#He feels the need to be perfect. Which basically led him to giving up things like being a normal kid

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Okay. Okay.

I'm okay.

I'm fine. Life is great.

...

"Perfection"...*sighs*

[bountycancelled]

EASY PEASY, LEMON SQUEEZY

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opla sanji x reader

in which sanji teaches you a few basic cooking skills, while you try to ignore how close to you he's standing

genre: delusional oneshot, pretty suggestive, gn! reader, my sanji/taz obsessed ass shining through the cracks

requested: nope, but they're open so feel free♡

a/n: I don't have anything to say besides I'm sorry.

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this was all your fault.

you just had to open your mouth and spill the beans on the fact that you didn't know the first thing about cooking, which led you to the predicament that you were in now.

or was it Sanji's fault for offering to give you private lessons with a tone in his voice that could be mistaken as flirtatious and a wink your way (which in hindsight, you should've definitely refused) and for being a kind, flirty, witty, compassionate piece of work who could cook like a god, who you couldn't help but fall deeply in love with?

no matter whose fault it was, all you knew was that you weren't mentally prepared to spend alone time with Sanji in the kitchen, as you knew that this experience would only aid your feelings in flourishing.

but what you were or were not prepared to do didn't matter, because you were already in the kitchen, standing shoulder to shoulder with the man in question as you washed your hands and he looked at you with his typical honeyed gaze and a slight smile on his face.

"you look extra beautiful today my love, how am I supposed to focus on teaching when you look like that?" he questioned out loud in an airy voice. you shrugged as nonchalantly as you could, cringing internally because you had in fact, dressed with a little more thought today than most days, and the fact that he noticed made you want to bash your head against the counter until you saw blood. how much more obvious could you be?

"okay. so first, I'm gonna need you to dice up an onion for me, alright?" he stood behind you, watching over your shoulder as you peeled the onion and picked up the knife, and you could swear that his lack of distance was genuinely giving you respiratory problems.

"how would you like 'em, chef?" you asked sarcastically, missing the way his breathed hitched at the nickname.

"hmm... super fine." now, the logical side of you knew that vegetables could be chopped very finely, you weren't completely inept in the kitchen after all. buuuuut, the absolutely unsavable side of you, aided by the fact that you could legitimately feel his breath on the back of your neck as he spoke so so sweetly with that accent of his, believed that he wasn't just speaking about the onions.

you shook away those thoughts, and began cutting the onion. you could almost feel his correction before he corrected you, but you were definitely not prepared for his next actions. his hands held your own as he guided your knife movements, his front almost pressed against your back. he whispered praises in your ear, although you severely doubted that your subpar knife work was worth any compliments, but that didn't stop him. a "there you go." here, a "so so perfect" there, even a cheeky little "you're doing so good for me" just to make you squirm.

maybe it was his tone of voice, or his hands (which had now moved away from yours and found purchase slowly moving up and down your arms) or the fact that your hand was so shaky that you were sure you were gonna lose a finger at this point, but you had had enough.

you put the knife down, not bothering to finish cutting the onion, because he could cut his own damn onions if he so pleased, and spoke before your more timid nature could stop you.

"you didn't ask me here to teach me how to cook, did you?"

silence.

maybe you had misunderstood the situation? oh god, oh god, oh god. you readied yourself to apologise for making him uncomfortable before-

"am I that obvious?" you could almost hear his smile as he spoke seductively, his hands moving from your arms to you waist, gently caressing your frame.

"yes, you are. not that I mind." okay, this was not how you were expecting this lesson to go. but it was days like this that you daydreamt about in the comfort of your room.

"I know this is a bit forward, even for me but-" he cut himself off with a soft kiss to your neck, and you felt yourself shudder at the contact. "-I honestly can't resist you any longer-" another kiss, this time to your shoulder. "-would you give my the absolute pleasure to taste you, please?"

if you weren't already against the counter with Sanji behind you, your legs would've given out from under you on the spot. you nodded, not trusting anything coherent to come out of your mouth at that moment, but snapped out of your daze as a confused sound rang through the kitchen from the doorway.

"you busy Sanji? I'm kinda hungry right now." Luffy spoke with a certain normalcy, as if he hadn't just walked in on, well, whatever was about to happen to the two of you.

Sanji chuckled, placing one more kiss to the back of your neck before moving away from you, but not before whispering in your ear once more. "why don't you go to your room and relax for a bit, love? I'm still aching to taste you."

you were in for a ride today.

[ashwhowrites]

So excited to see your requests open!!! My first request since I found you!! So I was having a hard time deciding what to ask for and then I thought why not do a dice roller on the prompt list with the categories!

And I got love confessions 7, and then under fluff 11. Honestly it sounds cute as hell! And that’s all, full author control of the set up and what have you.

And clearly I’m very indecisive tonight so I rolled for who to ask for it with, between Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. And the dice gods decreed Steve and I cannot wait to see what you do with this!

You are chef’s kiss, shining star, ten million fireflies lighting up the world as owlcity fell asleep.

Lol, basically you’re great and your writing is great and thank you so so much for doing requests as much as you do! it really just makes it easier to get through the miasma that is life when I can check here for new goodies on fic days. Your effort is so appreciated babes. XOXO

“I’m going to need you to stop for one second because I just find it so incredibly rude that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your stupid, oblivious ass. Are you a brick? Because you’re dense as fuck.”

“Our kids are gonna be *mwah*!”

A harsh confession

Steve was a helpless romantic who never wanted to give up on his relationship with Nancy. But it was clear she didn't love him and a part of him was scared to admit he didn't love her. They were high school lovers and he figured she'd be the one until the end, simply because it was the easiest outcome.

And then he met someone else, Y/N. He met someone who made him feel things he had never felt with Nancy. It scared the shit out of him. To make matters worse, it was his new coworker. Someone he would always see and spend time with. Then he'd go back to Nancy and try to get Y/N out of his head.

But she never left. She haunted Steve's head and he couldn't escape her. He didn't have the heart to tell Nancy, so he planned to suffer for the rest of his life in a convenient relationship. Nancy had other plans, she fell in love with someone else too, but she wasn't going to stay for Steve. One drunk night and all her feelings came to the surface. Steve was hurt but man was he relieved.

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Steve walked into work as a new man, a bright smile on his face. He was free and that meant he could go for Y/N, the girl he truly wanted.

"What's got you in a good mood?" Robin asked

"Nancy broke up with me," Steve said, but he didn't sound upset about it, and that confused Robin

"Isn't a breakup supposed to be heartbroken and supposed to be crying in your bedroom and not showering for days?"

"I'm not a girl," Steve scoffed, which led Robin to give him a glare and roll her eyes. "It was needed, neither of us was in it anymore," Steve explained.

"Morning, guys," Y/N smiled as she walked through the doors. Steve smiled upon hearing her voice, his stomach fluttering as she walked past him and he inhaled her perfume.

"Morning, Y/N," Robin smiled

They followed her with their eyes until she was out of sight.

"That's why you aren't upset. You got your eye on someone else," Robin teased, nudging Steve with her elbow.

