily before he can even ask what's wrong

Presses his forehead to yours once you two finally stop kissing, both of you panting softly

Your smile is so breathtaking, he almost doesn't even hear what you're saying because he's so mesmerized

"I told you that he would love you~"

GAHHHH SORRY THIS TOOK ALL DAY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

I HAD IT THEN DELETED IT AND HAD TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

[angelltheninth]

OKAY BUT WHAT IF MIGUEL WAS THE VIRGIN?!

Omg Anon, your brain! Thank you for this!

Paring: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, virginity loss, size difference, a bit of teasing, growling, praise, gentle sex

A/N: Why do I find the idea of a virgin Miguel so appealing?

Virgin!Miguel might be a virgin when it comes to his cock but things like fingering and oral sex are something he knows a lot about. He's done these things before but... well... he's always been very self-conscious of his size. Even if his previous lovers told him it was fine he never wanted to hurt them so he never really lost his virginity to anyone. You will be his first, the only one to ever get his cock.

"I don't think I'm very skilled in these things. I'm sorry but I've only had a few partners before this and it never went this far. Just looking at your pussy is... are you sure I'll fit in there? Of course I really want to, I'm as hard as a rock for you. But what if you don't like it? What if I'm too much? Take it slow? I can but... you need my cock now? You're a needy one."

Virgin!Miguel is indeed as hard as a rock for you but your next orgasm he would rather have you come all over his abs. So he does give you his cock, not in the way you'd expect though. His girthy dick slides over your clit, slow almost teasing pace to make you push your hips upwards. When you're about to come he presses down on you with his whole body, your cum rolling down his cock and abs when he moves away. He might be a virgin but he knows what you want.

"Sorry if I teased you. You gotta understand that it's the only thing I can offer you with confidence right now. When I see how cute you get, how much you want it, want me, want my cock to make you come I can't help myself. Looks like you're ready. Spread your legs please."

Virgin!Miguel shakes a little when the tip of his cock pushes inside your pussy, it's unlike anything he's felt before. All those toys he has and none of them could ever compare to the real thing. He knows that now. Might as well just throw them all away because now he has somewhere so much better to put his cock into. Although he has a pretty high libito so if you want to be his new toy you're gonna have to deal with his hard cock a lot.

"Fuck. Hold on, stop, I need to stop for a bit. Are all pussies this good or are you special? I don't think I'll be finding out any time soon cause I could get addicted to this one. I'm not even properly inside you and I already feel my balls tightening. Are you on birth control? Okay, so you won't mind if I come inside."

Virgin!Miguel comes hard as soon as he thrusts a few times. He thought that all the masturbating he did would prepare him for the real deal but apparently not. He's doing his best to fuck you through his orgasm in an effort to give you your. A lot of cum is pushed out and then back in as he slots your hips right against yours, his lips curled and teeth showing, little grunts and growls falling from his mouth

"Thought I'd last longer then this. Yeah, I'm a little embaressed, wouldn't you be if you couldn't last longer with the prettiest girl in the world? Are you sure those orgasms earlier were enough? I'll be hard again in an hour so I fully plan on making it up to you. What do you say pretty, will you help me with my endurance training?"

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara imagine #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel smut #marvel smut #spiderverse x reader #atsv x reader #atsv imagines #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 smut #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel x you #x female reader

[wildestdreamsblog]

Hello how are you?

I'm not sure if I've already sent this to you so... If your requests are open I want to request a fic with yoongi (or a member that suits you better) where they are in a relationship and the reader feels neglected, yoongi is too involved with the next album to give us attention so the reader tries to break up but how are we talking from a Yandere... I think you know where I'm going lol

Sorry if it's too confusing, I really like your writing so I wanted to read this from your perspective (with a lot of angst pls🛐

You’re not leaving me

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You were done waiting for him, done being alone in this relationship. But it turns out Min Yoongi is someone who won’t let go. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Dubcon, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: Here you go because you asked so nicely 💜3,333 words!

“He’s not coming, is he?”

You flinched from your friend’s sharp words. You turned around to meet her eyes, having to step out of your own party to ask where your boyfriend was, where Min Yoongi was.

“Something came up,” you replied, your voice small as you forced yourself to smile at her reassuringly. She eyed your phone, shaking her head as she lamented how this wasn’t even the first time your so-called boyfriend bailed out on you. She said and you quoted, ‘What’s the use of having a boyfriend when he can’t even make an effort to show up?’

You hated to agree, but for the life of you you could no longer defend him.

The truth was, he couldn’t even be bothered to pick up his phone tonight.

The truth was, this wasn’t the first time he did this to you.

The truth was, every time he told you he was sorry, you believed him a little less.

“You deserve so much better, Y/N,” your friend said as she wrapped her arms around you. For fuck’s sake, it was his and your anniversary. And the person you wanted to show up couldn’t even be bothered to show up, she thought.

That night, you didn’t go back to his home. You decided to instead go to your own apartment, the one you didn’t let go of once he asked you to move in. It turned out it was the smartest thing you had ever done. You woke up that morning with a single message.

‘Sorry I wasn’t able to pick up the phone. How’s my kitten?’

You scoffed, throwing your phone somewhere on your bed without replying. You had not gone home the whole night and yet, he didn’t ask you where you were. You were almost certain that Yoongi himself didn’t even come home last night. You didn’t know what hurt more: the fact that he didn’t know you didn’t come home, or that he didn’t even bother to tell you he wasn’t coming home.

Or that he didn’t even remember it was your anniversary yesterday.

You felt hot tears falling freely on your face with the realization that you and him were nearing the end of your relationship.

Was this even how relationship should be?

Were you just wasting time on something that you thought was more?

Did he really love you?

Did he still love you?

The door opened before you could even enter the code. His eyes went wide when he saw you, relief apparent in his face and the way his shoulders loosened. You hadn’t even reacted yet when he pulled you inside his expensive apartment, his arms tight around you as he buried his face on your neck.

If he noticed that you didn’t welcome his embrace, he didn’t comment, too lost on his own misery when he found you gone.

“I thought something bad happened to you, kitten,” he began, his voice shaky. His embrace became even tighter and it started to hurt. But nothing could hurt more than your heart right now. “You didn’t answer my message. I was worried!”

He stepped back, finally noticing that you were still wearing your clothes yesterday.

“Where did you stay, kitten?” He asked, his tone holding something unfamiliar, something dark. His large and veiny hand, the one that you always admired, tilted your chin up. His eyes were serious. Yoongi was always serious but you felt like this was different. “You must have been too drunk to come back home, right, kitten? You should have called me. I would have picked you up, you know that,” his tone was sweet, yet his words felt like they were a warning, as if you displeased him.

“You won’t make me worry again, right? You won’t disappear without a word again, right kitten?”

And only when you nodded did he let you go. He smiled so sweetly at you, before telling you what he planned for the two of you today.

See, everytime Yoongi messed up, he overcompensated. He became more romantic, bought you expensive things you didn’t ask for, took you to places you had never been. He held onto you a little bit tighter. And that night, he touched you a little bit harder, thrusting just a little bit deeper into you as if he was claiming you.

Times like these were the reason why you thought he loved you. But then the vicious cycle continued. He would become busier, so immersed with his work that he forgot to love you. You were understanding, beyond understanding. But just because you understood didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt.

It did.

And you could no longer live like this.

You didn’t know how to react when you saw on the internet that the group was seen at the airport today as they are bound to Japan- yet another thing he failed to mention to you. You were currently with your friend, hanging out after work when you saw the news. The look on your face must have been obvious that she snatched your phone away to read.

“You know what you have to do, Y/N. He treats you like you don’t even matter! How hard can messaging you be? It’s like he just wants you around without putting in effort in your relationship. Leave him, girl!”

You couldn’t even defend him because she was right.

The next night, he video called you. You must have been a masochist because you accepted.

“Hi kitten! Jimin’s asking which kimono you want,” he said in his deep voice, the camera showing you Jimin as he held up two Kimonos with different colors. His smile was a welcome reprieved from your dreary days. “Hi my favorite noona! Which do you want more?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at him calling you his favorite. “Why are you buying me Kimono, Jiminnie?”

“It’s a bribe so you won’t ever leave my hyung here,” he joked, unknowingly hitting you where it hurt. He was laughing at Yoongi as he said it. “He was more unbearable when he hadn’t found you yet.”

You lost your smile for a moment before acting as though you were happy. But Yoongi saw you faltered for a second. He wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t unfeeling. He could sensed that something changed, and to be honest it terrified him.

It terrified him what he would do if he lost you…if you ever leave him.

Once you decided what color you wanted, Yoongi came back on the screen. His handsome face never managed to not make your heart skip a beat.

“How’s my kitten? Did you have dinner already?” He asked in his sweet, deep voice.

“You’re in Japan,” you stated the obvious, your voice toneless as you looked at his confused and apologetic expression.

“Yes…I’m sorry I wasn’t able to tell you beforehand. Schedule’s a bit tight this week. I can’t wait to come home to you though, my kitten. I miss you. I love you deeply.”

That night, you didn’t say you loved him back.

You were done with the disrespect, with the disregard, with being an afterthought for him that you decided it would be best to leave while he was abroad. It would be easier for you to not have him around as you packed your things, as you packed the life you thought you would have with him.

With one sorrowful look at the bedroom you shared with him, you wheeled out your luggage out of the room only to found him sitting on the sofa quietly, swirling a glass of whiskey. The living room was dark, saved for the light provided by the lampshade, casting shadow on his face. He was staring at nothing, his form that of a statute from sitting so still. Slowly, so slowly he lifted his eyes to you.

“Going somewhere, kitten?” He asked in his deep voice, his eyes shifting to your luggage before idly returning to you.

“Y-Yoongi, why are you here?” You asked, your voice shaking with shocked and fright.

The side of his lips tilted up, his eyes observing your rigid form before sipping from his drink. He put it on the table with a thud, “I live here. So do you. So I’ll ask again. Where are you going?”

You were stunned by his replies. He shouldn’t be here. This was supposed to be easy. What was he doing here?

“B-but you’re supposed to be in Japan.”

Yoongi stood up, casually walking to you like a hunter would. It would be fitting because you felt like you were a prey as you backed away from him. He smirked, keeping his eyes on you even when you put the kitchen counter in between the two of you.

“I returned because I missed you, honey. Aren’t you happy I’m here now?” The look on his face terrified you, the look on his eyes was dark as though he was both hurt and angered by something, as though he was barely hanging on a thread. “Ahhh,” he pondered in realization. “You’re not happy to see me because you were fucking leaving me.”

“Y-Yoongi, you’re scaring me,” you all but whimpered as you backed away from him further when he came too close, his hand almost grabbing you. He tilted his head when you evaded his touch.

“Why are you running away from me?” He mocked you as he watched you ran back to the living room, putting so much space between the two of you.

He hated it.

Yoongi looked down at the expanse of the floor between him and you with so much disdain, his long black hair covering his face.

“Yoongi, let’s talk when you’re calm, okay?” You whispered in a soothing voice, not wanting to set him off. Yoongi had always been the calm one. He was even mistaken for an emotionless man. But you, of all people, knew that he only expressed his emotions with people he trusted, with people he loved. And you experienced how expressive he was when he was happy, when he was tired, when he was loving. But you were not familiar with how he was when he was angry.

You were terrified as you realized that now might be the time you saw his angry side.

“Why?” He droned, his eyes now focused on your luggage, glaring at it so hard as if he wanted it it disappear. As though he didn’t want to see the obvious evidence of you leaving him.

How could you leave him?

“Why do you want to talk now when you were going to fucking leave me without talking to me?!” He hissed, the veins in his neck protruding as he swiped off your luggage to the side in his haste to get to you.

And this time, you weren’t fast enough.

He had you trapped on the wall, his arms caging you as he looked down at you with sadness and fury in his eyes. “You’re really thinking of leaving me,” he whispered as tears formed in his eyes.

You attempted to push him away, your hands on his chest but he was as still as a stone. Why were you pushing him away, kitten? Didn’t you love him anymore? Wasn’t he attractive anymore?

Were you tired of me?

Was there someone else?

Was that why you were leaving him? You found someone better?

“Yoongi,” you breathed, trying to calm your nerves. You could feel how hard his heart was beating, could feel the emotions rolling off of him. He was shaking, his tears falling from his face as the handsome man looked at you with nothing short of broken. In an attempt to calm him, you slowly, so slowly caressed his face. Tears drenched your hand as he leaned on it, placing kisses on your palm. “Yoongi,” you called him again, wanting his eyes on you so he could understand why you had to do this.

“Yes, my kitten?”

“You don’t love me anymore. Or at least, you don’t love me like before,” you explained further and as kindly as you could.

He looked confused as he looked at your eyes intensely.

“You can’t seriously be surprised, Yoongi…I had to learn you were in Japan through the internet when you were the one I’m in a relationship with.”

“Are.”

What?

“You are in relationship with me. This is not ending. We are never ending.”

“Yoongi, I’m breaking up with you,” you quietly declared, and now that it was out there, you felt light. You felt…like this was right. Which was obviously opposite to what the man was feeling. Yoongi’s face glowered, his eyes burned with determination. His hold on your hand tightened when you attempted to withdraw from him.

How could he let you leave when you were the only sun in his world? When you made him feel?

“No. You’re not breaking up with me. You’re not leaving me. You’re staying with me until the end of time.”

“This is not working! You don’t give me time, you don’t tell me where you are, you don’t even show up-“

“So that’s the problem? That I’m not present? So you just want to be with me, right, kitten? I’m sorry I’ve been distant…” he whispered, his face nuzzling your neck despite your adamant refusal. “From now on, you’ll never be far from me.”

He promised himself you would never leave his sight until you took back the fucking thought that you would break up with him. If you thought breaking up with him was easy, you were in for a treat. If you thought he’d let you go that easily, then you didn’t know him at all.

“You don’t understand!” You yelled at him, feeling frustrated with how he was selectively hearing what you had to say. Your emotions were swelling up that you were able to muster the strength to push him away. You quickly put a lot of distance between the two of you, only able to manage it because he was in a daze.

“Yoongi, you only look for me when you remember me. That’s not love! I love you, but I love myself, too. I’m leaving you.”

His brows furrowed, why were you still insisting you were leaving him? He stared down at you with exasperation in his face, his nostrils flaring. Yoongi’s jaw clenched when he heard you said that you were leaving him.

And then he sprang into action.

