#I also have some of my face covered in blood but those aren't very good. Took them while extremely alcohol

[deergirlslut]

Hey what's up I'm drunk so I'm uploading every selfie I ever took that thought about uploading to this website but got self conscious about all in one go. Enjoy and lmk if you want me to blow you

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Everything stays in the family: Part Five

Park Jihyo x G!P Huh Yunjin

Word Count: 3.7K

TW: Incest.

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4]

DISCLAIMER: I'm adding this disclaimer because I think it's necessary.

This story have some taboo themes like incesto to name one. I need to say that obviously some of the things I wrote here aren't good and by any means I'm trying to make it look like good and normal things. Read at your own discretion.

Everything you see here is fiction and many things in this story are not really good. This is for fun and only for that. Also, all the characters you see here are adults and Jihyo is older, but I'm not specifying how old she is.

Another thing to say is that I have no clue about how human bodies actually work, so you can't expect me to be very accurate about some things. I'm not saying what because I want you to figure it out as you read.

Summary: Things in Yunjin's life really turn upside down when someone unexpected returns from her past. After that everything becomes chaos in her life.

CHAPTER FIVE

Yunjin's blood ran cold instantly. All the embracing heat she had been feeling until then left her body in a rush, giving way to an icy cold that threatened to turn her into an ice statue. She had been so immersed in her own fantasies and the pleasure she was feeling, that she was not able to hear Jihyo's footsteps approaching the laundry room.

“Yunjin, I asked you a question.” Forcing her arm to move, Yunjin moved the worn thong away from her face, but kept her grip on the garment covering her cock. “Are you not planning to respond?”

“Jihyo, I…” She didn't know what to say, even without looking at her mother the redhead couldn't find the right words to respond. But frankly those words might not have existed. Because what can you say to your mother when she catches you masturbating with her used panties? There was no way to articulate a coherent sentence to answer that question.

“Huh Yunjin. I swear if I have to ask you one more time I'm going to be really angry.” The truth was that could not be heard any anger in Jihyo's voice. Maybe upset, yes, but not angry. Which was strange because the normal thing would have been for her to get very angry right away. After all, no matter how much Jihyo asked, the truth was that Yunjin still had the older woman's thong tightly wrapped around her penis. Not only that, but said garment was covered in Yunjin's thick semen.

The redhead turned around slowly, as slowly as she had moved the black panties away from her face, trying to bend over in a pathetic attempt to hide her crotch. But the truth was that nothing could separate her from Jihyo's inquisitive gaze. Because although she didn't sound angry, she was frowning and was drilling her daughter with her gaze.

It was clear that Jihyo had gone to the laundry room to leave more dirty clothes because at her feet there was a small pile of clothes, which she had presumably dropped when she found Yunjin in that embarrassing situation. The woman was wearing a two-piece light blue silk pajama, shorts and a tank top, so it was also clear that she had planned to go to bed early that day. Sadly for Yunjin that had not happened and instead Jihyo had decided to finish leaving the dirty clothes where they belonged.

“Jihyo, sorry.” The words barely left Yunjin's lips, her mouth had gone dry and a lump had formed in her throat. Plus the redhead didn't dare look the older woman in the eyes, she didn't want to be judged by that severe look. “Please don't think anything strange about me, I…”

“You still don't answer my question.” Jihyo cut her off.

“Yes, it is what it seems, but please…”

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you were doing.”

“I…I…” Yunjin couldn't fathom the idea of saying out loud what he had been doing, much less saying it in front of her mother. But she knew that if she didn't she would be stuck here forever, it was better to do it once and for all. “I was masturbating with your underwear.” Yunjin could feel the blood rushing to her face again,dyeing it red.

But instead of starting to scold her, Jihyo stretched out her hand towards Yunjin. “Give them to me.” She stayed for a few seconds with her hand open waiting for Yunjin to act. “Yunjin hand me my panties right now.” The tone with which she spoke was firm.