"Yeah, but the question is, does she have her eye on me?" Steve sighed

~~~

Now that Steve was single, he tried to charm Y/N's socks off. It seemed to work, she'd smile and get shy. Sometimes she'd flirt back and it made Steve's head spin.

He felt too nervous to straight out ask if she was interested in him so he hoped his flirting and consistent interest told her how he felt. But were girls ever that easy? Nope.

She liked Steve, of course, she did. He was gorgeous with his sweet eyes, perfect smile, and flowy hair. She had feelings for him the second she met him. But he was with Nancy so she never went for it. Now he is single and seems to flirt with her more than he ever did with Nancy.

Y/N wanted to give in but she was scared to be his rebound. She liked him too much to date him so fresh out of a relationship. She couldn't tell if he was interested in hooking up or interested in being together. She could have asked him but she felt like she would sound way too pushy about it.

She gave it a week or two and Steve never asked her out so she gave up. A random boy she met asked her out and she accepted the date. She wasn't exactly interested in the poor boy but maybe it would make Steve move forward a step.

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"SHE'S ON A DATE!" Steve screamed as he walked into Robin's bedroom. His hair was a mess from the amount of times he ran his hands through it. He was beyond frustrated and a bit hurt.

"What?" Robin asked

"She's on a fucking date, Robin. Clearly, she doesn't like me," Steve huffed, collapsing on her bed with a dramatic sigh.

"Well, have you thought about asking her on a date?" Robin sighed, already knowing her peaceful night was going to be spent on Steve's feelings.

"Obviously!" Steve groaned

"Okay, did you ever ask her?"

"Well, no,"

"How do you know she doesn't like you if you've never asked her out?" Robin sarcastically smiled

"Because she's currently on a date with a guy," Steve said back in a duh tone.

"It's a date, Steve. She isn't getting married," Robin said as she rolled her eyes, "ask the girl out."

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The next day Steve pulled her aside at work. She was confused but followed him into the back room.

"What's up?"

"How was your date?" Steve asked, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall

Y/N was surprised he cared to ask, "It was alright. Is that what you wanted to talk about?"

"Will there be another date?" Steve asked. He tried to sound nonchalant but his tone was clearly snippy.

"Being debated," Y/N shrugged.

"Well is he cute?" Steve asked

"Yes, Steve he's cute. What's going on?" Y/N asked

"Just catching up with my friend," Steve shrugged.

Y/N felt her body deflate at the word friend. She rolled her eyes and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Steve asked, pushing off the wall to follow her

"To work, Steve. This conversation seems to be pointless." She snapped

"Talking to me is pointless?" Steve scoffed

"It seems like it!" Y/N huffed. "I mean we barely have conversations. We flirt and that's it. Now you call me your friend and try to get the inside scoop of my dating life. What do you want from this conversation?"

"I want to know why you went on a date with that guy!" Steve exclaimed

"Because he asked me out!"

"But why would you go when we were...you know flirting," Steve argued

"I'm sorry I didn't know flirting meant we were exclusive. You never said anything about actually liking me!"

"Well, I do!" Steve fought, "I like you and I want to ask you out but it's clear you don't like me that way. I mean you already have dates lined up so I guess I shouldn't waste my time." Steve went for the door but Y/N stood in front of it. Steve looked down at her, it was clear he was angry but didn't want to lose his cool.

"I didn't want to be your rebound!" Y/N admitted

Steve's face softened, "what?"

"You and Nancy just broke up. I've always liked you but I didn't know if you were flirting because you like me or it got your mind off Nancy. And you never did anything more than flirt so I have a feeling it's the second one." Y/N spat, her eyes went into slits as she glared.

“I’m going to need you to stop for one second because I just find it so incredibly rude that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your stupid, oblivious ass. Are you a brick? Because you’re dense as fuck.” Steve laughed with no humor behind it.

"Hey you don't have to be so ru- wait you love me?" Y/N asked, her anger disappeared as shock took over her body.

"I've been in love with you, even when I was with Nancy. I should have gotten to the point and asked you out. But you also never said how you felt!" Steve argued, "But we know how we feel now, so where do you want to go with this?"

Y/N didn't have to think. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his. Her hands dove into his hair, it was softer than she ever dreamed. She loved feeling his hair and his lips, she knew she'd never get tired of it.

Steve kissed her back, his arms wrapped around her body. He pressed her against the door and kissed her harder.

The door pushed back against them and they quickly jumped apart. Robin kept pushing open the door until the two came into view.

"Got a job to do lovebirds," Robin said

"Right!" Y/N said, her body felt like it was on fire as she raced out of the door

“Our kids are gonna be *mwah*!” Steve said a dazed smile on his face.

"Oh Lord help me," Robin sighed as she went in the direction Y/N went.

[cactuscoolerr]

Do you think you'd write a smut fic of shidosae x reader 😭 like the mini post about the poly relationship?

⋆｡˚. three holes - shidou ryusei , itoshi sae

• notes: poly relationship with sae and shidou is my fav thing ever. this one took way too long for me to get back into so it might've been a little rushed.. I apologize ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)

you were sae's girlfriend first, having been a childhood friend turned lover. you were there when sae left for spain and you were there when he came back to play in the u-20 match against the blue lock project his brother rin was in.

that was where you met shidou ryusei. sae wasn't too happy with the fact that shidou met you before he could shield you from him, but with the way you shyly laughed every time shidou called you 'doll face' sae figured he could tolerate it anyway if you were happy.

with sae back, you couldn't help but pounce on him as soon as you closed the front door of your house, moaning softly into sae's mouth as he led you over to the couch to gently lay you down. "please.." you whined softly as sae pulled his shirt off over his head, showing off his tan from being in spain and his more prominent abs from his training while abroad.

"please, what?" sae gazed down at you with a bored expression but his erection pressing into your clothed cunt told you that he was enjoying this as much as you were. "i need you, sae"

your voice was so sweet and the desperation in your eyes was nearly enough to make sae cum in his pants but he managed to keep his composure. the more he listened to you, the more he wanted to give in to you. who was he to deny his pretty girl her pleasure, anyway.

swiftly, sae slid your panties down your legs and pulled his cock out, rubbing it along your folds just to hear your whines. "be patient.." he muttered and glanced up from your pussy to look at your face. you had tears in your eyes with how desperate you were to have sae's cock inside of you as you watched sae's cock, jolting slightly whenever his cock head slid past your sensitive clit.

"you ready?"

at the first sight of your small nod, sae was pushing into your cunt, groaning quietly at the feeling of your walls tightening against his neglected cock. "so fucking tight.." sae breathed out and looked up at your face. you always looked so beautiful to sae when he first pushed into you but since he hasn't had you like this in a while, he couldn't stop himself from cumming deep inside of you with a loud grunt while gripping tightly onto one of your thighs.

after calming down and catching his breath, sae opened his eyes to meet your own, which were filled with curiously and slight amusement. sae gave a mean glare and clicked his tongue. "i'm not used to you anymore"

"i'm not used to you either.." your voice was gently as you traced your fingertips against his hand that was still gripping onto your thigh. "we just have to get used to each other again, right?"

with the way you looked at him, sae suddenly remembered why he was so in love with you. you were always so patient with him whenever he didn't realize he needed patience and you were always willing to go at his own slow pace whenever it was needed. sae was in love with your intelligent mind and your beautiful face. he could've never asked for a more perfect person for him than you are.

"yeah.." sae was nearly breathless as he gazed down at you, near hypnotized with how pretty you looked underneath him. "together" he slowly pulled out of you so that only the tip of his reddened cock was inside of you before slowly sliding back into you, watching how your face screwed up into pleasure and how your chest began to rapidly rise and fall as you desperately searched for his hand to hold on to.

"you okay..?"

sae was basically consuming you, body and mind as his voice infiltrated your ears. you could almost cry with how happy you were with the fact that he was back. that he was yours again.

"im okay.. please keep going, sae.."

and with that, sae thrusted into you once more, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips in order to silence the quiet gasps and moans you let out as he continued to fuck into you.

the morning after, sae told you that he'd be home for a little bit longer, meaning you'd be able to spend more time with your boyfriend. what neither of you realized was that sae's companion from the u-20 match would also have the chance to spend more time with sae, which meant more time with you.

it seemed that almost every time shidou was with you and sae, whether it was at your place, shidou's, or the itoshi's, he was trying to make a move on you.

"come on, doll face" shidou grinned at you and pat his lap with his legs spread wide, tempting you as if it were some kind of test that you were close to failing. sae sat on the couch opposite of shidou, watching as you blushed at shidou's attempt towards you. he could feel himself beginning to lose his temper with how many times he's had to smack shidou on the back of his head and tell him to behave but this time, he wanted to watch it play out. sae had almost wanted you to sit in shidou's lap, indulge in his attempts.

you were hesitant with your next step, glancing at your boyfriend as you moved closer towards shidou. instead of sitting in his lap, you sat next to him with a polite smile, taking extra caution to avoid sae's sharp gaze as he watched your every move.

before shidou could say another word, sae let out a heavy sigh and leaned back on the couch, propping his chin up with his fist as he watched you and shidou with a bored gaze. "have your way with her, demon" sae spoke, making you look up with him with widened eyes. you weren't exactly sure what he meant by that but you were almost excited to be able to find out. "entertain me. if i get bored, i'll fuck her right in front of you and you'll never even get an attempt at talking to her again"

"do you understand me?"

not a second passed before shidou was nodding vigorously, licking his lips as he turned towards you. "can i have my way with you, babe?" his eyes were almost predatory, making you whine softly in desperation. "yes.. please.."

it didn't take long for shidou to have you crying on his fat cock. the way he stretched you open, his cock not even fitting inside of you completely, paired with the way he was quickly rubbing at your clit was the reason for your tears. his teasing didn't necessarily help with the tears either, only making you pout and cry harder when he called you a slut and teased you for getting so turned on for another man while your boyfriend was watching.

in the end, you were slumped against shidou's chest with his cum spilling out of you and his cock still plugged inside of your cunt after a few orgasms. he was gently combing his fingers through your hair and pressing soft kisses to the side of your head while cooing at you and telling you how good you did for him, how beautiful you looked while he was splitting you open on his cock.

after that experience, shidou begged and begged for another shot with you. with the annoyance in sae building up, he finally exploded and yelled at shidou to just join the relationship for all he cared before stomping away, muttering complaints about the annoying blonde.

of course, shidou took him seriously. the next day, he was at yours and sae's shared home, clinging to you while you watched sae's more than annoyed expression. "i wasn't fucking serious, you idiot" sae's eyebrow twitched at the sight of you and shidou.

but shidou pouted, "really? why weren't you serious? I think we can make this work, don't you think, sae?" he all but whimpered, hoping that sae would pity him and cave. all it did was irk sae even more, but he still caved, waving shidou off with mutters of annoyance.

"if it'll shut you up.." he glared and shidou grinned, immediately pressing a wet kiss to your cheek, making you laugh and push his face away.

the next time you and shidou had sex, sae was behind you with your back against his chest and his fingers toying with your clit as shidou slammed his cock deep inside of your cunt. you felt your boyfriends erection underneath you, twitching as your moans grew louder as shidou pistoned his cock in and out of you faster.

it didn't take any of you too long to cum, you and shidou cumming at the same time while sae came in his pants a few seconds after. and while coming down from your highs, shidou sloppily kissed you before moving up to kiss your boyfriend. the sight was almost mesmerizing as you clenched around shidou, making him start fucking his cum back into you

"so gorgeous, baby doll.." shidou hissed from the overstimulation, his hips stuttering slightly. "ain't she gorgeous, sae~?"

with a glare and a huff, sae hesitantly nodded "of course she is," he huffed again, pressing his bangs from his forehead from the sweat. "she's my girl after all"

shidou cooed at sae's romantic statement, pushing your chin upwards to face your boyfriend, urging the two of you to kiss.

and of course, your lips perfectly slotted together with the redheads lips, the way they felt was like home and you never wanted to lose it. sae must've felt the same way with his hold around your torso tightening and pulling you impossibly closer against his body.

your body twisted so that your chest was now pressed against sae's chest and you had a better way of kissing him. his hands found safe on your ass, kneading and pulling at the fat of your skin, groaning softly into your mouth as he rolled his hips upwards for friction against his hardening cock.

"you dirtied her.." sae muttered against your lips, making you pull away to look at him. your boyfriends glare was fixated on the blonde as he smiled sheepishly downwards with a lust filled gaze. "that's my bad, sae.. want me to clean her up for you?"

a scoff sounded from sae, giving shidou a subtle wave of approval before he resumed kissing you. his hands spread your ass, making you shiver slightly in his hold, even more so when you felt shidou lick a wet stripe from your clit to your hole. "tastes so fucking good, doll face" shidou moaned into your folds, making you moan from the sensation.

"feel good..?" sae said breathlessly while pulling away to admire your face.

you gently nodded, your face crewed up in pleasure with little huffs of moans slipping passed your barely parted lips. "feels so good, sae.."

this seemed to spur shidou on as he alternated between slurping his own cum from your hole and flicking his tongue against your clit. how could he not when a gorgeous girl like you were practically praising his efforts like that.

a kick to shidou's side made him stop momentarily, looking up to meet sae's glare once more. his brow quirked up in confusion, subconsciously wiping the fluids dripping down his chin. it looked as though sae was adjusting you on top of him, but when shidou heard a pretty moan gasp through your lips, he noticed when sae's leaking cock head first breached through your cunt and slid the rest of his length inside of your hole.

your quiet gasps as sae slowly began fucking into you was nearly enough to make shidou cum. he had to hold onto the base of his cock so he could last longer.

a shared moan between you and sae was enough for shidou to snap out of it and lean down to lick at your hole again, this time, licking against sae's cock as well.

"sae.." you whined through a moan, pressing your head against your boyfriends chest as his thrusts got faster, close to cumming from the sensation of your sweet cunt as well as shidou's skilled tongue against the length of his dick. he could hardly contain himself, his forehead creasing in concentration while trying not to cum too fast.

"sae.." you whined once more, grasping tightly onto his shoulder while your already tight cunt tightening around his sensitive cock. "what is it?" sae hissed, his fingers digging into the fat of your ass while trying to ground himself.

"I love you so much," you nearly choked over your own words, tears threatening to spill over your lash line while looking up at the redhead. "love you so much, sae.."

though your words were slurred, they still held the same affect on sae as he suddenly came deep inside of your cunt, making you gasp at the sensation, as well as shidou as I began spilling down sae's cock and onto his awaiting tongue.

your loud moans came next. sae held onto you, muttering words of affection as your body jolted from your orgasm and your hands grasping at sae's shirt to ground yourself and your hazy mind. "did so well.." sae muttered into your hair with a gentle kiss pressed to your sweaty forehead.

"shit, that was so good," shidou stood up on his knees, his eyes still lust filled and his cock fully erect with cum spilling down the head of it and red. "pussy made from heaven, I swear"

sae rolled his eyes, hissing at the blonde to shut the fuck up as you slowly began falling asleep in your lovers arms from all of the exhaustion. it helped more that sae was gently running his hands through your hair and whispering in your ear that you can finally relax and how good you did for him. it was reassuring and kept your mind at peace as you allowed the drowsiness to wash over and take you.

you missed the way sae adjusted you, making sure not to wake you while shidou watched carefully. a kiss was pressed to your forehead once more as sae relaxed with you in his arms, watching shidou pout like a sad puppy.

with an aggravated sigh, sae caved once more to shidou being annoying and motioned for him to join the two of you. "just don't wake her up, demon" sae huffed and winced slightly when he laid down next to you a little too roughly.

"goodnight, pretty.." shidou whispered against your cheek before pressing a gentle kiss against your slightly parted lips. "goodnight, sae~" an attempted kiss was made by shidou towards sae, but your boyfriend flicked his forehead. "just go to sleep, dumbass" he scoffed, though his gaze was slightly softened while peering down at the blonde, then at you, his precious girlfriend.

[mynameismckenziemae]

🕸mm’s kinktober 2024🕷

Monsterfucking

Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only! MDNI!

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“Come out, come out wherever you are,” Bob’s voice to your right makes your head whip that way in disbelief.

How is he that close already? He had to have started searching before the 2-minute headstart was up.

Or you’re not as fast as you think you are; which is very possible in the moonlit woods.

The light breeze is enough to make you shiver when wearing only a dress, but the looks Bob had been giving you all night had been worth it.

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The Halloween party was a last-minute thing, so there hadn’t been time to get a costume. Bob had suggested he could go as a big, bad vampire and you his little innocent victim.