You ran to the bedroom which was the closest room to you as you recognized you were in danger. You were about to slam the door to his face when he inserted his booted foot, effectively stopping it from closing. He barged into the room, flicking the lock himself before facing you with his dark face.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re not leaving me, kitten,” he declared, his voice hard before pushing you on the bed. He wasted no time, crawling to you and shoving your thighs apart. He settled in between your legs, avoiding you from closing them as he leaned closer to you.

In this position, you could not be more vulnerable as you were.

Yoongi was mad, yet his touches were soft. His hand caressed your face before kissing you. His kisses were different from before. He was kissing you as though he was starved, as though he was tired of holding back from you. His other hand was lifting your leg, rubbing his engorged erection on your core.

You wished you could say you were unaffected, but you weren’t.

He always knew which button to push, which spot to kiss to make you mindless. And Min Yoongi was using it to his advantage.

His tongue thrusted in your mouth, stroking against your tongue as though he was tasting you. The way he kissed you was unlike the ways you had been kissed before. This time, it felt a lot like claiming you. He was expert in this, you knew this from the start. His sexy, deep moans weakened your refusal that you found yourself pulling him close, your hand on his nape. His whole body was covering yours, his weight completely on top of you as his kisses dragged down to your neck.

He was marking you, latching on the thin skin and suckling like he wanted the whole world to know you were his woman. The way he suckled on your sensitive nipples made you whimpered, your hands on his silky, black hair. But when he went down to your core, breathing hotly on it, suddenly you remembered what you were supposed to do.

With renewed strength, you pulled his hair, stopping him from getting closer to your core. But you should know, you were no matched to a man who almost lost the only woman he ever loved. Yoongi growled, grabbing your wrists away from his hair.

“This is a mistake,” you moaned when he started lapping your core, his sinful tongue pushing past your lips with vigor. Your essence tasted heaven to him. How could you take this away from him, he thought. He could never go without this.

“No,” he growled, the vibration from his voice elating a moan from you. “This is fucking right.”

You tried twisting from him, a sad attempt at standing your ground. “I’m leaving you. Let me go!”

He chuckled, fucking chuckled as if it was hilarious to him. “Why would I let you go, kitten? You’re the one for me. We’re going to get through this.”

In your shocked at his adamant refusal to let you go, you didn’t notice that he stripped of his pants, his cock now bared to you. You always had trouble fitting him in you. He was thick, veins apparent on his cock. Every time you were done making love, you would always have difficulties walking. He fucked you that good.

His cock bobbed up and down as he crawled to you, his lips turning into a smirk as he watched you watched his hardness. His hot breath tickled your neck as he leaned in, his lips on your ear.

“You know why I’m not always with you?”

“Because you’re busy with work-“

He chuckled darkly, his hand completely encasing both your wrist while the other was playing with your clit, encircling it erotically.

“Wrong, kitten. I had to tear myself away from you because if I didn’t, you’d figure out how obsessed I am to you, how needy I am. If you knew, you would run to the hills. But I see now that was a mistake…you almost left me because of that.”

Your heart beat louder when he confessed. You tried twisting your wrists to make him let go of you to no avail. “Why are you telling me this now?”

With an indulgent smile, he placed a soft kiss on your lips. He pushed your knees to your chest, completely baring you to him. “Because you deserve to know how much you are loved by me.” And how he would never let you go.

He grabbed his cock, sliding it between your wet pussy before guiding it to your entrance. You moaned from his ministration, his seduction working. Your body started to betray you, lust attacking your senses.

“You want me, right?”

You moaned when he pinched your nipple, his hard cock teasing your entrance.

“You love me, right? You’re never going to leave me…right?”

And when you moaned yes, he suddenly pushed his cock inside you.

By the end of that night, he made you screamed how much you loved him. And come morning, Yoongi looked at you with adoration, tracing the marks he left on your skin. The heat of your skin calmed him.

It scared him that he was willing to do anything for you.

And now, you would discover who he really was. You would discover a love that was too much, that was suffocating… a love that was his.

#yandere bts #suga x y/n #suga x reader #min yoongi fic #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x y/n #min yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #yandere min yoongi #yandere suga #bts fic

[faintedlcve]

hey babe ! i saw that you take mattheo riddle requests xx i was wondering if you could write a mattheo riddle x reader where reader gets dumped (by whoever you want) and mattheo riddle comforts them? Thanks x

Pretty Crier

Pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, not proof read, fluff (not a warning but wtv)

Best friends to lovers.

The reader is Slytherin. Mattheo calls reader princess (just more natural for him to).

English isn't my first language so there might be mistakes xx

Summary: your boyfriend breaks up with you and mattheo riddle comforts you.

Oh and mattheo and reader have been friends since year 1 so they're like really close.

A/n: thanks for the request xx kinda lost inspo at the end lmao

If you want to request I recommend reading this xx

reblogs are appreciated xx

You knew it would happen. You knew he was going to dump you. You just didn't think it would be so fast. So, of course your shock was justified when your boyfriend broke up with you this morning for no apparent reason. He claimed "he was bored of you" and "found someone more exciting". I mean, if he was going to break up with you, he could atleast give a valid reason.

Tears flooded your eyes as the words hit you like a face slap. You ran down the hallway to the astronomy tower where you knew you'd be alone and bawled your eyes out. Alone. Or atleast you thought you were.

You heard the shuffle of footsteps behind you, wiped your eyes and turned around. And there he was towering you. Mattheo Riddle.

You looked at him with teary eyes.

"What do you want?" I say though my voice doesn't sound the least bit intimidating. Infact it quavered.

"I just want to help you. You could atleast be nice about it." He states, rolling his eyes.

You glare at him.

"I don't want your help." You say obviously lying.

He raises his eyebrow, unamused.

You roll your eyes and acquiesce in his decision. You pat next to yourself gesturing him to sit next to you.

He sits next to you, his back against the pillar like yours. He takes out a cigarette and lights it.

"and here I thought I was the depressed one." You say sarcastically.

"what, you want one princess?" He asks.

You didn't initially intend on saying yes but you do.

He opens his box.

"Shit I'm out." He says. "Here take this one." He hands you his.

"no it's fine." You reply.

"you're right, you're the one that's depressed. Take it. I don't mind. Unless you don't want to for some other reason." Mattheo states.

"i- erm fine. We could share it?" You suggest.

"yeah yeah that's fine!" Mattheo says nervously.

"sorry i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. You can have that one." you blurt out.

"no it's fine don't worry just making sure you aren't uncomfortable." he smiles at you genuinely.

"he actually smiles! Like a genuine one!" You joke trying to liven up the atmosphere.

Mattheo chuckles at that.

"Only for you princess" He replies.

"So erm who made you cry?" Mattheo asks.

"Just some asshole ravenclaw."

"He sounds like a jerk."

"he is."

"What'd he do?"

"he broke up with me. Said I was boring."

Mattheo wears a shocked expression.

"first of all that bitch ravenclaw is probably more boring than any slytherin that ever existed. Second of all, you are not boring. I've known you since year 1 and somehow I am not bored of you. That bitch knew you for two seconds and was already bored. Third of all, red flag red flag red flag." Mattheo exclaimed.

I chuckle.

"oh and did I mention you are beautiful and amazing and that annoying fuck does not deserve you." Mattheo adds.

"thanks." I smile at him trying to hide the tears clouding my sight. A tear rolls down my eyes.

Mattheo reaches out to wipe it away, shortly stopping to make sure he has your consent. When he receives a nod from you in reply, he gently wipes his thumb against your cheek to remove the tear. It shouldn't give you butterflies but it did.

"don't cry princess." Mattheo hugs you and rubs circles in your waist to comfort you.

You breathe in his cologne mixed with the scent of the cigarette you two shared. You relaxed in his hold.

"how long have you been crying?" Mattheo asks like it's a normal question to ask.

"sorry?" You respond.

"you're a pretty crier." He winks at you.

"You haven't been with me one minute and you're already flirting." I tut at him jokingly.

"you don't mind it do you princess?" He asks.

You shake your head.

No you didn't mind it. Of course you didn't.

"you look better when smiling though." He says.

You smile at him.

"trying to impress me huh?" He winks at you.

"what can I say, I guess even I can't resist your charm." You play along.

"don't worry darling, nothing to be ashamed of." He smirks at you.

"don't pride yourself Riddle." You try to humble him.

"hard not to when one of the prettiest girls I know admits to not being able to resist my charm."

"you don't mean that."

"yeah I do."

"prove it."

And he does. His lips crash against yours. His lips are soft. As he pulls away, you smirk at him.

"looks like you can't resist my charm." You say pointedly.

"yeah I guess not. But is that so bad?" He asks.

No. No it wasn't. Infact it was much better than he would've known.

#harry potter imagine #harry potter #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x y/n #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo x you #marcus lopez imagine #deadly class imagine #deadly class #marcus lopez x reader #marcus lopez arguello

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

Okay, so I just read Salvatore and like, I've had this thought in my head for a while now. Kinda hoping for smut? I was thinking of a fan fiction of Leon's birthday. He comes home from the office, most of the lights in the house/apartment are out. There's candles and a birthday cake for him. And since his last name is Kennedy, like JFK, The reader is naked but does what Marilyn Monroe did for JFK'S birthday and sing him happy birthday!

Okay so this request was really fun to write! You just gave me the most plausible excuse to write some more porn, which honestly it's my favorite thing to do. Thank you for the trust and for this amazing idea and request; and I hope you enjoy it ♥

Happy b-day, Agent Kennedy |3.4k

ao3 | masterlist ✦ Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x f! reader ✦ Summary: Its Leon's birthday. He thought you went out for a business trip, when actually, you have a little surprise for him at home. ✦ TW: NSFW MINORS DNI, explicit, f!reader, little to none f! physical appearence descriptions, smut, very much porn, soft dom leon, p in v, unprotected, lots of dirty talk, very pornographic, bit of fluff in the end

Leon was staring at his computer screen with little to no concentration at this point. He had spent the entire day trying to form connections between two clues he received on someone that the government had been sure was working for Umbrella. He sighed in frustration and let his body fall behind in the big chair; squeezed his eyes, he was tired.

So tired, the clock hit 8pm and he was still far from home. So tired he apparently forgot a very essential fact: his very own birthday. 

Realization fell over him when he unblocked his phone screen and checked the last text you’ve sent that day - a big red heart, after a cute “Happy birthday, bae! I’m sorry for not being there with u. Will compensate. x”. He closed his eyes, mindly damning himself for his workaholic behavior, how could he forget about his own birthday? “Must have lost my fucking mind, it’s drinking day.” He muttered to himself, before getting up and starting to pack up.

As much as he wanted you there with him, he was comprehensive to the fact that it wasn’t your choice not to be: you received an emergency call from work that same day earlier, and needed to pick up the first available plane to Seattle. Leon felt like a needy dog: always near you, always with his hands all over you – always checking you out. He didn’t want to look even more desperate about you and grumble about something out of your control, he understood better than anyone that work came first and foremost in situations like that.

He couldn’t help but feel frustrated to know that you wouldn’t be waiting for him when he got home; a box of beer for each, classic rock playing and you – dancing with you. Eating you. His expectations were put down, he would get drunk alone, listen to his songs alone, and probably find some relief in those polaroids of yours he affectionately kept to himself.

He gathered the documents and papers on the case and put it together in his backpack, turned off the lights and went out; let a deep sigh while going to the elevator towards the parking lot to pick up his car and go home.

━ ⟡ ━

Leon held two boxes of beer along with a bag with a few snacks and a tiny cupcake. He gave a little wave to a neighbor with a small, gentle smile on his face as he fit the key into the door lock and spinned it; to his surprise, the door was already open. His eyebrows instinctively frowned, he felt a cold feeling rising through his spine, he got worried. When working with what he worked with, caution became part of your daily routine; he held the bag in one hand and opened the door slowly, his adrenaline running through his veins, he was ready for anything.

There was a tiny source of light lighting up the spacious and cozy apartment living room; the light trembled through the shadows on the walls; candles. They were everywhere, some white, others red. An intoxicating, delicious smell floated through the air – your smell. Your perfume seemed to be deep-rooted everywhere. There was a small homemade cake on the center table, twenty-nine little candles lit up on top of it. 

The agent's alert state disappeared almost instantly, immediate relief swelling his lungs and releasing the most delightful breath of his life, and he couldn't contain the little mischievous smile that formed in the corner of his lips. He took a few steps forward to reach one of the chairs and leave the bags he carried on it, and intended to find you right after. 

Before he could even do anything, at the moment his figure gave a generous space between himself and the door, it shut itself behind him; Leon felt a shiver crawling through his spine, his stomach contracted slightly feeling your soft, naughty hands caressing his belly, raising his shirt up just above his navel, just enough so you could touch his skin under it with ease.

Your arms wrapped him, and your body clung to his back. His mind became white, slave to the sensations that you caused him; he could know by the perfect shape of your breasts against his back, and your spiked and delicious nipples, that you were naked. He felt a scratch coming down through his belly, the heat beginning to appear and burning his skin after every touch; your sharp nails scratched the skin of his chest slowly, those hypnotic movements of yours made him feel the blood flowing through his veins increasingly stronger, warmer, needier.

“Happy birthday to you…” You started to sing, your soft low voice tickled against his ear. You had to stand on the tip of your feet to reach him; one of your hands rose through his chest to his neck, causing him to drop his head back. You left a slow kiss followed by a roaring laugh down against his ear. “Happy birthday, Agent Kennedy... Happy birthday, to you,” you finished, the intonation of your voice seemed to move with every screw inside his head. 

“Full of surprises aren’t you, babe?” He asked in a rough, low voice, seeming like he could hardly control the excitement that at that point was already apparent in his voice. 

Leon closed his eyes with a smile on his face, he licked his lips slowly, already able to feel the resistance of his pants straining against his hardened cock starting to bother him. 

“Only for you. A special birthday deserves a special gift, hm?”

You smiled against his skin as you traced gentle, slow kisses against his jaw, his neck, left a bite there. Your hand squeezed slightly around his neck, your nails briefly crawling onto the skin with some traces of a recently shaved beard. Leon let out a low purr, the desire and tension almost unbearable to him at that point; his hand abruptly grabbed onto your wrist, and held firmly as he turned around himself.

In a matter of seconds, you felt him pulling you closer, his other hand grabbed your waist with desire as he attacked you with a ferocious kiss. You repaid in the same intensity, your arm wrapped around his neck, your hand grabbing the outstanding blonde threads that got messy with the intensity of the movement in your embrace, your body burned - his hand digging your hip, your ass - he tightened his grip heavily, as if he stated - your body was his.

