#(but i figured the text in this one would be easy enough to get rid of since it was all in the sky)

[robo-dino-puppy]

plains patrol

[arbitrarykiwi]

Third Times a Charm: Bodytalk 3/3

Nam-Gyu (Player 124) x AFAB Reader smut series

Summary: you ran into him three separate times. First was at a house party, second time was at a club. And like his favorite drugs, he was addicted. The third time? Well he wasn’t going to let you get away so easy. Third times a charm and he was going to get his fix. ((Non-squid game au))

Warnings: smut (18+), LONG (guys..I thought 6k for the last one was bad….this is 11k words...I couldn't help myself), drug usage (only weed this time lol), smoking weed, sex while high, stalker! Namgyu themes, fem centered pet names, divider added were smut starts for convenience, he calls the reader a bitch once, he’s fucking nasty, this is straight porn- v little plot, i feel like i need to go to confession, p in v sex, oral ( f receiving ), fingering, squirting, dirty talk (he really can’t keep his mouth shut), choking, spitting, multiple orgasms, creampie (have safe sex), there's probably more- read at your own risk, was proof read but I am dyslexic.

Previous chapters: Taste Test: 1/3 , Oral Fixation: 2/3

The third time you met him- he came to your place.

You were doing chores around your place- candles were lit, Spotify was playing loudly on the large living room TV rotating through your favorite songs, and even cookies were baking in the oven!

It was two days after your run in with Nam-Gyu at the club. All you could think about was him. The new energy that his interactions gave you was a welcomed motivation. However, to say you were a little nervous he wouldn’t text you was an understatement, you were terrified.

You eased your worries about his absence when you thought about how the last time he was with you- he had to leave with a drug deal gone awry- and you’re familiar enough with the scene to know how time consuming and stressful dealing with that could be.

Still, the absence of him hit you more than you thought it would. He truly had you wrapped around his finger.

To rid yourself of the thoughts, you continued to busy yourself with cleaning your apartment. Soon the oven chimed off a ‘ding’ letting you know the cookies were done. You clapped to yourself, walking to the oven, grabbing the pot holders and pulling the tray out of the oven.

While they cooled you poured yourself a drink, leaning on the counter and looking at your clean place with a sense of accomplishment. You took a sip from the cup and began to think of what else needed to be done.

You pushed yourself back off from the counter, figuring you could get some laundry done. Before you could take a step your phone pinged. Figuring it was just an app notification or one of your friends, you make your way over to your phone with no abnormal excitement.

But when grabbed your phone of the kitchen island and the screen turned on, your heart caught in your throat

‘How’s my pretty girl doing?’

The text came from an unknown number. It blared on your locked home screen as you reread it over and over, your heart rate spiking- you could feel your heart beat in your chest.

‘How’s my pretty girl doing?’ It was like he already claimed you as his, whether you liked it or not.

You unlocked your phone with shaky, excited hands, opening the message, thumbs hovering over the keyboard as you try to think about what to say.

You begin to type when three floating dots pop up, signaling he’s typing again.

‘I’m sorry for not texting you sooner. You really were all I was thinking about. Texted you as soon as I could.’

‘Let me make it up to you? I want to see you’

The texts come in one after the other, in rapid succession. It was if he knew you had your phone open to his messages- just watching his texts come through.

‘You gonna roll for me? Make it worth my time?’ You text back with a small laugh to yourself. You know he’s worth your time- well worth it. But you gotta give him some hell for making you wait so long to hear from him! You see the three dots pop up on your phone screen, you bite your lip as you watch him begin to type.

‘Of course, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t? I even got some new shit I can bring, all for you.’

You smile at your phone, leaning on your kitchen counter and re-reading his message over and over. You finally begin typing to respond, ‘Now you’re speaking my language, come over at 7?’ , you hit send.

‘Sounds like a plan, I’ll be there.’

You don’t even bother texting him your address, remembering at the club how he told you he already found your address. The idea of him seemingly stalking you should have set you off, but here you are inviting that same handsome stalker over- and doing it excitedly.

You returned to your room to get more presentable. Fixing your hair, putting on the cute new lounge set you just got, and spraying some perfume- you excitedly got ready.

You walked back to the living room, settling in on the couch and turning on some random show to try and settle your excited nerves.

A couple hours passed and before you knew it, a knock resounded at your front door

You quickly stood up from the couch walking to the front door. Your heart was in your chest. This was the first time you and him would be alone. It was about time. The thought of it made your head spin.

You reached the door, hand moving to unlock the silver dead bold. With a resounding ‘click’ your hand grips the door knob and pulls the door open.

He stood there with a grin, one of his hands in the pocket of his jeans, the other holding a small bouquet of your favorite flowers.

Your breath catches in your throat- you mind reeling. The gesture, the flowers alone, was sweet. Already a large contrast to your flings with him. Hell, he fingered you in someone’s house and face fucked you in his office at a club- you guys weren’t exactly the most romantic pair.

But the fact they were your favorite? That can’t be a coincidence. His smile widens when he sees your expression. “You post an awful lot about your favorite flowers. Your friends get you some every year for your birthday, hard to miss in most pictures on your page.” He quips, stepping forward and running his fingers around your waist and wrapping his arm around your back.

His head tilts to the side as he looks you over. Yet again, he was taking it into his own hands to get to know you- stalking your socials to get to know little details about you. It was endearing in a way. You take the flowers with a wide smile. “You’re such a creep. Thank you.” You say with a giggle, standing up a bit taller to lean in and place a small kiss on his jaw.

You hear him take in a large breath, his hand pulling you into him and gripping your waist just the slightest bit harder when your lips touch his skin. It’s like he’s trying to restrain himself.

“Callin’ me a creep, yet you still let me cum down your throat. What’s that say about you, hm?” He says, dropping his head to begin pressing kisses down your neck and over your shoulder.

You laugh, his lips tickling you as you stumble back. You try to pull away, well ‘try’ is an overstatement. You feebly writhe against him, a joke of an attempt to get away from him to try and close your apartment door.

He laughs against your neck, his lips continuing to trace along your neck. His leg kicks behind him, shutting your door for you, his arm that’s not around your waist reaches behind him to lock the door.

He pulls away finally, his head tilting back upright to look at you. His hand reaches up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing along your bottom lip. “‘M sorry for keeping you waiting.” He says in a low voice, nearly a whisper as he looks you over.

You hum, smiling and lifting a hand up to hold his cheek, thumb rubbing a circle along his skin as you tilt your head like you’re thinking. “I suppose I can forgive you…” you say with a pout that immediately turns into a laugh.

He watches as you laugh and he thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and your laugh is the most enchanting sound he’d ever hear. He can’t help but to pull you closer to him by your waist, your chest pressing against his as he catches your lips in a kiss.

It catches you by surprise, a sound like a small squeak comes out into the kiss. But when the feeling of his lips is finally on yours once again, you simply melt into him. Your legs feel like you go limp, his arm around your back only thing keeping you up as your lips move against his. The kiss is surprisingly soft and meticulous like he’s been without the feeling of your lips for too long. And to him he has.

As he pulls away, his hand dances along your spine.

You guys stand there for a moment, just staring at each other. You break the silence, realizing the hand that holds the large bouquet of your favorite flowers is causing your hand to ache as it’s held up in the air. “I gotta find a vase for these.” You say, nodding your head over to the flowers in your hand. He nods, “I suppose you’re right.” He says with a chuckle, placing another quick kiss against your lips before releasing you.

You walk over into your kitchen, leaning on the counter and reaching up to pull open a cabinet. Grabbing a vase and turning around to the kitchen island where the sink was beginning to fill the vase up with water.

He leans over the opposite side of the kitchen island just watching your every move. As you begin to unwrap the flowers he got you, grabbing a pair of scissors to cut the stems, you look up at him. “So did you bring your ‘new shit’?” You tease, referring to his texts.

He laughs nodding and reaching one hand back into his back pocket, pulling out a heady bag of weed and placing it on the counter and shrugging. “Your offering ma’am.” He says with a wink. It has you giggling. You continue to cut the stems, squinting your eyes and looking at the bag skeptically with a smile “hmm…I’ll allow it.” You say in a fake prissy tone that has him laughing along with you.

You finish cutting the flowers, tossing the cut stems in the trash nearby and gathering the gorgeous blooms. you place the flowers in the vase. You step back and just stare at them, they’re your favorite yes- but it looks like each flower is pristine, in full bloom and the most vibrant it can be, like the hand picked each one out to create the best bouquet.

“Thank you again, they’re gorgeous…” You say with a smile, looking back over to him. You find him staring at you with his chin resting against his palm, elbow resting on the countertop. He’s looking at you with such a genuine, enamored gaze. “Of course, sweetheart. Someone like you deserves only the best.” He says with a wink.

You move around the counter next to him, mirroring how he leans over the counter. Your hands reach to the bag of weed on the counter and drag it towards you. You twirl it in your hands then turn to him. “So you gonna make good of your other promise and roll f’me?” You say, leaning closer to him, your noses practically touching. “You got it princess.” He mumbles, placing slow kiss on your lips. “Lead the way.” He says pulling away, a hand reaching back to slap your ass.

You giggle, spinning around to begin to lead him down the hall to your bedroom.

So there you found yourselves, in your room, laid out on your bed. He’s behind you, legs spread open leaving a perfect space for you to be. You’re leaned back between his legs, back against his chest, your legs crossed- holding up the rolling tray that’s covered in broken down weed.

His arms are around you, chin resting on your shoulder. His hands work to fill in the wrap with the weed. His fingers working a practice that has you mesmerized. The silver rings adorning his fingers reflect the distorted colors of the TV show you guys had playing. The veins of his hand pop out and you watch the way they move and flex with every movement he does.

From out of the corner of his eyes he sees you’re no longer watching the show, your eyes are locked on his hands as he begins to roll up the blunt.

You feel him chuckle, bringing you out of your trance. “You’re not even paying attention to the show.” He says before placing a quick kiss on your jaw. You giggle turning your head to place a proper kiss on his lips with a smile.

“‘M sorry, you have nice hands and they look really good rolling.” You say pulling away and looking down to watch him begin to roll up the blunt. He laughs, following your gaze.

He holds it up to you, the small section of the wrap not rolled sticks up out of the blunt. “Do the honors..” he says, nodding to the blunt. You look to him and smile, knowing exactly what he wants you to do. Your tongue darts out of your lips to run against the expanse of the wrap that was sticking up, wetting it.

As you do it you can feel his eyes on you, watching your mouth and tongue closely. He hums in approval as you finish, folding the flap over and sealing the blunt.

He takes the lighter from off of the rolling tray, flicking it and dragging the tip of the flame over the blunt, drying the part you licked and sealing it.

He transfers the blunt to one hand, the other wraps itself around you, caging you into him. He adjusts himself, leaning back more, guiding you with him to lay back on his chest. As he does it you can feel his cock drag against your back. You feel filthy about it, you can tell he’s not even hard, and all you’re thinking about is his dick against your back.

Your thoughts are cut short when you slowly start to feel the swelling of the start of an erection in his jeans. You sigh with a soft laugh thankful you’re not the only one who’s so worked up.

He nuzzles his cheek against your hair as his leans his arms forward more, lighting the blunt. You relax into him, he’s so warm, you think. Your eyes flick back to the TV, watching whatever was going on in the show as he takes the first hit.

The blunt is soon put infront of your lips, all you have to do is pick your head up the slightest bit. You wrap your lips around the blunt and inhale, leaning back on his chest as you blow the smoke upwards.

His hand that doesn’t hold the blunt moves under your shirt, his fingertips dancing along your the skin of your stomach in light motions.

He passes it back to you again, you repeat the same motions and take a slow inhale, exhaling the smoke in a slow plume of smoke. You can feel your body becoming lighter, a warmth rushing over your insides as your eyelids become heavy. “You really did bring the good shit.” You say with a laugh, your eyes rolling back to look at him behind you.

“I don’t lie about my product.” He says taking a hit himself, his hand traveling farther up your shirt and resting just under your bra, his thumb rubbing circles on the center of your sternum. You nod, can’t argue with that. “Glad you like it.” He adds, blowing out the smoke then placing a kiss on the top of your head.

His hips cant upwards, dragging his hardening cock along your back, you can’t help but to whine and try to grind your hips back onto him. His hand resting under your bra moves down your stomach and down your pubic bone. His fingers dance along your inner thighs as he places the blunt back in front of your face.

You take your hit, holding it in for a bit before releasing your breath. His hands inch inwards, his fingers dancing along your clothed cunt, ghosting over you in feather light touches that begins to make a bubbling warmth in your build in your lower stomach.

You bite your lip, holding in a moan as you jerk your hips into his touch. His palm rests on your pubic bone as his fingers rub up and down your pussy over the fabric of your clothes.

“Take your pants off, pretty.” He hums, hitting the blunt, watching as you quickly grip the waist band of your pants, lift your hips and pull them down and off your legs, throwing them to the side. You go to do the same thing with your panties when he stops you. “I didn’t say take those off.” He scolds. You whimper and nod, your bottom lip catching in your teeth as you settle back down.

His eyes train onto your panties. They’re lace with a cute little bow on the front. Similar to the ones you had on when he first met you. He smiles fondly at the memory, his hand returning to your lower stomach. His fingers dance along the lace top of your panties, gripping at the fabric and pulling up. It creates a delicious drag along your clit that has your head falling back against his chest.

He repeats the motion a couple times before letting the fabric go, his fingers moving further downwards to dance along your clit over your panties. He lets out a low laugh, feeling how wet your panties have already gotten, your arousal beginning to leak through the fabric. “Already so excited to see me…” he says.

You shiver, the way he says it you can tell he’s not talking to you- he’s talking to your pussy.

It has you whining and gyrating your hips against his hand. He slaps his hand against your cunt, each time his hand connects you jump.

You can’t take it, you quickly sit up, turning around on your knees to face fim, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. It’s a mess of tongue and teeth as he kisses you back, his tongue exploring your mouth with a determination that has you spinning.

As the kiss continues to get more heated you feel him guide you backwards by your hips, the lit blunt hanging loosely between the fingers of his left hand. He guides you up, allowing both of you to sit up on your knees. He still towers over you, having to bend his back to lean and continue the kiss. His hands are all over you in a frenzy, yours soon following.

As your mouths move together, your hands run up his shirt, lightly scratching at his abdomen. He sighs into the kiss you can feel his stomach tense under your touch. When you move your back down his stomach and to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it, he pulls back- placing the blunt in his mouth and tilting it down. His hands grip the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side of your room. He removes the blunt from his mouth and attaches his lips right back on yours

Your hands move along his bare chest and stomach, feeling all of him. The heat of his bare skin under your palms has you whining into the kiss. Soon he’s mimicking your motion, free hand crawling up your shirt to grope at your breasts over your bra.

This time you pull away, pulling your shirt over your head and reaching back to unhook your bra- attaching your lips right back on his in a rush. You can feel him chuckle into your mouth at your equal enthusiasm.