The redhead didn't want to take her hand off her crotch, partly to avoid revealing her member and partly because she didn't want to give the dirty garment to her mother. But she knew that it was better not to disobey Park Jihyo when she had given you an order, and this was not going to be the time that she did not listen to the woman. So, full of shame, Yunjin put the underwear in her mother's hand.

Jihyo took the garment and held it up to examine it better. She stretched it out and saw how it was soaked with her daughter's semen, it was so much that it stuck to her hand and a few drops fell to the floor. She then tightened the garment causing more semen to leak out and smear all over her hand and threw the garment onto the pile of dirty clothes at her feet.

“What were you doing with the other pair?”

Yunjin was too embarrassed to admit that she had been sniffing the worn garment, but at least it wasn't covered in her fluids. “I was smelling them.” She said finally looking at the floor from the weight of shame.

“Little pervert, do you like the smell of my vagina?” The question threw Yunjin a little because it wasn't at all what she had been expecting.

"Yeah." That brief statement did not at all reflect how much Yunjin had enjoyed smelling Jihyo's panties. She had the urge to tell her that she thought it was the most wonderful scent in the world and that she would give anything to smell it again, but she managed to do it and hold back. If she said any of those things right now it would only make her situation worse.

“On your knees, right now.” Yunjin thought for a second if she heard correctly, because she didn't understand why Jihyo wanted her to kneel, but she prepared to beg for forgiveness like that. In the midst of her confusion she forgot to put her penis back inside her pants, plus one of her knees ended up on the panties full of semen that Jihyo had dropped a few moments ago. “If you wanted to smell so bad, you should have asked.”

Even more confused than before, Yunjin watched as her mother put her hands on the hem of her shorts and began to lower it, sliding the garment over her toned thighs. She then folded the shorts and left them on the floor a little away from the pile of dirty clothes. What came next confused the redhead even more because now Jihyo was taking off her panties. In the same way as she did before, she folded the garment and left it on top of the shorts before standing in front of her daughter.

Right now Yunjin was kneeling on the floor looking up at Jihyo who was wearing nothing but a pajama top, which showed a lot of her tits and abdomen. But what really caught the redhead's attention was her mother's crotch. In front of her she could see the vagina she had been fantasizing about all day. Yunjin was perfectly able to see the delicate but thick lips of Jihyo's vulva, the small bud that hid her clitoris, and the perfectly manicured patch of hair on her mons pubic. In Yunjin's opinion it was the most perfect vagina she had ever seen in her life, but that wasn't something she was going to say right now.

Yunjin didn't understand what was going on or what Jihyo wanted, but she was sure she could spend hours staring at the older woman's private parts. Such a perfect creation should be admired and adored, and the redhead was precisely in a position to do that. It was as if she was kneeling worshiping an omnipotent goddess, and thanking her for letting her exist on the same material plane as her. Except for the small detail that she was actually staring hungrily at her mother's crotch.

“Aren't you going to sniff? Isn't that what you wanted?” Jihyo's questions brought the redhead out of her reverie and made her swallow, laboriously because she still felt a lump in her throat. Did the older woman really want Yunjin to sniff her vagina? This had to be some kind of joke because there was no chance in the entire world that instead of getting a reprimand she would be receiving an reward like this. Although there was also the possibility that Jihyo was playing with her and just wanted to make her look like an even bigger pervert, so she could later accuse her to her father.

All kinds of terrible thoughts crossed Yunjin's mind at that moment, each one worse than the last. She imagined herself being kicked out of the house, having to drop out of college, and even having to turn to her biological mother after everything that had happened. But fortunately for the redhead, none of that would ever happen, although she didn't know it yet.

“Be a good girl and obey your mother.” The sudden mention of the word “Mother” caused an unexpected effect on Yunjin. The girl knew that what she was doing right now was wrong and totally prohibited under normal circumstances, but it had already become clear that these were not normal circumstances. So hearing Jihyo refer to herself as her mother only made her want this even more.