“Want to drive me crazy, don’t you?” He muttered against your skin as he intensified his wet, messy kisses against your jaw and neck. His arm contracted in pure force when he raised you with one hand, causing you to wrap your legs around him in an intimate hug; you sighed in pleasure. That side of his belonged to you, and only you. No one else could provoke him that way, make him that horny and needy with only a touch, only a plead. That one Leon you had taking you, ravishing you right now was the death of you; when he held you tight, squeezed you with so much will, marked your skin with his bare hands.

“I like when you get wild, babe don’t blame me...” you hummed, trying to contain your heavy breath and the panting noises that came out of your mouth. “It’s your fault, I’m such a whore for you.” you smiled mischievous, biting your lip.

One of his hands still held you against him, the other moved to your neck as he moved into the combined kitchen next to the living room room; as his hands climbed over your body around the curve of your hips, he pressed you hard against the kitchen bench. Your back hit the cold surface and his body projected against yours, his weight immobilized you and you couldn’t hold back a soft moan when you started feeling the bulge on his pants pressing against the core between your legs.

“How am I supposed to not think about you all of the time when you’re like this…” he muttered, pressing his restrained cock against you once again. “Grab it.” he ordered, and you did it. Your hand squeezed into his rock hard cock through the thick fabric of his pants, starting to do slow and soft movements; he bite his lip and let out a growl in yearning.

Leon lowered himself, his mouth skillfully descended through your neck leaving a wet trace through your skin, his hand tightened around one of your breasts as if it were his favorite toy; you purred when he increased his grip strength, and breathe out deeply when he let go, the man’s lip suckling one of your nipples, his tongue slowly rolling into your most sensitive skin.

“No, you look at me.” He commanded, and one of his hands abruptly held your face by your jaw and forced you to lock your eyes onto his. He glared at you, lust overflowing from his look. Leon seeked to see your reactions, mindly recording them in his thoughts; to eat you alive, ravish you. One of his hands stimulated your nipple, the other squeezed raw your breast giving his mouth enough space to consume it. “Good...” he praised, as his kisses descended through your stomach, belly, fuck.

“L-Leon... Ah, fuck...” you purred, your body melting in pleasure against his mouth.

You were indecently trying to control your breath, but his slow movements seemed to destroy any part of you that was capable of self-control. Your hips instinctively moved against the volume in his pants, but Leon didn’t seem determined to finish you off quickly. He wanted to take his time with you. 

He pushed your body backwards against the bench, raising your legs around his shoulders; his head found space between your thighs, one of his hands palmed your stomach, pressing it down against the bench while the other tightened against one of your thighs. His tongue parted your folds in a smooth, almost insensitive movement. You felt your breath catching on your throat.

“You wanted that? You seem needy, darling.” he teased, the hand that caressed your thigh being replaced by now a finger movement, his index and middle finger parting your folds steadily leaving your clit even more exposed to him. “So wet this little cunt, aw...” he whispered, suckling you slowly. His body trembled and you frowned in pleasure with his tongue twirling around your clit as he traced slow kisses and slow suckles and velvety kisses against your core, your juices flowing through your thighs mixed with the spittle he was leaving there.

You growled in response, a submissive purr, a proof of your desperate need for him — more, of him. His hand against your belly intensified your sensations and made you squirm under him, your body started to slowly and autonomically move against his, your hip pushing yourself in a thrust against his mouth; you felt your conscience drop further every time he’d moan against you, like he was eating the most delicious meal he ever had in his lifetime.

“You close, aren’t ya?” he muttered with a naughty smile, why did he had to know you so well.

You lied. You were ashamed of how quick you felt you’d come. Tried to push him away from you, vain efforts - he ignored your hand and your push, and started to only push you harder towards your climax. He couldn’t hold his own needs by seeing you squirm ever so willingly onto his hands, that at this point, couldn’t help themselves but to work on his belt in record timing. He unbuckled it, unzipped his combat pants with ease just enough so he could pull down his boxers. His cock bobbled out in a very deserved relief, gleaming wet in desire.

Grabbing tight onto his length, Leon finally started pumping himself in slow, hard movements - masturbating himself to the obscene picture of you spreading your legs wide to him right now; everything about it was enticing to him: your wet cunt, your teary eyes while you were seeming so dumb, trying to hold back your orgasm, take off his control of you. You could hear the low and slicky sound of his movements while he was eating your pussy off with pleasure.

“Stop being foolish, my dummy baby… come for me.” he asked, with a pleading expression. “On my tongue, c’mon…”

“Leon, babe no- s-stop I’m- I can’t hold it longer…” you warned, and you were right - your eyebrows frowned in a painful, pleasured expression; your body started moving against your will stopping you from even trying to get away from his tongue. Your orgasm got you slowly, not on a surprise - like a very slow flowing sensation down your lower belly. You felt your body stopping for once, your feets squeezing themselves while Leon felt the little trembling pulses of your clit against his mouth.

“Delicious,” he whispered, licking off his lips and tasting every little piece of your slick he could possibly have. “You’re delicious.”

Another slow lick of his between your folds made you spasm a bit, you cursed under your breath before he smirked and left your pussy to rest coming up to you, kissing your body along the way, stomach, collar, mouth. He got rid of his shirt in record timing - you could feel his wet cock against your thighs, and so he pulled you out the bench and backed off slightly. The sudden void between your bodies made you whimper in need, but when you interrupted your kiss looking forward to complaining, the image of his got to you like a punch on your lower belly just again.

Shirtless; his pants open only enough so his cock was there, hanging ever so hard, twitching in need, reddened by the desire - pulsating, his arm contracted by the movements he was doing, pumping his length while staring you, drinking you in, licking off your slick from his own lips. 

He took you again, roughly putting you on your back and you couldn’t help but to mischievously smile, a naughty look on your face while your hands palmed the bench surface. His gaze was locked on your small figure under him; like a little bitch of his. A good, little bitch he had all to himself. 

“See how you get me… Fuck, can’t even hold myself, make me look like a teenager all again.” he hummed, feeling your wetness with a hand that palmed your cunt entirely, making you space out your legs. You could feel his tip against your folds now, tracing a path between them - it made you burn, tremble. “You want it? Yeah?” he asked, torturing you, finding it very amusing how your voice would get thinner and thinner, needier and needier.

“Yes, please.” you pleaded, biting your lip already so wet the sole contact of his cock with your core was making a nasty noise.

Leon wanted to make you beg some more; he wanted to, you knew it. He wanted to see you asking, pleading for more so helplessly, but he, himself couldn’t hold back any longer, he craved you. He took a handful of your hair and pulled it to him, making you arch your back just enough for your head to almost touch his chest; you were so drenched you needed no stretching, no preparations and he so knew it when he slowly fit his length onto your cunt. Your walls tightened to the feeling of his cock, the thickness making you let out a little cry in pleasure; he bent his head back, little drops of sweat forming on his head from how hard he was holding himself from not ravishing you restlessly for once.

He purred, and you felt that tip of his poke your insides the moment he fit the whole length; he stood, giving you a couple seconds to get used to this new filling of your empty space. God, how you wish you were filled all of the fucking time.

He kissed your neck, and breath heavy against your ear, none of you being able of forming complete senseful phrases at the moment; his hand was digging onto your waist, his body towering over yours, his weight pressing you even further against the counter you held so tightly into. 

“I want to die like this” he muttered, against your ear. “Inside this tight little cunt of yours”, he took a bite to your ear and before you could formulate a response, he thrust.

You purred even louder, your breath heavy, your mind going empty for a few seconds as he started to pump into you harder, those slow hard movements, your walls clenching hard against him while he was thrusting his hips so hard you felt like you could break anytime.

“Don’t stop-” was all you could say, your voice got caught stuck in your throat, your nails were digging tightly onto the counter wood; you were on your tiptoes so he could reach your entrance, your feets started looking for space as he bent you even further, stepping on top of his. 

He let go of your hair for a moment and pushed you down the counter, his hand pressing your head against the surface. The movements were wild, filled with passion, with fire, lust, chemistry - your sex was the best, you knew it, he knew it. He could barely hold himself together, he turned feral in a matter of seconds. The grunts of his need, your moans of pleasure alltogether. 

“You gonna kill me-” he grunted. “That’s it… That’s it, babe.” his voice was almost mute, you knew he was trying to hold back just as much as you. 

Your legs started to tremble from the effort, from your heavy breathing and from the pleasure that started taking over you once again; 

“Leon-” you moaned just again along with some incoherent sounds, and bite your lower lip, you could barely move yourself right now, he was toying you like a doll, making you his the way he fucking wanted it. He grunted out loud, you felt his hand reach up to your pussy through you body and stimulating over your sensitive and hurting clit - all hopes you had of holding yourself were vain at that moment, you lost the game; couldn’t hold any longer.

Your body squirmed and you let your head fall behind, a long and loud painful moan came out of your mouth, the pain mixed with the pure pleasure, your second orgasm of that day - it was almost too overwhelming for you. 

Leon’s stomach contracted, his muscles showed up, the veins on his arms were jumping from the efforts, sweat dripping off his forehead, his discharge was like a shockwave against his entire body; he shivered, almost unable of holding himself back the moment he pulled out and gave himself only a few pumps, enough so a big load of his cum hit your buttcheek, slowly dripping from your thigh while he tried to hold his breath steady; his head was now against your back and you could feel his breath catching your skin from time to time, while you tried to gain off conscience again.

You closed your eyes, tired and completely satisfied. He kissed your back ever so gently now, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you together standing again, letting your body rest against the counter in some support; after fixing his pants back in place.

“Thank you.” he muttered, digging his face against the curve of your neck, hugging you into a tight and passionate embrace. You smiled a little against his skin. “you tricked me just fine.” he raised his eyebrows.

“I know, right?” you laughed off a little, looking at him - his eyes, then low at his lips before stealing a little kiss. “You brought beer, right? I baked a cake. I’m not sure if it’s edible but it does smell nice.” you raised an eyebrow and he couldn’t hold off a little laugh to your commentary.

“Yeah, I did.” he sighed, not wanting to do anything else but hugging you in that embrace for at least some other hours, or perhaps for the entire night if you’d let him. “I love you.” he muttered, giving you a long affectionate kiss on the cheek; you couldn’t hold back a genuine, little smile.

“In italian.” you asked in a purr, your eyes with a solicit gleam. He brushed your hair with his fingers, before giving in.

“Ti amo.” he smiled, to which you answered a truly loving “I love you too, agent.” 

#leon s kennedy #resident evil fanfiction #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x f!reader #leon kennedy #leon x reader

[frogchiro]

Pierro be worshipping at his wife feet when they’re alone. Doing all cute couple stuffs and some spicy rough bedtime. If he’s a yandere all of this would be x10 which is just 😚.

Warnings : yandere theme, hints of blood and gore, hints of past noncon/dubcon, feeding kink.

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“My dear, can’t use your wrists? It seems I went to hard on you last night. No need to try feeding for yourself, don’t want it to be worse right?” He picked up your spoon which is not even full and re-scoop the stew again and again till he deems it’s an enough amount for you. But that’s scoop can’t fill a child while mouth.

“It’s still hot, I’d hate to see little you burn your tongue.” He said and blowing smokes from the stew. This time you agreed, the foods he make always hot like ironing your tongue especially when he adds spice.

“There we go, open your mouth.” Knowing it’s better to obey, you complied. It’s absolutely delightful and delicious with a bit of bitter iron taste. But that’s fine, it’s better than his bread soup.

“Let’s finish this bowl of stew, shall we?” This morning will drag till almost noon. You’re sure of it.

omg THIS ur so smart nonnie lemme give you a respectful kith, i've been re reading this since yesterday

warnings: yandere themes, dark content, yandere!pierro, possessive/obsessive behavior, mentions of violence/gore (not against reader), dependency, reader is a bit of a ditz, slight infantilisation, implied large age gap but reader is explicitly stated to be an adult!, fem!reader, 17+content, also possible spoilers for pierro's past

OKAY SO, imagine yandere pierro who indeed would worship his little wife, literally worship the ground she walks on, everything you'd ever think of, every little desire will be yours and he'll make sure of it but unfortunately everything comes at a price, a high price

pierro is the definition of the perfect leader, he has all the needed qualities; he's firm and excludes this dominant aura that commands respect wherever he goes, he's cunning and resolute, always knows what to say, when to say and how to say it, and although he's not much of a talker he excludes a type of charisma that draws everyone to him, you saw numerous times how he wields ultimate power and you knew from the first day that the lord harbinger, the jester, wasn't someone you'd wanna have a conflict with

but with all those qualities came also the much darker and apparently not so well hidden desires

pierro is someone who once lost everything, his people, his country and all of that because of arrogance, because there was someone smarter, stronger, wiser than him, because they didn't fucking listen and where did that lead his king and countrymen? to a bloody massacre and a lost kingdom

now he makes sure that you listen to every single word that drips from him mouth, in his mind he doesn't do anything wrong and can you really blame him? he just wants to protect you from all evil, you're the light of his life, the only good thing that's left in this sorry excuse of a world so he has the natural urge to protect

and it really helps him that you're still so naive, so young; sure you're an adult, but compared to him you've seen nothing, you know nothing about the cruelties of the world, the archons who dare to proclaim themselves to be gods

pierro loves it when you cling onto his broad scarred chest while you're both naked in bed as he tells you yet another story of his many glorious victories in battle, of every opponent he ruthlessly slaughtered, the little gasps you let out as the strong arm he has around you slides from your shoulder you the dip of your waist and lets his claws caress the skin there as he grins lightly, sharp canines glinting in the light of the fireplace at the little mewl you let out when he tells you to pay close attention to what he's saying, his hand slipping lower under the thick fur you're under

also he can't let you step out of line right? so he loves to gently remind you, the short albeit sharp talons digging into your delicate little face, that without him you'd still be stuck in that little hovel you called your home, cramped in one tiny house with your dirt-poor family in the shitty little backwater village where he picked you up from on one of his campaigns

he almost feels bad when your beautiful big eyes fill with crystal tears which quickly fall down in thin rivulets down your cheeks as you solemnly nod your head, a tiny 'yes i understand sir' falls from your trembling lips and it's then when his ice-cold heart breaks a little, he hates seeing you cry outside of the tears of pleasure while he's making love to you but this needs to be done, he has to make sure you understand that you're simply not strong enough to survive in the harsh world outside the palace, his tiny lovely wife

so he's quick to wipe off your tears and bring your face, this time gently, closer to his where he lays a chaste but loving kiss on your full lips and delicately touches his forehead to yours before he speaks in a deep hushed voice;

'i know darling, i'm so sorry but you have to understand, you're all i have and i can't loose you to man, beast or god. come with me love, it's late already so let's go to bed so i can properly apologise'

pierro rumbled and when he saw the wide, doe-eyed look in your eyes and the shy little smile that graced your lips he knew he had you right where he wanted to

after all, it's all for the best for you~

#ugh i love him #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fatui #fatui x reader #pierro x reader #yandere pierro #yandere genshin

[ladydorian05]

Fuck it weekend because this is a whole fic

BI BUCK IS CANON!!!!!!