His hand returns to your chest, his hand splaying over the plush of your breast before kneading it. His fingers pinch at your nipple, pulling at it as he breaks away from the kiss. As he releases your nipple, he watches as your breast jiggles when it drops back into place.

His chest is heaving, his tongue wetting his lips as he looks you over. “You had no idea how bad I missed your lips…missed you.” He mumbles, his free hand not holding the still smoking blunt runs up your waist. It makes you shiver. “You could have come by sooner…” you pout.

He laughs, his hand coming up to cup your face “I know, I would if I could have. But I’m here now and you’re not getting rid of me.” You smile and lean into his hand, turning your face to kiss his palm.

As he watches you nuzzle into his palm, he lifts his other hand holding the blunt to his mouth and takes a long inhale. His hand on your face moves to the back of your neck, pulling you forward into an open mouth kiss, letting the smoke rain into your mouth. You inhale and melt into him, your hands finding purchase on his abdomen.

He pulls back from the kiss, smoke still swirling between your mouths when he feels your hands trail down his stomach and begin to work at the button of his pants. His hand that doesn’t hold the blunt catches your wrists. The size difference has you whimpering. His one hand is large enough to encase both your wrists, stopping you from getting what you wanted.

“As much as I love the way your mouth feels around my cock, tonight’s all about you sweet girl.” He hums, pushing you by the wrists so you sit back up on your knees, giving him enough space to mirror your position.

He raises from his sitting position on the bed to sitting on his knees, pulling you back forward by your wrists. Your breasts press against his chest, his hand still holding your wrists together and down in between the two of you. He brings his other hand up to his mouth, taking a long drag from the blunt.

In the low light of your room the cherry of the blunt burns a vibrant red-orange hue, lighting up his face in an upward light. He’s so handsome it’s downright sickening. You can’t help but stare. His eyes never stray from yours as he moves his hand back down to his side. He blows the smoke out. His eyes are hooded, tinged red and hazy.

He guides your hands up in front of his face, still held by his one hand. He places a gentle kiss on each of your palms before releasing your hands hand passing the blunt back to you.

You take the blunt- frozen. Your mouth hung open. “Hit it.” He says nodding to the blunt. When you don’t move he returns his hand to your one wrist and guides your own hand to your mouth. You finally hit the blunt, inhaling. “There you go…” he hums with a grin.

When you begin to blow out the smoke his hands grab your waist and spin you around, throwing you down onto your bed- head sinking into the plush pillows. You let out a squeak of surprise, your hand that holds the blunt lying limply out to your side, wrist quirked up so the lit end wouldn’t touch any of the fabric on your bed. He’s hovering over you, between your legs with a smirk.

He pulls back, sitting back on his heels, removing a black hair tie that’s around his wrist. In a quick moment, in motions that are practiced, his hair is put up in a small pony tail. It’s half up and half down, small hairs falling out around his face that refused to stay up in the elastic.

It was so fucking hot.

You must have been staring, mouth agape, because he laughs. He leans back down, hand cupping your face, holding your cheek to make you look at him. “That hot to you?” He says with a grin. You don’t answer, just looking at him with a doe eyed look that has his cock growing even more.

His hand taps your cheek a couple times, bringing you back out of your daze. “C’mon you’re a big girl, use your words.” He taunts, but you know it’s also an order as he returns his hand to cup your face and give your face a harsh squeeze.

“F-fuck yes it is…” you say with a smile, a breathless laugh and a nod, reaching up to his face and pulling him down to you. You kiss him with a fury, one that takes him off guard for a split second before he’s kissing you back with just as much fever. His teeth nip at your bottom lip, your mouth falling open in response. He sucks on your tongue in a dexterous manner. It has you whining into his mouth and arching your back off the bed, pressing your chest into him.

He laughs into the kiss, pulling away to begin leaving opened mouth kisses along your neck. His teeth leaving marks that blossom along your skin in his wake. He kisses down your chest, his mouth sucking purple bruises on the swell of one of your breasts while his hand reaches up to envelope the other one in his girl.

You’re helpless under him, a panting mess the feeling of his tongue along your skin only leaves your panties to become even wetter, beginning to stick to your cunt, the fabric several shades darker that what it’s supposed to be.

His warm mouth engulfs your nipple, tongue circling around it in a methodical pattern, teeth grazing over it every so often. When he feels your hips begin to thrust into the air, a desperate attempt for your cunt to get any sort of simulation, his own hips thrust into the mattress of your bed, rubbing his stiff, clothed cock against the plush bedding.

His teeth pull your nipple, letting it go with a ‘pop’ as he begins to kiss down your stomach. He stops when he gets to the top of your panties, pulling away to sit up and look at you.

He takes all of you in, his eyes moving over you slowly, looking over each one of the red bite marks and blooming purple bruises that litter your skin. His hands run up your waist, growling at how small you look under his grasp. His hands squeeze your waist as he speaks, “I’ve been thinking about the taste of your pussy since that time at the house party….” He says, his eyes still tracing over your body.

You can’t help but bite your lip at his words, your chest heaving with a large breath. “You know how fucking hard I had to beat my dick after I cleaned your cum off my fingers just to think straight again?” He admits through a hissing tone, his hands squeezing your waist hard enough to make you whine before letting up.

You look up at him with pleading eyes, your cunt practically making a pool on the sheets below you, coating your inner thighs in a shining mess. You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off, “and I just know…” he drawls on, his hands returning down to your hips, gripping your panties, pulling the fabric away from your flesh, “that a cute thing like you has a perfect pussy to match.” He finishes, snapping the elastic back against your skin. It makes you jump and arch into him.

He laughs at your reaction, running his hands over the stinging skin to soothe it before he grips the fabric once again. This time, he pulls it down, you lift your hips off the bed to help him pull the lace down and over your ass. He laughs, watching as strings of your arousal that are connecting your cunt to your panties eventually snap.

When he pulls the cloth fully off of you he slides his hands up your thighs, slowly pushing them open, putting you on display for him.

He sucks in a breath and lets out a low, feral sounding growl, as he looks at your bare cunt for the first time. “Ohhh….” He coos, his hands massaging your thighs, “and I was right…look at you…” he hums, his eyes flicking up to look at your face. When he sees you’re not looking at him, but instead bashfully looking to the side, he leans forward, bringing one of his hands from your thigh up to face, “Look at me.” He demands, turning your head forward so you were forced to look at him, “There you are sweet girl…” he says when you meet his eyes. “Want you to watch.” He adds leaning in and placing a slow kiss on your lips.

You obey, watching him sink down and begin trailing soft kisses from your navel, down your stomach, down your pubic bone then placing one last kiss on your clit.

When his hands adjusted to wrap around your thighs and he licked his lips, getting his first taste of you tonight, he was in heaven. He’s on your pussy immediately, his tongue working over the expanse of your pussy with no real set motion- he was just tasting you.

He was eating you like a man starved, like the arousal you secreted was the water he needed to live. Like a man drunk on the finest, most expensive liquor, he was slurping you into his mouth with a newfound desire.

When his tongue enveloped your clit in a long flat stripe, you cry out for him, your knuckles turning white from the grip you had on your sheets. He begins to suck your clit in and out of his mouth, any time it passes the soft, plushness of his lips, his tongue was on it in languid flicks. It’s all so much, it has your body twitching with pleasure, your body trying to move back on the bed, like you’re trying to run from the pleasure he’s giving you.

“None of that.” He growls, pulling you back to him by your hips. “No running away.” He says, emphasizing his words by licking a wide stripe up your pussy. “I’ve waited too long to taste your fucking cunt, and I’m going to take my time with you.” He says, looking up at you from between your thighs. His eyes are shadowed by his lashes but the hungry glint in his eyes is impossible to miss. His large hands trail upward to the crease of your thighs, pushing them open.

He dives back in, like a man starved. His tongue circles your clit in slow movements. The slurping sounds he’s making is straight up pornographic. He’s dragging it out in an almost sadistic slowness, twisting his tongue in skilled figure eight motions along your clit. He pulls back, sucking your clit into his mouth before releasing it with an obscene ‘pop’ of his mouth. The motion has your back arching up like a cat, your hips desperately chasing his mouth.

He pushes you back down, his hands gripping at your thighs, leaving crescent shaped imprints where his fingernails dug into your flesh. “You’re wasting the blunt.” He says, a wicked grin on his face. You don’t even register what he’s saying, your eyes closed and your head thrown back. But the feeling of his heavenly tongue does not return, he’s not resuming.

You open your eyes and look down at him. He’s looking up at you like a snake ready to have its meal. “The blunt. You’re wasting it.” He repeats, nodding over to the blunt that hangs limply in your hand.

Oh the blunt. You completely forgot about it with the way his tongue was working against you. “I-“ your voice cracks, it’s shameful and you can do nothing to hide it. “I-It’s a little hard to hit it…” you manage to get out. He shrugs, resting his chin on your tummy. “And you’re wasting it.” He says simply, his grin widening.

You suck in a shuddering breath, bending your arm and bringing the blunt to your lips. He nods slowly. You wrap your lips around the blunt and begin to inhale.

His hands move under your legs, lifting your hips the slightest bit so he can wrap his hands around the tops of your plush thighs, yanking you down the bed and back onto his mouth. He resumes, his mouth enveloping your pussy in a shameless manner. You whine around the blunt, it’s a muffled sound that has him chuckling against you. The vibrations of his laugh only add to the sensations causing you to grind your hips onto his tongue.

He hums against you, watching you carefully as you exhale the smoke, your head falling backwards against the pillows. Your moans ring out through your bedroom, only making him more excited.

Your moans to him are like an instant drug rush, like a violent high that crashes into him- causing him to pull you into his tongue. And when his tongue pushes its way into your velvety walls, you cry out a wanton sound that has him humping your mattress.

You knew the drill- not wanting him to stop you bring your shakey hand to your mouth and take another drag of the blunt. The weed only causing the feeling of his tongue to become even more formidable.

Humming around your clit in approval, his tongue worked around you, lowering itself to your entrance and twisting around it teasingly. He tried to restrain himself, he really did, but the way you squeezed around the tip of his tongue had him diving straight into your cunt. You tasted like the sweetest honey- squeezing around his tongue in pulsing movements, dripping more and more of your essence onto his wet muscle. He moans into your pussy. His eyes rolling back into his head as he swears your cunt is sucking his tongue in, never wanting to let go.

You whine as he pulls away. Your pussy exposed to the cold air of the room. He stares down at your cunt, his mouth and chin glistening with your arousal.

His hands release his grip on your thighs, pulling themselves from under you and splaying themselves on your inner thighs. One of his hands removes itself from your thigh, rubbing along the entirety of your cunt. He’s truly just playing with you, watching as sticky webs of your wetness cling to his fingers and the lips of your pussy. Every movement making a raunchy squelching sound. And all you can do is just moan and writhe under him.

And his eyes are still trained on your cunt. His head turning and lowering, resting his cheek on your thigh, hot breath fanning against your pussy as he simply admires how wet you are. “Such a pretty pussy…” he mumbles, more to himself than you.

His thumbs rub along your labia, spreading the mess of your own arousal and his spit. You moan out suddenly when his thumbs spread you open. It’s shameful, and debauched. “So wet f’me, huh?” He says his eyes flicking back up to you. His hand lifting from you and spreading his ringed fingers, showing how your wetness webs between his fingers. You nod frantically, your hips bucking up into the air desperate for more simulation.

His eyes flick back down to your cunt, hands retuning to their spot, spreading you wide open for him. Watching as your pussy helplessly clenches around nothing, pupils dilating even more when he watches a thick trail of your wetness drip out of you. Thumbs still keeping your thighs back and cunt spread open, he dives back in, his tongue collecting the creamy bead of arousal on his tongue before licking up to your clit with a loud slurp. You cry out, your moans like a song to him.

He pulls back, making a show of swallowing. You’re embarrassed, being so spread out like this. His thumbs are massaging in and out of your opening, spreading you even more before removing themselves, repeating the motion over and over. Your thighs fight against his hands. He immediately lifts himself up more, pushing your legs back down in a harsh movement.

“You better fuckin’ keep your legs open.” He warns. You bite your lip and nod, your body twitching under his hold, but you keep your legs open. His hand slide back to your inner thighs, thumbs resuming their prior placement of spreading your cunt wide open for him. Your dripping hole and puffy clit on full display.

You watch as he sucks his teeth, purses his lips and spits directly on your cunt. You can’t help but let out an obscene whine, eyes rolling in to the back of your head. He’s back on your pussy in an instant, tongue moving around the entrance of your cunt before pushing back into your gummy walls.

You scream out in pleasure, your hands reaching down to grip at his scalp. When your fingernails scratch at his skin, pulling at his hair he moans into you, moving with more vigor.

He settles back intro the bed, arms going back under your thighs and wrapping his hands around them, pulling you impossibly closer to his mouth. He shakes his head in your cunt pulling back with his tongue lolled out of his mouth for breath. “Taste so fucking good…” he murmurs against your pussy, licking a stripe up the entirety of you for emphasis, pulling back again “Could eat you all fuckin’ day…”, he says his fingers reaching across your pubic bone and circling his fingers against your clit.

You cry out and twitch against his hand, you wanted to…no, needed to cum. You pull at his hair, trying to bring his mouth back onto your pussy but he resists. His eyes move from watching your pussy drip for him to watching your flushed face. “You know better than that…” he says in a low warning, the look on his face alone is enough to remind you of his earlier remarks.

Use your words

“Please N-Nam-Gyu”, you stutter out, “I need to cum. Please, your m-mouth, your f-fingers, any-Oh! Fuck!”you’re cut of when he replaces his still fingers with his mouth, his lips wrapping around your clit, tongue flicking at the sensitive bud in soft, fast motions. Your head falls back onto the pillows, your chest heaving with heavy, panting breaths.

The hand that was just playing with your clit slides off your thigh, his leaving a wet trail of your arousal around the flesh as he pulls his hand back. His fingers circle your entrance, two digits slip in easily. He moans against your clit as he feels the sweet, warm, grip of your cunt around his fingers. “So tight…” He murmurs against your clit.

His fingers work expertly, thrusting into you and curling up, the motion making lewd squelching sounds every time he was knuckles deep inside of you. His tongue never let up, switching between licking at your clit and sucking it into his mouth. “Squeezing’ my fingers so hard…” he words muffled by your cunt, “You gonna even be able to take my cock?” He mocks, scissoring his fingers inside you for emphasis. It has you moaning in pitch and tone that you didn’t even think you were capable of emitting.

His fingers switch back to the repetitive curling motion that has you seeing stars. When his fingers curl up in just the right way, you keen over, curling up and pressing his face into your cunt with a loud squeal “oh fuck! Right there!” You cry out, flopping back down onto the bed breathlessly.

He hums into your pussy, fingers never moving from where you needed them most. With every stroke of that soft spongy spot inside of you, you’re coming closer to your orgasm.