“Like Eric and Sookie,” he blushed when he suggested it, “you know from True Blood?”

With no other ideas, you agreed…even though you weren’t sure how your sweet boyfriend was going to pull off a dark, dangerous vampire.

Boy, were you wrong. Your mouth had gone dry when he rang your doorbell, wearing all black under a leather jacket.

Your nipples tightened at the hunger in his gaze as he took in your cute Mary Jane’s with ruffled socks, bare legs, and white dress. His perusal paused when he got to your nipples standing at his attention; lines of red staining the virginal fabric between them from the fake bite punctures on your jugular.

“Perfect,” he murmured, licking his lips.

“You even have fake teeth?” You asked, stepping closer for a better look, “Wow, they look so real.”

He’d caught your hand before you could touch the pointed canine. “Ah-ah,” he chastises you with a smile before kissing your wrist, “don’t touch, they’re sharp.”

Rolling your eyes with a giggle, you took his hand and led him down your steps.

The party might have been fun, but he kept distracting you with subtle brushes of his fingers on your bare thigh, the feel of his lips murmuring against your ear to be heard over the music, how he’d run his tongue over the sharp edge of his fake teeth.

All you could think about was how those teeth would feel on the delicate skin of your neck…

“Are you going to let me bite you tonight?” He asked on the walk back to your house, stopping near the woods.

An owl hooted nearby.

“Nope,” you slowly shook your head instead of nodding eagerly like you’d been dying to. He knew it too, by the way his lip quirked. “I’m a good girl, Bobby. Good girls don’t do that.”

“Well then,” he dropped your hand, “you better run.”

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Adrenaline courses through your veins when a branch crunches under his foot less than 10 feet away from your hiding spot under a fallen tree and you fight the urge to run.

“You’re close. I can hear your heart racing,” he pauses and inhales deeply, “and smell how turned on you are.”

A whimper tries to escape your throat as you throb in response but you swallow it down while trying to keep from rubbing your thighs together for some much-needed friction. The basic white panties you put on to complete the innocent look are soaked.

Suddenly there’s movement from behind and you take off running as fast as your Mary Jane’s will take you.

Between your panting and the leaves crunching underfoot, there’s no way for you to hear if he’s behind you and it would be unwise to try to look away from the uneven cobblestone path.

Soon the woods grow thicker and you’re forced to stop as branches begin to scratch your bare legs. Resting with your back against a tree, you slow your breathing and watch for any signs of Bob.

But everything is still; the night is now eerily silent. No rustling animals, no chirping crickets, no fluttering bat wings.

“Bob?” Your voice sounds small and doesn’t carry.

A cold wave of terror washes over you when a hand covers your mouth.

“Don’t scream,” Bob murmurs, pressing your body back into the tree with his hips, making you whimper at the feeling of his erection against your stomach.

The hand not covering your mouth skirts up your thigh and he chuckles lowly when his fingers find the wet material of your underwear.

“I hate to break it to ya, sweetheart,” he licks the tears you didn’t know you were crying from your cheeks, “but good girls don’t get wet panties from being chased in the woods.”

Your eyes roll back as he begins to circle your clit over the cotton.

“Bet you’d let me fuck you right here against this tree, huh?” He gently pinches your clit once before he gathers the soaked material and tugs, ripping it like it was nothing once you nod. He fumbles with his pants for a moment before the blunt head of his cock nudges at your entrance.

“Ready?”

You nod again, looking up at him under wet lashes.

He looks like he’s about to devour you as guides your leg around his waist while you lift the other, crossing your ankles behind his back.

His other hand slides from your mouth to your hair as he pushes inside you, pulling your head back before he dips his head, the two pinpoints of pain from his teeth make you gasp, “Do I get to bite you now that I caught you?”

“Please,” you whine as he bottoms out inside you, offering more of your neck, “do it. Bite me.”

Your mouth falls open with a silent scream at the sudden, searing pain as his teeth sink in.

But before you can think to panic, the pain is gone; replaced by a feeling of utter euphoria.

You cry out weakly, the white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins as he drinks your blood while fucking you roughly is so intense you feel light-headed.

“Not sure what tastes better,” Bob rasps when he finally pulls off your neck, “your blood or your pussy.”

The blood coating his chin catches the moonlight before he captures your lips for a metallic-tanged kiss.

“I’ll have to spend some more time between these thighs before I make my decision,” he continues when he needs to take a breath, “Will you let me eat your pretty pussy? Huh, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you breathe, hardly able to think with how quickly your orgasm is approaching, “whatever you want.”

“Oh I want,” he assures you, angling his hips so his pubic bone catches your clit with each thrust, “but I need you to cum with me first.”

Even though you’re expecting it, the pleasure when he sinks his teeth in again overwhelms you entirely and this time, there’s no holding back your hoarse scream.

Bob growls low in his throat as he follows you over the edge, emptying himself inside you.

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You look in the mirror the next morning in disbelief; your neck is unmarred.

“What’s up?” Bob wraps his arms around your waist before kissing your neck.

“I had the weirdest dream last night…”

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A/N: Well, I tried 🤷🏻‍♀️ not sure if this counts as monsterfucking lol. But I hope you liked vampire Bob!

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Chapter 7: Kuroo (NSFW)

Prompt: Reader working non-stop and (Character) has to ‘tire’ them out. (NSFW) Character: Kuroo

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You’re a workaholic. Anyone who’s ever met you could notice it at first meeting. You’re a typical type A person. You fit the stereotypical mold perfectly. This isn’t really a surprise to you though, you’ve been this way for as long as you could remember.

Ever since you were a little kid, you’ve never been able to take a proper break. You simply didn’t know how to. There always seemed to be something else to do, something to improve on, something to fix…

And while you profited from this trait in your professional life, it did horrendous effects on your personal life.

“Kitten, it’s almost midnight.” You don’t even glance up from your desk, engrossed in the report you’re writing, as your boyfriend curls his arms around you, silently beckoning you to come to bed. You sigh lightly.

“I’ll be there is fifteen minutes Tetsu.” You mutter absentmindedly, and Kuroo snorts, knowing very well that you’re saying anything to sate him.

Truth be told, Kuroo understood where you’re coming from. Becoming the spokesman for a famous a volleyball team has led to many late nights, but the difference between him and you were he knew when and how to take a break. Kuroo could kick back and forget about all his ailments, while you could barely go ten minutes without going into a frenzy about some files you had to go over. He couldn’t really remember a time when you weren’t like this. Even back in high school, you tried to make sure you had perfected every subject, every assignment. When you joined the volleyball team as manager, you stayed back longer than any boy practicing. Doing anything from helping cleaning and maintaining the gym, to help making as many practice matches as you could.

Many times he’d have to force you to eat and to sleep, among other things. Kuroo had gotten so used to it, it became routine to pick up both you and Kenma just to make sure both of you had eaten something. So much so that it’s a favorite pastime for him to recall those memories and watch you cringe.

But, now in your adult life and being in a romantic relationship rather than a platonic one, Kuroo lets you do you. Of course, now you know when to do basic necessities like eat and sleep (Well, sometimes you needed a little help), but mostly because he wouldn’t dare change you. (Maybe because of how amusing it is to see you try to relax). However, there are times where he felt he needed to step in. Just to make sure you wouldn’t burn out or combust.

You were high maintenance but, Kuroo liked maintaining you. Your drive and passion for everything you do is one of the reasons he fell for you in the first place.

Which brings him to his current mission. To get you to sleep. Ever since you were brought on to a new project at your work, he could tell you weren’t sleeping as much as you should be. And while he was usually lenient, it was starting to worry him a little bit. Hence, why this time he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Kuroo doesn’t respond with words, but only light, feather-like kisses down your neck, just to remind that he really isn’t going to give in. You try to ignore him, but once he begins to suck a light hickey right below your ear, you can’t handle it and let out a heavy sigh of mainly annoyance and just a bit of pleasure. You can feel his smirk from behind you. That jackass.

“Tetsu, I have to focus.”

“You can focus tomorrow, (Name). It’ll still be there when you wake up.” Kuroo says in a teasing tone while moving his hands from your sides to your hands, pulling them away from the work you so desperately want to finish.

“I promised myself I’d finish this today.” You argue, turning around to plead with your eyes, but to no avail.

“When’s the deadline?” You pause, before looking away slightly.

“Next week.” Kuroo doesn’t even need to use words, but just a slight eyebrow raise for you to feel the need to defend yourself. “I-I’m using next week to read it over just to make sure I didn’t forget any-” Your argument is cut off by your yelp as Kuroo picks you up bridal style right from your chair. You flush.

“T-tetsurou!”

He gives you a Cheshire smile. “Bedtime.” Is the only thing he says as he carries you to your shared bedroom. You huff childishly as he sets you down onto the bed and pulls the covers down. He pulls off his shirt and lays down. You’re silently thankful that you were already changed for bed. Your mind can’t even take the imaginary scenarios of what your boyfriend would do. Your noises of disagreement are quieted when he pulls you into his chest. You grumble slightly.

“I’m not a child you know.” You hear Kuroo let out a small chuckle. You feel the vibrations coming from his chest and shiver slightly.

“Sleep, kitten.” He whispers before playfully nipping your ear, which earns him a light smack against his arm. Such a tease. You sigh, before relaxing into your boyfriends’ arms, attempting to sleep.

Maybe this could actually be good for you. Some sleep to feel refreshed in the morning and give you the final push to finish that report…

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This was a terrible idea.

Not only could you not fall asleep, but you couldn’t stop thinking about your unfinished report in the other room. It was practically calling you, teasing you, infesting your mind with the fact that it’s sat there, undone. You shift slightly, leaning more against Kuroo as you feel his deep and even breathing. Lucky bastard practically passed out the second his head hit the pillow. While you laid there for about what felt like an eternity. You let out a low agonized whine, before looking at the clock on your bedroom wall. It was 1:35 am.

You definitely couldn’t stay like this. It was going to be the death of you if this continued.

You look from your door to Kuroo. Surely, he wouldn’t notice if you left for half an hour? You were almost finished with your report, so you knew you wouldn’t be gone for long, plus he slept like the dead…

You slowly and cautiously uncurled Kuroo’s arms from your waist, checking his face for the smallest shifts of discomfort, stopping whenever he twitched. After about five minutes, you managed to get him off you, and as quietly as possible, you stood up and tried to make your way to your door. You were about halfway there, when you hear a low grunt. You turn to see your boyfriend’s arms searching threw the empty space of the bed. He was trying to look for you.

If you weren’t focused on the task at hand, you would’ve recorded this for blackmail material. But, afraid of waking him, you silently grabbed your pillow and gave it to his searching hands. And like a child, Kuroo immediately clings onto it, pulling it into him and letting out a satisfied groan. You feel sensations of warmth course through you.

You swear you cannot describe the love you feel for this man. You feel yourself smile, going back and brushing your fingers down his neck, to which he let out a comforted noise.

Wait, stop, (Name) focus!

You snap yourself out of it, reminding yourself of the report sitting outside. With one last glance, you turn and make your way out the door. You feel peace and relief as you sit back down in your desk chair.

Okay time to get to work…

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Okay, this might’ve taken a little longer than you’ve anticipated.

You finished writing the report, but when reading over you decided halfway through that you wanted to change a section, but then it intersected with another part and another…

Long story short, you’re rewriting it all over again.

You have no clue what time it is, only knowing the last time you checked it was 2: 45 am, and its felt like forever since you last checked.

But nevertheless, you were convinced that you were going to be done in the next fifteen minutes, so you just had to make sure that it was quiet enough that Kuroo wouldn’t wake. You made sure to check the door every five minutes and not a to make a single sound other the keyboard clacking. You were filled with determination. The next ten minutes flew by, with you getting immersed into your own little bubble.

Which is why you didn’t even hear Kuroo get up.

Granted, he had woken up randomly, but when he stirred and found himself clutching a pillow instead of your body, he knew immediately what you were up to.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He groaned, before huffing out a laugh, shaking his head at the clock on the wall. It was around 4: 15 am. Kuroo got up and walked out of the room, to find you sitting on your desk, face totally absorbed in your screen. He leans against the wall causally, watching you for a while.

“You know they say the early bird gets the worm,” His voice is rough from sleep, but is still filled with amusement as he watches you jump from his voice. You turn his way like a child getting caught for taking candy from their mothers’ purse.

“But this is a little much don’t you think?” He watches you slide out of your desk, closing your laptop while attempting to figure out a reasonable defense, but ends up watching you open and close your mouth like a gaping fish. He wishes he had his phone with him to catch your expression.

“I… I wasn’t tired. So I just figured I’d finish while it was still on my mind.” You finally say, voice filled with nervousness and a little bit of shame. Kuroo looks from you to your laptop.

“And did you finish?” You look away.

“…Not yet.” There’s silence between you two for little while. You watch Kuroo rub his face, clearly trying figure out what to do with you. You gulp.

“Tetsu, just go back to bed, I’ll be finished in ten minutes. As soon as I’m done, I’ll go to sleep I promise. I just couldn’t rest knowing it wasn’t done-” You’re cut off by Kuroo’s body pressing into yours, pushing you against the wall in a searing kiss, moving against your lips in a slow but bruising pace. You moan in surprise.

How-How did he even get over here so quickly?

Your mind goes blank as his hand travels under your pajama shirt (Which was his old t-shirt, but whatever), rubbing your lower back in ways that leave your skin tingling in its wake. You gasp from the sensation, giving Kuroo the space to slip his tongue in. At this point your body is on auto pilot, with even your arms subconsciously wrapping around his neck at some point of the suddenly heavy make out session.

After what felt like centuries, Kuroo pulls back to let you breathe, before immediately going to attack your neck, not in the lighthearted way he did hours prior. He cycles from sucking on your flesh to lightly biting to kissing, all in places that he knows are sensitive. This all came on so fast that you can barely form coherent sentences.

“T-tetsu… What -ah, are you… Doing?” You pant, and he finally stops and smirks at you, which alone caused your heart to skip a beat.

“What else could I be doing? Taking your mind off work.” With that, he continues that assassination on your neck.

Honestly, the idea came to Kuroo on a whim. He knew that you couldn’t (or wouldn’t) stop working on that stupid report, so at that moment he could only think of one thing that could have a chance at taking your focus off it.

 Sex.

Primitive yes, but hey, it worked at the best of times. Plus, it could also help with working off the extra energy you can’t seem to shake.

It’s a win-win in his eyes.

(It also may have to do with the fact that you two haven’t slept together in a week, due to said report, so he could be feeling a little pent up but that’s a different issue.)

After he was satisfied with his work on your neck, which was full of red and purple splotches that he knows you’ll complain about later, he returns to your lips, kissing you with all the strength he had. His hands travel from your back to your chest, thankful that you weren’t wearing a bra. Kuroo starts to knead your breasts, making sure to pinch and pull and your nipples every so often, leaving you to twitch and cry softly in his mouth. He can’t help but think about how the sounds would feel around his cock, and that imagery goes straight to his crotch.

Right no, this was about you. Another thought for another day.

His hands leave your chest, to go to the back of your thighs. He squeezes them to silently tell you to that he’s going to lift you. You help a little, jumping slightly and hooking your legs around his toned hips. Without leaving your lips he takes you to the nearest surface, which was your couch, and lays you down with the upmost care, before pouncing on you immediately. Putting one of his legs between yours.

After five minutes in this new position, Kuroo suddenly leaves your mouth and you quietly whine at the loss, but he doesn’t hear as he motions you to lift your arms off to take off your shirt. You comply, helping him remove the item of clothing, leaving you in just your panties. Kuroo appreciates the fact that you don’t wear pants to bed as he takes a moment to look at you. Your face flushed and red, lips swollen with a bruised neck that goes down to your collar bones. Your chest heaving from your heavy pants that accentuate the curve of your breasts. Kuroo has to real in his self control to stop himself from fucking you immediately. You feel yourself heat up from his dark eyes looking you up and down like you’re a piece of meat.

“St-stop staring, pervert” You mutter, turning even more red from embarrassment. He smiles at your shyness. “Sorry kitten; but you can’t expect me not stare when you’re all laid out for me like this~ Just waiting to be devoured.”

You stutter at his words, refusing to look at him but trying to kick him to get your point across. He catches your leg with ease, and starts to kiss your calf, going up your leg, purposefully avoiding where you want him most. You whine again, this time with Kuroo hearing you and he chuckles lowly.

“Patience is a virtue, you know~” He teases, and before you could say anything, he latches his mouth to one of your nipples, leaving his hand to tease the other, making you speechless. Your only response was a shaky moan as he softly bites your nipple, causing your back to arch just a bit.