I started writing this fic before the episode aired. This was inpired by this post.

I don't know what this is, but it's the first thing I've written in a while so, hope you like whatever this is.

Big shout out to @made-ofmemories for beta reading and helping me write some parts of this.

Also, special thanks to @wikiangela @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @hippolotamus @your-catfish-friend @theotherbuckley @exhuastedpigeon @wildlife4life @pirrusstuff @neverevan @giddyupbuck @bidisasterbuckdiaz @jesuisici33 for still tagging me in the weekly wip games even if I haven't been that active in a while (also, consider this your no pressure tag❤)❤❤ (and I'm sorry if I'm missing people I lost the list of people that used to tag me) I hope This will be my come back to writing.

Eddie's UNO Reverse

AO3

Summary:

“You know, he’s different, not only because he’d be the first man I’d try to date in, let’s just say a while. Spending time with him feels good. Like-” Eddie pauses, purses his lips the way he does when he’s thinking about something and then he says it. “Like he sees me.”

And just how the fuck is Buck supposed to take that? Here’s Eddie, literally contemplating a future with a man he just met, a complete stranger, and saying all of this to Buck’s face!? He’s really going to consider a stranger over the person who has known him for years, to the person who can basically read his mind with just a look! To the man who actually sees him because he’s known him for the better part of half a decade and now that he can be honest to himself, the man who’s been helping him raise the most amazing kid in the world!?

He hasn’t been hyping himself up to ask Eddie out on a date for weeks just for a stranger to come waltzing in and steal his partner right in front of him. Not again.

Or the one where Eddie speaks with Buck about Tommy the same way Buck talked about Natalia. And Buck doesn't take it well.

Word count: 3k something

Tags: Jealousy, Eddie's pettyness backfires (in the best way possible), getting together. It gets a bit spicy.

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“I didn't expect to get along with Tommy so well, he's been nice.” Eddie comments as he lets his duffle bag drop to the floor next to the door.

“Yeah, he seems like a cool guy.” Buck follows him inside, he leaves his own bag next to Eddie’s and makes his way to the open space that makes up the kitchen area of his loft. He watches as Eddie opens the fridge and grabs two beers.

They just came back from the basketball court, they invited Tommy to hang out with them once things settled down after the cruise rescue. They all promised to make an effort to hang out more, and apparently Hen and Chim’s old teammate made a good impression on Eddie.

”We made plans to go to next week’s baseball game, said he had an extra ticket.” Eddie passes him his beer, their fingers brushing.

“Really?” Buck takes a long sip of his beer, hoping that he sounded normal and not upset. It was his idea to invite Tommy to their regular basketball hang out in the first place. He wanted him to feel included, to let him know that they appreciated that he placed his career on the line to help them get to Bobby and Athena. And well, even if he’s no longer with the 118 he should still be considered a friend, family. He just never considered that he’d be the one feeling left out.

He might not be a big baseball fan but they could have asked even if just to not be rude.

“You know, I might just try something with him,” Eddie says, far too casual. Buck chokes on his beer, thumping his fist against his chest twice before he regains his composure. “It’s been almost a month since Marisol and I broke up, so might as well.”

“What?” Buck croaks, carbonation from the beer still burning at the back of his throat.

“I mean, we have a lot in common. He says he’s good with kids, has been in the army, he’s a widower like me, he likes sports, has a good sense of humor, since he was a firefighter and now a rescue pilot he most definitely won’t have a problem with my crazy work schedule. Plus he’s nice as we previously stated and he’s not bad looking.”

“I guess.” The fact that Eddie is considering dating a man doesn’t come out of nowhere, they’ve had more than one conversation on their interests and on Eddie’s part on how he’s never felt like he could act upon those feelings or even mention that he’s interested in men before. The wonders of going to therapy.

Still, this is the first time he ever mentioned wanting to go on a date with a guy. With Tommy. He’d say yes, of course he would. Who wouldn't say yes to Eddie!

“You know, he’s different, not only because he’d be the first man I’d try to date in, let’s just say a while. Spending time with him feels good. Like-” Eddie pauses, purses his lips the way he does when he’s thinking about something and then he says it. “Like he sees me.”

And just how the fuck is Buck supposed to take that? Here’s Eddie, literally contemplating a future with a man he just met, a complete stranger, and saying all of this to Buck’s face!? He’s really going to consider a stranger over the person who has known him for years, to the person who can basically read his mind with just a look! To the man who actually sees him because he’s known him for the better part of half a decade and now that he can be honest to himself, the man who’s been helping him raise the most amazing kid in the world!?

He hasn’t been hyping himself up to ask Eddie out on a date for weeks just for a stranger to come waltzing in and steal his partner right in front of him. Not again.

“What do you mean he sees you?” Buck asks, placing his beer on the counter.

“You know, like he understands the struggles and sees beyond what I let people see.” Buck sees him shrug his shoulders as if what he just said is the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, any other person that's not close to me.”

”Eddie, you’re sounding crazy right now.” 

“What? Why?” Eddie asks. 

“Why? You’re really asking why?” He raises his eyebrows incredulously at his best friend.

“Yeah, you just agreed that he’s a nice guy.” Buck watches as Eddie also leaves his beer on the side and crosses his arms in front of him.

“But you just met him.”

“Yeah, but there's the fact that we almost died together in that hurricane and he also risked his job to help us rescue our friends, that says a lot about him. To me it says he’s loyal.”

“There were 3 other people on that chopper that almost died with you and that you’ve known for years.” Buck takes a few steps away from the counter and starts pacing as he speaks, he needs to move or else he’s going to, to… Okay he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he doesn’t move but he needs to just not stay still. “How can you say that someone who you’ve met twice and only really spoken with once ‘sees you’?”

Why does this whole situation feels familiar? It’s like a deja vu. Like Buck’s heard something similar before, like he's had this same conversation in the past but different.

And then it hits him.

He’s taken back to a couple of months ago, when they were standing at a graveyard.

‘There's something... different about her. I-I feel like she sees me. You know? Like she-she really sees me for who I am and what I've been through.’

Oh.

OH.

He said the same thing about Natalia after just one coffee date. And Eddie, Eddie just listened to him, he let him speak and didn’t question his reasoning. However wrong it turned out to be.

And here he was, criticizing his choice to find happiness, ready to try and live his life without caring what anyone may think of him for dating another man.

All because he's jealous, because the man in question isn't him.

Shit.

“Oh my god, oh my god, Eddie. I’m an idiot, I’m such a hypocritical idiot! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Wait what? Buck-”

“No, no, I am. I said the exact same thing to you about Natalia months ago and you just listened to me and-and supported me.” He stood still for a moment once the realization hit him, but now he was back to pacing.

“Buck.”

“You didn't question me like I was doing a moment ago. It doesn't matter that my relationship didn't go anywhere, because that's just me, forever cursed to fuck up and act on impulse. But it doesn't mean it'll be the same for you, if you say he sees you, he sees you, that's fine I believe you.” He knew he was doing that thing when he talks and gestures with his hands that most of his teachers used to find kind of annoying, but he just could never control it. Even less so now that he’s sure Eddie must think he’s a horrible friend for not being happy that he’s putting himself out there trying to find a romantic partner.

And he really is such a horrible friend, he should be putting his feelings aside and encouraging Eddie to look for happiness. He must do that, he’ll fix it, from this moment on he’ll be all in.

“Buck.”

“I'll support you, even if it kills me inside I’ll deal with it. I’ll be your wingman. My jealousy is my problem. I want you to be happy even if it’s not with me, even if I stay your friend and nothing more for the rest of my life I’ll learn to deal with my feelings I swear, Eddie. And-”

“Evan!” The use of his name and the weight of Eddie’s hands on his shoulders stops him abruptly from continuing his pacing. “Hold on, I'm the one that should be apologizing.”

“No, why? I was the one being-” 

“Evan, I’m sorry. I- I said that on purpose to mess with you a little, I didn’t think it’d upset you this much. I’m so sorry, it was such a stupid and petty thing to say I just,” Eddie sighs, “You actually just voiced just about everything that went on in my head when you said that about Natalia, with the exception of you using nicer words than I would have, had I voiced my thoughts back then.”

“You- back when- what?” He feels Eddie’s hands leaving his shoulders, missing his touch for the few seconds it takes for them to move to his face.

“Okay, Buck. I need you to listen closely, I do like Tommy, he seems great and when I got invited to the baseball game I did consider trying to have something with him. That was before, before I learned that you were jealous, that maybe I could have a chance, because he’s no Evan Buckley.”

“But if- you were jealous back then, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Well, it had been a while since you told me you were Bi and I told you that I’m also into men even if I don’t really like labels. When our relationship stayed the same after that and when you started dating Natalia I just thought that maybe you didn’t feel the same way or weren’t into me like that. And so I- I invited Marisol on a date.”

“You’re kidding, right? Shit, Eddie. We’re both a pair of idiots.” Buck huffs in exasperation. “I tried to make it work with Natalia for the exact same reason.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck.” They stare at each other for a moment, processing all that has been said in the last fifteen or so minutes, before bursting into laughter. “So, we could have been dating since last year?”

“Guess we’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for then.” Eddie smirks and Buck becomes very suddenly aware of just how close they are. One of Eddie’s hands has moved to cup the back of his neck, fingertips brushing against the soft hairs at the nape, the other has started to trail down Buck’s arm. All he’d have to do is tilt his head just a little bit.

Eddie beats him to it.

The kiss is chaste, barely more than the press of Eddie’s lips against his own before they pull away again. 

“Sorry, I just- and you-” Buck worries at his bottom lip, tasting the bitter malt of Eddie’s preferred beer brand that lingers there as his best friend fumbles with his words. “You have no idea for how long I've wanted to do that.”

“I can guess.” Buck whispers before capturing Eddie's lips again. in a deeper kiss. Having no more reasons to restrain himself he pours all of him into the kiss.

It's messy and kind of uncoordinated but so good. He's not sure  who deepens the kiss first or when it happens, but figuring out the details is not high on his list of priorities when Eddie is licking into his mouth like a man starved. It's messy and uncoordinated, teeth colliding when Buck tries to suck Eddie's bottom lip between his own with a little too much enthusiasm and Eddie returns it by smiling into it, but it's perfect. And Buck wants more. His hands wander, leaving their anchor on Eddie's waist in his mission to map out every dip and ridge of his body, keen to touch everywhere he can in a way he's never been able to before.

Buck leans down a bit until he can get his hands on the back of Eddie's thighs and lifts him up, his legs immediately going around his waist most likely on instinct, he takes a few steps until he reaches the counter behind Eddie and places him there.

“Oh shit.” Eddie pants, breaking the kiss. Buck takes the opportunity to lavish his neck with kisses.

“Buck.” He moans as Buck sucks on a spot just below Eddie's ear. “Hold on, Buck. We're going too fast.”

He stops immediately, he would never do anything or go further than what his partner would allow. Even back in his wilder years, he prided himself in always making sure his advances were wanted.

“Sorry, sorry. You're right. Too fast.” He takes a deep breath and lets his forehead rest on Eddie’s left shoulder as Eddie cards his right hand through his product free blonde curls. Eddie taps his back twice, it’s all the indication he needs to understand that Eddie wants to get down from the counter. Buck takes a step back to give him just enough space for that, not wanting to actually leave too much space between them. He really wants to stay as close to him as possible right now.

Once Eddie’s feet are back on the ground they stay still for a moment, their foreheads resting against each other.

“Just for the record,” Buck says, breaking the peaceful silence between them, “I love you. I’m in love with you.”

His words are rewarded with Eddie’s blinding smile, the big unrestrained one he’s only seen when they’re either alone or when they’re with Chris. That one smile that reaches his eyes and lights up his whole face. He loves that smile, he loves everything Eddie.

“Then, just for the record.” Eddie chuckles. “I love you too, Evan.” He can’t help but lean in and capture Eddie’s lips with his own again. His hands that were previously on Eddie’s hips, playing with his belt hoops, pull him by them so that they can be as close as humanly possible while still being clothed.

Eddie is sucking Buck’s tongue into his mouth and god damn it if they don’t stop right now he’ll have to take the longest cold shower known in history. The fact that he can actually feel Eddie’s hardness against his own doesn’t help at all.

“Slow.” He manages to break the kiss with a wet pop. “We agreed on going slow.” He knows he sounds wrecked and so out of breath and really, if they hadn't agreed to take their time he’d already be guiding Eddie towards the stairs to his bed.

They take a moment to get their breathing back to normal.

“Yeah, you’re right, we’ll go the pace we feel like going.” Buck gives him a questioning look at that. “Hey, I reconsidered and slow is for people that need to know each other, to figure out if they’ll work out. I’m completely sure we don’t really need all that time. We’ve been partners for years, we were just missing the kissing part and… the other stuff too.” Eddie says that last part at the same time as his hands trail down the panes of Buck’s back to land on his ass.

“We’re going to be so bad at slow.” Buck groans.

“I know.” Eddie snorts. “We did transition from enemies to friends in the span of one shift.”

“Alright, alright. Are you hungry?” Buck watches as Eddie gives him a once over and he already knows that whatever Eddie is about to say is going to make the situation going on in his pants worse.

“Starving,” the little shithead has the gall to smirk. “But I can go for a pizza or chinese.”

“Jesus, Eddie.” He pushes away from his laughing… boyfriend? Okay, mental reminder to talk about relationship labels later. “You’re killing me. Just for that, you’re stuck ordering our food, meanwhile I’m going to take a shower.”

He starts making his way up to his loft to grab comfortable clothes to change into after his shower.

“Leave some of that cold water for me, babe!” Eddie calls from the kitchen, his voice laced with mirth.

“Shut up! And that’s not how it works, that’s for hot water not cold! You can’t run out of cold water!” He knows he completely failed to sound annoyed, he’s just too happy to be anything but elated at the turn of events.

He confessed to Eddie, he told him that he loves him and Eddie said it back. He’ll be walking on cloud 9 for the rest of the month. Hell maybe even for the rest of his life.