Allowing herself to be carried away by the moment, and obeying her mother, Yunjin closed her eyes and brought her face closer to Jihyo's crotch. Without touching her, she inhaled strongly, instantly feeling how her nostrils were filled with the aroma of the woman's vagina. Sniffing from the very source of that wonderful aroma was even better than doing it from used panties, there was no possible comparison. Now Yunjin could feel every delicate note in the woman's scent, as if she were sniffing an expensive wine before tasting it. And that was exactly what she wanted to do, Yunjin wanted to test if the taste of that perfect vagina was also much better from the source.

The mere thought of being able to lick Jihyo's fluids directly from the woman was causing her mouth to water. She was so close that it would be a sin, even greater than what she was already doing, not to get to taste her mother's sweet nectar. If after all she had already gotten into trouble. What mattered one more? That's how, feeling that she had nothing more to lose, Yunjin stuck out her tongue and gave Jihyo's vagina a slow and surprising lick.

The redhead slid her tongue along her mother's slit, causing the latter to jump in surprise, but she remained standing firmly in front of her daughter. “You couldn't just stay with the aroma, you also had to taste, right?” Then Jihyo stroked Yunjin's hair with the same hand that was still stained with cum, causing the white fluid to stick to her daughter's hair, and gently pressed the redhead's head closer to her crotch.

Yunjin understood this action as an invitation to continue testing, so new licks invaded the woman's slit. Jihyo's glorious nectar quickly began to gush out and invade the redhead's senses. Now the flavor and aroma were more intense than before, Yunjin felt the fluids slide over her tongue as she continued licking again and again. Slowly but steadily,sorting out her mother's petals with each new movement of her warm muscle.

Soon this was not enough for Yunjin, and noticing that Jihyo continued stroking her hair and pressing her head, the redhead sealed her lips in a chaste kiss on her mother's vulva. She then opened her mouth and prepared to eat Jihyo's vagina. Her lips danced along with Jihyo's petals in a perverted kiss that strayed from all conventional ways of relating between a mother and her daughter. But that was what made it so precious to Yunjin, the fact that this act was highly prohibited gave the redhead more pleasure. It was as if knowing that the act she was carrying out will add an extra flavor to Jihyo's fluids, as if that whole twisted situation did nothing but make Yunjin more and more addicted to a nectar that should be totally forbidden to her.

But yet here it was. In the cold laundry room, kneeling over a pair of panties soaked in her own cum, and with her face buried in her mother's crotch while she practically devoured her vagina. And although Yunjin couldn't see it, Jihyo had her eyes closed and her mouth open in a moan that never came out of her, showing that she was also enjoying that twisted situation. Of course, that was more than evident if you took into account how much she had gotten wet, since she was practically soaked because of her daughter. At this point the woman's sweet and delicate nectar was dripping down Yunjin's chin, combined with the young woman's own saliva.

Because when you devour like Yunjin was doing right now, you don't get to worry about manners. There's no concern for decor or niceties, Yunjin was simply doing her best to satisfy this newfound hunger for her mother's fluids. That's how she slid her hands down the woman's powerful thighs, until she brought them to her plump ass. Where she held on to both buttocks as if her life depended on it, as if she felt that Jihyo was going to slip away at any moment, thus putting an end to this twisted situation. But the truth was that the woman was frankly not thinking about that right now.

As had already become clear, Jihyo was also enjoying it and right now she had her fingers intertwined with Yunjin's hair while holding the redhead's head firmly. She also didn't want her daughter to go anywhere, she wanted her to stay right there and continue doing as good a job as she had been doing. She also knew that this wasn't right, that she was taking their relationship into territory where it was never supposed to be, but it felt so good that pleasure was clouding her mind right now. The fact that Yunjin showed a hunger for her that not even her husband had had pushed her out of her mind.