You feel like you can’t even think straight, your vision is hazy. All you can do is grind down onto his fingers and tongue. “You gonna cum on my tongue?” He says, looking up at you, his lips brushing against your clit as he speaks. “I can feel your squeezing my fingers. Gonna make a mess f’me?” He speaks against your cunt. You nod frantically, hips jerking violently against his tongue. “S-shit…” you cry through clenched teeth, it felt so fucking good, you bite your lip and manage to moan out a “Uh-huh,” as you feel yourself about to cum.

His pace speeds up, it’s a violent onslaught of pleasure that has you orgasm wracking through your body violently. You can hear your cum gush out of you, a pornographic, sloshing sound. He chuckles against you, quickly removing his fingers and replacing them with his mouth, his tongue working you through your orgasm, drinking up every last drop of your cum that gushes out of you.

You writhe against his face, twitching against the bed, your breath coming out in choked gasps. You have pull his head away by his hair to get him to stop. When you look down you whine, the view just has you ready to cum again right then.

His head is held up by your hands entangled in his dark hair, the ponytail he put his hair in was disheveled, his tongue was lolled out of his mouth, like he was trying to return to begging tongue deep in your pussy, his saliva and your cum dripping off the tip of his tongue and pooling in a sinful puddle on your pubic bone. He grins, his eyes hooded and pupils blown.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” He coos, his breath tickling your pussy causing you to twitch again. You nod, brushing his hair that has fallen out of the elastic tie, out of his face. “Mhm…felt so fuckin’ good.” You praise him. He smiles, his lips, chin, nose, and even his neck are coated in your cum.

He sits up, walking his hands up the bed on each side of you until he’s hovering over your face. “Want you to taste yourself.” He says as he lowers his face, kissing you without giving you time to respond. You moan into the kiss, tasting yourself own cum on his lips. Your hands come to cradle each side of his face, pulling I’m impossibly closer to you, your mouth opening to accept his tongue excitedly.

He adjusts himself so he’s back on his knees, his hands pulling your hips up onto his. Your back is lifted partially off the bed. He’s hunched over to continue kissing you, his jean clad erection beginning to grind into your pussy.

He continues his movements, moaning into your mouth. In his head he scolds himself, it’s shameful how much dry humping is effecting him. He swears he could cum in his pants then and there as he can feel the wetness of your pussy soak not only through his jeans but his boxers the longer he continues the slow grind of his hips into you.

He has to pull away, pulling away from you to stand up off the bed and rid himself of his pants and boxers. He’s back on the bed in an instant, slotting himself exactly where he just was. He pushes your thighs back, putting you on perfect display for him.

His cock rests heavy against your cunt. He draws his hips back, his hand holding the base of his dick as he slaps it once, twice, three times against your pussy. Each time you jump, your bottom lip becoming caught between your teeth as you whine, wanting more of him.

He’s doesn’t grant you that solace though instead he runs his cock through your folds, his fat cock-head bumping against your puffy clit. “You were squeezing the life out of my two fingers…” he muses, watching the way his cock splits your pussy lips open everytime he thrusts his hips forward. “It will be a miracle if my cock can fit inside you..” he hums with a condescending tone, the head of his dick just barely pressing into you before pulling back and resuming to rub against you.

You let out a soft moan , not being able to hold it in any more. “Hmm…” he moans “You sound so cute.” He praises, his eyes never straining from where you to meet. “I can take it. I will.” You say desperate, sitting up to look down to see his view. And when you do, you let out a wanton moan that has cock jumping.

“Yeah you will..” He lets out in a low rasp as he begins to push his cock into you. It’s a stretch that has you arching your back off the bed like a cat. When the fat head of his cock sinks all the way into you, you both let out a loud, blissful sigh.

Not even half way in and your pussy is milking his dick for all it’s worth. He shudders, beginning to think he might not even fit inside you if you’re squeezing him this hard. “Sweetheart…” he slurs, his eyes closed and eyebrows screwed together in concentration. “Ya’ gotta relax…you’re choking my dick.” He says in a strangled voice, sinking in just a bit more.

His eyes open to look down at where he’s sinking into your weeping pussy. His hand splaying on top of your pubic bone, his thumb reaching down to rub circles on your clit. A moan is forced out of you at the sensation, your cunt relaxing, causing him to slip in half way. Your moans come out and echo each other. Feeling half his cock being surrounded by your spasming tightness has him letting out a choked wine and falling over you, his hand catching himself, falling next to his head.

“You are so fucking tight.” He hisses, dropping down onto his elbow so he can lower his head to the crook of your neck. You can hear his labored breath tenfold now, his nose right under your ear. He draws his hips back, letting out a low moan as he feels how you squeeze around him- like your cunt is trying to suck him back in. He thrusts his hips back forward, sinking further into you.

You writhe against him, whining a pathetic mix of his name and pleading for him to just fuck you. When your hands remove themselves from gripping the sheets and reach up to wrap around his back, nails digging into his shoulders and your legs wrap around him, heels digging into his lower back- he drives his hips back once more, roughly thrusting his hips forward and finally bullying his cock balls deep into your cunt.

You let out a choked moan of his nails dragging down his back. You can hear him moan a low “Fuuuuckkk.” Before grinding his pelvis into your ass, basking in the feeling of being fully inside you.

You can’t help but pant out sharp rapid breaths, you feel so full. “Oh my god…” you whine out, eyes rolling to the back of your skull when he continues the slow grind of his hips. “Y-you’re s-so fucking b-big.” You sob out. He kisses your neck a few times before sitting back up. He watches how your lips are parted, eyes rolled back in your head, your chest heaving like it’s too much- but you still take it.

“I know, princess…I know..” he says with almost a chuckle at how you struggle to take him but you’re so set on doing so. He leans down to kiss you, you feebly kiss back as best you can even when you can’t stop moaning. He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting on yours as he draws his hips back and begins to set a brutal pace of hammering his cock into your cunt.

He keeps his forehead against yours, wanting to feel the way your breath jumps with each thrust. His bottom lip catches between his teeth when he feels your nails continue to rake down his back.

You manage to open your eyes for a brief second, the view above you is absolutely sinful. His hair has long since fallen out of the ponytail, the strands falling and framing his face and covering you in a shadow. The silver chain that hung around his neck dangled over you, swaying with each thrust of his hips. Your eyes dart to either side of you- to his arms that are planted on either side of your head. His biceps are large the muscles flexing. Tattoos litter his forearms and upper arms. You try to make a mental note to look at them later in more detail because you can hardly keep your eyes open- eventually losing the fight. Your eyes roll back as a loud moan falls from your lips as his cock continues to ruin your pussy.

He pushes himself up once more, leaning back to look down at your cunt. He growls under his breath when he sees the white ring of your arousal that is collecting at the base of his dick. He watches as he spears his thick dick into you. He thinks then that the sight of your cunt stretched open obscenely wide around his cock will forever be one of his favorite views.

His hands grip your hips, pulling you to meet every one of his harsh thrusts. It’s a force that has your bed creaking. You feel the warmth building in your lower abdomen, a white hot feeling expanding in the deepest parts of your cunt. Your moans only get louder and higher pitched, your hands reaching up to grope at your own tits.

When he sees this, his eyes “Nasty fuckin’ bitch…you’re close huh?” He says with a sadistic lilt to his voice. Hits one that has your eyebrows upturning into a desperate state, your head nodding, “Y-yes, fuck yes.” You whine out, your hips beginning to gyrate as he thrusts into you, never letting up.

He increases his pace. It’s a hot, sticky mess. You can hear it each time his balls slap against your ass. One hand removes itself from your hip, his fingers coming to play with your clit as he continues his brutal pace. He moans, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he feels you clench even harder around him.

“You gonna make a mess on my cock?” He asks, turning his head back down to look at you and your frantic nod. He watches as you try to speak but are cut off pathetically by your whines. “Do it, come on, pretty girl. Wanna feel you cum.” He says, his fingers working faster on your clit.

It doesn’t take long before you snap, letting out a high pitched, choked scream. You cum, and you cum hard. “Fuck! M’cumming….holy fuck!” You nearly screech, your back arching high off the bed, hips pushing down into him like you could never have him deep enough. He lets out a strangled moan as he feels you spasm around him, rocking his cock into you to allow you to ride out your orgasm.

When you come back to earth, he’s kissing around your face. “You okay? Did I break you?” He says, kissing the corner of your mouth. You giggle and reach up to hold his face, turning him to kiss you properly. “M’okay…was s’good.” You slur against his lips, still in the blissful aftermath of your orgasm.

He laughs “Well that’s good…” he says, it sounds like he’s going to say more but he doesn’t. He hums, pulling his still hard cock out of you. You shut your eyes and wince as he does, the emptiness feeling odd. When you open your eyes he’s sitting back on his heels, looking at his cock that was covered in your cum. You let out a soft whimper when you watch him begin to fist his dick, his wrist twisting up and down- using your cum and lube. “….because we’re not done.” He says, his eyes darting back to you, finally finishing his sentence.

Your eyes widen and you have no time to register before he’s manhandling you onto your hands and knees. His hand pressing your back into an arch.

He kneels behind you, his hands massaging the globes of your ass as he admires your position. One of his thumbs trail inwards, rubbing a light circle on your clit, it has you whining, jerking away from his touch. “‘M sensitive.” You plead, looking back at him over your shoulder.

“Oh I know..” he murmurs, his thumb repeating the motion, but this time you arch into his touch. He laughs, “but look, you’re still so needy…” he says tilting his head mockingly. He fists the base of his cock, rubbing it between your folds.

“All that time you spend dancing on me…grinding your ass back on me….” He lists, dragging his dick up and down, up and down, collecting your cum and arousal on the tip of his dick, “…what I was really thinking about was bending your over and fucking you from behind like the whore you are for me.” He growls, canting his hips forward in a brutal motions, sinking all the way into you.

You moan out into the pillow, eyes rolling back into your head. hands fisting the soft fabric, bunching it into your grip as if it will ground you.

His hips slam into you at a brutal pace, the backs of your thighs and his pelvis coated with your arousal. Every thrust makes a sticky sound and as he pulls back it connects your skin to his in white strings. You cry into the pillow, his cock stretching your pussy in ways you didn’t think was possible. “So fuckin messy..” he hisses, pulling you back on his cock to meet his thrusts.

He’s so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach “F-fuck…o-oh my god…” you whine out, hands reaching back, trying to push on his stomach, it was so much. He scoffs at your weak attempt, the scoff turning into a groan as he feels your nails rake down his stomach. Even though you try to push him away, your cunt pulls him back in a vice like grip.

You moan into the pillow, arching your back further as incoherent babbles of ‘more’ and ‘please’ fall from your lips, your hands still pushing him away in a conflicting battle. He was really fucking you stupid.

He grips both your wrists, crossing your arms behind your back and keeping them pinned there with one hand. He pulls you up, your shoulder blades touching his bare chest. His other hand comes up to grip your throat.

As he hooks his chin over your shoulder, he thrusts once more into your cunt, balls slapping against the plush of your ass before he stills, beginning to roll his hips in a slow, a deep grind. Your breath hitches, truly feeling all of him inside you.

“Look at that…..” He says his breath tickling your ear. “Taking all of me so well…” He says, squeezing your throat just a bit harder. “Every. Fuckin. Inch.” He growls out, punctuating every word with a thrust of his hips, bullying his cock even deeper into you.

“N-Nam-Gyu…h-holy shit.” You cry out, grinding your hips back into him, wanting more. He laughs at your desperation. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to fuck you….” He rasps. “Be inside this tight cunt..” He tightens his grip on your throat, just enough to cut off a bit of air.

You clench around him, the feeling cutting off his words. He falters, pulling you into him with a whine of his own. “Fucking Christ, you’re gonna kill me pretty girl…” he says, his lips attacking your neck, his hips resuming their movement.

He fucks up into you, your cunt making wet squelching sounds with each thrust. You can feel him moan and pant against your neck as his lips kiss along your jugular. His hand releases your neck and the other one, your wrists. His hands come up under your arms to run up your stomach and to your breasts.

His nose runs along your neck as he continues to fuck you. Every breath he takes, every groan that falls from his lips is right next to your ear. His hair that falls from the small ponytail tickles your shoulders. “I can feel you creamin’ all over me….so fucking wet.” He growls, his hands gripping at your tits, massaging the flesh as he continues to ruin your cunt.

It was all so, so, so much. It felt overwhelmingly good and his filthy praises only helped to make it so much better. Choked out whines and moans fall from your lips, you’re sure you’re drooling too. “All f’me huh?” He asks. You can’t even respond as his cock keeps hitting the soft spongy spot inside of your cunt that has you seeing stars.

He laughs at the lack of your response, his hands dropping your breasts and pushing you back down into the pillows by your waist. One of his hands immediately finds itself running up the back of your neck and entangling itself into a tight fist in your hair- shoving your face into the pillows as he slams his cock into you. “Awh c‘mon now…” he mocks, “I’ve hardly started and you’re already fucked stupid.” He says, his eyes trained on the way you throw your ass back to his pelvis in time with his thrusts.

He suddenly pulls out, one hand still in your hair- holding to cheek to the pillow, the other massaging the flesh of your ass. You whine at the loss of feeling, your cunt spasming around nothing desperately. “W-what…p-please!” You cry out, trying your best to turn to look at him.

He pouts, but it just as quickly turns into a wicked grin. “Thought I broke ya sweetheart. You couldn’t even answer me…not sure you can take it…” He teased, it’s evil, downright sadistic.

He removes his hand from your hair, sitting back on his heels. Both his hands are on your ass, squeezing and releasing the plush flesh before spreading you open to get a perfect view of your cunt. Red, puffy, and messy with arousal it’s a sight that makes his cock twitch.

“N-no! I can take it I swear!” You plead looking over your shoulder. You watch as he licks his lips while looking at your pussy then divert his gaze up to your face. “Then answer me.” He says demanding his answer.

Your lips part to answer but you’re cut off by his thumbs rubbing over the sides of your pussy, stopping at your clit to rub small circles, a moan coming out in place of an answer. “I guess I have to repeat myself…” he muses with a chuckle, “You’re this wet all for me, hm?” He repeats.

“Yes! All for you! F-fuck, s’all for you.” You whine, your hips pushing back into his hands. He laughs to himself, spreading your cunt wider, muttering an “I know.”, his smirk audible, before dipping his head lower and attaching his mouth to your cunt, tongue diving into your warm walls before removing itself to play with your clit.

Before you can even push your hips back he sits up, running one of his hands up the curve of your ass before resting on your hip. The other holds the base of his cock, running his weeping head along your pussy.

You arch your back further, trying to push yourself back into him. He sinks into you , but only a few inches before pulling out, repeating the motion a couple times as he watches your cunt hold the shape of his cock, stretched open, before clenching around nothing. “You want it so bad, huh?” He pouts in a condescending tone and you nod your head, whining each time his tip enters you, stretching you before pulling out.

“Please! Please! Oh my god, I need it.” You plead as he slowly sinks even more of his cock into you. It’s a slow pace, one that has you convulsing and mewling.