Kuroo is relentless, refusing to let your nipple go until its bright red and engorged, making even the lightest touch make you shiver. But he isn’t done in the slightest. Once pleased, he turns to the other one, giving it the exact same treatment. Once he’s done, you’re practically shaking with need.

“Tet-Tetsu… Pl-please.” You moan, as he teasingly pinches your extremely sensitive nipple. He looks at you, acting oblivious.

“Hm? Do you want something?” You glare as hard as you could at the prick, but with your half-lidded eyes and totally red face, it loses all intensity. Kuroo huffs out a laugh, sensual and deep, as he takes his finger and trails it down your abdomen and down to your inner thigh, making you let out gasps as your body twitches at the touch. He traces tiny circles down your inner thigh before grazing the lips of your pussy.

You’re absolutely dripping. His cock twitches. Maybe this week has been hard on you too…

“So needy~” He groans, again not giving you time to respond, as he shoves his finger inside your dripping hole, leaving you writhing. To be honest, he was becoming impatient as well, his cock was becoming so hard it was beginning to hurt, but he ignored it for your sake.

Kuroo starts off slow, pushing his finger in a slow pulse, loving the way your walls would twitch around his finger. After a while he brought his thumb to rub slow tight circles on your clit. You struggle to hold in any noise. Not like you weren’t struggling before.

“Tetsu~” You pant, becoming a literal puddle as he steadily winds the coil forming in your lower abdomen. Your hips start to move on their own accord, pushing against his finger to get it even deeper.

You want more. You need more.

“Still thinking about work?” Kuroo asks slyly, purposefully adding a second finger just to mess and cloud up your thoughts.

Bastard was making you look like a bitch in heat. But in the moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. Not with all the pleasure muddling your basic communication skills. Kuroo obviously didn’t like that, so he decides to push up into a place that makes you see stars.

“Tetsurou!” You literally gasp, arching your back so far that you lift yourself off the couch. Kuroo groans just from your voice and expression alone. Just watching your eyes roll into the back of head was enough to put him in a frenzy, not even mentioning the way you said his name. He wanted you to scream it. Scream so loud the neighbors file complaints.

So of course, what else was he supposed to do but press and rub against that spot repeatedly.

Kuroo watches hungrily as your gasps and moans pitch higher and higher as his fingers set a brutal pace. Adding a third finger and his palm against your clit once more and you were goner, with him throwing you into climax rather than pushing you to it. He swears your cunt squeezed him so hard his fingers lost circulation for a moment, but it was worth the expression of pure bliss on your face.

It takes you a while to get your breathing under control, winding down from a climax harder than you’ve had in a while. You take a couple minutes resting your eyes, before you remember that Kuroo was still present, now rubbing his cock against your inner thigh.

“I hope you’re not tired yet, kitten~ We still have so much work to do.”

Boy, were you in for a rough night.

[stealingpotatoes]

Invitation to talk about Sayuri and Nymie?

:D CAN OF WORMS: OPENED!! i'll tell u abt how they got found as Jedi

ok so Sayuri is one of the students that doesn't rlly go home bc there isn't much to go back to. Basically her parents were Rebellion pilots (or one was a pilot the other a mechanic. kinda unsure) but were both killed in action against the Empire abt 3-4ABY ish. obvs the Rebellion couldn't look after a 7-8yo while fighting the Empire

so the remainder of the squad manage to get her back to her parents' home village/ where she was born. so having like Everything change all at once leaves her pretty ?? and gives her some serious trusting-her-environment issues. her coolgirl "i dont care" persona is very much a result of this bc she's worried abt getting too comfy in smthn. (which is at odds w the OTHER issue she got from this event which is "deathly afraid of flying" an issue not helped if Master "traffic laws are just guidelines" Skywalker is piloting. but she tries 2 act like shes fine)

this is gonna get kinda long so im gonna smack some unposted art here and then go into a readmore

anyway fast forwarding to when Sayuri's abt 13 (roughly 9aby) she's visiting her parent's old squadron on a New Republic bc they'd all come visit whenever she could and after the Empire's fall they did a lot more pick her up and fly her to a base to ALL see her. and they're like omg Sayuri you came at the PERFECT time bc this rlly amazing pilot war hero who's also some like. mystical whatever is here!! he's on his way to some magic place we heard. maybe u can meet him!! which sayuri meets w her usual whatever bc she's not that gassed abt war heroes.

very worth noting that the squad's probably all seen her move shit with her mind, but theyre like oh you know how it is with teenage girls. the "nobody knows what a jedi is" + "the empire existed for a decent bit of her childhood" thing has kept anyone from being like yeahh sayuri should like. talk to someone abt this.

anyway she goes along when the squad are like c'mon let's see if we can see him. ok the only way i can describe this is you know the spiderverse like... spidey-sense recognition thing? that's basically what happens LOL Luke and Sayuri both have a FORCE USER RECOGNISED?? moment and Luke then makes a beeline for her then realises oh shit tiny teenager not jedi. would you LIKE to be a jedi?? and sayuri who hates her village and is feeling the strongest emotional connection she's felt in forever w this stranger she met 2 seconds ago is like okay fuckin sure yeah. and woo jedi!!

i posted my unposted nymie art yesterday but likkeeee pretend theres some here <3

So Sayuri falls into the "one of the Jedi found them thru the force or by chance" category of students who get found. However Nymie very much falls into the second category, which is "CAN SOMEONE DEAL WITH THIS WEIRD SUPERPOWERED CHILD FOR US????"

So 2 things about Nymie: 1. like i've said before, she's from a very rich high class pantoran family. super stuck up, mostly raised by nannies & tutors, but somehow Nymie just didn't get the stuck-up genes like all her (4!!) siblings who are just obsessed w their social standing etc and is instead just :D all the time. 2. her proficiency ig is the living force esp in the 'good at connecting to animals' way (which I think means I legally need to draw her w Ezra).

so the former often led her to escaping her family's stuffy parties and galas or whatever (usually to whoever's house it is' garden or somewhere she wasnt meant to be) to find something interesting. usually a pet <3 one particular time when she was 9 she was following her Pet Sense but couldnt find anything in the house. so she kinda just reached out more and long story short thats how Nymie managed to call this hugemassive beast (i'd tell u what it was if i knew pantoran animals LOL) out of the nearby countryside to her. massively distressing for everyone, all these rich ppl were like "OH MY GOD I NEARLY DIED" (it didnt attack anyone). very funny exciting time for Nymie who was enjoying this new beastie friend til animal control showed up. saddening. everyone is confused bc HOW did that happen

a dude old (and cool) enough to have seen more than one jedi in their heyday (+ idk uni researcher knows his shit) noticed what happened w it going straight to Nymie and overheard her account and realised what happened and was like hi nymie's parents. i think u need to get into contact w the new republic bc thats a jedi right there (which they take and go oo social climbing. we have a jedi child people will think we're cooler. bc theyre assholes)

and yeah im losing steam now but luke shows up and she joins the academyyay!

[no1frogfan]

Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting 3

Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kita, Aran x afab reader

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MDNI, p in v, mirror sex, (very) light degradation, not really breath play but 1 tiny neck squeeze, anal sex, threesome, oral (m & f receiving), creampie (pretty much always), the boys smell good (ALWAYS)

Word count: ~1.5k

Note: Not huge on Oikawa normally, but had a lot of fun writing him here. Happy early birthday to Aran <3. If you enjoyed this, you may thank ix for sending me Miyuki bulge art that turned me into a mess of horny goo

the orig boys | more boys

You hear a loud thump followed by muffled cursing from the other side of the wall. A few minutes later, there’s a knock on your door. Standing there is a very pretty brown-haired man with a pout on his face. When you tell him your friend’s not home and you’re just cat-sitting, he introduces himself as Oikawa Tooru and asks you for help instead. “I’d normally ask Iwa-chan (you have no idea who that might be), but he has the audacity to be out of the country right when I need to hang up these curtains,” he whines. First, you’re stunned by how handsome he is, then, you’re floored by the glamor of his apartment, but nothing prepares you for his bedroom — sure, there’s a huge bed, elegant furniture, and a literal chandelier, but none of these catch your eye as much as the two walls covered floor-to-ceiling in mirrors. You’ve never understood mirrors in the bedroom, but to each their own, you suppose, as Oikawa rambles on about the curtains — color or fabric or weight or whatever.

He insists that you stay for a drink, or two, or three as he regales you with tales of his professional volleyball career in Argentina and how he’s back in Japan for good now, sitting way too close to you on his fancy leather couch, thighs almost touching, one arm slung casually behind you. He’s much sweeter and funnier than his bratty demeanor first led you to believe, and you let yourself be charmed by him, let your senses be filled by his warm brown eyes, easy laughter, spiced cologne. Because there’s only one thing on your mind since you helped him hang those curtains up: what would it be like to be filled with him? And your breathing shallows, thighs clenching at the thought.

Ever observant, Tooru doesn’t miss the signs, which is how he knows you’d respond eagerly when he leans in to bite at your neck, guiding you to the bedroom. And now as he splays you open in his lap, you understand the appeal of the mirrors. You don’t just hear and feel the squelch of your sopping cunt every time he plunges up into you, you see every tremor of your body on full display, you see his hands palming your breasts, you appreciate the sheer size of them as he wraps his fingers around your neck and gives you a light squeeze. You see your pussy lips trembling, your cum and his running down his balls and pooling into a dark wet stain on the sheets. You see his chin resting on your shoulder, forehead sweaty, lips moving as he purrs into your neck about how good you’re taking him, how you’re being such a perfect little fucktoy just for him. You’re exhausted after so many rounds, but when you try to lean your head back to rest on him, he tsks, wrapping one calloused hand around your jaw to yank your chin back down. “Ah ah, eyes on me,” he orders as he reaches down to slap your throbbing clit, “watch me make this slutty pussy cum one more time.”

“Come here, c’mon boy!” You bend over and slap your thighs invitingly, trying to act like everything’s fine. Everything’s normal! You’re just playing around in the park! But Bacon sees through your lies. He knows you’re just trying to leash him, and he’s decided that being chased is way more fun than being caught. He runs off again with a muddy splash and you straighten up with a groan. This is your fault, really. You should’ve been more careful clipping his harness on this morning, but he really needed to go outside and you were basically still asleep as you pulled on some sweatpants and shuffled out. You’re just starting to accept that today will be miserable when you hear a husky “Need some help with Bacon?” You stiffen as a tall man with spiky black hair approaches you, a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. He introduces himself as Iwaizumi Hajime, your friend’s neighbor. Ah, so that’s why he knows Bacon.

By the time you two catch him, he’s rolled in 3 more mystery puddles and has basically become a foul swamp creature. Iwaizumi very kindly carries him back to your friend’s apartment and helps you bathe him too. After you both clean yourselves up, you cook him lunch as a small thanks and the two of you get to chatting. He tells you he’s an Olympic trainer. So that’s why all you want him to do is pin you down and fuck you senseless. You wet your lips as your mind wanders, your eyes raking over his broad shoulders and burly thighs. He clears his throat, that smirk tugging at his lips again when he asks you if you “Like what you see?”

Oh, you definitely do. If you could have a single coherent thought right now, you’d thank your lucky stars as your knees are pinned against your ears and your shoulders are pressed awkwardly against the back of the couch, a continuous whine of “oh fuck— fuck— oh my g— fuck Hajim—mm so good—” spilling out from your mouth as a wall of Iwaizumi looms over you. He angles himself with each thrust to hit that spot inside your clenching pussy that has your eyes rolling back. He teases one finger against your asshole, gingerly slipping it in when he hears you moan, pushing you over the edge for what feels like the hundredth time. It’s obviously not just the athletes themselves that have Olympic-level stamina because Iwaizumi is immediately ready to go again, pressing the tip of his cock against the entrance of your ass. You shudder and wiggle against him, letting out a pleased sigh as he presses inside, his eyes locked on yours for any sign of discomfort. There’s none as you encourage him, the slick of your combined cum dripping down and easing him in. He thumbs your clit, helping you adjust to the size of him before he starts to move slowly, struggling to maintain a slow pace as you spasm around his cock. His thrusts get faster and sloppier despite himself, “Fuck not so tight—,” he chokes out as your legs begin to shake and you writhe beneath him on the brink of another orgasm.

You don’t think you can get any luckier when you find out your temporary neighbor is Ojiro Aran. He heard you were housesitting and came around on your first day to offer his help should you need it. (You’re normally not into goatees, but Aran might have singlehandedly changed your mind.) Between his soft smiles and his habit of drinking coffee shirtless on the balcony every morning, you’re already feeling blessed every day. But it turns out, you can get luckier, and you do, when suddenly a second shirtless man joins him. “Kita Shinsuke, I’m visiting for a few days.” Between the two of them, the number of wet dreams you have suddenly skyrockets.

You learn they both used to play on the same volleyball team, and that Aran now plays professionally while Shinsuke is a rice farmer. Someone else they used to play with is now on the Olympic team, and Kita is in town to attend a practice game. They invite you along despite your protests that you know nothing about volleyball, patiently explaining the basics during the match. All of you end up having a ton of fun. The three of you grab drinks and takeout from a famous onigiri restaurant you’ve been dying to try (somehow they know the owner there too) and unwind together after a long day. Aran and Shinsuke are both so easy to talk to that you start to feel too comfortable, too honest, and apologetically confess to having way too many sex dreams about them.

It certainly seems like your apology is accepted as they press their hands and lips all over you, pinching your thighs and gently mouthing at your chest. Aran’s stare almost burns you as he watches Shinsuke grip your thighs, holding you down on his face while his tongue skillfully coaxes another orgasm from you. Your vision clouds as you ride it out, babbling about how much you want them both inside you. They would never deny you. Aran gently presses you forward so you’re bent over Shinsuke, eagerly lapping at the salty precum dripping from his tip. Aran positions himself behind you. He eases into your dripping pussy, you moan through a mouthful of Kita, and Kita whines into your cunt. The sensations are overwhelming now as Aran drives into you, fingers bruising your hips as his balls slap against you, driving Kita’s cock further down your throat. Kita’s mouth and tongue busy themselves with sucking and lapping at your clit. You feel Shinsuke buck up into your throat, load after load of hot cum gush into your mouth while Aran rails you, a shuddering groan vibrates against your folds building the tension in your core again. “Just like that baby,” one of them groans out between clenched teeth as you tip over the edge one more time.

[lintwriting]

Disney’s Comphet Episode

girl meets world's legacy will most likely be its total flop as a sequel to boy meets world, as well as the worst autism rep ever lol but I'll personally always remember it for how much it FUMBLED THE BAG because it introduced a stupid love triangle.

why were there so many shows in the late 'aughts dedicated to RUINING their shows with pointless ship wars? star vs the forces of evil, danny phantom, and girl meets world are just off the top of my head.

we have these two perfect best friend characters. surprisingly perfect friendship. okay, more like, veering on homoromantic.

(via @forbescaroline)

and then you know what they do with it? They insert the MOST WHITE BREAD ass love interest ever in the form of Lucas.

his defining characteristic is that he's a dreamy goodboy, and there's nothing wrong with that except that he's EXTREMELY boring compared to the oddballs of the rest of the cast, like Farkle or Maya or Riley.

The one thing that subsidizes his bore factor is that all his love triangle ship drama fuels conflict in the show.

he's the straight man--ha, get it? kys

he's dreamy enough to have these perfect friends in conflict over him.

and it kind of ruins the fun of the show.

like, i don't want to see Riley and Maya fight. and they don't even want to fight either. so they're just sighing sadly at each other, meanwhile im over here WHY WOULD YOU EVEN WANT TO DATE LUCAS??

it's giving "she was a girl, he was a boy, can I make it anymore obvious"

like i appreciate a show that demonstrates that girls in competition over a guy DO NOT need to be catty or mean (from what I can remember), but like, this should have been a 1 episode plot AT MOST GOD

they expand on the plot in the most bizarre ways possible too. like i havent watched this show in years, but i still remember this shit.

The premise of the show is that Riley falls into Lucas's lap on a bus in ep 1, so they're basically an end game couple from the beginning. But they have to introduce a shitty love triangle.

So they then have an episode where Maya "acts" as Riley for a day, and while she's acting as Riley, she realizes that Riley doesn't love Lucas and most likely sees him as a brother. which, first of all, is the craziest shit ive ever heard, and second of all

COULD HAVE BEEN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL scene about comphet EVER in a disney kids show.

the DRAMA. the PROJECTION. "she's confused" "feelings you don't understand"

the contrast between what Riley THINKS she feels for Lucas and what Maya feels for Riley. Riley ASKING MAYA "how do I feel, then, maya?" and MAYA's "just tell me what to say" !!! It's the "Good Luck, Babe" of it all!!!!!!!!

it astounds me that this exists in the show! i remembered nothing else about the show EXCEPT for this scene and the terrible autism PSA farkle episode lol.

they use this to fan maya x lucas flames and some drama about maya becoming riley in the last season, which I have zero clue about because all that exists to me is that one crystal clear moment of comphet.

so yeah, while I don't care for sabrina carpenter's music, im extremely happy that she covered chappell roan's "Good Luck, Babe" because it led to this amazing edit that compiles all these moments lol