At first Jihyo had only thought about giving Yunjin a reprimand. It's true that she made her kneel and smell her crotch, but that was to give the perverted young woman a lesson. Maybe she had gone too far with the punishment, since Jihyo was no one to admonish the young girl for doing perverted things. Even more so when that same afternoon she had practically given her permission to masturbate anywhere in the house. Although Yunjin was no longer a teenager, she was still at that age where it was easy to get carried away by hormones, so it was normal for her to have those impulses. Added to all that, just that same morning the redhead had found Jihyo fucking herself with a vibrator, being so lost in her pleasure that she didn't hear her arrive. It was curious how the situation had reversed hours later.

For all that, Jihyo didn't believe that Yunjin had to be punished severely. So letting her directly smell her vagina just once, and then banning her from doing so for life was torture enough in the woman's eyes. The problem was that Jihyo's libido was through the roof due to the pregnancy and the stress caused by work, so she was in need of a real touch. And it was precisely that need that made her bow before Yunjin's tongue. Jihyo was so needy that masturbating no longer fully satisfied her, so the gentle touch of Yunjin's tongue sent her tumbling off a cliff she had never expected to be on.

Right now her daughter's skillful tongue was exploring the deepest confines of Jihyo's vagina, in a way that had not been explored for longer than she wanted. The muscle gathered as much nectar as possible and then brought it to Yunjin's mouth to feed the needy young woman, only causing her appetite to increase with each new lick.

The aroma, the taste, the way Jihyo's pubic hair caressed her face, and the way her firm buttocks melted in the young woman's hands were driving Yunjin crazy. Making her devour her mother's vulva with fervent hunger. It was perhaps the most passionate and needy kiss that she had given in her life, and also by far the most perverted and exciting. Yunjin's cock was throbbing with pain because it wasn't being attended to, but right now the redhead's hands were glued to her mother's glorious ass and she had no intention of getting her out of there.

That is until abandoning to her lowest instincts, Yunjin accidentally grazed the woman's delicate clitoris with her teeth. Which caused Jihyo to pull her away from her crotch and look directly at her. Yunjin looked back at her with pleading eyes because she thought that everything had come to this point, that her mother had reconsidered and had come to her senses. But again she was wrong.

"Dear. “I know you are desperate, but you have to be gentle with your mother.” Jihyo caressed her face lovingly before holding her head again. “If you promise to behave, I will let you continue eating.”

“I'm sorry mother, it won't happen again.” Yunjin didn't understand why she had called her mother in a situation like this, but that seemed to intensify the strange relationship they were having right now.

"Good girl. Now keep eating. I'm very near." Jihyo pressed Yunjin's face against her crotch again, but this time instead of just keeping her close to her, the woman decided it was time to go for more, so she started moving her hips, practically fucking her daughter's face.

Jihyo rubbed her crotch, putting special emphasis on letting Yunjin continue using that tongue that had turned out to be so skillful. From the noises the woman had occasionally heard coming from her daughter's room, Yunjin had had quite a bit of practice with Chaewon. Which right now Jihyo thanked greatly for all the pleasure she was receiving.

The older woman had her toes curled in anticipation of the orgasm that was getting closer and closer. She was so close to finally climaxing that she felt almost like she was rising. Earlier that day Yunjin had ruined her orgasm by barging into her room, and she hadn't been able to masturbate anymore after that, so she had been in a weird mood all day. She had been rubbing her thighs together to get some friction, and had even sneakily rubbed her vagina in a pathetic attempt to receive some pleasure. Which had made her wet the panties that Yunjin had been smelling, so it seemed fair that now it was precisely her daughter who led her to the much-precious orgasm. A climax that didn't take long to arrive.

Yunjin had put so much effort into practically devouring her that all her work quickly paid off, pushing Jihyo into the release she had long awaited. Jihyo stood still as she came, releasing a thick stream of his fluids onto Yunjin's face, who received the liquid with her mouth open, trying to swallow as much of that precious nectar as possible.