After dinner and with Christopher spending the night at a friend’s house, Eddie decides to stay for the night and it’s only after they’re both tucked into bed that Buck remembers the catalyst of the night’s events. 

“Eddie?” He gets a noncommittal humm in response. “What about your date?” 

“What date?” This time Eddie does answer sounding so sleepy and confused.

“Your date with Tommy.” Did he forget? He gets that a lot of things just happened tonight but to completely forget what started it all?

“Oh yeah, about that, it was never really a date, I did say he invited me, but I never said it’d be just the two of us. Chim is coming too.”

What. Did. He. Just. Say.

It wasn’t a date!?

“Don’t you think you should have started with that!?” 

“Sorry, love. Think about it this way, if I had mentioned that Chim was also invited, we wouldn’t be here now. Who knows how many years it would have taken for us to finally get together.”

“Then why didn’t you guys invite me?” His bottom lip just out in what is definitely not a pout and the rough pad of Eddie's thumb traces over it.

“Buck you don’t like Baseball, you’d be fast asleep during the first inning.”

“Still, you could have asked.”

“Next time. I promise,” Eddie says, his hand has moved, no longer tracing the plump line of Buck's lower lip but now trailing a lazy line down one of Buck's arms under the covers. 

“Are you still going?”

“I plan to. It’s a free ticket after all.” Eddie shrugs one shoulder and Buck takes the momentary pause in Eddie's movement as an opportunity to lace their fingers together. “But before that, I plan on taking you out for dinner this weekend. Would you like that?”

“I’d love that.”

“Alright, then it’s a date.” The end of Eddie's sentence is slurred with sleep, his eyes already closed. 

Buck gives Eddie's hand a squeeze, their fingers still interlocked and watches the corner of Eddie's lip quirk up in the ghost of a smile before he lets his eyes slip closed, mind filled with thoughts of their date. Buck can’t wait.

#Fic: Eddie's UNO Reverse #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 abc #inspired by the promos for s7 ep 4 #Bisexual Buck!!!!! #ladydorian writes #my fic

[mister-christmas]

hello guy who acts like a 12yr old who just discovered reddit and atheism and thinks he's hot shit. You have two choices before you: 1 Become a normal, well adjusted human being 2 keep shitting your fucking pants screaming "HERESY!! BURN THE HERETIC!! GET ME THE HEAVY FLAMER!!" whenever you see other people minding their business and enjoying the same hobby as you

Alas. Did you know warhammer 40k originally intended the Empire of Man, and all it's silly "muh human superiority all xenos must die" to be a satire? That aspect, of course, has sort of lost a lot of it's value over the years, due to the ludicrous amount of writers that the franchise has had over the years, but it is still rather apparent. I mean take a look at the ordo chronos wars, with people getting executed because getting the date wrong is heresy. Or take a look at, fuck, i don't know - the Thunder Warriors, who were all killed by the Emperor of Man because they 'outlived their usefulness'. Did you know that before he began the holocaust, Hitler ordered the deaths of mentally and physically disabled Germans? Many of whom were veterans of the first world war, whom he was supposedly aiming to avenge in his campaign of 'retribution' and bringing the Reich back to it's former glory. Eugenics, as the idea that 'genetically imperfect' humans don't deserve to live (note: the first human right is the right to live, ya doofus. Yes even awulf, wretched wastes of air like pedophiles and rapists have this right, as it is unalienable. It is also there so that people falsely accused of rape do not immediately get killed for a crime they did not commit) is called nowadays, was also surprisingly popular in the USA before and during the war. The shining bastion of democracy and justice lobotomized people it found too hard to deal with so that they would become easier to manage. It also banned interracial marriage. Something I also found curious, did you know that antifa means antifascist? Sorry to break it to you bud, but if you're antiantifascist you stand with the fascist. And if you are, sincerely, a fascist then i hope you do like Hitler and shoot yourself in the head <3

Man, you wrote an entire essay and managed to say nothing of value. But I've got time to kill so let's go through this.

It's interesting you think I, a Christian man, act like a reddit atheist

"Burn the heretic" is a meme, you clod. It's a joke. And when people are minding their own damn business I don't care about their little nonsense headcannons. But quite often they want to change the whole hobby to suite them.

Of course the Imperium is evil! It's fucking called the Imperium! Every faction in 40k is evil, that's the point! It's grimdark! It invented grimdark!

I see we're just completely going off the reservation today. No shit nazis, eugenics, lobotomization, and racism are bad. Is there a point to your ramblings?

Ah, well that makes the rest of this meandering tirade make a little more sense. You're stupid enough to think antifa has a monopoly on being against fascism. I can disdain both fascists and antifa. Being the enemy of my enemy doesn't make them my friend. Moreover just because they call themselves antifa doesn't mean they're actually fighting fascism or doing anything worthwhile.

[meetmyothersouls]

Back to u 4 tonight ?

I have worked my ass off on this so I really hope you guys love it!

Back To You

Jonah Hauer-King x reader

Warnings: memory loss, being drunk, throwing up, not proof read

Chapter 4

Jonah's POV

I sit in the library, leaning against my desk. I'm lost in thought, many of them. One of which is the information Jorge just threw at me. I scoff out loud even though no one is around to hear it. The idea of him taking y/n from me is so disgusting to me, it makes me sick to my stomach. I let him walk away unscathed only because I don't want y/n's new opinion of me to turn into a negative one.

Y/n. Then my thoughts go to her. I'm suddenly overwhelmed with a mixture of sadness, longing and love for her. I want our old life back so badly it hurts. I look around the library. It was her favorite room. One, because of all the books. I used to joke that she loved the books in this room more than me. Two, because of all the times we made love in here. I believe there's not one surface left untouched by-

A soft tap on the door brings me out of my daydream. I stand up straight, no longer leaning on my desk. It's Haven.

"Sorry, I was just looking for y/n."

"She's not with you?" I ask, immediately worried.

"No...I thought she was with you."

"Shit," I mutter under my breath. "Well, she's gotta be somewhere in the house. She doesn't know how to get anywhere else," I say, mostly to calm myself down.

Haven and I make our way down the hall, she's not too familiar with the layout of our house either, so she checks the downstairs amongst the guests Val invited, while I check the other two floors of our house. I wait and save my panic for when I'm totally out of sight. I check her room first, then the nursery; the two rooms I know y/n has seen with her own eyes. When those turn up empty, I scour the rest of the house. By the end of my search, I'm flying down the stairs and practically knock Haven over when I reach the bottom floor.

"No luck?" I ask breathless.

"No, but someone mentioned they saw her heading out with Val. Any thoughts on where they could be?"

I groan out loud, "I have an idea or two."

Y/n's POV

I'm downing my fifth shot, Val, Jorge, and several other people I don't know are chanting my name. I've never been much of a drinker, but according to Val, her and I go out and have drinks all the time. She shows me my favorite shots and drinks that we used to get together all the time and, to my surprise, I really like them. I apparently, lean towards the fruity ones with pineapple and strawberry purees. The shots are very bitter and nasty, but they burn going down which I kind of like.

"Okayyyy," I half yell/half slur. "Okay! I think I'm done."

Jorge and Val are talking, deep in conversation with one another and all of a sudden everyone is way too fucking close to me. The room is spinning and my heart is racing. It's too hot, my clothes are too tight, and I'm in England. I run out of the pub and the cool, now almost evening air hits me.

"I'mjustgonnagoonawalk," I call out to Val as the door to the pub swings shut. I wave to her as I turn the corner. I have no idea where I'm going and it's clear to me in my mind, but it doesn't stop me from walking on. The last...how many days has it been? Has been a whirlwind of emotions and information. I'm married, I was pregnant, I live in England and write for an apparently very prestigious magazine according to Val. For some reason the married thing and the pregnant thing have me laughing. I poke at my stomach. It's a little flabby and the tiniest bit sore, it's evident that something was there. That's when I notice that I'm not even wearing a wedding ring. I immediately feel kind of bad because of it. Jonah really is a nice guy and he clearly cares about me. And...I mean...he's very easy on the eyes. He's got the prettiest slightly curly hair, the bluest eyes I've ever seen. His skin is like this permanent sun kissed color that just occurs naturally. I start to wonder what his hands would feel like on my body and I'm reminded about how he grabbed the small of my back on the stairs today. I giggle out loud and have to grab a streetlamp post to steady myself. I look up and I laugh even harder, because I see him walking right toward me. I point to him and wave. Then he sees me, and he starts running. I'm almost on my knees by the time he gets to me. Jonah grabs me and pulls me against him.

"Thank god," he says breathlessly.

"You are real!" I giggle.

"What?"

"Wot?" I imitate his adorable British accent.

"My god, y/n are you drunk?!"

"Yes, Jonah, it appears thatIam. Val and Jorge introduced me to some verygood drinks."

"Jorge?"

"Mhmm. Jorge." I start to walk and Jonah follows. I feel a bit better about walking now, since he at least knows where we're going.

"He didn't...try anything did he?"

"Pffft."

"Y/n, I'm serious."

"Me too. I wouldn't have let him anyway. You're way hotter than he is." I'm a few steps ahead of him and I start to cross the street.

"Whoa!" Jonah yells as he pulls my wrist. My back is against him now and I'm very aware of how his body feels pressed up against mine. I make an effort to press harder against him, and if he notices he doesn't let on, but I wish he did. "Y/n, you can't just walk into oncoming traffic, Darling."

"Darling?" I look up at him, but he's looking forward, his eyes focused on the crosswalk, but he's got the slightest smile on his face.

Jonah's hand is resting on my lower abdomen, holding me protectively. It gives me a flutter in my stomach that I'd normally try to push away, but don't have the mental capacity to right now. He waits for the cross walk to change and when it does, he moves his hand. That's when I grab it and run across the street. We bump into a couple that's walking our direction and I accidentally knock the woman's coffee out of her hands.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry!" Jonah calls over his shoulder as I pull him along.

I'm doubled over in laughter as we make it to the sidewalk while Jonah stands next to me, his hands on his hips in disbelief. His mouth hangs open adorably, as he looks at me like he's seeing me for the first time. Then he's laughing. Hard. It's the happiest I've seen him look since I woke up in that hospital room a few weeks ago.

"You're really a piece of work, you know that?" Jonah says.

"Oooooh, is that a park? Come on!" I take off again, dodging couples and dog walkers and people on mopeds and bikes. Then, I'm on grass it's slightly damp and I feel it through my canvas shoes. It reminds me of the parks in New York. In the distance there's a pond with a fountain in the middle and several swans swimming against a sunset. It looks like a painting.

Jonah finally catches up, his hands on his knees as he catches his breath. "Where is everyone?" I ask.

"Huh?"

"There's not a lot of people here."

"Ah, yes. They're all at home, most likely."

I'm so focused on the scenery in front of me I don't even look at Jonah. "But it's so beautiful."

"Yes. You are."

"What?"

Jonah's staring right at me when I whip my head around. He clears his throat and looks off into the distance. "Yes it is. You know it's funny you came here."

"Why's that?"

"Well," Jonah says, as he begins to walk, "this is where you like to come when you need inspiration for writing. Sometimes I'll find you here laid out on a blanket with a book or a laptop. One time, ahh maybe two years ago, I couldn't find you anywhere. You left your cell at home, I checked every bookstore in London and you were nowhere to be found. I was about to call the police, when I drove past the park and saw a tiiiiny figure way out in the middle of the field."

"Was it me?"

"Mhm. It was. You came out here to read and guess what you did?"

"What?"

"You fell asleep!"

"No way!"

"Yes! You had me worried sick," Jonah laughs. He's still looking out into the distance like he can see the memory in the skyline. And suddenly I feel terrible. I feel dizzy and lightheaded and sick to my stomach. Maybe it's all the alcohol or maybe it's because he clearly loves me so much and I can't recall all those feelings myself.

"You okay?" Jonah asks when he finally looks at me.

"Y-yeah, just need to sit down."

Jonah grabs my hand and leads me to one of the park benches. We sit down and my nausea calms down slightly.

"Jonah?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry." I turn to face him and my breath hitches in my throat. His face is close to mine, much like when we were on the staircase today. He's so beautiful up close I just want to touch his face.

"What for?" Jonah whispers.

"For not being what I was before."

"You're still my y/n, memories or not. You're mine and I'm yours."

"But...but how could you still like me the same knowing I don't have the memories you do or..."

"Y/n, you are my wife. I love you. I'm sorry if that overwhelms you. You don't have to say it. I know you don't love me. Why would you? You don't know me. But I've got a month to make you fall in love with me again and I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen. And even if you never love me again," he swallows hard, and I can feel his breath on my lips as he sighs. His face is so close to mine. He licks his lips and I can't help but lean in. I press my lips against his. He kisses me back softly then pulls away, just as I expect him to.

"Y/n, I'm sorry I just...I want you to be in the right state of mind before I kiss you and-"

Jonah doesn't finish his sentence before I'm throwing up on the ground in front of us.

"Your shoes!"

"It's okay, don't worry about them," Jonah says as he's pulling my hair back. I throw up again and again until my vision goes out and I lose everything around me.

I wake up and it's daylight, but it must be early. I'm wearing new clothes, which is just and oversized t-shirt, and my shoes are off. I'm in the same bed that I slept in the night before. The room is filled with that early morning bluish hue. It's making the room feel cozy and soft and cool.

I sit up in the bed, still no memories...other than kissing Jonah, him rejecting me and then throwing up all over his shoes. I groan and run my hand down my face just as the bathroom door opens and Jonah walks out wearing only a towel around his waist, his hair and body are wet from the shower he must have just taken.

And suddenly I'm filled with even more regret than before.

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LIVING AFTER MIDNIGHT . COPIA

Pairing: SoftDom!Copia x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Every Sister of Sin is deserving of Papa Emeritus IV's attention and he wants to make sure you aren't left out. Or the one where our dear Papa watches you masturbate and has some fun *wink wink*.

Word count: 4.5k

Notes: This is a repost since I moved from my old to a new blog! I've said it all before! Keep in mind that English isn't my first language. Sorry in advance for any mistakes. Enjoy!

Warnings: Strictly 18+, I don’t want minors interacting with this post! You'll be blocked if you do so! Masturbation, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, swearing.