“I’ve dreamt of being in this sweet fucking cunt since I saw you….I’m going to make sure you feel every inch…” he says sinking into your weeping pussy just a bit more, “every vein,” he says pushing in even deeper, “going to ruin your cunt for anyone else who even thinks to try and get with you.” He growls out, sinking balls deep into you finally.

You grip the pillows, you’re sure you probably ripped the fabric. You cry out a wanton moan feeling so entirely full. His thrusts are brutal and he’s relentless.

When his hand reaches around and begins to play with your clit you can’t help but to desperately throw your hips back in time with his thrust. His other hand removes itself from your hip. “Go on now…” he urges, watching how you keep up the movements he ceased, fucking yourself back on to him “That’s it….fuck!” He growls out, watching each time your ass connects with his pelvis.

You can feel yourself getting closer to your third orgasm of the night and the feeling is overwhelming. You keep crying out, your hips moving back on his in sloppy, jittery movements. You wanted to cum again so bad but you just couldn’t without him brutally thrusting into your cunt.

He seems to realize this and he chuckles darkly, he replaces his one hand on your hip, the other dancing along your clit in patterns that have your body jerking against him. “Wanna cum so bad don’t you…” he coos, leaning over you, his hips beginning to rock softly into you.

You cry out, nodding into the pillows. “Poor thing….”, he chides, “can’t do it without me helping you, huh?” He says, his breath fanning over the back of your neck, lips dancing along the shell of your ear.

“P-please.” You whimpered out, trying to turn your neck to look at him. He smiles, your begging only spurring him on to increase the force of his thrusts. They become hard and slow, dragging the length of his cock slowly out of your cunt with a moan of his own. “F-fuck…please! N-nam-Guy, p-please!” You cry out.

That seems to do the trick. The wanton plan of your name has him groaning and sitting back up from hovering over you. His hips drive into you at a force that has you surging forward and your eyes rolling back.

You can hear the filthy squelching sound of your pussy each time he bullies his cock into your tight entrance. His fingers that were on your clit messily dragging your arousal around. “Come on princess. I can feel you squeezing me, need to feel you cum again.” He growls through gritted teeth.

All you can do is nod and cry, your orgasm creeping up over you in a large tidal wave that you have no hope of fighting off. When his cock starts to hammer the spot inside you that has you choking out a cry of his name, his fingers rapidly drawing circles on your clit, you break.

You cum with a loud moan of his name, your cunt spasming around him so tightly that he is hurled towards his own orgasm without warning. He lets out a gasping moan of your name, driving his hips into yours with one final thrust and cumming deep inside you.

The force of your own orgasm has you shaking around him, clear liquid evidence of your orgasm is forced out of you, coating his cock and pelvis with your cum.

He lets our strangled breaths as you milk his cock for everything he had, his hips rolling into yours softly as you both ride out your highs.

You feel so good but so weak, you’re sure you would have collapsed onto the bed in a boneless heap if it wasn’t for his arm around your midsection keeping you up.

You sigh as you feel him lean down and place kisses up your spine and up the back of your neck. “Did so good f’me.” He mumbles breathlessly against the back of your ear. “Mhm..” you whine in response, shivering against him.

He slowly pulls out of you, his arm staying wrapped under you to keep upright. You nearly sob at the feeling of his cock pulling out of your pussy and his cum that drips out of your red and puffy cunt.

You hear him hiss, watching it. He’s addicted. His fingers lift up, catching the trail of his cum drilling out of your cunt that threatens to drop to your sheets. Smearing it around your pussy, his fingers dipping in to your entrance to fuck the rest of it back into you with a few slow pumps.

You whine, so utterly overstimulated. He shushes you, “I know, sweet thing..”, he says pulling his fingers from you and leaning into place a kiss on your clit. “Couldn’t let you be so wasteful…” he murmurs against your pussy before pulling back.

He sits back up, leaning over you. “I’m gonna help you turn around okay?” He says softly, you nod weakly in response. He carefully pulls you onto your back and laying you down on the bed. You don’t even realize he departed from the bed and went to the bathroom for a towel before he’s wiping you both down, discarding the towel and returning back to the bed near to you.

“I really did a number on ya, huh?” He says, his elbow propped up on the pillow and his chin on his palm. You’re lying on your back, still haven’t moved from where he left you. You narrow your eyebrows and pout, a fake scowl. He laughs at your pathetic attempt at seeming mad, your laugh soon echoing his and it has his chest swelling with an electric warmth.

“Yeah ya did.” You admit shamelessly, turning on your side towards him looking up at him. He laughs, “Oh, I know.” He says proudly, making you laugh again. He throws an arm over your shoulder, pulling you next to him.

He kisses your forehead, the arm around your shoulder pulling you closer. “I waited way too long for that.” You say, your head moving to rest on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat. It’s cute the way you hear it speed up when you nuzzle your head on his chest and begin to draw light patterns on his stomach.

He chuckles in response, “Well I suppose third times a charm.” He says, reaching down to pull the blankets that were piled up on the edge of your bed over the two of you- no way we’re both of yall getting up to get under the sheets and comforter.

You look up at him from your spot on his chest, a smile on your face. “And you’re staying the night? Oh what a gentleman.” You joke, cuddling closer into him. “Uh yeah…duh.” He says in a teasing tone, squeezing you into him, “and tomorrow, if you let me, I’d like to take you out to breakfast….or lunch…whenever we get up.” He says, with a small laugh, his arm now beginning to trace light shapes on your arm.

“Y-yeah I’d like that.” You say, you can’t even hide the smile in your words. “Good, now get some sleep. You’ll need it you’ll be sore in the morning.” You hit his chest at his words and he laughs, wrapping his other arm around you to cage you into him. He begins to pepper kisses along the top of your head and down to your face causing you to giggle. And he swears that’s your laugh is a sound he will never get tired of hearing.

Needless to say, you went to bed excited to see where you two went for food and what the future held for this odd partnership that was, very thankfully, catapulted into your life.

Thank you guys for all the support during this series. It is unbelievable how much love this got! I'm so excited to continue writing! I have a lot of ideas and things in the works and am so so so excited to share them with you all!!! my inbox is open for requests for one-shots or drabbles! much love <3 kiwi

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Undisclosed Desires - Part 14

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 696

Masterlist

My Joe is kind of like Netflix!Joe and also like Book!Joe, who kills people and then goes "So anyway..."

I thought you'd notice how distracted I am, considering the amount of time we've been spending together.

But no, you are fighting with your grandparents and your mother isn't answering your calls and you don't want to talk about it so I am giving you your space. It's that easy.

You are thankful. You promise you'll make it up to me later.

You don't have to make anything up to me, (Y/n). You are giving me the time I need to rid the world of a pest.

It's surprisingly easy to get Jasper alone. His polygamous relationship is unfulfilling (shocking), so he spends most of his free time running around New York with his ‘friends’, who probably wouldn't notice if I walked up and stabbed him right in front of them. His evenings consist of getting drunk at shady bars and buying drugs from shady people. It only costs me three days to figure out his entire pattern.

How this man manages to be so put-together at work every day is one of life's great mysteries.

On day four, I spend the early afternoon at a thrift shop. I buy a tracksuit that looks sufficiently used and a baseball cap that looks sufficiently new. At the end of the work day, I wait around outside your office (making sure you don't see me when you leave) for Jasper to come out.

And then I follow him.

Jasper doesn't drive. He's the kind of asshole who takes the train because he thinks it makes him look down to earth. Good thing for me, because it makes it so much easier to stay on his tail.

First, he goes home, but he only stays there for an hour. Just long enough to appease his wife. Then, he leaves again.

Tonight's shady bar is actually near your apartment, but I don't think Jasper knows that. All he knows is this is the wrong kind of neighborhood, which means it's the right kind of neighborhood for his purposes.

I really need to get you to keep your windows closed.

Jasper meets three guys outside and they all shout-greet each other and slap each other's shoulders the way these types often do, and then they go inside.

You know how you can tell that I love you, (Y/n)? I spend nearly six hours waiting inside the disgusting alley, leaning against the wall with one leg bent, foot against the brick, like drug dealers in movies do. I've got my cap pulled low over my eyes and I pretend I'm texting frantically. When the wrong people approach me, I glare at them until they walk away.

It's after midnight when Jasper stumbles outside. He is alone. He is either so drunk or so uninterested that he doesn't realize he knows me. He wants cocaine and I tell him I have some.

There's a woman smoking at the mouth of the alley, but her back is to us and it is so easy to lead Jasper around the corner to where there's a dead-end and knock him out. There are no cameras here, no doors. There is a dumpster, but nobody's going to come out and throw anything away until two am, when the bar closes.

Jasper should be grateful. He dies without anyone noticing - including himself. It's easy. Painless.

When they find his body, it will be a drug deal gone wrong and everyone will pretend they never thought something like that would happen to him even though they really did think it would. They were waiting for it. People like Jasper always end up like this in the end.

Nobody will ever think to connect either of us to his death. Why would they? You would never come to a place like this and me? I barely know the guy.

As I leave, I check my phone for texts from you. There are none because you don't know what I just did for you, so you don't know to thank me. But when you find out about Jasper's death, you will pretend to be sad and secretly thank whoever is responsible, which means you will be thanking me anyway.

[ladyhoneydarlinglove]

{one piece fic} blunt force comfort — robin & zoro

{previous chapters: nami | usopp | sanji | chopper } CONTENT WARNING: this chapter has depictions of self-harm, specifically cutting. it’s nothing graphic, but anyone who could be triggered by that might want to skip this one. i haven’t been part of the one piece fandom long enough to know if robin self-harming could be considered a controversial take, but based on my own experiences with severe to suicidal depression (including self-harm tendencies), i think it makes a lot of sense.

Rating: T Notes: takes place somewhere between Skypiea and Water 7

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There’s a strange physiology to the limbs summoned with Robin’s devil fruit powers. For all intents and purposes they function like extensions of her real body, complete with sensory feedback; temperature, texture, even pain—though the damage they take doesn’t transfer to her physically. But, for whatever reason, they don’t bleed the way that real limbs would.

Robin doesn’t remember exactly when she discovered this particular quirk that’s quite useful, in its own way. Good for things like sneaking and spying, keeping her from leaving any kind of physical trail behind. But the place that she makes the most use of it is alone, in the quiet and the dark, with a sharp knife and a heart full to bursting with pain.

See, Robin’s existence is defined by suffering. To live is to hurt, and there is no escape from it, not really. This is a fundamental truth of her world that Robin has known since she was only eight years old, watching Ohara burn for the crime of daring to seek out what others didn’t want them to know. 

The problem is, the pain she feels on a day-to-day basis is largely on the inside, where no one else can bear witness to its existence. A festering wound that only she can see, a toxic sludge born of all the tears, the anger, the screams that she can’t afford to let loose, lest it draw the attention of the World Government. And that pain will just keep building and building and building inside of her, until finally Robin can’t bear it any longer.

She read in a medical text once that when a boil becomes filled with pus, it needs to be lanced before infection sets in. So when all the pain and hurt inside her becomes too much to bear any longer, Robin will sit down, knife at the ready so she slice and slice and slice, until finally it feels like all the suffering of her existence has been made tangible.

Of course, if she tried to do that on her real body, she would have run out of space—and blood, for that matter—a long time ago. That’s where her powers come in handy; Robin can summon arm after arm, and no physical evidence will be left behind. No wounds, no blood. Just pain. Easy and clean.

She’s been doing it for years. No one else has ever known, though even if they did, Robin doubts they would have cared enough to try and stop her. It’s gotten to the point where she barely even thinks about it when the need arises, which is perhaps why Robin doesn’t take more precautions not to be caught the first time she does it onboard the Going Merry. She figures doing it in the storeroom in the middle of night when everyone else is asleep should be enough to ensure no one walks in on her, so it’s a bit of a surprise when Zoro does.

“Oh, Robin,” he says, standing in the doorway to the storeroom, holding a bottle of what Robin presumes is liquor. “What are you doing in… here…”

Robin watches as he blinks several times in rapid succession, clearly trying to process the scene in front of him, which is two blossomed limbs already cut to (bloodless) shreds sprouting from the floor, while Robin works on a third, her knife point still buried in its disembodied flesh. She doesn’t usually vanish them until she’s done, because she likes—or needs, maybe—to see the physical evidence of her handiwork. She supposes she could get rid of them now, though there doesn’t seem much point; from the bewildered frown she watches overtake his expression, Zoro’s probably already seen enough.

“What… are you doing?” he asks, an entirely uncharacteristic hesitation in his tone.

Robin smiles at him blandly, trying to be as disarming as possible. “Just a little ritual of mine,” she says lightly, like it’s nothing out of the ordinary.

“Oh.” Zoro blinks slowly. “What, uh… what… kind of ritual?”

Now it’s Robin’s turn to blink. She wasn’t actually expecting him to ask.

“Call it… a catharsis ritual,” Robin says after a moment, which is true enough.

Zoro’s frown deepens, taking on a slightly harder edge. “What kind of catharsis?”

Robin blinks again.

“I—” she begins, and suddenly her mind blanks, tripped up by the fact that Zoro is even asking. Before she can stop herself, Robin blurts out, “Pain.”

One of Zoro’s eyebrows shoots up almost comically high. “Pain?” he repeats, and there’s something in his tone that Robin hasn’t heard directed her way in a long, long time.

Concern.

Robin is suddenly, horribly, acutely aware of two things.

The first is how macabre this little ritual of hers must seem to the outside observer. The second is that despite their rough and tumble exteriors, the Straw Hat Pirates are all, at their cores, fundamentally kind people. The type of people who, when they see someone in distress, rush in to help, heedless of consequence. And Robin doesn’t want help, not for this. It’s her strange little habit, her burden of pain. Accepting help would just feel… wrong. 

(Wouldn’t it?)

“It’s not… It isn’t a bad thing,” she says hastily, feeling entirely out of her element, which does not often happen to Nico Robin. “It’s sort of like, um…” 

She casts about frantically for a metaphor Zoro might understand that will satisfy him while also stopping him from pressing any further. “When you train really hard, your muscles get sore afterwards, right?” she says after a few terribly tense moments of silence. “It hurts, but doesn’t it also feel good because you know you’ve accomplished something?”

“… Right,” Zoro says slowly, clearly not buying it. “Except that when muscles are sore after a workout, it’s because you’ve been breaking them down so that they can become even stronger. This—” He gestures at the shredded arms in front of her “—just seems like you’re trying to hurt yourself.”

There’s something about the way Zoro says it. No hesitation, no doubt; just a simple, honest, brutal truth. It cuts right through to Robin’s core, and she finds that she can’t help but answer in kind.

“… I suppose I am, in a way.”

She thinks that might be the first time she’s ever said so out loud.

For a long moment, Zoro simply looks at her. There’s nothing particularly scrutinizing about it, and yet Robin still feels like she’s being flayed alive under his gaze. Then, after an interminably long silence, Zoro suddenly nods and says, “Okay.”