"Good girl." Jihyo said between small gasps, while the electric sensations still ran through her body, the product of that precious sexual climax. She stood there for a moment, stroking her daughter's hair and scratching the back of her neck as a sign of gratitude. As if more than a good girl, it was an obedient puppy.

Right now the only evidence that Jihyo had had an orgasm seconds ago was her somewhat labored breathing, and that she had to move back to find support because her legs were shaking. The woman leaned her weight against the wall trying to regain her composure, while her mind was still somewhat clouded by pleasure. Yunjin, meanwhile, remained on her knees, still savoring the feast she had just devoured, not really understanding if she had permission to stand up or not.

The only thing certain right now was that both women were avoiding eye contact. Furthermore, a strange silence had taken over the room, which until a few moments ago had been filled with the wet sounds that Yunjin made when performing oral sex on her mother. Neither of them knew what to say, or if it was wise to say anything in that situation. They were both regaining their common sense from the clutches of lust, so they were beginning to understand what they had just done. Yunjin had performed oral sex on her stepmother, her father's wife, the woman she now called her mother.

Both of their cheeks were red with embarrassment, no longer from arousal, and a sense of guilt was spreading through them like a wildfire. Jihyo had cheated on her husband with her own daughter, someone much younger than her and whom she was supposed to take care of. Not letting her perform oral sex to the point of filling her face with her fluids.

But despite all the negative implications, they both knew deep down that they had enjoyed it. How else they could explain Jihyo's orgasm, or why Yunjin's penis was still hard? Oh, the pleasure they had felt had been very real, and they both knew it had been the best sexual encounter they had had in weeks.

Jihyo was the first to decide to act, mostly driven by the fact that she was the responsible adult here. So she cleared her throat before bending down to pick up her underwear and pajama shorts, but she made no attempt to put them on, it was unnecessary to try to cover herself. Yunjin had seen her private parts twice that day, and one of them had been from very, very, close.

“Yunjin… Don't forget to finish putting the clothes in the washing machine and turn it on.” Apparently Jihyo had decided for now to pretend that nothing had happened, which unnerved Yunjin a little. But before she could reply the woman spoke again. “You should take a shower, your face and hair are stained.” And before Yunjin could answer that the woman turned and walked away, leaving the redhead alone in the laundry room. Still on her knees over the panties she had soiled with her own semen. Still with her penis out in an erection that was slowly declining, and with her head and heart very confused.

[dragon-chica]

Simon Aumar Courting Headcanons

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

He's just a pathetic little guy, and you like that in a man.

Truly, he tried to "impress you with some magic" the first time you met and he was such a spectacular failure, it was almost charming.

Cute as he accidentally sent himself flying upward in a panic, hitting a tree limb and knocking himself unconscious.

He was not awake to witness your laughing as Holga carried his limp, dirt covered body back to the horses.

Also very charming that he outright asked your permission to court you, with a bundle of wildflowers her spent an hour rooting through for the nicest ones.

He always makes sure to ride or walk beside you so you can talk while journeying.

Is the one to ask you to "officially" join their adventuring party because of your "indispensable skillset we have been utterly lacking"

Not to say this all went smoothly, "cute klutz" can go so far but his pessimism towards everything can grate on your nerves horribly at times. Especially when you try to talk him up and tell him otherwise and he shoots you down on everything.

He is also a pushover and despite complaining about the group making him pay for a round of drinks or dinner, he doesn't actually try to stop it.

Sometimes you'll lightly wack him upside the head for that, and then he wont stop quietly complaining how you wounded him

He is ecstatic and flabbergasted when you actually agree to him courting you, he's not sure what to do. Never thought he'd get this far.

He asks Doric what to do, or more, what he did wrong when attempting to court her.

Edgin unhelpfully praises him during that, telling him to "Learn from you failures, or you'll never stop failing.

"It'll never work out, they're too cool for you." - Holga

"Thank you all for your utter confidence in me, good pep talk from my closest friends."

"We're your only friends."