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Out the corner of your eyes, you observed Copia politely bidding Mr. Saltarian and one of his guests farewell. He sat on a lounge chair at the opposite side of the room, and three Sisters of Sin surrounded him as though a pack of wolves surrounded a deer. You wished you were one of your sisters. Wished you were less shy. Less insecure. More remarkable. Copia probably had no idea who you were. And you had accepted the fact that you were invisible. Not only to him, but, apparently, to the Ministry either since your request to accompany Copia, the Ghouls and your sisters on the Re-Imperatour had been ignored. Not even denied. Ignored.

Your stomach churned with desire for him. Since Copia stepped on that improvised stage for the IMPERA Release Ritual. Since, in fact, you had become a Sister of Sin. But you had managed to bottle that desire up. Initially, you had attempted to drown it. Wash it out from your body. Rip it off from your skin. But it was useless. So you got used to it, poisoning your bloodstream and clouding your mind, during masses, during meetings, during any occasion in which Copia was present. And you would return to the dormitory you shared with three other sisters, frustrated, and masturbate to the thought of him. Your fingers did their job, of course, but… Frustration always lurked around the corner. You wanted his fingers. His mouth, his cock. Him. You wanted him to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you. To do whatever he wished with you.

Even though the dizziness caused by the alcohol had started to wear off, the mixture, in your bloodstream, of alcohol and desire was definitely a terrible idea. You felt annoyingly powerless. Control slipped through your fingers like sand. And fast. Your eyes kept involuntarily wandering to Copia. So much that it was starting to become obvious. And ridiculous.

Loud laughter erupted from the group playing cards, and your attention snapped back to them. The man who had lost the round was already shirtless. You desperately studied the faces surrounding you. Apparently, no one had noticed you drooling for Copia.

Or so you thought.

You grumpily finished the glass of wine in front of you, mad at yourself for being so shy, so insecure. So stupid. A frown contorted your features when you pushed your body up from the armchair. Your eyes wandered to Copia again. Your sisters pampered him with glasses of wine and champagne, grapes and peaches, and kisses and caresses. You envied them to the bone.

“Are you leaving already, sister?”

“Too much wine,” you explained as you showed her the empty glass on the coffee table.

On your way out, it was impossible not to see Copia and your sisters. After all, they were in your field of view, and, once again, frustration consumed your body like fire consumed firewood. Hungrily, greedily, urgently.

You descended the steps that would lead you from the Great Hall to the vast corridor in which the IMPERA Release Ritual had happened. It was eerily quiet compared to the Great Hall. The buzz of laughter and conversation echoed around the vast corridor of the Ministry.

As you closed the door of your dormitory, you loudly exhaled. None of the sisters with whom you shared the dormitory had returned from the after party yet. The table lamp on the console table by the door dimly lit the room. You turned it off, relishing in the darkness, the loneliness, the quietness. You lazily slipped your coif, your habit and your bra off your body, abandoning them on the floor by your bed. Then, you collapsed against the mattress solely on your panties, a huff escaping from your lips, and shut your eyes. The image of Copia surrounded by your sisters had been engraved on your eyelids.

You rolled to your side and pulled the shirt you had been wearing to bed from under your pillow. After you slipped the shirt on, you pulled the sheets over your body, determined to, again, fuck frustration out of your bloodstream. You automatically slid your fingers inside your panties. Your cunt was rather dry, so you mixed your insufficient lubrication juices with your saliva. All you wanted was the hazy sensation that filled your mind after an orgasm, and you chased it. Quickly and silently. Not a single sound escaped from your lips, and your body convulsed in pleasure when you fell over the precipice. Your fingers were still wet when you fell asleep in a rather uncomfortable position.

You followed the same script every time. Masturbating had become a task, something you had to tick off the “To Do” list of the day when Copia filled your mind and frustration filled your bloodstream, rather than a self-care moment. There were no steaming baths, no burning candles, no evaporating scents. Nothing. Only fingers that hurriedly coaxed an orgasm out of you. You fell asleep as soon as your muscles relaxed. All that mattered was that frustration had evaporated from your bloodstream.

“Hey, hey... Honey, are you awake?”

You opened your eyes, your face scrunching up at the brightness of the room. The table lamp had been turned on again, and one of your sisters rested a hand on your shoulder, leaning over your sleepy self.

“W-What?”

“Hey… I’m sorry for waking you up, but Papa requests your presence in his office.”

“Papa…?”

The rhetoric question clearly indicated that your mind still processed the words. You pushed your body up from the mattress, leaning on your elbow, to look at her. A frown contorted your features. The engines inside your head fumed and turned.

“Papa requests your presence in his office.”

As the words sank in, your eyes widened in astonishment, but your sister only squeezed your shoulder and winked at you before walking to her bed. You gazed at the clock on the opposite wall. Papa Emeritus IV requested your presence in his office after midnight. Your mind quickly provided you with a menu of varied scenarios in which he did whatever he wished with you. Your stomach churned with… Something.

When your fingers wrapped around the habit on the floor, you studied your bra, and, in a surge of boldness, chose to leave it on the floor. Once you had changed clothes, you stopped in front of the wall mirror. Your hands slid over the black fabric of your habit in a useless attempt to smooth the crinkles on it and, then, adjusted the white coif over your head. A few strands of hair remained out of it, but you couldn’t care less. You were way too anxious to maintain the perfect appearance and... At the sight of your nipples poking through the habit, way too self-conscious. You stared at the reflection of your eyes, a silent question emanating from them. Yes, you were being ridiculously hopeful. Maybe Papa simply needed your assistance in a chore. 

"'S good," your sister stated from her bed. You glanced at her through the mirror and... It seemed the shadow of a smile had crossed her lips, but she was surrounded by darkness, so it would be impossible to tell. You were unsure whether she was complimenting your appearance or reassuring you in regard to the lack of a bra. "Turn the light off when you leave, please."

The walk to Copia’s office was long. Your steps echoed around the corridors no matter how much effort you put into lightly stepping on the marble floor. Anticipation boiled in your lower abdomen. There were rumors about night adventures in the Ministry, but they had never been confirmed nor refused. It seemed you would discover if they were true or false by yourself — not that you minded though. You would never admit it, but a part of you hoped they were true. And it was hope that guided you to Copia’s office. 

You hesitantly knocked on the door. The sight in front of Copia was so pitiful that he had to suppress the urge to smile. There you stood, cowering before him like a deer cowering before headlights. Head lowered, hands clasped together in front of your body. It was only when he addressed you that you averted your gaze from your feet to him. His hair was slightly disheveled, rebel strands of hair framing his face. Your eyes dedicated more than a second to his greying hair, its different tonalities varied from darker to lighter grey and white. You gulped at the urge of carding your fingers through it. His face-paint was considerably smudged, especially around his lips and across his jawline. You felt a stab of envy towards your sisters.

“Come in, sister, please,” Copia opened the door wider as he motioned for you to step inside his office with the shadow of a smirk on his lips. “We have a lot to talk about.”

“Yes, Papa,” you promptly answered, your head lowering again.

You tried to hide the puzzled expression that had appeared on your face, but Copia had noticed it. And he finally smiled behind your back, to himself. Oh, he would have so much fun.

“Take a sit, please.”

You heard the door click close behind you and turned to the source of the noise as Papa motioned for one of the armchairs in front of his table. You sat on the edge of the right one, muscles tense. It seemed you had turned into a robot, and the engines inside your head automatically commanded the movement of your limbs, which were weirdly stiff. You had no clue about what to expect anymore. His voice tone had been serious and urgent, not lascivious and suggestive as you had imagined.

Copia lazily sat on the chair behind his desk, which seemed a throne. The cushion was covered with purple velvet, surrounded by a golden frame. The backrest was high, ended above his head. He crossed one of his legs over the other and pulled a fancy pen from the mess of papers in front of him before resting his back on the backrest.

“So…” He started as he played with the pen. Mindlessly and idly as he gave you his undivided attention. His mismatched eyes registered every contraction of your muscles, and... Ah, yes... He bit the side of his tongue at the sight of your nipples barely poking through your habit, and his cock twitched inside his tight pants. You had to admit that being scrutinized by him was uncomfortable, and the silence worsened the situation, but you daren’t speak.

He cleared his throat as he adjusted himself on the chair and averted his gaze from your chest to your face.

“Firstly, I owe you an apology,” he continued. Pushed himself from the backrest to reach for the mess of papers in front of him.

“An apology, sir?” You anxiously inquired.

“Exactly,” he abandoned a crumpled piece of paper in front of you. “Do you recognize it?”

You had begun to read the first line printed on it, but, then, recognized your handwriting bellow, including your signature at the end of the page. You could hardly believe Papa had summoned you to his office after midnight to talk about your request to accompany him, the Ghouls and your sisters on the Re-Imperatour. You nearly scoffed at him. At you. It seemed a joke at your expense, and it was impossible hide the disappointed expression that had appeared on your face. You were right, were indeed being ridiculously hopeful. Shame burnt on your skin. 

“It’s my request to accompany Ghost on tour,” you meekly answered.

“Indeed,” he snapped the piece of paper back. “And I apologize for the lack of an answer. It’s my fault. I ended up losing it amidst the other documents and letters and such.”

You nodded. Really? What now? Were you supposed to return to your dormitory? And masturbate to the thought of him? Again?

“You’ll receive an official note, but the answer is yes. Welcome aboard the Re-Imperatour, sorella. Now…”

He abandoned the pen on the desk. Its loud clank against the wooden surface made you flinch. Papa stepped towards you. You had lowered your head again, so all you could see were his slender legs and leather boots stopping in front of you.

“Tell me,” he lightly held your jaw between his fingers and lifted your head. Now your eyes met his. “Why didn’t you join me and your sisters earlier tonight?”

Your heart missed a beat. A sparkle crossed his eyes, a smirk appeared on his lips. He had leaned on the edge of the desk, one leg crossed before the other, and the slightest movement made the papers crinkle behind him. Heat crept up your body, and you sweat underneath your habit.

“Hm?” He egged you on, but you were at a loss for words. Your mouth idly opened and closed twice, and, now, embarrassment burnt on your skin. He had definitely noticed your eyes wandering to him, and you cursed yourself for being so irresponsible, drinking and allowing control to slip through your fingers like sand. On the other hand… You were definitely not complaining, right? The rumors were indeed true, and, well, you were eager to play his game.

“Look at me, sister.”

You promptly obeyed. Copia unabashedly enjoyed the situation, nearly groaned when he grazed his thumb across your bottom lip, and you involuntarily opened your mouth, tongue brushing against the tip of his finger. His cock hardened inside his tight pants.

“Why?”

The grip around your jaw slightly tightened.

“I-I thought… Thought you had enough attention, Papa,” you promptly lied. 

He mirthfully laughed. “Oh, mia cara. This is about you, not me. You should know every sibling is deserving of my attention. It pains me to see you deprive yourself from it. And you wanted it so bad, hm?”

You shakily exhaled. Your mouth was dry. Shyness itched underneath your skin. “Y-Yes.”

“Moreover, what would the Unholy Father say,” Copia leaned towards you, lips ghosting over the junction between your ear and your jaw. “To a stray sheep that deprives itself from the pleasures of the flesh?”

“I…” you gulped. Felt dirty at the prospect of admitting you masturbated to the thought of him. “I don’t deprive myself.”

The sentence evaporated into the air as the wave of confidence that had washed over your body dissipated between your cells. The last words were nearly inaudible, but Papa was, oh, so close that they were perfectly audible. Music to his ears.

“How so, sorella?”

He knew the answer, oh, he did, but he wanted to hear it escaping from your lips. So dirty, so filthy, so sinful.

“Hm?”

He pecked your jawline. A shiver descended your spine. That was it. It was all to much. 

“I masturbate to the thought of you, Papa," you admitted, voice tone dripping with feigned innocence. Copia closed his eyes and exhaled in ecstasy. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants and he moved his legs in search of any friction. "Quietly, in the dead of the night, so that none of my sisters hear me.”

“Show me," he growled against your ear. You closed your eyes as a tingle shot down your spine. "On my desk.”

You swallowed the knot of anticipation on your throat. “Yes, Papa.”

You pushed your body up from the armchair. Your limbs had turned to rubber, the effort to step towards his desk was inhuman, but he guided you. It would be dirtier than you had primarily thought, because Papa sat on his regal chair and indicated a spot on the desk in front of him. So that was his job after midnight. Not the mess of papers. 

You hesitantly looked at the desk, uncertain of what to do with the papers on it.

“Go on.”

That was your green light. You sat on the desk, over the papers. They crinkled underneath your body as you leaned on then, pulled your habit up your thighs and spread your legs open. With the movement, your panties pressed against your cunt, and you felt its dampness. No saliva would be necessary that time. Your pussy involuntarily clenched in anticipation. Copia intently observed your movements. Lust burnt in his mismatched eyes, and he had to suppress the urge to grab himself and come in two swift strokes at the sight of you. You adjusted yourself, back fully pressed against the desk, and your hands flew to your pussy.

Your right-hand fingers worked over the fabric of your panties as your left-hand fingers caressed the inner portion of your thigh. Your breath hitched when you touched your folds. Papa noticed how your body firstly tensed, but, then, relaxed at the stimulation. He wanted nothing more than to be the one responsible for the reactions of your body, but obliged himself to keep his hands to himself and watch.

The dampness of your panties shocked you. It had been so long since the last time you had actually dedicated time and effort to saciate your desire that you had forgotten how delicious it was to be properly lubricated. Oh, you would have so much fun. And you hoped Papa enjoyed the show.

“H-Hm…” you groaned as your fingers slid from your entrance to your clitoris. It was muffled and low, but Papa heard it, and he basked in it.

Soon enough, your body begged for more, and you slipped your right hand inside your panties. A long whine escaped from your lips. Papa roughly grabbed his cock in an attempt to adjust it inside his boxers, his hips involuntarily buckling at the stimulation, but it was useless. It strained so much against his tight pants that it hurt.

The wetness of your pussy aroused you, and your left hand aggressively squeezed the skin of your thigh. Copia intently observed them diving in your soft skin. You lifted your head to watch your hand work inside your panties, but, instead, your eyes met his.

You exchanged the unholiest look. Your hips buckled against your hand, and you sharply inhaled. Your fingers easily slid over your slit, prodding at your entrance and abusing your clitoris. You slid your left hand from your thigh to your left breast, your fingers squeezing it. Your nipples brushed against the fabric of your habit as you leaned on your elbow to allow Copia to watch not only your lower, but your upper body either, and hardened. You finished the job by languidly circling and pinching your left nipple until it clearly showed through the fabric of your habit.

Papa had opened the zipper of his pants and fished his cock from inside his boxers, which had been hastily hooked under his balls. He slowly stroked himself, smearing pre-cum over his length.