Robin blinks. “Okay?” she repeats, surprised.

“I mean, I don’t get it but…” Zoro shrugs before reaching up to rub at the back of his neck awkwardly. “This doesn’t seem like the kind of thing you quit doing just because someone tells you to. So if this is how you need to find ‘catharsis’ or whatever, I’m not gonna tell you to stop.”

That wasn’t what Robin was expecting him to say at all. On one hand it seems almost callous and uncaring, like Zoro’s trying to wash his hands of the whole thing. But on the other, she finds it… strangely reassuring. Like he’s acknowledging it’s a problem he knows he can’t fix, but he still wants her to know that he’s aware of it.

It feels… kind.

“… Thank you, Kenshi-san,” Robin says after a long, quiet moment. It doesn’t seem quite adequate enough, but she’s not sure that anything would.

Zoro nods again before he moves to leave the storeroom, but then pauses for a moment in the doorway before turning back around. 

“Hey, uh…” he says, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck again. “You know, if you ever want to try a different kind of catharsis, I could… teach you how to start lifting.” He coughs nervously before adding, “You can, um. You can get pretty sore. If you do it right.”

There’s a rising lump in Robin’s throat, and she has to swallow around it before she can respond.

“I’ll… keep that in mind.”

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impdubs or mumbo/bdubs (mumdubs? i think?)

pretty please my beloved pal o7

so you know how most of these drabbles have been like 250-400 words? yeah this one is nearly 700 i got carried away LMFAO-

thanks for voting mumscott and enjoy some second year college au mumbo/bdubs <3 <3

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“So how have midterms been treating you?” Mumbo asked. He shifted a bit awkwardly across from Bdubs, drumming his fingers idly against the side of his paper coffee cup.

“It’s been crazy!” said Bdubs. “I don’t even understand how my classes picked up this fast, I mean with 17 credits and space club, I can barely stay on top of everything. It’s kind of the worst!” He added, with a little laugh. 

“That bad?” Mumbo asked, cracking a bit of a smile. 

“That bad,” Bdubs confirmed. “What? Don’t tell me it’s easy for you.” 

“Oh no,” Mumbo said, shaking his head. “Not in the slightest. I’ve got three exams on Thursday. Three. In one day.” ‘

“That’s crazy… Shouldn’t you be studying then?” He teased. 

“You sound like you’re trying to get rid of me,” Mumbo said, making a move to stand up. 

Bdubs scoffed. “No way! Sit back down, I haven’t seen you in a month.” 

Mumbo laughed, settling back down more comfortably this time. This kind of back and forth reminded him of last semester. He could recall their frequent coffee outings together, their late nights “studying” in the library for their shared engineering class, and waking up on the floor of Bdubs’ dorm, half-sprawled on top of each other and definitely late for class. 

Not for the first time, Mumbo wondered what had happened to all of that. Fall semester of his second year just didn’t have that same spark. 

“It really has been a while,” Mumbo agreed. 

“Are you only now just figuring that out?” Bdubs asked. “I’ve barely seen you at all this semester!” 

“Oh believe me, I’ve realized,” Mumbo said. “I guess I never exactly realized just how terribly our schedules clashed. And exactly how little I’ve seen of you.”

“Even now, you’ve only got, what, an hour until class?” Bdubs asked, checking his watch for emphasis. 

Mumbo checked the time on his phone. “Less, technically.” 

“Skip class. Hang out with me instead.”

“I can’t do that!” Mumbo laughed. “Look, I bet I could guess why we lost touch so terribly, and I’ll tell you that I’m not the one who moved all the way across campus.” 

“Oh come on!” Bdubs laughed. “That again? It’s nothing personal, the dorms on East Side are way nicer. It can’t be the only reason I’ve barely seen you!”

“Fair. But you could’ve texted.” 

“So could you! Or you could’ve come to visit.” 

“Is that an invitation?” 

Bdubs grinned. “Isn’t it always? You spent enough nights at my place last semester, why would this semester be any different?”

Mumbo sipped his coffee. “It has felt different though, right?” He asked. “I mean, that much isn’t just me?” 

Bdubs hummed thoughtfully. “It has felt different,” he decided, “I don’t know why though.” 

“Me neither.” 

There was quiet between them for a few minutes, before Bdubs spoke up again. 

“We’re idiots,” he decided. 

Mumbo laughed. “What?” 

“We’re idiots!” Bdubs repeated. “We had no reason to fall out of touch, we both just made assumptions about how the other person was feeling, and neither of us reached out!” 

“...Oh my God, we might be idiots.” 

Bdubs laughed. “I know!” 

The laughter they shared felt familiar in the way they were both evidently craving, and for a moment, it was like no time had passed at all. 

“We wasted half a semester, didn’t we?” Mumbo finally admitted with a sigh. 

Bdubs shrugged. “Sorta, but we’re here now. And we’ve got the rest of the year to turn it around.” 

Mumbo hummed, slowly nodding in agreement. 

“Come over tonight,” Bdubs said finally. “Like old times! Bring whatever homework you have to do and we’ll spend too much money on takeout and crash on my floor.” 

“I actually really like the sound of that,” Mumbo agreed. 

“Seven, can you be over at seven?” 

“I can be over at seven.” For the first time since spring, Mumbo felt that familiar inability to stop smiling. Maybe Bdubs was right, maybe nothing had changed. Maybe they were just idiots. And maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too late to pick up where they left off after all.

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Fight The Feeling Prologue- Part 11 Breakups and Fights

Summary- Urban tells you that Jack is cheating on you, and you and Jack break up, but not for the reason you were expecting.

About a week after you found out Jack was cheating on you, Urban stayed home one day while Jack went to set. Urban knew Jack was cheating, and ever since he found out a couple days after it started, he felt guilty about keeping it from you. Every time Urban asked Jack about it, Jack would tell him that he was going to tell you soon.

After Urban found out about another girl Jack cheated on you with, though just once, not multiple times like he had with Alexa, Urban had enough. Urban wasn’t sure why Jack continued to cheat on you when he still claimed he loved you. Jack did feel bad about continuing to cheat on you, but he did it because he didn’t want your forgiveness. Jack knew you were a very forgiving person, but he knew that he hurt you and that you shouldn’t forgive him. 

Jack also needed to know for himself that once he told you, that you weren’t going to forgive him. Jack didn’t want to sit and wonder months later if he could have gotten your forgiveness. In a way, continuing to cheat and hurt you would lead to closure in your relationship for Jack, even if that meant that he had to live with the guilt of hurting the best person he had ever met, and probably would ever meet. 

Urban waited a little bit after Jack left to sit you down and tell you about Jack. 

“Look, Y/N, I don’t want to be the one to tell you this. I shouldn’t be the one to tell you this, but as your friend I can’t let this keep happening. Jack’s uh, he’s.” You could tell what Urban was going to say, and that he didn’t want to, so you said it for him.

“Cheating on me?” You asked and Urban nodded slightly. “I know.” You admitted. It felt weird to say out loud, it made it seem real as you admitted it for the first time. 

“Wait, how do you know?” Urban asked, confused.

“I, I saw some texts, that I wasn’t supposed to, from Alexa.” You told him.

“Why are you still with him then?” Urban asked. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re still here, but I wouldn’t blame you if you left.” Urban clarified.

“I still love him.” You admitted, your eyes tearing up. “I just want Jack to be honest with me, I mean there has to be a reason he cheated. Was it something I did? Does he suddenly not love me anymore because I thought everything was fine. I just want an explanation because I feel like we could work things out.” You said, letting your tears fall for the first time. “I know that sounds so fucking stupid, but I love him and it’s hard for those feelings to just go away overnight.”

You had thought about the situation you were in with Jack, but this was the first time you had talked about it to someone. Urban sighed softly, pulling you in for a hug. 

“You don’t sound stupid. Jack owes you an explanation, but I don’t think you did anything for him to cheat on you, but that’s a conversation you’ll have to have with Jack.” Urban said, rubbing your back to try and comfort you.

“I know I’m just hurting myself more by staying, and I know I should leave, but I just need to hear him out, and if that ends in us working things out, or if it ends in a breakup, then that’s okay. I’ll deal with it if I have to.” You said. 

“You know, no matter what, I’ll always be here for you. I know I’ve known Jack longer, but you’ve become just as much my friend as he is, you’re not getting rid of me that easy.” Urban said.

“Oh, I literally just moved to Kentucky, so you’re not getting rid of me at least until my lease is up.” You told Urban and he laughed softly. “Thank you for telling me though. I really do apricate it.”

“Of course. You don’t deserve to be cheated on, and I know you don’t want to leave him, and I get that, but I think you two at least need time apart. Jack needs to figure his shit out, you can always forgive him in, like, a year but I don’t think you should forgive him right away.” Urban said and you nodded.

“I just don’t want to be the one to bring it up. I am pissed at him, obviously, but it would be nice for him to at least be honest with me. I thought I would spend the rest of my life with him. I never thought that we would be in the position where that might not be, and probably won’t be the case.” You said, Urban sighed softly.

“I thought you two would spend the rest of your lives together too.” Urban admitted.

“You did?” You asked.

“Yeah, I truly did think you two were perfect for each other.” Urban said, not telling you about the fact that Jack had boughten an engagement ring. “I still think you could be if Jack gets his shit together, but you can’t make it easy on him to make it up to you.” Urban told you.

“Do you think he’ll try?” You asked, playing with the charm on your necklace.

“I don’t know. I hope he does. I don’t want to speak for him, but he does still say he loves you.”

“Do you know why he cheated?”

“That’s something you need to talk to him about.” Urban told you and you nodded slightly. 

Urban spent the rest of the day trying to distract you from your situation with Jack, watching movies and making random snacks, which didn’t really work, but you appreciated the effort. You also appreciated that Urban told you that Jack was cheating on you. You didn’t expect him to, assuming he wouldn’t, if he even knew. It was nice having someone to be able to talk to about the situation, and over the next week you talked to Urban about Jack often. Urban was able to ‘convince’ you that you and Jack did need time apart. You knew he was right before he even said it, you just needed someone to talk about it with.

A week later, you and Jack were at the house alone, Urban went out for the night. Jack decided this was his best opportunity to finally tell you what he had been doing. Ever since the first time Jack cheated on you, he had felt horrible about it, even though he had continued to do it. 

“Y/N?” Jack asked, sitting down on the bed next to you.

“Yeah?” You asked, looking up from your phone.

“Can we talk?” He asked and you nodded, sitting up.

“Yeah, sure, about what?” You asked, you knew what he was going to say. Even though you knew, you were nervous. Over the last two weeks, you had thought about this conversation several times, going over what was going to be said thousands of times, but that didn’t make it any more pleasant of a conversation to have. You knew by the end of this conversation you and Jack were going to be broken up, and it was a weird feeling.

“I-I don’t know how to tell you this.” Jack sighed, running his hands through his curls. 

“Hey.” You said, grabbing his hands, holding them in yours. “You can tell me anything.” You told Jack, comforting him even though you weren’t sure why.

“I think we need to take a break. Focus on our careers for a little while.” Jack sighed. “I don’t want to, but I think it’s what best for both of us right now. I’m about to go out on tour, and as much as I want you to come with me, it’s just not possible with both of our careers. I don’t know the next time we’ll be able to see each other after this until after tour, and I don’t want you to have to wait around for me.” Jack lied to you.

Out of every situation you thought of for this conversation, you didn’t see it going like this. You were expecting Jack to be honest with you and tell you he cheated. 

Jack had every intention to be honest with you when he sat down, but something at the last second stopped him. Jack didn’t want to completely break your heart, and even though his explanation made no sense, you two were together for his previous tour, he thought it was better than telling you he had cheated. 

“What?” You asked, your eyes immediately starting to tear up as you dropped his hands. 

“I’m sorry.” Jack whispered and you stood up from the bed. 

“No. You don’t get to be fucking sorry.” You yelled at him. In the moment, you weren’t focused on the cheating. “What happened to us going public with our relationship after you’re done filming?”

“I don’t think it’s the right time for that. I just, I don’t know. I thought about it a lot and I still love you, but I just think we need to focus on our careers for a little bit.”

“So, you’re just going to make that decision for both of us?” You asked, tears streaming down your face. Jack tried to say something, but you cut him off before he could. “I can’t fucking believe you Jack. I loved you and you’re just giving up on us?” You wanted to confront Jack on the cheating, but you couldn’t bring yourself to bring it up, you were thrown off, so you didn’t even have time to process anything other than what Jack was telling you.

While you were yelling at Jack, you had gotten your suitcase out and were throwing your stuff into it.

“I love you too. I’m not giving up on us, I just think it would be easier for both of us if we took a break.” Jack argued.

“Well taking a break sure sounds a lot like giving up to me.” You said, Jack sighed. 

“Don’t leave, it’s late. Let’s talk about everything and then if you want to leave, you can leave in the morning.” Jack suggested. “I don’t want you leaving by yourself this late.”

“You think after you telling me that you want to put your career above our relationship that I’m going to stay? Fuck you. I can’t believe I ever thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with you.” You said, throwing more stuff into your bag, not caring if it was folded perfectly like you normally did. “Can I ask you something?” You asked, suddenly stopping what you were doing and looking at Jack.

“Anything.”

“Did you actually love me, or was I just some girl you drug around with you so you could sleep with her? Was our whole relationship a lie to you?” You asked.

“Of course, I fucking loved you. I still do. Nothing I did was just so I could have sex with you. Everything I did was because I love you. We’re both young, and at the heights of our careers. We’d be stupid not to try to focus on that while we can.”

“No, that’s where you’re wrong. We’d be stupid not to fight for the person we loved. We’ve made our relationship work, for over a year, but now you’re just so willing to give up, I would have never given up on you this easily.” You told Jack.

“I’m sorry.” Jack said again, reaching out to touch your arm but you pulled it away instantly. “Please, just stay tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I’m not fucking staying. If I can’t get a flight tonight, I’ll just get a hotel.”

“Y/N please.” Jack begged as you continued to walk around the house, grabbing your stuff. You were certain you were missing stuff and had probably grabbed some of Jack’s clothes in the process, but you would deal with that later. You just wanted to be out of the house. You heard Urban walk back into the house, he was a little thrown off coming home to the two of you yelling at each other, but he also didn’t question it or want to interrupt.

“Jack, you don’t care about me. Stop pretending you do.” You said, finally closing your suitcase and zipping it up.

“I do care about you. If you don’t think I do, Urban does. I don’t want you in an uber alone at fucking one in the morning.” Jack said as you pulled your suitcase out into the living room. Seeing Urban sitting on the couch. Urban looked at Jack, then looked at you, and he knew exactly what had happened while he was gone. Urban smiled at you sadly.

“Urban, can you take me to the airport.” You asked, looking at him. Jack looked at Urban, shaking his head. 

“Just stay here, think about things, and then you can leave in the morning.” Jack told you.

“I would have never done this to you Jack. I wouldn’t have given up on us like this because I loved you. You just had to go and ruin things between us.” You said. “There isn’t anything for me to think about.” You told Jack before looking at Urban again. “Please?” You asked and Urban nodded slightly.