what a moment. everything, it all has led up to this 67 views edit.

last thing I gotta say, I feel like the drama of "are you becoming me" would've ATE as drama, especially in a sapphic context. like some jennifer's body type shit. instead, it's poorly executed, one-sided, and does harm to both of their characters, from what I've read. BUT LIKE, there's no way it was one-sided. The envy/self-projection thing nor the love!! THEY HAD TO HAVE BEEN RECIPROCAL oh my god i can't Disney was SO CLOSE to greatness WHYYYYYYYYYYY

[bluelancelion]

So, I've been re-watching Stranger Things S1 - S4 and I got things to say just to let them out of my system.

First of all, kudos to the Duffer Brothers for one of the best found family ever created. I love the gang, I love the later addition of Max, Robin and Eddie. The characters are clean.

But here's the thing, let's talk about characters and, more specifically, Steve and Nancy.

So, we pretty much got a weird vibe between Nance and Steve in S4, kinda heavy hinting that Steve is totally not over Nance and they might get back together.

Now here's why this is a bad move.

First of all, I heard somewhere that Stranger Things is supposed to end like a circle, so many things that we've seen in S1 might return by the end of S5 (aka last season).

IF that's true, quoting some fans theories, then:

- Robin is gonna become Nancy's bestie (taking Barb's place)

- Steve and Nancy are gonna get back together (?)

Look.

I know what you're cooking here.

Steve and Nancy started their relationship when they both weren't fully evolved as characters, right? We're gonna pull a "right person, wrong moment" move in S1 that's gonna come back in s5 because after their MASSIVE character development, Steve and Nancy are basically two complete new people.

THAT could've worked IF Johnathan didn't exist.

Cause let's be real here, if Johnathan didn't exist, this trope would've been perfectly fit. BUT-

You guys gave us the whole "Nancy likes Steve but she's not in love with him" and then you pull out Johnny boy and pretend like we don't pick up the fact that Nancy loves him?

Plus, if Murray says so, then it's law.

I don't make the rules here! He's basically jesus, everything he says is right and if that man says Nancy and Johnathan love each other, then they love each other. If he says Hopper and Joyce love each other, then that's true, no questions asked.

"But people change, and Murray could always say that as things are now, Nancy and Steve are perfect for each other."

Yeah, maybe, but then what was the point of giving us such good chemistry between Johnathan and Nancy? They've hit it off since season 1, carrying it all on season 2, had a difficulty overcome TOGETHER in season 3, making their relationship even stronger if you ask me-

Only for it to... to what? In season 4? (I haven't rewatched season 4 yet so I don't remember the details except they wanna go to different colleges, but I'm dead sure they don't break up yet)

But noooo, the Duffer Brothers want to give us a lesson. Every person in our life is important to us and they shape the person we are today. Nancy needed a Johnathan in her life, in that specific moment of her life, not a Steve. But as we get closer to the future, or the present in s5, we might find out that the character that is Nancy Wheeler in that season, in that period of her life, doesn't need a Johnathan anymore, but a Steve.

And I don't say "need" as if boys can be swapped like socks, I mean that maybe Nancy is building her future somewhere where Johnathan doesn't want to be, or maybe Johnathan is growing into a man who's goals are far away from Nancy's.

And this is heartbreaking, cause you know these causes might lead to a break up and it had NOTHING to do with their feelings for each other. Nancy and Johnathan love each other, no matter if they break up or not because what they want in life is different.

Which brings us back to Steve getting back with Nancy.

Look, I'm all in for people finding happiness, but it feels a bit odd to give us such a good couple, make them break up (and thus breaking our hearts, but no matter what, we'll still love them both because life led them to break up, not their feelings)... Only for Nancy to be RANDOMLY back with Steve? Like???

I don't know, it gives me a bittersweet taste.

Now. Let's not forget this is Stranger Things, and stuff might go fucking south like:

- Johnathan dies and Nancy is left grieving. We have a timeskip into the future where Nance and Steve are together again, fighting the grief in the company of each other. Maybe in the past, Steve and Johnathan fought side by side in the Upside Down and it was Steve who failed to save Johnatan. In the meanwhile Steve and Nancy got closer as well, so it's easier to digest their reunion if it's under this perspective.

But seriously? Are we gonna pull that, Duffers?

OR Steve dies (please no) and Nancy's right there to hear his last wish and maybe she kisses him? Like a goodbye forever kiss, they might've worked out if it weren't for Jonathan and how things went in the end, yadda yadda

Honestly, I can think of a bunch of theories about how this could go, but no matter HOW it goes, I still think that making Steve not over Nancy is a tiny bit of an insult to his character development.

After Robin, his character was peak. He was supposed to get with her (which let's admit it, we all low-key rooted for it) but when Robin's actress proposed her idea of making Robin a lesbian, literally everything went from perfect to THE EPITOME OF PERFECTION. King (hair) Steve Harrington, popular once douchebag, now single mom besties with a lesbian? Peak writing. PEAK. WRITING.

You know what could've been even more peak? Making Steve come out as bi and have a little thing with Eddie but y'all were cowards

BACK TO MY POINT. Steve wishes for and deserves a soulmate, never ending love and a family. And, in a way, he has that already through the kids, through Robin, his friends-

I just... I don't think, and I neither see Nancy being that person for Steve. And it sucks cause they could've made a character specifically for Steve to fall in love with (I know, that was supposed to be Robin but since she's not anymore, either give Steve someone new cough Eddie would've been a good match cough OR give us a new female character so he can have his dream love story and we'd all be happy) instead of recycling old characters who had an awesome journey just to end where it all began.

And I get it, this is supposed to be Stranger Things ending, right? To finish where it all started.

And again, the Steve and Nancy of S5 might be exactly who they need in their lives at that moment.

But after EVERYTHING we've seen so far in these 4 season? Nah man. Just... It doesn't work.

I'd be happy to hear your thoughts :)

[nix-moon]

✮⋆˙✮ V𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔫'𝔰 𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥 ✮⋆˙✮

(𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙)

SEASON 6 SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠️📢🚨

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I'll start by saying that this is my personal analysis based on nothing more than my own experience watching "The Dragon Prince". Anyway, long text ahead!

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I really like how Viren's story was built throughout The Dragon Prince/Mystery of Aaravos. I enjoy villain narratives that bring some elements which, in my opinion, give the character development a little bit more of a "real humanity" you know?

Like for example, a character that makes mistakes, regrets them, and then go and do something totally apposed to their beliefs, take hypocritical actions, such as humans do all the time! I love when the idea of a perfect character falls apart, showing contradiction.

I think TDP brings that to the table all the time buuut talking about Viren I think it makes total sense that he used dark magic again after giving it up on previous seasons, exactly because of contradiction in actions, because things change and so does the circumstances and his whole beliefs/regrets.

Another thing, and this might be totally MY gone-too-far analysis, I feel like there's a lot of attention to detail and symbolism in Viren's relation with dark magic, which is basically, you know, the main "element" that makes him a villain somehow. Whether this was on purpose or not, I'd like to point out some of my observations towards this:

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Dark Magic and Viren's ascension and fall ᯓ★

Viren's plot started and ended with dark magic. As his "villain era" started when he used it to cure Soren, as shown on season 6, he also died from its use. TWICE if you think about it, because the turning of events in previous seasons were mostly led, in my opinion, by the fact that Viren, being someone very ambitious (thinking that he would to anything to get what he wants, either the cure of his son or power) found in dark magic the instrument he needed to materialize his desires.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃⋆ Someone who was served, someone who claims to be a server ᯓ★

Before dying, king Harrow "humbled" Viren by pointing out his place as a servent of Katolis, which wasn't taken so seriously by the High Mage at that time. In my opinion, we was already taken by the idea of getting almost everything he wanted from dark magic, or, being served, since magic creatures were literally serving to his purposes. As his journey continues in the "after-resurrection" times and he starts to be more reflexive, he comes to a point where he, himself, goes back to the place he sort of turned his back to (Katolis) claiming not mercy, not forgiveness, but that he is a servent of that kingdom. ~CHILLS~. This is one of my favorite moments by far! It shows to me a true redemption, where the character isn't looking to a scenario of "feeling better" about the things he did and regretted, he is actually assuming the weight of his mistakes and willing to pay the price.

I understand that people wanted some sort of reconciliation between him and Soren, or some kind of gathering with Claudia, but I like the way things went in the story by far. I'm glad Soren didn't get that letter, because to me it brought even more real-life aspects to the narrative: where you may not be ready to say some things and back up, where there's angst, where forgiveness is so hard to achieve when someone you love takes a path that hurts you so bad! Soren goes to see Viren on the dungeons, and then doesn't want it anymore, he is fighting contradictions of feelings he doesn't even know how to name - is there something more human than that? Being confused and wanting to do AND not do something at the same time?

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ The heart: corruption and salvation ᯓ★

The last topic leads me to this one: the heart. During the series, we constantly see the narrative of the "corruption by dark magic", the "it will consume you inside", and at some point the heart is used as the main corrupted "element", let's say, which is already symbolic enough for me to think about. BUT WAIT!

Not only Viren was corrupted by dark magic, which means his heart was taken, but it was his heart that "saved" Katolis. That old heart, broken by the idea of losing his child, broken by his wife reaction to his use of dark magic, and then consumed by it, stopped by it more than once, who was used in a spell made not anymore by the High Mage Viren, but by the humbled servent of the kingdom.

And more: Soren wanted him to take his heart. In his place, Viren decided to take his own, even though he had to use dark magic again, even if he would die doing it.

This is why it makes sense to me he did it again. This time, he wasn't doing it for him, he was doing it for his son, like he did before. In the beginning, he used dark magic to save his son, and in his last moments, he did it for his son once again, and the way this was so beautifully built trough the narrative makes me actually feel butterflies in my stomach and scream cry throw up.

I love this FUCKING show so much.

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That was my super-freaky-super-long analysis of a fictional character. If you read all of this... Go get a life. JK, I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think! ᯓ★

[yellowkitkieran]

To Have and to Heal (Part 14)

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Read part 1 here

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Single working dad Martin Odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. That’s not to mention football, life and... love?

Martin should be focused on today's match. In less than two hours, he'll be out on the pitch to captain his side. He needs clarity. He needs precision. He needs to stop thinking about you. 

But everywhere he looks, he's reminded of you. He can't bring himself to delete the dozens of photos on his phone or the messages you've sent him. The note you stuck in his duffle one day still hangs in his cubby, shoved between the shelf and the back wall. Martin aches worse now than being plowed over by a defender. How is he expected to lead when he is a husk of who he's meant to be? 

Martin runs a hand through his hair. At no point did he expect to become this attached, to have his mood so dependent on another person. He doesn’t like it, not at all. 

"Mate, you giving this talk or am I?" Kieran's Scottish accent grates on Martin's ears for no good reason. Kieran has been doing that quite a bit lately; he talks quietly about the woman he’s started seeing, and is careful to avoid doing so in Martin’s presence, but it still stings. At least someone on his squad is happy. 

Though grateful for the offer, Martin shakes his head. Team talks ahead of games are his responsibility, and he'll be damned if he misses it because you dumped him. Heartbreak aside, he needs to be the captain his team needs him to be.

So, Martin clamors to his feet. He forces his shaking legs to work, to remain steady, whilst his mind works through the fog surrounding it. Each step he takes towards the center of the sparsely decorated away dressing room feels like he is wading through waist-high molasses. But Martin has always been a fighter, and today is no different. 

“Facing anyone away from home is tough," Martin starts a minute later. He sounds more confident than he feels, which he is grateful for. "Nothing we haven't won before, though. Their fans are harsh but we are strong. We've faced worse and come away with three points. I'm not saying this will be a cakewalk." Martin observes the faces of his teammates, noting which seem hesitant and which are hungry. There's fewer of the former thankfully, which bodes well for their chances. 

"This will be both a physical and mental game. We haven't been challenged like this in over a month. Our last fixtures have been easy wins. No frills, nothing fancy- go back to your roots, the basics. Let's show our gunners what they traveled all this way for!"

Though far more brief than his usual, Martin's words have the desired effect regardless. The lads all clap and cheer, raring to go. Slipping into his matchday headspace is easier now that his teammates are here to lift him up. 

Not that it matters- ten minutes into the match Martin knows they’re done for. Sevilla batters Martin's side, raking them across the coals. A 3-0 loss away in the Champion's League isn't exactly a morale booster. The changing room is quiet after the final whistle blows. Arteta doesn't bother to give any sort of speech. The gaffer lets the silence speak for his disappointment, which somehow hurts more than if he had screamed at them for hours. Martin himself is too caught up in his head; his loose passing led to the goal that sealed their fate tonight, and that's not something he'll forgive himself for any time soon. 

On the ride from the stadium to the airport, Martin turns his phone over in his hand. In a perfect world, you would be at his house comforting Atla right now. The two of you would be cuddled up on his sofa, Atla probably insisting on being wrapped up in the duvet off Martin’s bed- that’s always her favorite on match day. 

The worst thing about an away loss is knowing that Atla’s nanny, bless her heart, won’t be able to keep Atla from crying. She hates seeing Arsenal lose, especially when it’s in the Champion’s League. Her poor nanny is probably frantically attempting to soothe her, though Martin is certain Atla won't calm down until he is home early tomorrow. 

If Martin is sure of anything, it’s that he needs to get his mind off of his lackluster performance. Because if he fixates on it, he’ll be lost in his head for who knows how long. Martin, as the face of his team, needs to be focused on the bigger picture. Arsenal still tops their group, regardless of tonight’s result; though even that knowledge cannot lift his heart enough. 

Messaging you might possibly be the worst idea he's ever had. He convinces himself to tuck his phone away until he's on the plane. There, crammed between the window and a snoozing Aaron, he can no longer resist temptation. Martin connects to the onboard wifi and pulls up your contact. 

He shouldn't. 

It's a bad idea, right? 

Fuck it. 

I miss you. If I asked if you're free tomorrow night what would you say?

Delivered at 21:53. Martin stares at the screen until his eyes grow heavy. The 'no new messages' in the app hangs over his head. When Martin falls asleep against his will, he dreams of titans tumbling from their mountainous perches, crushed under the weight of unmet expectations. 

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Leaving Martin's message unread is an exercise in restraint. Your fingers itch to click on it for multiple reasons, not the least of which is genuine curiosity. You know it starts with 'I miss you' and includes some sort of question, though you have no idea what he'd be asking. Maybe he wants the kit he gave you back, but he's too afraid to ask outright. 

Whatever it is, it doesn't matter. It's Monday, which means your students are your focus, not your personal life. Throwing yourself into work has never been a problem; you find small tasks to keep you busy when your students are working quietly in groups. Things like testing whiteboard markers, sharpening pencils, organizing bookshelves. Anything that keeps you busy and on your feet is acceptable at this point. Motion means distraction, and distraction means you don't think about your phone sitting in your bag. 

Your prep period comes and goes without incident, as you plan your entire week of lessons in the hour-long session. Your best friend is absent today, meaning she thankfully doesn't barge in to bother you about your day with Martin. Thank the stars, because you aren't sure you could have that conversation without a breakdown. At least you only have a few more hours until the final bell rings, and then you only need to get through after school care before you can flop on your sofa with a container of ice cream. 

Your stomach ties itself in knots as you set up the gymnasium like you normally do. Coloring pages are laid out on the plastic picnic table, footballs are scattered around a child-sized goal, and snacks are set out for kids to grab as they come in. You keep yourself as busy as possible whilst they arrive. You recognize Atla’s laugh rising above her friend’s voices and force yourself to remain seated. After successfully avoiding speaking to Atla for nearly an hour, a glance at the clock confirms your fear: her guardian is late for pick up.

"Hey, Atla," you murmur, crouching down to her level and keeping your voice light. You're fully aware of how she bristles when you speak, her little shoulders going rigid. "Is your papa picking you up today?"

"I don't know." Atla turns her head slightly away, a frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. It isn’t her responsibility to know who is meant to pick her up, but if you can avoid calling Martin to clarify…

You sigh through your nose while offering the child a smile, "do you remember him saying anything about pick up today? If someone different was coming by, maybe your uncle Kieran?"