Simon definitely grows on you though, he's enjoyable to be around for the most part, rather sensible, and rather cute when he smiles as something actually goes right for once.

He truly tries his best while courting you, attempting (failing) to be romantic, showing you he would be a good partner, absolutely floored when you return some of those actions with your own.

He is your personal hype man. Talks you up to anyone there to listen, how good you are in battle, in your skillset, and anything else even if you're really not.

He's a wizard, wizard's are very squishy, and he all but swoons when you protect him in the midst of battle. Successfully hits his target while fully distracted watching at you.

Very flustered and keeps asking the others "You saw that right? They were protecting me, you saw that? What do you think it means?"

"Aren't you already courting?"

Ever the gentleman and will offer you his supplies while camping, from his food to his cloak if you're cold, while he is visibly freezing and already singed the edges with a warming spell.

Instead you offer to cuddle him by the fire *that Holga started* and he's sure the blood rushing to his face will keep him plenty warm, thank you.

Extremely faithful and only has eyes for you, Doric says it's gross and asks how you can stand it. Edgin helps him write a song for you.

He tries to serenade you with it, and it is. Horrid. Clenching your teeth listening to him until he realizes how bad this is going and stops. You try to tell him it wasn't that bad but the chorus of your friends chiming in with their honest reviews-

One day you tell him "I think this courtship is going well." and he falls off the rock he was sitting next to you on.

Love is not mentioning that as you offer him a hand back up. He is feeling GREAT the rest of the day.

"Alright loverboy, calm down." - Holga

He trips and falls on his face.

[yandere-fics]

♡ How They React To You Rejecting Their Proposal On Valentine's Day ♡

"I-I don't understand babe, is this because I asked on V-valentine's Day? I-I'm sorry! I can give you a better proposal!" Miriel was sure this would have been the most idyllic day for her to propose to you, lots of yanderes chose this day to propose and yet you seemed genuinely upset about her proposal. It couldn't have been that you were upset about her proposing in general, it must of been the way she proposed that bothered you then because you loved her so you obviously wanted to marry her, you must of just been upset she'd been so basic with her proposal.

"Miri, I don't want to marry you-" You knew better than to continue speaking with how she was hyperventilating and looking around the restaurant frantically trying to figure out every little thing that might have been less than perfect about her proposal. You hated seeing her like this but you had to put you foot down this one time, you didn't want to just be dragged along into a marriage with no prior discussion at all.

"No just tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it babe! I'm more than happy to redo my proposal, you aren't leaving me though! I-I'm sorry this wasn't what you wanted, just please babe, tell me how I can fix it!" Was it the ring? She paid more than any other elvish leader had paid for their wifes rings in the past but maybe it still wasn't enough, oh who was she kidding herself, of course it wasn't enough, she had briefly pondered also getting a necklace and bracelet set to go along with it but bringing those to the restaurant would have been bulky but maybe that was what you wanted. Aww her cute mate said no because they wanted a more traditional elvish proposal, you must be so upset with her, it's okay she would fix this!

"No Miriel, that's not it, I just, I don't want to marry you!" Her heart dropped, were you really not interested in the idea of marriage? She knew you loved her, you definitely loved her so the only other reason you must not want this is for some weird human objection to marriage, perhaps you thought her affection would change in some way after marriage, she'd need to prove to you that would never be the case.

"I feel like I'm suffocating when I'm not with you. Rest assured babe, I know I want to be bound to you forever and I know you want to be bound to me forever. I just want you to love me, forever." She reached over the table, slipping the ring on your finger gleeful that there wasn't anything wrong with her proposal after all while you wished you had protested just a bit harder.

"You're so cute, puppy, gosh I just want to keep you forever!" She picked you up and spun you around in a circle while you frantically tapped her shoulder for her to set you down because you were becoming dizzy.