“Yeah, I’ll take you.” Urban told you.

“Thank you, let me go grab my phone.” You said and Urban nodded. You walked back into the bedroom and Jack tried to follow you.

“Y/N, please, don’t leave. I’m sorry, I really am.” Jack said.

“No Jack, you’re right, we do need a break because one of us is clearly more committed to this relationship then the other one. I’m done. We’re done.” You said, grabbing your phone before walking back out into the living room, grabbing your bag, Urban stood there awkwardly as Jack tried to follow you again but just got the door slammed in his face.

“Uh, I take it you told her?” Urban asked, trying to break the silence. 

“Yeah, something like that.” Jack sighed, running his hands through his hair.

“I’ll be back.” Urban told Jack before following you out the front door and to the rental car.

On the drive to the airport, you contacted your manager Claire, telling her to send a private jet as soon as possible, and the car was silent other than your quiet sobs. You knew your breakup with Jack was going to hurt, but you at least expected the truth out of him. 

“I’m sorry.” Urban sighed softly, reaching over to put his hand on your arm, trying to comfort you the best he could while also driving.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.” You said, leaning your head back against the seat. It was silent again until Urban pulled up to the airport. 

“Do you have a flight?” Urban asked you, parking the car before looking over at you. 

“Yeah, the plane will be here in a couple hours, but I’d rather be here than in a house with Jack right now.” You said and Urban nodded in understanding.

“Do you want to get a hotel room?” Urban asked and you shook your head.

“It won’t be that long, I’ll be fine.” You told him and he nodded. “If you’re missing any clothes, let me know, because quite honestly, I have no idea what I packed.” You said, trying to joke and Urban laughed softly.

“It’s okay, I get it.” 

“Promise me you’ll come see me the second you get back home? I’m serious, I don’t want to lose you as a friend just because of everything that happened between Jack and I.” You said, wiping your tears, before getting out of the car, Urban getting out of the car also so he could help you with your bag.

“Promise. As long as you promise to text me when you leave and when you land.” Urban said and you nodded.

“Promise.” You told Urban before he pulled you into a hug. 

“I’m sorry, I really am.” Urban rubbed your back slightly as you started to cry again.

“Like I said, it’s not your fault, but thank you.” You said, sighing as you pulled away from the hug. You wiped your tears again.

“Text me if you change your mind and want to get a hotel room, or even just want company.” Urban told you and you nodded.

“I will, but I think I just need a little time to myself right now.”

“That’s fine, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to be alone.” Urban said. “Is someone picking you up when you land?”

“Yeah, Madison is going to pick me up.” You said. “Now go back home and get some sleep. I know you have to be up early tomorrow. Thank you for driving me.” You said.

“Of course. I’ll see you in a couple weeks.” 

You and Urban finished saying goodbye, and he waited until you were let into the private flight waiting area before he left. In a few hours you would be back in Kentucky, somewhere that reminded you of Jack, except this time, he wouldn’t be with you. 

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Koi no Yokan Outtake 2: Stop Being Weird (nishinoya yuu/reader)

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A/N: happy koiny day! this is just a fun little outtake I wrote after having some fun replying to comments lmao. unlike the previous outtake this one is NOT meant to be read as a standalone, but can still be skipped at no loss to the plot. takes place during the previous chapter.

Summary: In which we see the livetexting of the wake-up scene through new eyes.

Warnings and Tags: none!

Words: ~700

In Yamamoto Taketora's boldest move to date, he took one of the closest possible seats to the managers' table in the cafeteria at dinner. It's not that he meant to stare or meant to eavesdrop, and truly, eavesdropping takes effort with somewhere between fifty and a hundred guys all crammed into the room for dinner at the same time.

It's because of this—and the staring habit he's failing to get rid of—that he's close enough to notice when Noya marches right up to the girls and starts talking. Definitely close enough to notice him leave with Eri from Ubugawa, a tray of food in his hand.

The conclusion's easy enough to draw—Noya had mentioned your concussion, and you were notably absent from dinner, so he figures Noya's probably going with Eri to bring you food, wherever you're currently holed up. The explanation does little for the pang of jealousy—lucky bastard, going to bring food to one beautiful woman while accompanied by the adorable Miyanoshita Eri, pigtails and smile and all—but at least he can try to explain it away as all innocent.

Anyway, there's still five beautiful women to try not to stare too openly at, so Tora's a little busy with other concerns right now. Yukie, from Fukurodani, is trying to get away with stealing food off Kaori's plate by pretending to be focused on her phone.

Part of Tora thinks he should be normal and stop staring, but then he's watching Yukie show her phone to Kaori and say something to the rest of the girls, and then Mako's reaching for her own phone and so is Kaori, and Tora realizes that the girls must have a group chat.

What he wouldn't give to know what they use it for.

Mako is passing her phone across the table to two of the three most recent additions to the manager squad, and then Yukie is gasping loudly, sparkles in the air above her at something on her phone. A smattering of giggles from the other girls follows.

He's heard of this. They're gossiping.

Mako's getting her phone back as Kiyoko says something too quiet to hear, but Tora hardly needs to strain to hear the aghast response from the three non-Karasuno managers.

"What?" Mako says. "No, there's no way. You've gotta be messing with us."

Kiyoko shakes her head, and Hitoka raises a hand, adding something at an equal volume to Kiyoko. In other words, inaudible to him, in spite of his best efforts.

Hitoka and Kiyoko are now producing their own cell phones. He's now watching five beautiful women stare at their phones, three of five tittering and giggling at some update or another. He desperately wants to know what it is they're so focused on, but—it's not like he can ask. He's not strong enough for that.

Some other text must have come in to the mythic girls' group chat, because all five of them jolt in surprise at something on their phones at the same time.

"Okay, so they're dating, then," Kaori says confidently. "That's dating behavior."

"Trust me," says Kiyoko, "everyone in Japan would know if he'd gotten a girlfriend."

Correction: they're not just gossiping.

They're gossiping about boys.

He downs the rest of his drink and tunes in until he's getting roughly elbowed by Yaku. "Stop being weird."

"Right," he says. "Sorry."

~

Yachi to Fukurodani Group Managers!!! at 22:13

Yachi: don't forget to add [name]-chan! I've got her number

Yachi: [attachment: 1 new contact, labeled "[full name]"]

Kaori: we definitely need to. We need her to answer for whatever is making her NOT date cute concerned libero boy

Mako has added [name] to the group Fukurodani Group Managers!!!

[name]: …

[name]: did you guys know that I can read the chat history?

Eri: oh cool! I didn't!!

[name]: stop being weird. senpai's just my best friend, that's all

Shimizu: the BEST friend upgrade is new

Eri: ok thanks for the clarification. you know it’s a good idea to marry your best friend?

[name]: I actually hate it here

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory @kazunish

[pink-tonic]

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Warnings: Death, graphic depictions of violence, blood

There are a few text messages so:

Bold text = Ayato

Red text = Info-Chan

Green text = (Y/N)

It's the first day back after the incident with the boy.

I have never liked school all that much ever since I was little. The condition I was born with prevented me from having meaningful friendships with others. In turn, I got made fun for it. Labeled as a monster for something I couldn't completely control.

Except for one. My childhood friend, (Y/N) (L/N). I still don't know why he decided to be my friend, but I guess it wasn't too bad to have him around. Others started to view him differently since he associated with me, but those comments didn't stop him from being my friend.

As time passed by, we both started to drift apart, but that didn't matter all too much to me. I found someone else.

His name is Taro Yamada, and he is the younger brother of Taeko Yamada.

Taeko Yamada is the girl who made my world brighter.

I first met her at Taro's house, and I fell in love with her. My world gained color, and everything became so much brighter. For the first time, I felt emotion.

I could feel love starting to bubble up inside of me, and it scared me, but I couldn't help but embrace it. And it all started with a smile and a wave from her as she walked down the stairs.

I later found out that she also goes to Akadimi. How have I never noticed her?

With Taro being her brother, I had to use his connection with her to my advantage.

I told him one day that I caught feelings for Taeko. He seemed...unsure about what I said. It was as if he didn't want to believe my word, almost like he was scared.

It didn't matter what he thought, I knew it would be easy to get him on my side, but it was clear that the progress I wished for was not being made.

With time, I found someone else who could help me. Her name is Info-chan. I was skeptical about her, but I later found out she was valuable to have around.

One day, I got a massage from her.

I think you might want to know something

What is it?

The object of your affection, Taeko Yamada, also has other people after her.

Who is it?

It's a first year, I found out he is planning on confessing this Friday under the cherry tree.

What should I do?

That's all up to you.

I tried texting her, but she didn't respond, so I decided to take things into my own hands.

A day before he confessed, I made him follow me. It was quite easy to make him follow me. I was his upperclassmen, so he practically looked up to me.

I lead him into the boys' locker room. He started to ask questions, but I told him I needed something for practice, and it wouldn't take long to get it.

He waited patiently near the entrance. I walked towards my locker and took out a knife I had hidden within it.

I slowly walked towards him and pulled out the knife. With a quick motion, I sloppily sliced open his throat. I covered his mouth, and I could feel his nails claw at my clothed arm. I held him tightly, and my eyes traveled towards his struggling figure. I could clearly see his life drain out his eyes. He twitched a bit more before he laid limp in my arms. I then dropped his body, and a loud thud could be heard echoing throughout the locker room.

When I dropped him, a pool of blood started slowly trickling out of his throat and surround him. It was after school, and I made sure none of the sports club members were inside, and they wouldn't be coming back inside to change until an hour later. I had enough time to clean everything up.

First, I took off my clothes and went towards the showers. I rinsed off all the blood and then put on my gym uniform. I then grabbed my blood-stained clothes and knife, and headed out.

I headed to the incinerator, but I was met with a surprise. The gate was closed and there was a lock. This meant I couldn't get rid of thd knife, clothes or body.

I felt my nails dig into the fabric of my uniform. How could this happen?

I now had to look for an alternative way to get rid of the evidence. I decided to go to the home economic room and throw my clothes into the washer. While for my knife, I cleaned it at one of the drinking fountains.

Now, I had to get rid of the body.

I went back to the boys' locker room and still saw the student surrounded by his own blood. I first dragged his body closer to me and away from his blood. I also made sure to watch my step, I didn't want my shoes to get any blood on them.

When I got his body away from the pool of blood, I bent down and carried his body.

I started to run to the back of the cherry tree. I made sure none of the sports club members were around and made a dash towards the back of the hill.

I dropped his body harshly and rushed back to the school. I went to the restroom and got the cleaning supplies. I filled the blue bucket with water, dumped some bleach into it, and grabbed the matching blue mop.

I rushed back to the room. I placed the bucket down as some of the water spilled down. I dipped the mop into the bucket and started to clean up the blood.

Sweep

Dip

Sweep

Dip

I repeated these actions until the blood was all cleaned up. I picked up the blue bucket which now had bloody water in it, and I ran to the bathrooms. I dumped the bloody water into the sink, and I then cleaned the sink. I then headed back to get the mop. I cleaned the mop in the bathroom and then sat it back where I found it. As if nothing was moved.

I then ran to the home economic room. I took my uniform and rushed out of the school.

My first attempt was sloppy, but even if they found the body, it didn't matter. I'm still a free man, after all, and I'm planning to keep it that way.

They didn't find the body when I left, but the next day a teacher found it in the morning.

I still remember that day. I wasn't nervous or scared. I felt confident that I would get away with it, and I did.

They questioned me, but I answered with lies. Eventually, they didn't suspect me anymore and let me go. I was just seen as another innocent student like everyone else.

When I was free to go home, I headed home and got ready to relax. I turned on the television and saw news about what happened at the school.

I listened to the television but it was the same information I had already heard, so I switched off the TV.

I started to get ready for bed, and before I laid down, I noticed a notification. It was a text message from (Y/N). The message was sent over an hour ago. I decided I would respond.

Did you hear that they're closing the school for a few months?

Is it because of the killing?

Yes, the police want to do a bigger investigation, so they don't want students to be walking around

I smirked at the message. Knowing that the police wouldn't find anything besides the body.

That's understansable.

It kind of sucks but it's an understandable decision

Thanks for letting me know.

I cut the conversation off early and went to bed.

Now, all of that is in the past, and the first day back is today. I got ready and left my house. I went to Taro's house and I saw him waiting outside for me. I hoped to see Teako, and maybe she would even join us on our walk to school, but she had already left.

As Taro joined me, he started up a conversation.

"Ayato, did you hear that there is going to be a small assembly to honor the victim," he told me.

"No."

"Oh, really? I thought you might have already known about it," he said to me,"Well, we should head straight to the gymnasium since I don't think we will have any time to spare today."

I nod at what Taro told me. I don't care about the assembly, but maybe I will be able to see Taeko there?

[sunriseverse]

For the ask game for fic writers: 2, 8, 10, 20, 27, 37, 45, 52, 55, 75, 88, 99

ah, sass, thank you! i love talking about writing :) this is going below the cut because it got long.

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

hm...................i was going to say that i don't usually have this problem and usually just run into the issue of my own mind refusing to write something that doesn't take into account the societal and cultural context i'm writing the characters in, but then i remembered the time i was writing god knows i can never get rid of habits and i was about halfway through, sleep deprived as fuck, and texted my friend in an exasperated, defeated tone, quote, "the show has repeatedly made me say “ugh fuck there’s a blowjob in my future isn’t there” which sounds wild out of context but the context is i think i can’t avoid writing them fucking in this fic". sometimes i cannot control the characters sometimes they really just want to have sex and i have to deal with this.

8. what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?

if you try and give me "concrit" on my fanfic then i rip you to shreds in dms with my friends. i write to excise the spirit of creativity from where it's possessing my physical form, not to have people try and tell me how to "better" my writing. i'm aware my writing tends to have a lot of things people don't usually enjoy (heavily descriptive, emotion-focused, present tense, a more realistic approach to tropes or themes, etc) and i, frankly, don't care. my writing is for me; everyone else is just getting to enjoy it because i'm egotistical enough to post it. (that said, for my original writing i welcome concrit, because i actually have the intent of having them published. i just haven't managed to get around to finishing many original projects, historically.)

10. at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?

i do not come up with titles until the moment i have to post to ao3. i hate coming up with titles and am very grateful when i figure out a lyric from a song or a line from a poem fits it. well..........usually, anyway. all my sunrise fics have had pre-planned titles—but, then again, sunrise is very much an outlier, so.

20. what is your favorite trope to write?

i don't think i've really had a defined trope across my writing the last few years? i guess if i had to choose one, probably the 5+1 format or derivations of it.

27. do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with?

for people to read my rough drafts i would have to have rough drafts. i genuinely don't give a fuck about "perfecting" a piece, whatever gets written the first time is what gets posted. could my writing be "better"? probably! do i care? no. i wouldn't say my writing is the best ever, but i personally like it and that's what matters. that said, i do send screenshots of sections i really like to my friends as i write, because i like making them yell at me.