Atla shrugs, continuing to color her cotton candy bunny. She sighs, purposely not offering you a pencil like she normally does. You know why, of course. You can’t exactly blame her for being frosty. 

Rationalizing with children is no simple feat. It isn't your place to sit down and explain to Atla what dating is, and why it isn't a sin for Martin to be dating her teacher. She's a toddler, and in her mind her mum will be coming back. Her mum would be devastated to find Martin with someone else, and that's all that matters to Atla. 

Instead of talking, you communicate in Atla's language. You pick up a purple pencil on your own and leaf through the printouts until you find one of a frog, then set about coloring it in. Atla pauses, clearly curious about your design, and watches you with bright blue eyes. You let her, wanting to repair the relationship you have with her above all else. It doesn't matter that your heart aches when you look at her and see Martin's features in her delicate face; she is a student and you love her the same as the rest.

You draw bright polka dots across the frog, determined to communicate in an easy, stress free way. Atla is an artist and as such, regardless of her age, her mind is soothed by creativity. You allow yourself to relax as Atla shows no signs of rejecting your companionship. You are all too aware of her eyes on you, following each streak of color you lay onto the page. It is an effort to remain quiet, letting the soft music playing from your desk across the room fill the silence. 

Finally, Atla squeaks out a question- "why were you kissing my papa?"

You mull the question over for a minute. You could lie, try and convince her that she had made it up. That would not be fair to anyone, especially Atla. No, the truth is best, especially because she will find out sooner or later. "Because I care about your papa very much. He means a lot to me, and that’s how I wanted to show him."

"You do?" Atla pauses to look up at you. “But I care about my friends a lot. I don’t kiss them! Papa said that’s only for people you love.” You afford her your undivided attention, setting your pencil down and sliding the page aside. Conscious of your body language, you refrain from crossing your arms to avoid closing yourself off. You have to be careful with what you say; the last thing you want is to admit your feelings to Martin’s tiny daughter. 

"Yes, I do. I care about your papa. You know how sometimes in films, when the princess is really sad, the prince comes along and cheers her right up? That's what your papa is for me." 

Atla's brow furrows like she's trying to picture it. She then sorts through the stack of coloring pages and pulls out one of Ariel and Eric, tapping the half-scribbled sheet, "like princess Ariel and her prince?"

You nod, thankful for her understanding. "Exactly. And I care about your papa so much that I'd let a sea witch take my voice," you lean over and pretend to grab at Atla, imitating stealing her voice from her throat like in the film. You continue when a delighted giggle fills the room, "and use it for her own plans. I'd be quiet my whole life if it meant I could be around your papa."

"I like when you talk. I don't want a sea witch to steal your voice." 

"Well then I'll just have to protect it won't I? Can't have you getting upset!" You playfully tap Atla's nose, earning you another giggle. Her wide smile has her dimples on full display, a sight which you admit you’ve missed almost as much as her pa’s.

Martin clears his throat from across the gym. That funny feeling in your stomach reappears with a vengeance. 

“Pa? Pa!” Atla's head turns and she immediately clamors over to him, her knee knocking the table in her haste to get up. Pencils roll to the ground and you bend to pick them up, forcing yourself to keep your eyes on your task and not on Martin. So studious are you that you refuse to look up even when a pair of black trainers edge into your view, followed closely by a pair of tiny white ones. 

“Hello,” Martin murmurs. Your entire body tenses at the sound of his voice. You haven't realized how viscerally you've missed it until you hear it. 

“Hello Mr. Ødegaard.” 

Martin doesn't speak just then. He doesn't need to; the title you've used says more than a thousand words ever could. 

Square one. 

“I apologize for being late. Training ran long,” Martin says with perfect formality. Gone is the hint of flirting you had come to expect. There are no traces of fondness. Instead his words are punctuated by an undercurrent of mourning. 

“It’s not a problem. Don't fret about it. Atla’s bag is on the coat hook- these are hers from today.” When you stand to hand over the drawings, you train your eyes on the crest on Martin's chest. You refuse to glance any higher. If you do, you know you won't be able to control yourself. One glance at his eyes and you'll crumble, and you cannot allow yourself to be so selfish. 

“Atla, grab your things please.” 

“Yes, pa.” Atla's little footsteps ring through the gymnasium, piercing in the silence. You and Martin both remain frozen, as your feet are glued to the polished wood beneath your feet. Your heart is an ocean in your ears. It pounds on your ribcage, begging and pleading to be set loose. Your fingers twitch at your side, joints aching to reach for him. You crave the familiarity of his lips, the burn that washed over you with each tiny kiss you shared. 

“You got my message the other day, right?”

“Oh- yes I saw something from you. I didn't read it though. Just got so busy, I must have forgotten.” Your stomach flips when Martin's posture slumps ever so slightly. You nearly reach out to comfort him but stop yourself at the last moment. 

“Right, of course.” Martin shifts on his feet, glancing at Atla quietly stacking cones. “I was trying to ask if you had some free time this week. Thought maybe we could do something.” 

You think back on the conversation you just had with Atla. Though she is incredibly mature for her age, you still don't feel right about having anything other than a professional relationship with Martin. “Mar I'm sorry, I can't-”

“Of course, I understand. Just thought I'd try one more time.” Martin smiles softly. The gesture does not reach his eyes. Martin looks so unlike himself, so timid and small, that you scarcely recognize him. “Atla, are you ready søta? It's time we get home, uncle Kieran is coming by to steal your chicken nuggets. We have to get there first or there won't be any left for you!”

“I told uncle Key those were mine!” Atla screeches, stomping over to Martin and grabbing his hand. “Come on pa! We have to go!” 

Neither father nor daughter glance at you as they make their way out. You remain rooted to the spot long after Atla's laughter fades. Cleaning up and locking the door upon your exit are the result of simply going through the motions. Muscle memory takes you home, barely remembering snips of the drive. 

The emptiness in your heart remains long after you have sunk yourself in a warm bath, wine glass in hand. Not red, never a red anymore, because you cannot stand the color. Even a deep merlot reminds you of him, of sharing that bottle in front of his fireplace the first night he’d invited you inside to chat. Neither of you had wanted to leave, though you reminded him that you had to be up early in the morning. 

The pinkish washcloth you run over your arms was once a vibrant cherry red. Even that stings more than you care to admit. More wine, another glass, anything to stave off the tears threatening to fall. Why did you have to say yes to that first date? Why did you cross that line, blurring the boundary between professional and personal?

It takes one more glass of wine before you find yourself reaching for your phone, splattering soapy suds across the tile.

Could we talk? 

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Could I request a part 2 of your most recent amber appleton x reader fic? maybe where reader takes care of amber during her recovery after the birth and them adjusting to being new parents

Hard to Concentrate

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: mentions to blood & bodily fluids, some coarse language, fluff

Basically the request :)

After forty-eight hours, Amber was discharged from hospital and the three of you were on your own. It was terrifying having to keep both of them safe. So fucking terrifying. While you drove, Amber sits in the back with the baby in the car seat.

You kept looking in the rear view mirror to make sure they were okay.

Amber caught you watching, and said, “We’re perfect back here, honey. Don’t worry.”

You smiled brightly, “Okay. I know, I just— I can’t believe it. She’s ours.”

“I believe it.” She chuckles, leaning over to watch the sleeping baby.

Alethea Elin — her first name was decided by you and Amber, her middle name was Amber’s mother’s.

“She looks like a mix of us both.” Amber continues.

“Are you kidding? That’s all you.” You bit back a laugh, keeping your eyes on the road.

“Do I need to remind you both our DNA was in there?” Amber teased quietly.

“She looks more like you though, and thank god because could you imagine if she looked more like me after you’d carried her for what— 38 weeks?”

“Well.” Amber hums, “That wouldn’t change anything. She’s still our baby.”

Your heart flutters hearing her say those words, a bright smile forming on your face as you snuck a glance at her with Thea. Amber’s decided to hold her for a bit. You two still had about thirty minutes until home, anyway.

“You feeling okay? Any pain?”

“It’s still fine, the meds haven’t worn off yet.” She smiled a little.

“Okay.” You answered, voice barely above a whisper. You were cautious, you didn’t want to wake up the peacefully sleeping baby.

Fortunately, the drive back home went by without a single problem. You took Thea from Amber and set her down in the cot, Amber followed right behind you. You then led her to your shared bedroom and sat down with her. “Maybe we could let Ricky know that he can drop Sammy back off now that we’re back.”

“Sure, baby.” You cupped her cheek, gazing into her eyes with a smile on your face.

Right, Sammy. He was a golden retriever you and Amber adopted about a year after Bobby passed. Sammy was two, and the sweetest little guy ever.

You got your phone out and gave Ricky a text, to which he very promptly responded.

“I’ve missed him.”

“I know.” You pecked her cheek. “Do you want to take a nap?”

“I’m okay, I think maybe I just want to read, or cuddle with you?” Amber took your hand slowly, linking your fingers together and smoothing her thumb over your knuckles, “You’ve been with me through every step of the way but I miss the little things like cuddling. It just felt weird to do that in a hospital setting— so tense, so sterile.”

You nod, giving her hand a squeeze. Then you got up and sat yourself down at the head of the bed with her. You still had to help her move around— especially with the standing up after she sat down. You were so careful, terrified of doing something that might hurt her even though you knew that was impossible because you were just cuddling with her. Still, you were careful. So careful, Amber laughed. “You know I’m okay, right? I’m not made of glass, darling.”

“I know, I’m sorry— I just— it’s honestly a little terrifying watching what you went through and you’re walking around like that didn’t just happen to you a little over two days ago.” You stuttered, “You are so damn amazing.”

Amber smiled back at you, a smile that made your heart happy. One that reminded you of your teen years. Shit, after all these years…such a mundane thing she does reminds you of something. There was a glimmer of that in her expression, but the more you looked at her, the more you noticed some more things…how mature the both of you had become, that little scar on top of her eyebrow that she got from an oil splatter trying to cook you your favourite dish for an anniversary dinner, her freckles…how they multiplied somewhat over time. But most importantly, the love. The love in her eyes was so apparent day after day. Amber was the personification of love, and comfort. She was the love of your life, and it was always clear that you were hers.

Now, both your love have grown, you were going to be raising a daughter together and it was going to be hard, it was going to be scary at times, but yet you knew you three will be okay.

“We have about 40 minutes before she starts fussing and crying again.” Amber pointed out.

“Are you sore or anything?”

“Mm, no. They feel fine, it’s the cramps that make me want to curl up in a ball and cry.” She admits, “So I’m glad they gave me the meds to help when it gets bad. But other than that, everything else seems as expected.”

“That’s good.” Your arm around her tightens, you press a kiss to the side of her head, “Do you want something to drink?”

“Babe.” She warned, “I’m gonna need you to take a breath because you have been running around like chicken without its head, doing everything. Rest your mind, rest your feet. I’m good, let’s just enjoy the peace while it lasts for now. Before I feed Aletha, I’ll get myself something to drink. I got it.”

“Alright.” You gave in, because she was right, you’ve been on edge and helping with whatever you could.

You sat with Amber while she fed Aletha, just watching them both. You could watch them all day and not get tired, though you were, honestly. It’s barely been a day and you have already gotten a taste of that sweet, sweet sleep deprivation.

“I’m gonna go get started on dinner, okay?”

“Oh, sure.” Amber nodded, face scrunching up a little in discomfort. You watched her for a few seconds, “You good?”

“Yep.” She nods, “Just felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. I’m good, I swear. She’s got no teeth yet.”

You chuckled, “Alright, Ams. If you say so.”

You cooked up a couple of steaks with avocado and sweet potatoes. You knew how Amber disliked the bland hospital food. Besides, the iron would be good for her recovery too.

You were still finishing up in the kitchen when Amber appeared next to you. “Hi, love.” She smooches your cheek, “Wow, that seems delicious.”

“I knew you were sick of all that bland hospital food, so…steak and veggies for dinner.” You grinned.

“Lovely.”

“Oh, um— Ricky said he’ll pop by after dinner with Sammy.”

Amber gasped softly, “Yay.”

Dinner was calm, quiet…everything you needed it to be after the understandably chaotic environment that was the hospital. You were finally calm again, your mind no longer racing like it was. “How about a movie after?”

“Oh, yes please.”

————

2:15. You heard Amber get up at 2:15 in the morning to feed Alethea. And you were then up too, truth be told, you’ve been drifting in and out of sleep since the two of you turned in at about 10pm. You were scared you wouldn’t wake up when Thea cried, you didn’t want to let her cry it out, you wanted to hold her. “Go back to sleep.” Amber notices that you were awake too.

“You’re up, so I’m up.”

“I’ll only be up for awhile.” She continued quietly. You refused to go back to sleep but didn’t say anything. You watch her carry Thea out of the cot and then she sits down on an armchair on the other side of the bed.

“Baby, go back to bed, please.”

“I’ll be okay.” You answered with a shrug.

She left it at that, not wanting to squabble over this. But she appreciates the company. You could see it in her eyes. After about half an hour, Amber burps the baby and set her back down to sleep. “Have some water before you go back to sleep.” You hand her a cup. “Thanks.” She mutters, taking it from you as you sat down in your spot. Soon, you and Amber drifted back to sleep until this cycle repeats itself several times since feedings had to be every two to three hours.

Both of you started your days officially at around eight. You got Sammy to eat then got started on making breakfast while she was in the bedroom feeding Thea. Nothing fancy for breakfast since you wanted it done quick— you were tired as well. Probably the most tired you’ve been since college where you had to stay up to revise. You knew Amber must’ve been feeling the same, if not more tired than you were. Her body was still recuperating from the birth, while you, having only accompanied her, were already feeling like you were becoming like a zombie.

“All good?” You ask when you felt Amber behind you.

“Yup.” She presses a kiss to your shoulder blade. “Need any help?”

“It’s fine.” You said with a smile, “Almost done.”

Plating the scrambled eggs and ham, the slices of bread popped up from the toaster right around the same time. Amber helps you put those slices of toast onto a separate plate anyway, then put two more slices into the toaster— even though you said you didn’t need help. “Thank you.” You kissed her on the lips sweetly after placing the ConningWare plate on the dining table.

“No problem.” She smiles into the kiss, then kisses you back. “Tea?”

“Sounds good.” You gave in and let her make the drinks, she’d just help out anyway.

Ever since getting home from the hospital, the time you and Amber had alone together were reduced to pockets of two or three hours at a time, which was a lot lesser than either of you were used to, given how much had to be done even during then. While you had to make sure everything in the house was spick and span, you also had to make sure all was okay with Alethea. And Amber. There was some things to look out for, to make sure she didn’t get herself in the hospital again.

Breakfast was as quiet as dinner was last night, barely any conversation, just each other’s company. “I’m gonna pump after this so we have some milk in the freezer just in case.”

You nodded, “That’d be good. Then you can nap more often and I’ll still be able to feed her.”

Amber gives you a crooked little smile as she continues eating the remainder of her food. Right as she picked up her mug and brought it to her lips, Alethea burst out crying, startling the both of you. Her cries seriously rang through the whole place. “I got her, it’s okay. You sit down.” You promised, “Ams, relax.”

She doesn’t really react, or respond. Again, she was tired so she was a little unlike her usual self. You brisk-walked into the bedroom and cradled the baby in your arms, bouncing her lightly as you cooed and shushed her quietly.

“Hey, precious.” You admired her features, “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, mommy’s right here.”

Her crying stops at your voice, she fusses a little before her eyes opened up to look at you. “That’s my girl.” You smiled, stroking her cheek with your pinkie. As your hand moved away, her tiny one grabbed onto your finger and refused to let go.

“Aw, I guess you don’t like being alone, do you?” You chuckled over your words. “Does that mean you won’t let me go back to breakfast without you?” Thea just stared at you, not a clue what you were even saying— obviously.

You lowered her back into the cot and she started to fuss. Biting back a sigh and a laugh, you stood back up and she stopped fussing. “Guess you’re coming with me.” You returned to the dining room slowly, Amber saw you holding Thea. “Why are you still holding onto her?”

“She didn’t want me to put her back down.” You let out an exhale in amusement. “I tried to put her back and she immediately started to fuss.”

“That’s cute.” She noticed the tiny hand gripping into your finger.

“Yeah, she doesn’t want to be alone.” You wriggled your hand a little, then your hand underneath her, rubs her back soothingly.

“Do you want me to feed you?” She offers, laughing at how you said that the baby didn’t want to be alone.

“No, it’s—” You squinted at her, “You’re gonna do it anyway, aren’t you?”

“Well I could try holding her while you finish this half of your meal. But she clearly wants you right now.” Amber had a cheeky smile on her face, “Besides, I get to have a little fun doing what I like to do anyway.”

“You like to feed me?” You gasped softly, playing along.

“You only ever let me do that when you’re sick and I love doing things for you,” Amber grabs your fork, laid a slice of ham and some of the scrambled egg onto a slice of toast, “So, just let me. It’s nothing compared to what this girl’s going to eat.”

You shrug, glancing at Thea before Amber held the toast to your lips. You took a careful bite, not wanting the food to fall on Thea. Amber chuckles, “I gotta admit it feels quite strange when she latches on and eats.”

“I bet.” You quirked a brow.