“Yes, P-Papa,” you moaned, unsure of what elicited it, your imagination replacing your fingers with his or the sight of him masturbating in front of you. His cock was slick, and the soft squelch of it against his hand made you violently shudder.

“Does it feel good, amore mio?”

“Yes.”

“Do you imagine my fingers fucking you?”

You desperately nodded, “And your tongue. And your, a-ah, cock.”

You collapsed against the table as you slid one finger inside your pussy. Your panties restrained the movement of your hand, so you intended to get rid of it, but your mind seemed to solely control the hand fucking your pussy, so the other uselessly fumbled with the piece of clothing.

“Allow me,” Papa dazedly mumbled. He was hypnotized by you.

His fingers brushed against your skin in the process and left a trail of fire down your legs. The foreign touch, his touch, was more than welcomed. You had desired it for so long that the moment was a damn dream come true. You were close to beg him to touch you. 

He wrapped your panties around his hand and fisted his cock. “Shit, ah,” he deliciously hissed as the fabric roughly slid against it.

“Fuck,” you breathlessly laughed at the sight of him desperately fucking your panties. Could hardly believe it. The knot in your lower abdomen dangerously tightened. Your wildest, dirtiest, filthiest dreams had never prepared you to what unrolled before your eyes at that very moment in space and time.

Determined to watch the man in front of you pleasure himself, you pushed your upper body up from the desk again, your heels leaning on the edge of it. The new penetration angle of your finger elicited a hum from your throat, and you slid a second finger inside your pussy. It clenched at the intrusion, but you pushed them inside until the palm of your hand pressed against your cunt. Your fingers brushed all the ridges of your walls as you languidly thrusted them in your hole. 

Copia aggressively fucked the hand entangled in your panties. The head of his cock was red and swollen, and pre-cum abundantly leaked from it and dripped down his fingers. He occasionally teased it by firmly brushing his thumb over it. Then, his thumb would descend to the underside of his length to tease his frenulum. The prettiest moan you had ever heard fell from his lips when he did so for the first time. You gasped, whined, grunted, moaned, babbled. It was all too much.

“Papa,” you breathlessly called. The rest of the sentence got stuck in your throat as your hips buckled against your hand. You were dangerously close to the edge. “P-Please, please, please.”

“What do you want, ah, shit, amore mio?”

“Fingers,” you dumbly babbled as your body melted in pleasure. “Please.”

His middle finger touched the space between your holes and slid up, towards your cunt, your lubrication juices gathering on the tip of his finger along the way. Your fingers stuttered mid-thrust, your breath hitched, your skin burnt — white-hot and searing. Neither of you dared break eye contact. His pupils were dilated, and his white eye eerily shone with lust. He shoved the finger inside his mouth and hummed in approval. Then, he leaned forward, and his tongue licked the trays the drops of lubrication juices had carved on your skin.

“What a mess, sorella,” he mumbled against your skin. His mouth was, oh, so close to your pussy.

You whined in frustration, “W-Want you to touch me.”

He pitifully smiled, intently observing the reactions the teasing elicited from your body. “Are you close?”

You desperately nodded. The movement of your hand had become sloppy, and the thrust of your hips met the thrust of your hand to compensate for the slack stimulation. Papa wrapped a hand around your wrist, and pulled your hand away from your pussy. Before you could protest, he had filled you with his fingers. Two. From the hand entangled in your panties. You felt the fabric brush against your skin. It was completely wet. 

His fingers were larger in comparison to yours, and, again, you pussy clenched at the intrusion. A chuckle fell from his lips.

“How does it feel, mia cara?”

“Better, o-oh,” your back collapsed against the surface of the desk. “So, so, so much better.”

You shoved your right-hand fingers, coated with your lubrication juices, inside your mouth. Sucked on them as though your life depended on it. Your left-hand fingers were back on your breast, tugging and squeezing its soft skin, and teasing your nipple.

Papa hissed at the sight in front of him, and thrusted his fingers deeper — if that was even possible — and rougher. Your thighs shook in pleasure. You incoherently babbled around your fingers. The amount of pleasure engulfing your body was extreme.

“A-Are you touching yourself, Papa?” You managed to spill the words past your lips, but before he could think of an answer, you continued. “Can I touch yourself?”

You pushed your upper body up from the desk, slid your fingers out of your mouth, and reached for him. He still sat on his chair, and simply watched you struggle for him.

“Please.”

“This is about you, not me,” he teased. Forced himself to deny your will, because he wanted nothing more than to feel your fingers, your mouth, your hole, anything other than his fingers around him. His cock hung in the air, fat, heavy and swollen. Twitched at the lack of stimulation. A silent beg for something.

“Oh, shut up,” you scoffed.

But, before you could move another muscle, he licked your pussy. You cried. Eyes shut, back arched. You thought you would pass out at the wave of pleasure that traveled through your body.

He eagerly ate you. The wet sounds of his tongue and his fingers using your pussy echoed around the room. The stimulation was so intense that your cunt was numb. And you were running in circles, dangerously close to the edge, but never reaching it.

“More, Papa, a-ah.”

He complied. Mercilessly fucked your hole. Eagerly wrapped his lips around your clit, and viciously prodded it with his tongue. It took a minute for your body to respond to him, but, when it did, you swear you passed out for a millisecond. You desperately reached for his hair and uselessly pushed him away from you, but he stayed. Fucked you through your orgasm until you were squirting on his fingers. The translucent liquid gushed from your pussy down to his fingers, hand, wrist, arm, and down the inner portion of your asscheeks.

“I want to hear you,” Papa sternly commanded, and the silent scream that left your mouth transformed itself in a cry, a whine, a moan. In everything. You had melted under his touch.

He still thrusted his fingers in your pussy, but, again, your limbs had turned to rubber, and you had no force to push him away from you. Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed at the overstimulation. Pleasure was, oh, so dangerously close to pain.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, please, Papa, please.”

He stopped the movement of his hand, but left his fingers inside your pussy. It fiercely clenched around them. A silent protest against the intrusion. He rose from the chair, and you whined at the slight slide of his fingers against your walls.

“Fuck,” you breathlessly muttered.

He leaned over your body and captured your lips in a kiss. Drank any sound that fell past your lips, especially the filthy moan elicited by the slide of his cock against the inner portion of your thigh. Your tongues mingled together and saliva dropped down your chin. You pulled his fingers from your hole, flinching at it, and licked his entire hand clean, taking his fingers inside your mouth, one at a time.

“Your turn, Papa,” you mouthed against the palm of his hand. “Please.”

His eyes bore into yours, and, as his attention was focused on your face, you took the opportunity to reach for his cock. Dumb you. Thought he wouldn't notice the movement of your arm, but he allowed you to touch it. Needed you to touch it.

You circled the head of his cock with your thumb. Could feel it leaking on your fingers. He involuntarily buckled against your thigh when your thumb brushed his frenulum.

“Please, Papa.”

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BTS Makne Line's

Panty Competition

(A "Choose Your Own Adventure" fic)

Jungkook's Version

warnings: smut (18+) cunnilingus, creampie, horny making out, roommate!jungkook, unprotected sex*(don't do this) dirty talk, creampie, explicit language

wordcount: 2.5K (including intro)

INTRO AND MASTERLIST (PLEASE read first).

"Let me help you."

Jungkook's face transforms from disbelief, to doubtful, to pleasantly surprised all within the frame of a few seconds.

He laughs. "You're kidding. Y/N, you've never showed any interest in wanting to fuck me before, and now you want to do it as a stupid bet?! No fucking way."

"Mhm! I've made up my mind now. I want to help you win this thing. Besides…you know me…" your eyes fall. "I'm down."

He repositions himself. "Okay. I believe you. I mean…who could resist?"

You purse your lips, holding back a smile.

"I've actually…been wanting to do this for a while…bet or not," he smiles. "Can we still go out first? It'll feel less awkward if we actually got dinner together first."

You nod. "Sure."

As it turns out, Jungkook knows some really good dinner spots. It's nothing too fancy, just street hot dogs but they're, like, the best hot dogs you've ever had. They have a lot of diverse options.

Apparently, he knows the owner of the joint because when he stepped up to order the guy working there shook his hand like he was a long lost brother.

"What's up my guy? Yo, so…" he gestures to you. "This is my roommate, Y/N. We're on a little…thing, and she's never been here before so…Jacob, you've gotta give me that discount."

Jacob tilts his head teasingly as if to say "I dunno," whilst dabbing him up.

"Isn't she beautiful, come on…" he lightly pushes the cook. "Gimme the thirty percent. I'll tell Marcos if you don't," he threatens playfully.

Jacob scans your face and shakes his head. "Alright, alright. You've got the thirty. Order quickly cause I can't have this line backed up til closing," he threatens.

"Thank you, my guy," he mumbles as he opens up the laminated menu for you, handing it over as he gets out his wallet.

"Anything you want, I promise. Anything on that menu is super good," he winks.

Oh God, why is that attractive?

You decide on something simple out of courtesy and sit down at one of the aluminum tables in front of the stand. There's a napkin dispenser next to the condiment bottles, so you pull out a few of them and lay them down on top of the table.

Jungkook pulls out a chair and sits down across from you, observing your makeshift table mat.

"It'll come in a little baggie," he mentions. "You're just gonna hold it. It's gonna be saucy and you will make a mess, so I'll teach you how to eat it."

"Just like you're gonna eat me?" You add.

Jungkook can't help but smile. He nods his head, "Yeah."

"Aww…" you coo, instinctively reaching for his hand before you realize what you're doing. He doesn't retract it. Instead, he wistfully glances down at the gesture.

His fingers are carefully intertwined in yours now. A familiar rush overcomes you.

"Ah,," You always giggle when you flirt. It feels like you're drunk. "It's…weird."

"Is it? I'm sorry," Jungkook purses his lips.

"I mean not bad weird? Good weird," you interrupt. "It's…been a while."

It's true. You had just gotten out of a really bad long term relationship which left your heart in pieces just a month ago. It was strange to be out with someone, nevermind be holding their hand.

It's just casual sex. Jungkook is your roommate. The feeling isn't going away though. It just lingers and floats in the air surrounding you, building tension.

You might be in trouble.

Jungkook rocks your hands back and forth on the table playfully. He giggles. "You're cute."

"What?!" You laugh. "No!"

"You areeee…" he sings. "You are."

There's a moment where you enjoy the apparent love that Jungkook's eyes appear to hold. Perhaps it's a simple illusion or the look of someone who will inevitably get laid, but it's happiness nevertheless and the idea that you could bring someone this feeling is satisfying enough of a thought.

"I can't wait to touch you," you say in a soft voice.

"Me…neither."

"JEON get your fucking dogs before I ban you from this spot!" Jacob yells from the window.

Jungkook jolts at the sudden call and violently lifts himself from his seat, mumbling a "hold on," before trudging towards the pick up counter.

You watch him leave in wonder, quietly anticipating the remainder of the night.

Night falls quickly. You spill a little bit of the sauce on the napkin upon your first bite, but that's what you put it there for so it's okay. What mattered was that it was hands-down one of the best things you've ever had in terms of street food.

"Did I tell you or did I tell you?" Jungkook boasts, his arms crossed. He'd finished his meal some five minutes before you, swallowed the thing whole.

"Mh," you shake your head, pleased. "I gotta start trusting you more with these things…"

"You better. Next time, I'll take you down to where my buddy makes these Korean corn dogs– it's bomb. Promise."

"Next time?" You repeat.

"Well, if you want there to be." Jungkook scratches his nose. "But! You don't have to decide now. We can go whenever you're ready."

"For the second date or to go home?" You ask, smiling.

"Umm…home. Obviously," he tries.

Jungkook can't keep his eyes off of you. He's mesmerized by the simple beauty of your face, and, honestly, he's surprised at your amiability. You're charming. It makes it so much easier for him to envision how many positions he'll be thrusting his dick into you tonight.

"Mmm…mhm," he hums, dazed.

"You're thinking about bending me over on the counter aren't you?" You laugh.

"No," he says, matter-of-factly. "I'm thinking about bending you over on the sofa."

What a thought. You stroke your thumb on the back of his hand teasingly. "We should go."

"We…should go," he agrees, compiling all the scraps from the table and throwing them out promptly.

Your back hits the wall of the mudroom as you kiss and suck at Jungkook's bottom lip ferociously. "I've been wanting to do this forever," he growls between passionate kisses. "Fucking forever I've been needing your pussy."

Your arms pull at the back of his shirt in a rush, stripping him mindlessly to feel as much as his skin as you can. You sigh deeply as you inhale his scent. It's reminiscent of musk, but still warm and pleasant.

By the end of tonight you want to reek of him.

He feels the same way about your confectious scent. You're sweet and addicting, and the more his tongue and his nose senses you the more he needs to indulge.

He finds a spot beneath your jaw and kisses it while his hands caress your back with only his fingertips. "Are we going two rounds…three…" he suggests.

"I don't know. I don't care right now, I want more of you," you hastily reply, breaking out into a soft moan. The once arid room is now humid with the scent of both of your bodies grinding and pulling at one another.

You stumble and chase each other to his bedroom, landing on his king sized bed. It has stuff on it but you push all of it off the bed except for the comforter and the sheets beneath that.

He stretches briefly before crawling after you, smiling through soft kisses up your body.

Jungkook's lips feel like raindrops on your skin, evaporating immediately upon contact with your fever. "Don't let go, just…" he prays. "Don't think."

Your hands fall to his chest and caress him down to the band of his sweats.

"Mmngh," he hums, bringing his hips forward so that you have access to him. "Oh, fuck,,"

"What~" you flirt. "Needy."

"So, so needy…for you," Jungkook replies between pressed kisses.

You tug him by his waistband, wrapping your legs around his thighs.

"Mmh," he moans softly into your mouth. "Why have you kept this from me for so long? You're evil, you know that? I'm going to pound you until you feel my cum drench your tight cunt."

His eyes gleam in the dimmed light of the room. Your eyes wander down his jaw to his neck, his adam's apple down to his pecs and his biceps, to his forearms…to his hands tugging at the bands of not only his pants but his boxers, beneath that, as well.

"You staring?" He chuckles.

"Yeah…wow," you slur.

"Are you gonna keep making goo goo eyes or are you gonna let me eat?" Jungkook cages you in his arms, his nose hovering over your face.

His breath is warm and his scent is stronger now, a tinge of sweat somewhere in the mix.

He glances at your lips and sweetly kisses you. "Hmm, y/n?"