37. when creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else?

this i guess only really applies to ocs; in that case, i usually come up with a character archetype, an archetype i'm trying to subvert, or an overarching narrative from which i can extrapolate characters. after that, i come up with names based on that, and then appearances are what i come up with last, usually.

45. name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

only three???? no. absolutely not. @lungache @butchybats @lucientelrunya @owengrose @lunarriviera @lunanoc and probably more whose urls i am forgetting.

52. how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time?

oh god......................i have so many unfinished fics T^T i have ones that are unfinished but actively being worked on, unfinished but not actively being worked on but which i think about regularly, unfinished and i wish i could finish them but i just never have the time, unfinished because they were a joint project with a friend and then we never finished them and now we're both too busy and not in those fandoms anymore, and unfinished and rotting forever in the cabinet of abandoned wips.

55. do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

uhhhhh okay so. i have. a megop fic (transfomers aligned continuity, pre canon), another megop fic (also aligned continuity), a dc fic, and a gotham fic. the transformers fics would probably be most likely to be completed because i actually have detailed notes for them, the dc fic is dead in the water, and the gotham fic i would have to rewatch the show and i don't need to hurt myself like that again.

75. do you know how your story ends before you start writing?

yeah i need to know at least the basic narrative beats before i start writing. often this means me rambling at my friends in our dms to work out my ideas and the approach i want to take, but i can't start something without knowing how it ends because otherwise it'll never be finished.

88. if you could have another author write your wip for you (bc we all dream of this occasionally), who would it be?

hmmmmm i think i would make @xueyang write my mdzs fics because i think they could make them funny. and good. and also emotionally devastating. (hi mar i'm going to write that fic for you i Swear.)

99. was being a writer a dream of yours when you were little? or did it spring up when your older? or is it just a hobby? 

actually i never expected to become a writer, despite having been writing since i was a young child. i actually thought i wanted to be a fashion designer. which to be fair i guess kind of happened since i can't stop drawing outfit/character designs. but yeah i didn't expect to become a Writer the way that i am now. it's easily one of the foundational aspects of my life and daily routines, and i could not have expected that the first time i started writing.

[flythesail]

Last summer, I decided to get rid of an old wallet when my parents had a garage sale. It was pink with a cat and sequins. I don't remember ever using it as a real wallet, just something to play with as a kid.

But the wallet interests someone, and she checks the pockets before she buys it for a quarter. I must have missed a pocket because inside was a library receipt from 2011. The text is so faded I can barely read it, but the title at the top is easy enough to make out: The Secret of the Old Clock.

Now, I don't remember reading Nancy Drew as a kid. So did I ever read that book or just check it out? There's no way to know. But even if i didn't, it's funny to think about that receipt going forgotten for over a decade, only to be found when Nancy Drew has come to mean so much to me.

Believe it or not... In 2019, I watched Nancy Drew for the first time and decided I didn't like it. It's not what I expected it to be, and I didn't like other CW shows, so why bother.

Right...?

Okay, I did bother and continued to give it a classic "half paying attention" watch anyway.

For as much as I claimed to not care, I googled "Does Ace die in Nancy Drew" after 1x07. I fell in love with the Drew Crew when they showed up and surrounded Nancy in her living room, although she didn’t ask. I saw Nick carve his name under one of the tables at the Claw, and listened to Nancy and Ace read emails out loud in the library. I saw Bess and George become truer versions of themselves.

There's something beautiful about stories that are given the room to grow. That last long enough that you can change your mind and grow right along with them.

Sometimes, life sucks. Yet Nancy Drew became one thing I could count on when I needed good in my life. When college was hard or when a global pandemic made it nearly impossible to make new friends at a time I was also losing some from high school - the Drew Crew were there for me with their mystery solving, own struggles, and general shenanigans.

Over the next years, I'd go from watching new episodes days after they premiered to watching them live. I'd write over 100k of fic and realize through it that writing is all I want to do with my life. I'd spend so much time in these characters' heads that they would begin to feel like my own.

Nancy Drew is about finding your people and your place in the world. It hits that early adulthood period that maybe isn't talked about as much as it should be and it makes you feel a little less alone when you see the way you feel in your own life reflected on screen.

We've seen Nancy start at the Claw, find her family, fall in love, build strong relationships with her fathers, and bring her mothers with her. Nancy Drew is a show that says it's okay to not have it all figured out - or maybe even to never - because who you become along the way is just as important. Nancy Drew is a show that says things do get better, and sometimes that's exactly what you need to be told.

So here's to a show that means a lot to me, and to all the wonderful people I've met along the way. Here's to every rewatch to come. That's the best part about stories. Even when you reach the end, you can always go back to the beginning. You can feel the way they made you feel all over again.

[leatherbookmark]

another thing is that like. s1 wasn't the most brilliant thing in the whole universe but it did have a slowly progressing community plot. in the first episode, the crew's plotting to kill stede off, in episode 3 jim says he's the worst captain ever, but by episode 9 they've all grown to like him at least a bit, and so they confirm that he absolutely is a real pirate, eligible to use the act of grace, and they even do the talk it through as a crew thing. very cute!

and then s2 just... kindasorta... does... nothing... with that? sure, the crews get separated, they earned some trauma, but it's a comedy series and surely they can get over it and be one crew together again, right? look, half of the crew stays with stede even though they could have just left him -- he has nothing to offer them, after all -- the other half misses the life on the old revenge, then everyone's working with stede to take the revenge back, they're coming back home! they unionize (lol) against stede in ep4 to banish ed because he makes them feel unsafe, then in ep5 to make stede get rid of that awful cursed suit! in ep6, they have a big fun party!

eeeeexcept the swede just leaves without a second thought, and after he's gone no one misses him. buttons gets roach going "did he really turn into a bird or did you kill him", but that's it, no one misses him either and no one really notices they've lost two crew members in a couple of days. when a character is absent because their actor is absent, no one really goes "hey, where's X?", no one really notices that, so we have not one but two annoying examples of "wow, i was doing X and i missed all this stuff!" (lucius+pete and fang). olu, jim and archie are totally up for leaving stede's crew to join zheng yi sao for... no reason whatsoever. i've seen meta that it's because they don't feel comfortable on the ship or don't trust ed anymore, or have enough of stede's 15 minutes of fame, but like, is it text that this is the reason why they're leaving, or just something you as a fan figured out because you actively tried to find an explanation? sure, the crew wasn't a big fan of ed's apology, but did anyone protest very much, aside from lucius? not really. no one tried to get him to leave, no one avoided him during the party, the animosity, if it was there, just wasn't shown.

and now, in episode 8, well. everyone knows what happened in episode 8.

i'm kinda laughing bitterly here, because i made a post about how what izzy's done to the crew wasn't that much worse than what the crew do to each other, and does it mean they're not a good crew and don't care about each other?, no!, it means we're in a workplace comedy and everyone's a bit of an asshole! except. except i was kind of right, because the crew just goes and falls apart and it's barely noticeable, like they weren't a crew in the first place. it's not even sad, it doesn't have a reason, they just scatter around -- whether it's an actor wanting out, or scheduling conflicts, or money issues, i don't know, or the writers needing something that would piss stede off enough to challenge zheng yi sao to a stupid duel. the reviews and reactions to ep 6 were all wow, so moving, so euphoric, a love letter to the queer community, and it's like, a what to what. where. i don't see anything.

i've no idea, maybe djenks really looked at this episode and thought oh yeah, this is a good save point before s3, if we get renewed we can work from here, if we don't it's still a nice ending, but it's literally not in both cases. if it's an ending, it sucks. if it's a middle point, i don't actually want a s3 because the community is not a thing, my favourite little guy was killed off in the stupidest way possible, and the mains got the ending that i thought would never happen since s1, because it's too easy, too utopian, and besides it was obvious that the inn thing was only ed's escapist fantasy and he needs to find himself and what he really wants just like stede. ha. haha. ha.

i don't really care about this show anymore in the form it is now is the thing.

[fayesdiary]

Faye's Fòdlan Journey: Season 1 - Chapter 1: Welcome to Fòdlan

Introduction

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After two posts' worth of introductions and preambling, we can finally start playing the actual game.

The objective is simple: Defeat the bandits' leader before they burn down the village. Easy enough.

Weapon Durability returns in this game, contrary to Fates, Echoes and Engage. Personally I feel pretty neutral towards the mechanic as a whole, but it's a nice way to balance Combat Arts, returning from Echoes and consuming durability instead of HP this time.

Here when a weapon breaks, instead of disappearing altogether or turning into a worthless 30 weight 0 might weapon you have to repair or get rid off, it gets a penalty in Might, Hit and Attack Speed, which could be a more elegant solution depending on how severe it is.

Bows also seem to work like they did in Echoes, with an added penalty on hit the further you attack from. Which is, you know, pretty fair. Wonder if Hunter's Volley is just as busted here.

After having a pleasant chat with the three completely ordinary kids, they along with Byleth begin clearing out the bandits, while Jeralt sits in the back doing fuck all and yelling random advice.

Thanks, dad. Really cool.

Good thing Edelgard's there to pick up his slack with the first crit of the game.

Also the proportions between the characters and the village is really funny. My main Edelgard headcanon is that she's a huge kaiju fangirl, so it's nice to see she's fulfilling her dreams. All she needs now is learn how to fire a laser from her mouth.

After killing a few bandits, their leader shows up to pick a fight with Byleth.

They kill him pretty easily.

Except Kostas must have smuggled a Revival Stone from Elyos, since he gets back up like it's nothing.

He charges at Edelgard, but Byleth puts themselves in the way.

But just when the bandit is about to strike...

The world stops.

And Byleth finds themselves in front of Sothis once more, who is pretty peeved they were about to throw away their life so recklessly, since that would also kill her.

She finally introduces herself: Her name is Sothis, also known as "The Beginning". Though she wouldn't be able to tell you why is that, given that lo and behold, she has amnesia, the favorite plot point of modern Fire Emblem.

Someone had to have it, and since Byleth seems to have all of their memories, she lost her privilege to hers. Honestly, I think she'd get along with Alear.

One thing's for sure, though: Her first impression of Byleth is... less then stellar. While she lives and breathes sass and metaphors and moves and emotes a lot for someone with the eepy disease, Byleth is overly blunt, barely emotes and tells morbid jokes with such a straight face everyone thinks they're serious.

Or at least, I'm having them be that way. I love the idea of Byleth being selectively mute and socially inept.

(Also apparently support points can go down? I doubt you'd be able to get the characters to dislike you so it probably just hinders your progress to get their convos)

Apparently Sothis stopped time, something she herself didn't remember she could do. Well, that's convenient.

Luckily for both of them, she figures out she can reverse time too.

Not thanks to Byleth, who joked they could just sit here and wait to die.

Sothis turns back time just enough for Byleth to react to the bandit's attack, bids them farewell with some cryptic nonsense and- wait, is that readable text?

Upon further inspection, it is, even if the only phrase I recognise is at the top, "The goddess always lives in heaven and Fòdlan" and "It is watching over us. The mother[???]".

That's neat! Didn't expect to see readable text in actual English. Usually this stuff is hidden with a special alphabet.

Anyway, this time instead of just putting themselves in front of Edelgard Byleth actually strikes back at the bandit leader, finally putting him down for good.

Wait is he aware Byleth turned back time? How!?

Byleth earns the MVP, which in this game looks like one of those photos you'd get for Employee of the Month. Which I suppose makes sense.

A face shows late to the party. It's Alois, of the Knights of Seiros.

He's really happy to see Jeralt after 20 years, who apparently was the former captain.

Jeralt is way less thrilled to see him, though.

Jeralt and Byleth are "invited" to return to the Garreg Mach Monastery with Alois and the Three House Leaders. I say "invited" becuse Jeralt clearly does not want to go there but feels he has no choice, and I suspect Byleth would just go wherever their father goes.

Before heading out, Byleth has a chat with Edelgard, Dimitri and Claude, who all seem... oddly interested in them.

Huh. Jeralt would have done wonders in Elyos with a name like that.

Claude makes it clear once again that our presence at the monastery is, in fact, mandatory. So for all of those who hoped there was a secret fifth route where Byleth just retreats to the woods and lives a long, peaceful life, I'm sorry to crush your dreams.

They finally mention they're students at the Officers Academy of the Monastery. And through a quarrel they immediately start with each other, we learn they're the heirs of their respective nations.

Whoah. Shocker, I know.

And already not only they're fighting each other (seriously guys it's only the prologue, fucking chill), they are all strangely in awe of Byleth despite them having just killed a few bandits (with their help no less) and are already fighting each other to have them join their side. Boy, this does not bode well for the future.

WAIT I ALREADY HAVE TO CHOOSE WHAT

I know I'm going to choose Dimitri regardless given this is Azure Moon, but GEEZ this is way too soon to force a choice like this onto the player! You just met these people and already you have to declare your allegiance to one of them!

With that choice way too important for just the prologue of the whole game being done, we finally head back to the monastery.

But not before Byleth ponders a bit about the three of them.

They think Claude has an easy smile that is striking as well as fake, that Edelgard is constantly judging them and that Dimitri seems honest but with a lot of darkness to hide. What that means, we still don't know.

All in all, a decent Prologue. There isn't a lot here to chew on, but it shows the basic mechanics fine enough. The lightning is great and I LOVE Fòdlan Winds as a track.

Fòdlan as a whole has a particularly distinct sound, I think. Though I wouldn't be able to tell you why.

I am still baffled they have you choose a route this soon, though, and while the house leaders bickering with each other already is just worrying in-universe for the storm that will one day come, the fact they already seem to be throwing themselves at Byleth's feet for just killing a few bandits is mainly concerning for the narrative.

While I don't think power fantasies are inherently a bad thing, I fear it wouldn't gel at all with what Fòdlan seems to be going for. But I guess we'll see.

Lastly before closing off, a few notes about the characters we met until now.

Seiros: Local goddess is fucking pissed. I guess we'll see the aftermath of what happened in the intro soon enough. Also I still swear her design is Greek-inspired.

Nemesis: Wonder what caused the war between him and Seiros to begin with?

My guess is likely the creation of the legendary weapons given that, you know, they seem to be made out of Seiros' family and that is enough reason for her to want him dead. But if that's the case, we still don't know why he did that. Is it just for power, or something else?

Byleth: Not gonna lie, getting a few red flags from the way they're handled. No customization options, a mostly silent protagonist, their dialogue choices may very well have barely any effect. Not to mention they already seem to sloowly gravitate the plot around them.

Jeralt:

Jokes aside, he seems fine as a parent. Save for him not doing anything during a bandit attack.

The question is always not if he's gonna kick the bucket, but when. I even somewhat know the how.

Hey, he's a Fire Emblem parent, is that really a spoiler?

By the way, I'm suprised he's a Paladin. Always thought he was, you know, a Mercenary, but maybe that's just because I kept comparing him to Greil given they're both mercenary dads.

Sothis:

BEST GIRL BEST GIRL BEST GI-

*ahem*

I freaking love her.