“Gonna need some getting used to. But at least it’s going well, she’s feeding well.”

You nodded, “That’s great, I’m relieved you’re not having any discomfort or pain.”

“You know what really freaks me out?” She continued.

“What?”

“Going to the bathroom after that area felt like nearly got ripped front to back.” She cringed. You do the same. You could only imagine just how uncomfortable and even painful that could be. You saw everything that went down— being in the bathroom with her was no exception. She needed some help getting to the bathroom at first, and a couple of things to make actually going to the bathroom less irritating for her lower half.

“Okay now I really gotta pee.” You gave her a sheepish smile as you took another bite of the toast. She puts it down and took Alethea from you so you could go do your business. By the weekend, you and Amber have successfully got into a momentum that worked. Sleep was getting better, so you two were way more energised. Ty, Ricky and Jordan even finally came by to visit now that you two had the things under control. Donna very kindly prepared like, twenty frozen meals for you and Amber that Ricky brought over. “Oh, my god. Ricky, please thank your mom for me, this will be so helpful.” Amber gasped, reaching out to take one of the bags. You swiftly swooped in and took them both from Ricky before going to the freezer to unload them, “Thanks, Ricky.”

“Oh, no worries. My mom had a lot of fun in the kitchen making all those different recipes.” Ricky replied, then crouched down to pet Sammy who’d just walked by his feet.

Your friends all got a chance to hold Thea, but not before they’d properly washed and sanitized their hands. That evening, Ty made dinner for everyone— allowing Amber and yourself a much needed break and to catch up with your friends.

“She’s the cutest baby I’ve ever seen.” Jordan remarked, “I mean really, I haven’t seen a lot of newborns that actually look cute, they always come out looking a little like a tiny grumpy old person— you guys have seen my baby sister.”

“Jordan!” Amber chided in a whisper.

“It’s a compliment.” Jordan chortled, “Take it. I love my sister, I love babies. I’m just saying, Thea’s the cutest one I’ve come across.”

“Has the sleep deprivation caught up yet?”

“Oh, yeah.” You laughed, pinching your temple. “But we’re figuring it out.”

“Yeah, well, you two look good. So I trust you guys are sleeping enough?”

“Uh, sure.” Amber chuckles, rubbing your back, “I think she’s been more worried than I’ve been lately.”

You sulked, “Can you blame me though?”

“I get it.” She replied, “And I appreciate it because you’re so attentive. But we’re in this together.”

You nodded, softly responding, “I know.”

“And, you have us to help you out. We’re pretty good babysitters if you ever need one for some alone time.” Jordan quipped.

Amber giggles, “We will keep you all in mind. But seriously— thanks so much for coming over and spending some time with us. It’s been great, we missed you guys and even though it’s honestly for me, it’s been hard to concentrate on the conversation because I’m always just making sure I don’t leave the baby crying— I know this apartment is not that big and I can definitely hear her, I’m just a little bit nervous I suppose.”

“Nerves are valid.” Ricky says, “It’s both your first time being parents, and you guys are doing everything you can and doing your best. You need to know that. And remember it. If you need help with anything, we’re always gonna be there to support you guys.”

Amber sniffles, easily getting emotional since her hormones were going to take some time to get back to normal. “I know. You guys tell me and y/n that all the time and we appreciate it so, so much. Some moments I just wish that my mom was here to meet Thea, spend time with her or help us with her. But instead, the pregnancy felt lonely for a little bit, because we were on our own technically. But then once you guys knew, we had you guys being the most supportive bunch and I just— cannot believe how much easier you’ve made it for us.”

“We’re like family now, you won’t be able to get rid of us anytime soon.”

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House of Gaunt pt.2

This is basically just some lore dumping about Ominis family in my lore. I have so much its kinda ridiculous at this point but I feel the massive need to share it so here we go. This is just barely a fraction of it but it'd take me forever to explain it all.

Also just a disclaimer that my version of the Gaunts is decently different then the one you read about in the Harry Potter universe. the HL universe itself doesn't exactly align 100% with what is canon in the HP universe anyway so who cares LOL. Tw: We all already know the Gaunts are violence af but either way, mentions of violence, cruelty, suicide, etc... Nothing graphic at all however I just felt the need to mention that just in case.

Starting off with the old man. We have Cyrus Gaunt, the head of the family.

(obviously he looks older than he does here-- since he's old af but I'm just working with what I got lol) Cyrus is the father of the five children + the head of the Gaunt family. He's the oldest out of all of his own siblings, hence why he ended up as the head. To put it frankly, he's a psychopath and crazy. On top of all the crimes the Gaunt family commits against Muggles, Squibs, and other Witches/Wizards who don't share his ideologies, he also runs an underground smuggling organization alongside his brothers and two of his sons. That alone has racked up his crime record.

His marriage to his wife, Belladonna was 100% arranged but he found some sort of love in her eventually. Definitely not your stereotypical loving husband and wife. However she gave him children and is a pureblood supremacist so that was really all he was asking for.

In the simplest way possible, he is a cruel man who doesn't care if he harms others. Or even if he himself gets harmed in the process as long as he has fun doing it. His son, Marvolo, was actually the one to give him the massive scar. He and Marvolo had always had a rocky relationship ever since his sons birth and when Marvolo was fourteen, he had really pissed his father off.

Cyrus threatened to throw Marvolo out if he couldn't prove he was worth something. He challenged him to a duel and said if his son could even get one hit on him--he could stay. Marvolo, not really caring what happened, just wanted to take the opportunity to fight his father. One thing led to another and Cyrus ended up with that massive scar on his face. (smooth move bro).

So yeah he's miserable and a total pain but gotta give it to him for being so persistently annoying.

Moving onto the mama of the family: Belladonna Gaunt.

Belladonna Gaunt is the unfortunate woman to have married that stick in the mud up there. She holds strong pureblood ideologies however she's much less cruel than her husband. However that "less cruel" part really only applies to her family or close friends. She loves her children and that's pretty much it. Of course there is some kind of love between her and her husband but it feels more "professionally forced" if you know what I mean.

So needless to say she was quite upset anytime Cyrus did anything rash against their children since she didn't agree with it. However, that doesn't exempt her from the Gaunts regular hobbies of torturing muggles in their own living room. She hardly actively participated but she often watched and found enjoyment in it.

But things like the night Ominis' was crucio'ed for the first time, she left in tears before anything happened--clearly upset about her husbands choice to allow his older brothers to do that to him.

Despite this, her beliefs are still deep rooted in pureblood supremacy and she does believe in violence against others she doesn't see as equals to her. Sooo she definitely does have her flaws.

Onto the oldest: Aurelius Gaunt.

Ever heard of parents picking favorites? Well yeah, he is the perfect example of being the favored child. His name, Aurelius, can be translated to "The golden one" (lol the golden child) which pretty much speaks for itself. However, that's not it. His middle name is Avyaan/Avyan (however you prefer to spell it) which can literally be translated to "he who has no imperfections" so yeah.. you guys can pretty much guess how they feel about their son based on that.

In that time period it was very desired to have a son, specifically a firstborn who was a son. Someone who could carry on the family name and legacy and so the Gaunts got exactly what they wanted when their firstborn was a boy. Aurelius grew up as the golden child, basically being the perfect son his parents wanted him to be. Cruel, willing to do anything for them (even if it was illegal) and much, much more.

Aurelius' approach to acts of cruelty tend to be much different than how most of his family approaches it. He tends to analyze things before going straight into it. But sometimes he just doesn't care, it really depends on what he's feeling like. Aurelius helps his father run the underground smuggling organization and is his fathers successor to the Gaunt family name and fortune.

He's always had a bit of a rivalry with his younger brother, Marvolo, and that sprouted feelings of hate on both sides but he's more tolerant of Marvolo than Marvolo is of him. Aurelius married a pureblood girl from France and they have two children.

However following the events of Matty Ambrose's 7th year at Hogwarts while Aurelius was roped up in Leona Oswald's crimes, he was eventually put in Azkaban for his crimes , which was quite shocking seeming how often the Gaunts could weasel their way out of punishment for their actions. Although that was mostly due to the fact that Marvolo was persecuting him himself.

However years later, Aurelius ended up being released on a deal that he would no longer participate in acts of crime and would have no association with his family outside of his wife and his children. But he was eventually allowed to attend the funeral of his mother, father, and sister but nothing else other than that. And because of that deal, everything he would've gotten from his family instead went to Marvolo (which was the reason why Marvolo even attempted to put his brother in prison in the first place, even though he himself was arguably worse). Aurelius lived the rest of his life in rural area in France with his wife.

Next in line is the crazy one we all already know: Marvolo Gaunt.

Now you might be looking at him and be wondering: Why isn't he short, ugly, and look like a monkey??

As I mentioned earlier, this universe does differ from the HP universe. But don't worry, he gets what's coming to him and later on in life he gets cursed and that's when he becomes ugly and starts looking like a monkey as described in the books I promise LOL.

But now that we've got that out of the way, let's start talking about this git. Just as firstborn sons were desired so they could carry on the family name and legacy, second born sons were desired too... as backups.

Yup, that's basically why he exists to his parents. And they never even tried to hide that from him. Belladonna and Cyrus hoped to have a second son just in case something ever happened to Aurelius--and they did end up having a second son but since nothing ever happened to Aurelius till much later, they severely neglected Marvolo throughout his life. Marvolo was born crazy and violent, that just a fact. However his childhood did have an impact on him which led to him being even more inclined to commit crimes and do horrible acts.

He fought constantly with his siblings, his parents, and basically anybody around him. He misbehaved and was punished severely because of it and he got in trouble with the Ministry several times. Each and every time his father would have to pull some stupid strings to get him out of that situation. Marvolo saw the way they treated Aurelius and was massively jealous of his older brother, so he tried to get his parents to treat him the same way.

He had a better relationship with his mother than he did his father as at times Belladonna did show that she cared about him. But Cyrus put Marvolo in enough dangerous situations carelessly to make known that he didn't care that much at all.

But if there was one thing that he knew his parents liked, it was violence. So he was going to upstage his brother in any way possible to "make his parents proud". This led to him being driven to mass violence and deeper and deeper into madness. Eventually driving him to the point where he killed and tortured innocent people for his own fun and enjoyment. His parents did end up liking him a bit more for that, knowing that if there was anyone they didn't like and needed gone, that Marvolo would take care of it in a heartbeat (as long as there was something in it for him.)

To gain revenge on his older brother, he ended up black mailing Matty in her 7th year at Hogwarts in order to get her to gather information about Aurelius' hand in Leona's crime organization in order to put Aurelius away for good. Of course, this wasn't exactly easy because Matty was like "tf?? no??" but eventually he was able to force her into helping him after the Aranshire incident (ifykyk.)

Eventually this plan worked and Marvolo ended up with all of Aurelius' inheritance and would later on become the head of the family after Cyrus' death.

Later in his life, Marvolo was forced to marry a pureblood girl he didn't care much for. He had two children, Morfin and Merope (we all know them) but didn't care much after his wife died. It did send him spiraling a bit but not because he was sad but because that meant he had to deal with the children alone.

His sister-in-law was extremely angry due to his carelessness regarding his wife and her sisters death. So she was the one that ended up cursing him, leading him to look like how he's described in the books. (deserved lolol)

Moving onto the middle child and first daughter: Selene Gaunt.

Out of all the Gaunts besides Ominis, Selene is one of the more moral ones. Tbh she's kinda a girlboss and I love her for that. Selene is the oldest and first daughter in the Gaunt family, so naturally she was doted on a little bit more than her other siblings growing up. She is pretty much along the lines of the stereotypical oldest daughter. She takes care of her siblings, makes sure things runs smoothly, but finds her siblings extremely annoying LOL.

She does have favorites and it's Ominis, simply because she doesn't find him as annoying. Her ideologies aren't nearly as deep rooted as her family but she kept that a secret. Truly, she didn't care that much about pureblood supremacy and didn't exactly agree with the torture of innocent people. Out of all of them (except Ominis), she has the cleanest record.

However she fell in line just to please her family. She did what she was told and that's how she stayed out of trouble. She dislikes Marvolo and Lyssa the most since she thinks they're annoying. Especially since Lyssa basically became a "mini-Marvolo". Now THAT annoyed her.

She'll be the first to tell them to shut up and start acting civilized and is definitely the more sensible one. Like Ominis, she was quite close to her late Aunt Noctua, which is the reason why she is the way she is. But she keeps the fact that she's not as dedicated to her families ideologies as they are a secret.

Per request of her family, she married a pureblood man, settled down and had children. Unfortunately her death came rather early in life but she was remembered well by her brother Ominis. She was the only family member he really ever stayed in contact with after leaving.

(and we all know who Ominis' is so we're just going to skip down to Lyssa lol)

This is Lyssa Gaunt, she is the youngest out of the family and the craziest outside of Marvolo. Lyssa, like Marvolo, was born with mental issues that effected her life from her first breath. And growing up it never got any better. When she was first born, her parents couldn't think of a name for her. They did take note of how quickly she'd get so angry even at a very young age, so like the horrible parents they are they decided to name her after the Greek Goddess Lyssa, who represented rage and fury (and rabies in animals, if you wanna go that far lol.) So the name unfortunately fit.

Lyssa grew up doing cruel things from the get-go, whether it was torturing small animals or pulling harmful pranks to her nannies and the help around the house. But since her parents were older and busier by the time she was born, she was hardly punished for any of this.

Marvolo had tried to get Selene and Ominis to follow in his footsteps of madness however he knew that wasn't going to work out. So he turned his attention to his youngest sister. He enabled and encouraged every bad thing she did, which caused him to quickly become her favorite sibling. They were really the only two who ever got along outside of Ominis and Selene.

Lyssa was also very naturally talented at legilimency from a very young age as well. (It's a trait I HC most of the Gaunts have, however think of her like Queenie Goldstein from Fantastic Beasts). This made it so she could easily see inside people's heads, invading their privacy and finding out personal information about them. She was later used to find out information about the Aranshire incident and anything Matty had to do with it (which enabled Marvolo to use that information to blackmail her.)

Lyssa's only friends at school were the rats she found scurrying around. She'd use the unforgivable imperio to make them do anything she wanted.

Unfortunately for her, Lyssa's life ended much sooner than the others and she was never quite sure if she ever experienced true happiness. She really only felt exhilaration and "glee" from cruelty but never true happiness. In quick attempts to get their last child married off, Cyrus and Belladonna forced Lyssa into an unhealthy marriage.

However, unlike her siblings who complied. Lyssa refused and it did not go well for her, unfortunately. Lyssa took her own life within the first couple of months of the marriage, believing it was the only way to escape. She was only nineteen when this happened.

Her death only threw the Gaunts down a more slippery slope as it was the beginning to their massive downfall that would eventually render the Gaunts irrelevant, powerless, poor, and reduced to nothing but shameful criminals.

Well if you read through all of that--dang, im proud of you LOL. It's pretty grim however that's exactly how the Gaunts are so I'd say unfortunately it's pretty accurate. But thank you for reading anyway and I appreciate it! ❤️

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Your points about Salem and Cinder possibly being a fucked up mother/daughter relationship also puts her constant parallels with Ironwood and Winter in V8 into a very different light as well.

Ironwood and Salem, in their own dark and twisted way as a result of their culture/their circumstances loving the one person they consider to be their daughter, but differing ultimately in regards to what they chose to do about it.

Ironwood deciding that his own selfish desires and ideology mattered more than even the one woman he cared for more than most, while Salem basically dropping and twisting her ideals into a pretzel to help the one person she considers the closest thing to a replacement daughter for her dead daughters with Ozma.

Winter, thinking the world of Ironwood only to ultimately have to oppose him due to his betrayal of her and everyone else, vs Cinder thinking Salem is just Madame 2.0 due to Salem constantly stamping all over her trauma buttons by poor decisions and abusive actions born of her own trauma even as Salem, in her own fucked up way, is willing to do anything for Cinder if she truly asks for it.

It also frankly explains rather well why Cinder is so important in Salem's plan in a way that I haven't been able to pin down without that as a consideration. Cinder thinks it's because she's got some fancy storybook destiny that she needs to prove that she "deserves", and the audience being led on a red herring to think that it's only going to lead to her being discarded once Salem has no more use for her. When in reality it's because (again in her own fucked up way) Salem wants her surrogate daughter to get what she wants in her life (mixed with fighting a rebellion against the gods) because Salem knows exactly how Cinder feels about having her trust broken beyond repair and demonized by others.