You gather strands of his black hair between your delicate hands, your heart beating a mile a minute.

"yes," you breathe.

"What was that…" The gentle buzz of his voice lulls you, even though your mind knows he's being a dick.

The logic part of your brain isn't in charge right now.

"Yeah, yes, fuck…" you whine, sitting up a bit to continue kissing along his jaw. "Mmh,"

He pulls himself from you just so that he can position your legs over his broad shoulders. "Can I take this off?" He tugs on the fabric of your pant leg.

Soon, Jungkook's face is buried in your cunt, his tongue lathered in your arousal. He takes your clit between his lips and sucks hard, honing in on your most sensitive spots with his hot mouth. You gasp violently, squeezing your thighs around the lower half of his face. He smirks between them.

"Come here," he pulls you down to his thighs. You cling your legs around his waist and sit up on your elbows. He captures your lips in a heated, humorous kiss.

He moves his hips on your cunt languidly, taking his time mapping out your skin with his supple lips. He twitches wildly from under you, incredibly impatient.

You pant, tensing your legs around him and leaning your head back on the pillows beneath you. A dazed smile spreads across your face as he plants countless kisses on your chest and collar.

"Ohhh~"

"Mmh," he hums between each one, "mh,,"

You run your fingers through his careful black curls and sigh. "Oh fuckhhh~"

You watch him rise from your body and take in every gorgeous ridge and peak of his half-naked body. Then, you wonder, why isn't he completely naked yet.

"Take it all off," you whine. "All of it. I hate the clothes on your body right now."

Jungkook laughs as he slides his thumb along the edge of his sweatpants and dips them below his waist. His cock springs free, and he immediately begins pumping it with his fist, his tongue running across his lips.

Your dazed eyes drink in every inch of skin on his body. You beckon him closer, your hands splayed across his impressive chest. He hums teasingly, pecking your lips as he kneads your thighs with purpose.

"I get to take these out too." He hooks his finger under the seam of your lace panties and drags it down your legs. Jungkook bites the cloth between his teeth and scrunches his nose.

"So I'm your prize, huh? If you don't win this thing…" you ask.

"With dick like mine? How could I possibly lose?"

He's right. From the moment Jungkook fucks his dick into your cunt, you just about cum right then. He practically melts in you, his strokes passionate and beautifully desperate. They match his pleading eyes and his hands, pulling your hips back down on him.

He's using your body just right. He's a big boy, he can handle it. Jungkook's fingers reach to play with your pussy while he fills you.

"Fuck–! fuuuck,," you gasp, indulging in the smell of his skin as he splays your body on his. You're so full.

Jungkook's mouth gets to work on your tits, marking them diligently as he thrusts mindlessly into your drenched heat.

You tense suddenly, deepening your breaths as you sense your whole body warming.

He takes notice and encourages your orgasm. "Cum," He breathes "Cum hard,"

"All over my dick," he groans, finally. "Fuck, I can't resist you–"

You squeeze your eyes shut in concentration, mewing constantly. So, so, so close! It washes over you quickly, causing a blissful rush to ripple from your core to your heart and body.

He jolts, pounding himself back into you before stilling and cumming against your abused cervix.

You stay in each other's arms for a while. You caress Jungkook's face and remind him of how good he did, because he gets pouty.

The panties were an afterthought. They were thrown on the floor somewhere after all the action. Who cares about a stupid bet if he's got you?

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[bnomiko]

Nocturne ramblings, with spoilers

(This is NOT a rant post. Nor specifically a spoiler post. I'm just making observations and babbling shit about some of the characters in Nocturne thus far.)

I did a spoiler-free ramble post, now time for the other side of the coin, just to let loose a bit...

**SPOILERS** ahoy for Castlevania: Nocturne, S1.

Vampires in general

I'm very happy to see some souped up vampires. Let's face it, the majority of them in the original animation weren't exactly impressive. They were basically people with pointy teeth and like 1 special ability. The fact that 2 1/2 humans could walk into a castle and just waste twenty or thirty of them without taking damage (other than Alucard taking a fist to the mug) felt a bit lackluster.

Oh, but there's a LOT of vampires touching sunlight that aren't going up in flames. You can't just hold a parasol over one and expect them not to combust : p

Olrox

I said it before, but seriously, give a raise to whoever did his character design. He's absolutely delicious. Those cheekbones! The dragon's eyes! I want to roll myself in his hair like a bug in a rug then slap those meaty thighs...

I've also watched all his interactions with Mizrak again. I don't understand how the two of them make so much more sense (given that they literally went from "You know my name, tell me yours" to fucking to "I don't love you" to … maybe I do…), than like, canon pairing Richter and Annette, who feel about as compelling as a piece of dry toast.

I truly hope he continues playing a little on both sides of the fence. It makes him so much more interesting than the majority of the characters who are simply on one side or the other.

Juste

I admit I got all excited thinking he was Alucard in a glamour at first, because when you first see his eyes, there's a gold gleam (of course the second he touched the whip I went, "Ahh, it's Juste.")

I'm sure it's more that his eyes appear to be a very light gray and catch any candle/firelight, but I'd rather think that the animators were being cheeky and hiding a reference to the fact that when HoD came out, some fans were convinced Juste was Alucard's son.

Talking about who looks like who's offspring, uh… I almost question if Maxim was doing some sneaking. Doesn't Julia look more like Maxim?? Since they threw out Vampire Killer clause #1, why not throw out the rest of it?

(I mean... really, who would you think was daddy?)

Also… I honestly do feel badly for Juste. He's always been one of the forgotten Belmonts, but maybe he was better off forgotten as I think most headcanons imagined him living a quiet retirement with his wife and their husband, surrounded by a massive stockpile of overly gaudy home furnishings, with little grandson Richter visiting and getting lost in all the furniture : )

Maria

I already made mention of the fact that she's all of 12 in game canon (and apparently 16 in Nocturne), which makes it all the more awkward that her future boyfriend's already made his appearance when she hasn't even hit her teens yet. I mean… how is that going to work?

(Sorry, can't resist reusing this, Richter's reaction is too funny.)

I feel ya, bro.

Tera

I was so young and naive when I read The Scarlet Letter that I didn't actually get what it was about at the time lol… actually took me years to figure it out. And… yeah, that's it. That's my comment.

Emmanuel (the abbot)

This guy will never get the death he actually deserves. It'll probably be something relatively quick, like falling into a pit of lava *shrug*

Drolta

Kind of a shame to off her so soon. Her latex collection was impressive.

Erzsebet

Carmilla?

And of course, Alucard

Okay, I get that he probably just woke up, but maybe a few strokes with a hairbrush before you run out the door, eh buddy?

Compare to Alucard in the mini artbook/manga for SotN (look at those crisp curls!) waking up after his 300 year nap:

I don't mind the "washed out" palette as much as others do. He was pretty much the textbook definition of pale in SotN anyhow.

Actually it would've been really damn funny if he'd showed up in his pajamas, screaming, "I hope I'm not too… wait, what year is it?" *looks at Maria* "Fuck I'm too early!"

#castlevania #castlevania nocturne #nocturne spoilers #maria renard #olrox

[joesalw]

First of all I just wanted to commend you for becoming a TS hate blog despite the annoying fangirl swarm you're probably going to face. You're truly doing the lord's work.

I saw that you said you were her a fan of hers but then realised who she was after her breakup with Joe. I was curious about how long you'd been a fan and how involved were you in the fandom and what was it that caused this 180? Was it one thing that just shook you out or was it little things added up?

For me, I had always considered myself more of a casual fan of her music but never got into the fandom side of it because I always thought of swifties as pretty fucking annoying. However, I've had mutuals through the years who were more in the fandom so I sort of observed from the outside. As for her as a person, I never went to bat for her but I always felt like I gave her a sense of grace and understanding despite her being 7 years older than me and far more privileged. For example, when people accused her of always playing the victim I always thought it was understandable because when you're young you often only see things from your own pov, but with age and maturity you start seeing the bigger picture.

My issues with her started in 2020, the year after she made a documentary where she shed her white women tears and proclaimed she wanted to be politically active and use her voice for good. But when the opportunity came with covid, BLM and the election she did less than the bare minimum, a couple of tweets and some cookies iirc. After that her shitty allyship continued to annoy me especially after that Ginny and Georgia tweet, but what was really grating on my nerves was the way her fanbase and the media were hailing her an artistic genius for the littlest things. She's always been one of the poster girls for white mediocrity in the entertainment industry but it was taken to whole new level with her directing her "short film". I don't know what makes good music, but I do know little more about movies and directors and all too well was just so meh and bland and basic and the fact that Sadie and Dylan are both brilliant actors yet their performances in that "film" were so lackluster tells me she does not have what it takes to be a director. Yet she was invited to one of those variety talks and was campaigning for a Oscar nomination? And will apparently direct a movie sometime in the future? Has the world lost it's fucking mind?

Anyways come 2023 to her dating a bigot and I realised just how much of a performance her "activism" has been and her going back to the same tricks of playing victim that made me realise it wasn't immaturity and age this is just who she is.

Sorry if this is tmi but I thought since I was asking for you story I'd tell you mine in a sense. I also have some completely unqualified armchair psychology takes on miss t if you're interested in hearing them. They're probably not "hot takes" or something someone somewhere hasn't already said about her but this was already too long for me to dump them on you unasked.

Hope you have a great day! X

I started fangirling her in 2016 when the whole snakegate thing happened. With reputation especially, when she wrote those monologues about her being comfortable being her ownself at the end of her 20s and wanting a normal life and privacy outside media scrutiny. Her talking about how she used her "taylor swift sqaud" to heal her past insecurities not knowing how it could affect someone who still doesn’t have that type of friendgroup, her deciding to keep her relationship private instead of making it a circus for the media. You know, you could see the personality growth in her at that time. To me she really felt like a very matured person.

Even though there were still lots of things (that you talked about) used to make me very uncomfortable, like that ginny and georgia tweet and her posting that black image of blm trend with THIRTEEN HEART EMOJIS (so embarrassing and weird?)

Moreover, I never liked any of her self directed music videos. Like those were so bland and boring and never fit with the music. But people still praising her and giving her vmas and shits was just a confirmation that nobody cares about art these days, they only want the clout from her name. Her music is also very boring. She writes about the same events in thousand different songs to milk the shit out of it. Like girl please move on!

But what made me actually unstan her was the whole shitshow she put up after her breakup with Joe. The person she talked so highly about in her whole discography was now a villain too. She went on a brought up a whole hate trend on Joe by making her friends unfollow him publicly.

SHE IS THE ONE WHO INSTIGATED THE WHOLE JOE ALWYN HATRED TREND.

You know no matter whatever someone does (his only fault was not wanting to marry her lol), nobody deserves to go through this type of media harassment. But Joe did. Joe is the person who saved her when she was having this kind of media treatment but later on SHE instigated the same type of hatred for him. That just proves how terrible she is as a human being. And not to forget she immediately started dating a vile, racist, islamophobe, bigot, piece of shit and said that was the best time of her life. She didn’t even acknowledge her wrong in the relationship on her breakup announcement (she acted unbrothered). She used Ice Spice to cover up her mess. I mean how many more reasons did i need after that?

Now in her travis era, she switched completely 180° saying being public is her real personality. She also brought back her squad pap walks. She is really feeding into the narrative that Joe kept her in basement. So like the MAIN thing that made me fall in love with her in the first place was all along a lie? She never matured? She never wanted to have privacy? She never valued a normal life? Her personality growth really went downhill to a shithole.

But after being so invested in her for 7 years, I can tell you that a breakdown is coming very soon and I will not feel bad for it at all!

#anti taylor swift #anti swifties #swifties dni

[archie-is-an-addict]

OVERVIEW: You are a normal guy on the street, contemplating your life because of an argument you had with your mother about not wanting to grow up and get a job. When in reality you were secretly in university, to become an engineer. But even after you tell her this she stays angry, and says that's not enough.

Current Age: 21

"Mother looking at me, tell me what do you see. Yes I've lost my mind. Daddy looking at me, will I ever be free? Have I crossed the line?" 

"This is not enough!"

.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

You walked on the sidewalk of Hollywood, hoodie up, head down. Wondering where it all went wrong. You weren't understanding why she was so mad, you had done nothing but help and be respectful even after you finished high school and didn't move out. But more importantly, you didn't know why she wanted you gone in the first place. Your mother never was the best role model, she was a workaholic and your father was always the one that was there. But after he died in a fire that she caused when you were around 4 years old, she turned on you even more. Instead of ignoring you like she did before, when she was home; she was abusive, and constantly high. But you never felt the need to say anything to anyone, because you thought it was normal.

You remembered little from your childhood seeing as you barely had one, but from what you could remember was one core memory. Your father had been at home taking care of you, per usual, and you remembered how he would make things for you to play with. It was what had inspired your career choice. And when he died, you started making weekly visits to his grave. You would talk to him about things, wanting to keep him updated if he so happened to come back. He never did.

You continued walking, as everything she said returned to your head. Not noticing the tears falling from your eyes, as you went over what she said and tried to figure out a solution. You were the problem, you were always the problem. Because no matter how hard you tried, you weren't enough, and you never would be. You had come to terms with this, but refused to give up.

As you walked, leaving a trail of tears due to your head being focused on the ground. You failed to notice a girl, who walked in front of you minding her own business as she read a book; with head phones over her ears. You bumped right into her, causing her to drop her book and nearly fall. Before you reached out and grabbed her on instinct. 

"I-I'm so fucking sorry, I-I swear I d-didn't mean t-to-"

You were cut off, but not by her or anyone else. By yourself, you were caught up by her beauty. It was petrifying. She was short, and had brunette hair and dark eyes that turned hazel in the sun. The small freckles on her face only adding to how pretty she was. You struggled to speak, and instead just picked up her book and handed it back to her, as she looked at you in curiosity. You couldn't read people very well due to a lack of social interaction, and prepared yourself to get smacked.

"It's cool, just watch where you're going." She half grinned at you, looking at you trying to figure out why you were shaking. 

It was then she noticed how you were crying, and went to ask you a question.

"Are you good? It's not that serious, you don't have to feel bad." She looked at you concerned.

"I-I'm fine, thanks."

This was only the start, apparently she wasn't going anywhere either and you both began to walk together. But one thing was failed to be said, as the sky gained its natural dark color. And it was time for you to go your separate ways. 

"Um, I uh, I just realized I-I don't know y-your name... I'm Y-Y/N."

"It was nice to meet you Y/N. I hope to see you around some time." She smiled.

"I'm Jenna."

END.

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