She's the perfect combination between refined and a sassy chaotic gremlin, and she has one of my favorite tropes which is living inside another character's body. I am SO excited she can talk to Byleth whenever (and apparently read their thoughts?) and can't wait to see what they do with her!

Alois: Very little to say since we barely met him, but he seems a jolly fellow.

Claude: You know, maybe this is a 4D chess move I don't understand, but isn't the whole point of a schemer and deciever to NOT come across as sketchy? I feel constantly talking about how sus you are kinda undermines that but, what do I know.

Edelgard: Ah, the one who just mentioning her name starts a flame war. Not much to say about her yet, although she seems the type to sleep light with a few knives on her person, given how openly mistrusting of others she is.

Also she is a massive kaiju fangirl. I don't care how little sense that makes, you will have to take that headcnon from my dead body.

Dimitri: Honestly right now I'm just waiting to see what that "darkness" is about. I just know it will lead to him becoming VERY murdery in the timeskip so boy, can't wait to see him snap.

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Here- Embry Call fanfic

I'm trying to figure out where this is going, so this is where I'm at. Please give me some advice

"What's going on with you?" This is the first text I see from embry. When I get into the house, laying on my bed, I shove my face into my pillow, sighing. It was a bad idea to do it, but honestly, it felt good. Rolling over, I grab my phone to respond:

"He brought it, and we thought it would be a good idea to do it at the beach. It felt amazing; it helped get rid of test anxiety." I type out before hitting send. Knowing him, he will at least get upset at the fact "he made me do it." If I didn't want to do it, then I wouldn't think of it, and it's simple. Im probably getting upset mainly because embry doesn't trust me and thinks I'm incapable of taking care of myself. Shoving the thought aside, I take my time getting ready since I no longer have tests. Walking up to my laptop, I look through my emails and look at colleges in Washington. Looking at Seattle University, I scheduled a tour; my grades have been good, so it would be pretty easy for me to get scholarships. As well as the fact I'm living with my single dad. 

picking up my phone from the bed, I open my messages from Christian,

-Morning, my love; going to work today but will text you on my breaks

smiling, I reply, "Morning, baby; when are you off next? I'm planning to visit a college in Seattle and want you to come." Hit send; I look around my room. The clothes I had washed are now sitting in a basket waiting for me to put them away, and the floor is dirt from not being mopped well enough. Tossing my phone back into the bed, I grab my basket folding every piece I pick up until I reach the end, shoving each part into its respective place. Stepping down the stairs, Bella comes in with papers looking up at me, "Looks like we're graduating together in two weeks." She says, making me smile widely, taking the form from her and going upstairs. Putting on my shoes, I make my way back down the stairs, taking the keys from the table to rub them in the pack's faces while some still have to be in school. 

~

Getting to Emily's, I shut the truck door, making my way to the house with the paper still in hand. I did not bother to knock, knowing no one did, when they came in, looking at the table where Jared, Jake, and Seth sat, looking at me crazy. "Fuck you bitches; I'm graduating." I declare while shoving it in Jake's face, who rolls his eyes and takes it from me. 

"What's going on?" I hear Sam ask from behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I see embry following behind him. 

"Im officially graduating early," I reply with a grin before embry latches his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug. 

"So you have an idea what you will do next?" Sam asks when we pull apart

"Kind of," I pause while leaning against Jake now, "I plan to visit a college in Seattle with Christian soon. Hopefully, they will give me scholarships with my grades and having a single parent." I explain, causing everyone to look up, slowly realizing I brought Christian up and leaving Forks. "My fault," I say, wincing when embry trembles slightly. Feeling a vibration in my pocket, I pull out my phone to see a text from Christian, perfect timing. Reading it, he's asking if I will officially graduate with Bella and if he could do it this Saturday. 

'Yeah, I'm officially graduating, so you must wear a suit and have the whole day off.' I quickly reply before looking at the group again, who seems to be back into their conversations except for embry, who I guess left while I was texting. "I got to head out; ill see you guys at my graduation, right?" I question everyone currently in the room, earning nods.

"I'll see you guys later," I state while hugging Seth's head to me since he was the closest, and I know he doesn't have a problem with me hugging him. 

~

The rest of the night, I spent on the phone with Christian, cleaning my room, and spending the next two days with Christian, going to the rez to hang out with the pack while they played soccer, and figuring out what I wanted to do with myself. Thankfully, today's Saturday means I get to go on the college tour with my love. Putting on a hoodie Christian gave me, I grabbed the bag he bought on our first date. Instead of taking the truck, I go in his car since it is more comfortable. 

I'm not writing it because I'm lazy and don't want to. I would if I had energy-

"You thinking about a major?" I hear Christian question, still focusing on the road before us.

"I am thinking astronomy for now," I reply, leaning my head against the side, slightly tired from walking all day. I suddenly felt a warm hand on my thigh, putting mine over his, barely holding it, letting myself drift in and out of sleep. 

Suddenly Christian is forced to make a hard stop, my eyes shooting, seeing us fishtailing into some guy in the middle of the road...fuck, this isn't a human.

A/N, lemme know if you want me to keep Christian or if you like where it's going so far. This is on wattpad

[aslcved]

Nick's Team

[ don't mind me again as i compiled previous interaction with Nick's teammate, just so i remember ]

The ride passed without any distinguishing event, and less than 45 minutes later Nick stood before the empty house, one of the many in the neighborhood where the occupants were away for the holidays. Went for a cruise to warmer islands across the globe probably. The farther the better, the boy thought. He took out his phone and typed in.

[to: Greenlight] I’m here [to: Greenlight] Entry ready? 

The reply chimed in almost immediately. 

[from: Greenlight] front doors a hecka its bs [from: Greenlight] gimme 3 [from: Greenlight] right side done

[to: Greenlight] Taking right

The boy deleted all conversation and put his phone back in his jeans pocket. He shouldered his backpack then and started toward the house, sticking to the shadows.

--- XXX ---

Nick was on the second floor when he heard noises coming from downstairs. A lock he was working on went a quiet click then he hastily secured the delicate tools back into his backpack, taking out a taser gun–right hand–and slipping on a stun ring–left hand.

The thief crept down the stairs, then flattened himself against the wall as he saw figures approaching from the living room. Nick raised his taser, ready to strike.

“Boo!” Then a light, quiet feminine laughter.

Nick lowered his weapon. “For fuck’s sake,” he grumbled, “you wouldn’t be laughing if I accidentally charged you 50,000 volts.” 

A girl stepped out of the shadows, followed with a serious-looking young man. “Aw nah, we know you’re better than that,” she said with a grin. The guy behind her raised a hand in greeting, “Nick.”

“Hey, man,” Nick returned. “I gotta get back upstairs. You guys got this covered?”

“Aspen got it covered,” the girl chirped, then quickly trailed Nick close. “I need to check specifics on the second floor.”

“Last minutes again?”

“Last seconds, more like,” she corrected him.

“More of those lately,” Aspen said, already with his torchlight on and toolbox out, his voice deep and calm, yet both other thieves had learned to read what was implied in the quiet man’s words. They exchanged glances, but knew this wasn’t the time to dawdle, and without wasting another second went on their way.

Aspen set about the space, checking drawers and cupboards first, lingering on ornaments displayed in the open, weighing the possible money it would get.

A sound of footstep. Close.

He turned around, expecting either of his partners, but found himself face-to-face with an unfamiliar man. Is that a bow? What in hell?

The young man placed his fingers under the tip of his tongue and whistled, high and clear. Then he moved, diving in behind the kitchen island, and grabbing his toolbox.

--- XXX ---

Perhaps if he had not listened to Green, he would’ve finished the job by now. Forty five minutes should have been more than enough time to sneak inside, snatch the prize, and stroll back out again. But as headstrong as he was, Nicholas trusted his friends, and among the few of them, Green was definitely one. So here he was, almost one hour since he had arrived, lying low, quite literally, among the thick laurel shrubs across the mansion. Something crawled on his forearm under the long sleeve, and he smacked at it impatiently. That must be the seventh or eighth ant corpse he was harboring on his clothes. The night air was cool, yet he wiped at his brows, ridding the thin layer of sweat. His phone buzzed finally, and he tapped on the screen to find a new text from Green.

[ from: Greenlight ] u ready?

     Nick was ready to kick Green from his short list of friends, alright. He typed hastily instead.

[ to: Greenlight ] You know I’m right here waiting for your cue [ to: Greenlight ] Are you in?

[ from: Greenlight ] um yea… [ from: Greenlight ] have been for a bit but

[ to: Greenlight ] DUDE WTF

[ from: Greenlight ] no listen [ from: Greenlight ] something’s not right [ from: Greenlight ] it’s too easy, man [ from: Greenlight ] totally below expectation [ from: Greenlight ] they should’ve stellar security [ from: Greenlight ] but it doesn’t look like it

     He frowned reading the texts, knowing it couldn’t be good.

[ to: Greenlight ] Can you figure out what’s wrong?

[ from: Greenlight ] yea maybe but I’m gonna need some time

[ to: Greenlight ] Don’t worry I’m having fun being a mosquito feeder here [ to: Greenlight ] How long?

[ from: Greenlight ] some time like some hours [ from: Greenlight ] like u really should go home now [ from: Greenlight ] n come back tomorrow [ from: Greenlight ] or the day after

     Even when he knew nobody could hear him–or because of that–Nick cursed out loud. There was a deadline for the job, and he wouldn’t risk failing to finish it. Part of it was not willing to trifle with the Guild, and the other part was the status he had earned and meant to keep.

[ to: Greenlight ] Yeah not happening [ to: Greenlight ] I’m going in [ to: Greenlight ] Eye in the sky?

     There was an uncharacteristically pending answer from Green, and Nick could imagine the boy trying to piece his words together, stringing them to dissuade him from the idea. But it seemed like he knew Nick better than expected, as the texts finally arrived, relented.

[ from: Greenlight ] sure man [ from: Greenlight ] just [ from: Greenlight ] be very very careful [ from: Greenlight ] bad vibes tbh

     Nick didn’t bother with a reply. He had to get going before his confidence deserted him, after all.

--- XXX ---

[brehaaorgana]

Honestly I think you leapt to a lot of conclusions that made things more daunting and frustrating for you. Or you...didn't understand or fully read what was even said at some points?

What's the rationale for putting your daily toiletries in a bin?

Well the text clearly says "a bin on the counter" and explains the bin is easily moveable so you can quickly wipe down the counter when cleaning and then put everything back. It's not put out of sight where you would forget, it's contained in a bin so it's all in one spot. The bin is so you can clean the counter by only moving one thing instead of everything individually.

You say you can barely fit in your bathroom so adding a hamper inside of it wouldn't work, but then don't seem to understand why many many people don't have the room for a second, separate work/project table in their home that isn't also the dining room table?? Like. That's why people use the dining room table. Because they don't have enough space for a second large flat surface in their home. Just like you feel you don't have space for a hamper in your bathroom?? (They do make smaller over the door cloth hampers, but also you can just put a hamper wherever it is going to work for you. Until my new roommate moved mine without asking, I kept one outside the bathroom which was also next to the washing machine.)

The bookshelf acting as an end table won't fill up with junk if you use small open sorting baskets on the shelves to catch stuff, and keep the trash can there, like suggested. If finding the remote and tissue box is most important then you should put it on the top, because that presumably isn't where you're putting your keys. The solution to an ADHD teenager putting her coat over the back of a chair was a suggested coat rack or wall hook for her coat, and if that doesn't work for you, that's fine.

I really only took some pictures of my book so this isn't everything.

For example, the book also illustrates easy access containers for organizing "stuff" on shelving. This is the "away." It doesn't make dozens of tasks, it's "put in bin. Label later, if that helps."

Or like:

First rule of organizing "inventory must conform to storage." If you constantly have piles of stuff with no away, it might be that you need to purge some items in addition to containerizing them. Hell, I *know* I have too much stuff. Sometimes the problem is I have too many things and the real solution is "get rid of some of my stuff."

"how do I figure out where something ought to be stored/where its home is?"

And so on.

Ultimately every piece of advice I've shared from this book is a) a fraction of the overall book's advice taken from larger context b) explicitly not meant to apply to everyone with ADHD in exactly the same ways in every home and c) adaptable to your differing needs.

The mindset of assuming everything that isn't exactly written to help you specifically seems to have really hindered you though, which probably makes everything feel even more overwhelming. Tbh it may be *more* useful for you to find a professional organizer who works with folks with ADHD and hire them for a session or two so that you can have a precisely tailored experience that can help break through the initial assumed alienation and defeatism. They'll probably also be able to help you more easily translate advice you didn't think could or would apply because it didn't describe the exact thing you experience or concern you have. An outsiders perspective will apply a great deal of flexibility to proposed solutions that would tailor things to your needs & space for you.

From the book Organizing Solutions for People with ADHD:

Putting a coat on the back of a chair by the door is fine, but if you prefer, use coat hooks and a large catch-all basket for dropping keys, hats, gloves.

Small bookcase end-table next to the couch to store craft projects, books, and other things being worked on for easy access.

Add a storage unit near the dining room table to transition between eating and working there.

Daily toiletry items should be stored in a basket that you can move easily

Extra toiletries and medicine cabinet items go in open shelf/basket storage so they can be seen and used easily. If items no longer fit, purge the excess. Don't obscure the view!

If you disrobe in the bathroom, place a tall hamper in there.

Keep a set of cleaning supplies in each bathroom

[ambivalence-and-torpor]

[More messages to Aitreo]

GG: Yaawwn~

GG: I -s>aid what I-s>aid.

GG: If you can't put piece-s> together without me having to -s>toop down to your level and -s>ound it out. then let-s> have the game-s> begin!

GG: You're not a-s> fun a-s> Ketana'-s> text-s> made you out to be!

GG: Then again. You hang around him and the heir. -S>o it -s>ay-s> everything needed.

GG: I'll leave you dead in a ditch if you keep di-s>tracting vital people from their work. Don't play -s>tupid. I don't enjoy having to.. get rid of people who are all so buddy buddy cwozy with the heir-s>.

GG: But exception-s> have to be made for repeat offender-s>.

GG: -S>hame! That'll be more than once! T-s>k T-s>k you people are like roache-s>

Oh this troll is going to be a problem. And Aitreo's already making plans to dispose of that exact problem...

That and of course, figuring out what exactly this shit is about. So far he knew this was about Lammek and Ketana... but who was the third person? Nakaou? Literally all of his quads? Was that it?

He doubted it was that easy. Plus, that would be one heck of a coincidence... chances are this was connected to Oyabun somehow... the connection to Lammek would make sense. Wasn't quite sure how Ketana fit into that just yet, but hey, he'd know soon enough.

TA: Sx ya want me tx nxt die? TA: Well isn't that just sx fucking generxus xf yxu?

TA: What made ya decide tx try and help me? TA: I mean, ya cxuld have just wanted me end up dead in a ditch anyway, nx?

TA: What are yxu getting xut xf this?