And all of this occurring in the story arc where an overarching theme is of multiple parents (Dr. Polendina and Penny, Tai and Summer and Ruby Rose/Yang, etc.) being deeply flawed people who are willing to do anything and everything for the sake of their daughters.

Cinder.exe will just end up suffering a mental bluescreen when Salem ends up showing this in the most undeniable way possible, because it's so opposite to everything she understands about the world.

:)

give 8.4-5 (<- fault + amity) a watch with this reading in mind sometime. bc cinder’s relationship with salem and penny’s with pietro are directly compared, in a really interesting way:

PENNY: Why are you doing this? Why serve someone like Salem? CINDER: I don’t serve anyone—and neither would you, if you weren’t built that way! PENNY: …That is not… [She glances down, making eye contact with Pietro.] I choose to fight, for people who care about me.

<- amity is a really fraught place for penny to be confronted with this, both because it’s where cinder orchestrated her being ripped to shreds a year ago and because in order to get the comms satellite launched, penny had to let her dad remote into her system and literally use her body like a puppet and it is painfully obvious that she did not feel comfortable with that.

so… for cinder to come here and draw an implicit equivalence between salem and pietro and insinuate that penny is not free, that truly does get under penny’s skin. which i think is something that often gets overlooked, because it’s layered under the more obvious fact that cinder really doesn’t understand who or what penny is at all; but like, penny hesitates. it takes her a moment to figure out how to articulate that’s not true because there is a kernel of truth to cinder’s point. 

penny was built to be ironwood’s weapon. his perfect super-soldier. and now she that she’s defied him to do what she thinks is right, half the people she cares about have told her that she’s being evil and selfish and it’s her fault if everyone dies. and the other half told her she needs to go to amity and stay there and not help anybody, and she feels like a tool, she feels like she has a million things she’s supposed to do and none of them are what she wants to do. so she has all these mixed-up feelings about… what she was built for and what she chooses to be.

and like. in 8.4:

CINDER: I… I want to search for the winter maiden. I think that— SALEM: Did you hear that, my pet? She thinks; she wants. As if she’s done something to warrant me caring about either of those things.  CINDER: We’re just sitting and waiting. Without the maiden, the vault means nothing. Let me claim it for you.  SALEM: I will tell you when and where you are needed. CINDER: But your grace— [The Hound lunges around to snarl at her.] SALEM: I would like to think I have shown a great deal of patience over my many years walking Remnant, but I do hate repeating myself. You will remain here. Is that clear? CINDER: [lying] …Yes. Yes, of course. Without you. I am nothing.

vs 8.5:

PENNY: I can fix this. […] Our message is only a few minutes long. I can try to hold Amity in place for— PIETRO: Absolutely not! You’re in no condition to do something like this. Even just the temperature out there could… PENNY: It is our only option.  MARIA: She’s right, Pietro. We have to remember the big picture— PIETRO: I don’t care about the big picture! I care about my daughter! I lost you before; are you asking me to go through that again? No. No, I want the chance to watch you live your life.  PENNY: But, dad, I am trying to. PIETRO: …Right.

<- literally. literally the exact same argument. not just in terms of what the conflict is but the structure of the dialogue is identical. the interrupted statement of intention; the practical reasoning shot down; “but, your grace” vs “but, dad”—the difference is that where salem is masking, pietro wears his heart on his sleeve, and that allows him and penny to come to an understanding that she is going to do this and he’s going to sit in his fear and support her. whereas salem gets the false capitulation and false security. 

it’s pretty in-your-face (<- which i think supports the interpretation of salem’s motive being protectiveness twisting through her emotional walls) and it’s an interesting parallel to set up given that salem does, in the end, come to a similar resolution to step back and let cinder take risks. it telegraphs the possibility of constructive change, a choice to accept the fear instead of trying to force cinder into a position where the fear doesn’t exist. 

it’s also just darkly funny in a way. cinder kills penny twice and is directly the culprit for pietro’s intense terror of losing penny, and salem feels that same terror for cinder. mirrors. 

but yeah with ironwood and winter too, “i’ve chased a lot of shadows over the years, always expecting betrayal, but never once did i think it would ever come from you” vs “you chose to disobey my specific instructions, just to fail again. and… i’ve realized it’s all my fault.” and, “consider this my last order: step aside” vs “here i am holding you back, instead of lifting you up.” 

salem if nothing else takes cinder’s betrayal as a reason to reevaluate her own actions and consider what she did that gave cinder cause to disobey her, where ironwood is by this point completely disconnected from the reality that loyalty is a two-way street. 

and there’s something too in salem choosing not to stop at “it’s my fault” but fully articulate that she understands why cinder did what she did; it’s of a piece with the way she responds to cinder in 8.14, a conscious reversal of “she thinks, she wants, as if she’s done something to warrant me caring”—she does care, and she has always cared, and it shows in how she speaks to cinder when she’s not trying to prove she doesn’t care.

like. salem chose to put her trust in cinder—an enormous degree of trust, over and over again—without having any illusions about what sort of person cinder is. she knows cinder is singularly focused on what cinder wants. she’s unfazed by the disobedience because she knows she prevented cinder from getting what she wanted. whereas ironwood trusted winter because he molded her so well into the perfect lieutenant that he never imagined she could break from him, because he never understood there was more to her than the surface he sculpted. 

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Meet me in the Library | n.w

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Summary: Nancy finds out that the reader had a special night with Robin and wants to take a spin for herself

Warnings: semi-public sex, mentions of previous stancy Jancy and eddie/nancy encounters, fingering, dirty talk, dom!nancy, mommy kink, only the reader gets off in this

word count: 2.5k

“There’s no way,” Nancy gasped, wishing she could see Robin's face over the phone as she explained what happened the night prior. 

“I’m not kidding, we had sex and she wants to do it again sometime,” Robin explains further. “God, I can’t wait to rub it in Eddie’s face that I got to fuck her first.” 

“I’m going to have to make a move then, too,” Nancy feels a twinge of jealousy spread throughout her body, for which girl she’s not sure, she just knows it’s there. 

“Not satisfied with Steve anymore?” Robin teases her. 

She sighs, “you have no idea how boring it is when you’re also a dom, he wants to be in control but so do I and then we just end up hate fucking, it’s annoying.” 

“Sex with men, in general, is probably annoying,” Robin sympathizes. “I’m just glad I never had to pretend at all, I think I would’ve died if I had to fuck a man, even once.” 

“Some are good, like Eddie,” Nancy lets it slip. 

“Excuse me?” She can hear Nancy sit right up, almost screaming down the line. “Since when?” 

“Last week after movie night, I stayed back to help him clean up after Steve took you two home and one thing led to another and suddenly I had him cuffed to the bed and used him like a dildo.” 

“Holy shit,” Robin can’t believe it. “I never would’ve seen that coming.” 

“He called me mommy,” she can’t help but smirk, “it was really good.”

“This isn’t helping my fear that he’ll take Y/N from me,” Robin sighs. “You can’t take her either? Promise me you won’t fall in love with her or something?” 

“I won’t,” Nancy promises. “Did you tell her you like her? Does she know you want to be with her?” 

“Yeah,” she sighs and tosses her head back against the pillow. “She said she thinks she likes girls too… we kissed a few times and it was nice but I think I should give her some time to think about it before I bombard her with questions about dating me.” 

“True,” Nancy agrees. “Can I hook up with her? Maybe then she’ll know for sure she’s into girls and if she likes you and how gentile you are?” 

“She’s not my girlfriend, do what you want.”

Thats all Nancy needed. 

The next morning at work she decides to write their little friend a note. “Meet me in the Library - Nancy” she added a few hearts and stuck it to Y/N files for the day, knowing she would rush through them to come and see her next door. 

she’s in the basement of the Library working on the archives and doing research most days, always completely alone, unless Y/N came down to have lunch with her. She was used to no one bothering her there, and it was basically soundproof with all the books absorbing any noise made down there… it was a perfect spot for her to come onto them and an even better spot if something came of it. 

Sure enough, Y/N makes her way down to the library with a smile and a pep in her step, “hey, nance.” 

“Hey, cutie,” she uses the group's nickname for her, it fits so well. “How are you?” 

“Good, how are you?” She came right over and hugged Nancy where she sat, even kissing the top of her head sweetly. 

“Great now… I was getting a little lonely there,” Nancy tries to play off just how much the small amount of affection means to her. 

“Well, I’m here now,” she takes a seat beside her. “What did you need me to do?” 

“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to talk to you… I talked to Robin last night,” she slips it in not so casually, she wasn’t the best at gradually getting somewhere she was a straight to the point kinda gal… it’s the only area where she’s straight. 

“You did?” She panics slightly. “What, uh, what all did she tell you?” 

“That you guys fooled around, I’m just seeing if she’s telling the truth, you know, 'cause the boys had a bet on who would get to sleep with you first and she kinda won… I need to be a good judge.” 

“They did?” She’s so caught off guard by that. “Do all of you want to have sex with me or something?” 

Nancy nods, “Basically… I mean, I’d like to get my hands on you before the boys do. I think it would be funny to know that me and Robin made you cum and they probably won’t.” 

“Why not?” 

“Oh, honey,” she pet’s Y/N’s head gently. “You have no idea how selfish boys are… I came probably twice my whole relationship with Jonathan. They just don’t care that much about getting us off.” 

“Oh,” she can barely breathe with Nancy so close. “I uh, I like cumming… and I think I really like girls who can make me cum.” 

Nancy all but growls, the noise leaving her through was absolutely feral for her, “I’d very much like to—

“Right now?” 

“Right now,” Nancy confirms as she stands with Y/N’s hand now in hers. “Follow me,” she explains, hauling her up and towards the back corner and against a shelf. 

She looks into Nancy’s deep blue eyes and then down to her lips as she crowds her in the corner. Hands-on her hips, making their way up her waist, stopping just under her boobs, all while Nancy cups her face in her hands and leans in. Their first kiss is flawless, perfectly soft and wonderfully new. She settles back against the bookshelf, Nancy pressed against her chest as the kiss heats up, she slots her thigh right between Y/N’s legs and grinds against her. 

Y/N moans slightly, hands roaming Nancy’s back as she holds her close. Her tongue is so soft in her mouth, she tastes like spearmint gum and freedom, it’s intoxicating. One of Nancy’s hands slowly makes its way down her neck and over her boob where she takes the plunge and starts to massage her, her other hand now in Y/N’s hair and gripping tight. It’s a little rough but mostly gentile, hot and sweet and wonderful, she can’t help melting under Nancy’s touch. 

Nancy kisses the side of her mouth and all the way down her neck while she works on the buttons of Y/N’s shirt, exposing more skin and covering her in kisses. Y/N moans her name, gripping Nancy’s shoulders and trying to get even closer to her. Nancy hikes her shirt up and slots her own slack-clad leg between Y/N’s legs for her to grind on. 

“Sound so pretty,” Nancy coos right in her ear, taking the lobe between her teeth gently. She kisses the pulse point right under her ear, sucking gently so she’ll moan again. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long… I knew you’d be so reactive and good for me.” 

She grips into Nancy’s fancy tip a bit too tight, worried her nails will cause a run in the fabric but also wishing they were closer… naked… and in her bedroom… “please, please, Nancy?” 

“Please what, baby girl? Hm? Use your words,” her breath is hot against Y/N’s neck, turning her on even more. Nancy pulls back and smiles at her, “say it.” 

“I want you to fuck me,” she says in a volume just above a whisper, staring back into Nancy’s eyes and then down to her lips. “With your fingers… please?” 

Nancy groans, “oh, I never thought I’d hear such filthy words come out of your pretty mouth.” 

She pulls up Y/N’s skirt even more, balling it up and making her hold it herself, displaying her pretty pink panties with a dark wet patch forming… Nancy runs her middle finger over it with a smirk, lightly teasing her at first before she presses her middle finger in and rubs Y/N’s clit over her panties. 

Y/N tosses her head back, hitting the wooden bookshelf a bit too hard but she doesn’t give a fuck, “oh my god Nancy, right there.” 

“Can I go inside, baby?” She asks, making her beg again. 

“Please, please? I need you,” she sounds so desperate, and Nancy revels in it. 

Nancy slips her fingers under the fabric and glides her middle finger along her slit, pressing in and rubbing at her clit almost immediately. In soft little circles just to get the feel of things, to guide her into it… Nancy watches as Y/N leans her head back against the bookshelf with a groan, eyes wires shut and mouth agape, trying to be quiet but it felt too fucking good. 

“You like that, don’t you, sweet girl?” Nancy coos, rubbing her clit a little more with the pads of her fingers, gathering up all her slick as she does so, making the most delicious noises. “You’re so fucking wet for me…” 

Y/N whimpers, legs trembling as she tries to remain upright, “c-can you… can you—

“Say it, baby,” Nancy teases, toying with her. “Use your words, I know you can do it…” 

She looks right at Nancy, fucked out and making the sweetest eye contact with the softest face, “c-can we kiss?” She asks, bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

“one condition,” Nancy stops all her movements and presses her chest against Y/N’s, staring at her softly she explains, “I promised Robin you wouldn’t leave this in love with me.” 

She shakes her head, “I won’t… I-I know this is just sex, it’s supposed to be a fun thing you can do with friends… right?” 

“That’s right, princess,” Nancy gives her such a proud smile, “you’ve gotta know the boys wanna fuck you too… but I’m so fucking blessed you let me in before them.” 

“technically you’re not in, you’re just in the general vicinity,” she teases, grinding her hips down against Nancy’s hand, playfully. 

“That what you want?” Nancy whispers, ghosting her lips along Y/N’s jaw on her way over to her ear, all while two fingers slip inside. Y/N whimpers again, melting in her touch. “Not so funny now, are you?” 

“Fuck me, please?” She begs, gripping onto Nancy’s back like her life depended on it, hiking one leg up to wrap around her and give her better access to her cunt. 

Nancy’s free hand grips Y/N’s thigh, feeling up to her ass and having a good squeeze, spreading her cheeks a bit and making her moan as she fucked her harder, “wish we were in my bed,” Y/N says aloud this time. “Wanna, fuck, wanna be naked with you…” 

“That so?” Nancy kisses her cheek, breathing heavily against her, both in excitement and from the workout, she was getting on her arm, finger fucking Y/N with a passion. “Wanna invite Robin too?” 

She whimpers again, nodding ever so pathetically, “please… she’s so soft, not, holy fuck, not like this…” 

“She loves you, that’s why,” Nancy teases. “I think you’re fun, pretty as fuck, don’t get me wrong, but you’re a plaything… I’m just lucky she shared you with me. Maybe we should share you together, sometime…” 

“Please, please, mommy,” she whines, louder than she wanted to be, neither of them cared anymore. The sounds her pussy was making were obscene enough, the moans were just a bonus. 

Nancy’s on fire with power, smirking like the devil as she curls her fingers and aligns her palm with Y/N’s clit, making it feel even better. She remembers the last time Y/N begged and how she hasn’t kissed her yet… she’s so pretty, so fucking blissed out on her fingers as her head leans back against the bookshelf. 

Nancy runs her tongue along her throat, bringing her back to focus, still smiling, “close, pretty girl?” 

She nods like her head is on a spring, drunk with pleasure, she can barely speak, she just moans. “You can, but…” Nancy kisses the side of her mouth, using her free hand now to cup her cheek and hold her in place, “I’m gonna kiss you and you’re going to moan into my mouth so the librarians don’t know you’re a whore, kay?” 

She nods again and Nancy slows down her movements, “what was that?” 

“Yes,” she whispers, but Nancy stops completely. Triggering her to bring back Nancy’s new title, “Yes mommy, sorry mommy, I wanna cum so bad.” 

“Fuck, you’re so good for me,” Nancy groans, picking up the pace again and fucking her with a passion. Her panties are soaked, Nancy’s hand is wet up to her wrist and she’s pretty sure her fingers are all pruned on that hand, but it’s so fucking worth it. 

Nancy, still holding her face, caresses her cheek with her thumb. Y/N’s mouth still hung open, breathing heavily and moaning lightly, Nancy slips her tongue right in there. Making out with her which gives Y/N permission to cum anytime now, and she’s so close. She grinds against Nancy’s motions, sucking on her tongue, feeling her tits pressed up against her chest… it’s all so much that her thighs start to tremble and that delicious heat she chases alone most nights starts to spread through her. 

She does get louder, Nancy was right, making out would mask it, but not by much. She cums so hard she feels like she might fall over, but Nancy is there to catch her so it's fine, she just lets go. 

It feels like it lasts forever, and even when it’s over, Nancy doesn’t pull out right away, she simply kisses down Y/N’s neck and whispers sweet encouragements. That’s my girl, so pretty on my fingers, you did so well for me, baby…

Y/N’s barely able to stand on her own two feet, Nancy knows that, so she pulls her fingers out slowly and carefully and helps the two of them down to the carpeted floor. She sits down and Y/N slumps onto her almost immediately, resting her face on Nancy’s shoulder, like she wants a hug, but Nancy only had one clean hand, she couldn’t hold her properly. 

“hold on,” Nancy pushes her back and pulls some tissues out of her pockets, ever the planner, she knew this was going to happen. She cleans her hand off and opens her arms again, letting her flop right back. 

She holds her softly this time, soothing her hands down her back, “how do you feel?” 

“Dreading having to go back up to work…” 

Nancy laughs, “I’m doing research all afternoon, you can sit with me, you don’t have to do anything but I’ll tell them you did?” 

“Okay,” she agrees with a sigh. “Can I have just a few more minutes?” She holds her tighter, not ready to let go. 

Nancy smiles, “of course, sweet girl. You can have as long as you want.”

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