"Oh right, I forgot, it's so cute that your human body is so fragile! Anyways we're almost where I wanted to take you! Can you guess what we're doing today?" Her tail wagged behind her and you prayed she hadn't dragged you out to a deserted part of the park just to show you how good she was at hunting. She'd mentioned wanting to do that with you several times before but you didn't think she would do such a thing on Valentine's Day, then again it did seem exactly up her alley so you would not be shocked in the slightest.

"For a date hopefully?" You chuckled, trying not to give away your anxiety as her ears perked up in alarm, smelling something in the area, oh god she's going to hunt something you were completely right and then you'd have to sit there petting her as she laid her head on your lap tired from the hunt and just wanting praise. Yet as she ran off you didn't hear an animal scream, instead it was very clearly a person begging for their life and you could hear her chowing down on them. She trotted back very quickly with a frown on her face and covered in blood.

"Well now that they're gone we can get back to what I wanted to do- Wait, why are you crying, puppy? W-who made you cry? I'll go rip their fucking throats out right now for making my puppy cry! Just you fucking watch." You hadn't even realized you had begun to cry, more focused on how she was darting her head around looking for who had made you feel sad in the brief moment she was gone, and paying attention to the ring box covered in blood she was fidgeting with in her hands.

"That fucking bastard ruined my proposal but there's no time like the present is there? Puppy, will you marry me?" Her tail wagged but as you shook your head and began to look at her in horror, her ears slowly began to droop, wondering where she had gone wrong, she had taken you to her favorite place, wasn't that what she was supposed to do? And then you bolted and her entire day was ruined, that stupid bastard coming into her proposal spot had caused her puppy to reject her proposal and run from her, she wished she could kill him again.

"Puppy! Don't run! Please, I'm all you need and you're all I need, it's perfect, just please come back!" No way in hell were you doing that when she was covered in some random dude's throat blood though it didn't seem like you had much of a choice with how fast she was closing in on you.

It was two days ago when you'd said no to her proposal, you had assumed Kassien would be fine waiting for you to be ready for marriage, she'd always been a very patient, at least for a demon, mate but well now here you were locked in her apartment and trying to starve yourself to death as she came by with food almost hourly demanding that you eat.

"Sweetness, I'm going to give you two choices, okay?" Her voice seemed calm through the door but you knew better at this point, there was rage constantly festering at the surface and she could blow up at you any second. "Either you start eating, willingly, or I ram in down your throat. There's no world in which I am allowing you to starve yourself sweetness so get that through your thick head."

"I hate you." You heard a light growl through the door before she let out a loud sigh trying and obviously failing to calm herself down. She had to be patient if she wanted you to and yet clearly you were not going to even at the threat of your own life.

"Why do you keep resisting me?! This isn't fair, don't we deserve to be happy?! If you would stop resisting then we could be so happy together. Until you eat I will not be eating a single thing, maybe if we starve together then you'll finally be a good little mate for me." You had said you hated Kassien but that really didn't mean you wanted her to starve which she knew very obviously when she made the threat.

"Please don't-" "Why do you care if I hurt myself all of a sudden, sweetness, you trampled all over my heart and you were going to fucking leave me. I'm going to make you care though sweetness, you'll see and then you'll regret not instantly agreeing to be my sweet little mate once I show you how good it could have been, you just have to eat first and we can be happy again."

You didn't really understand why Nikki even had bothered to take you out on a date today, she had just spent the entire night holding herself back from snapping people away and the other half gripping your hand because it annoyed her to no end having to sit across from you at the table even if it was human date etiquette. Plus there were two things she kept looking at in her bag, trying to decide when the right time to show them to you was. Probably never because you were sure she likely had something awful to show you.

"Mate, I brought you a gift for this day. Do you know what it is? It's alright, I wouldn't expect you to remember, it's the eyes of that person who kept staring at you yesterday." How... romantic? Well as romantic as this sadist could possibly get at the very least.

"Nikki, can you please not be so jealous today? Please it's Valentine's day, can't we have a nice night?" It wasn't going to happen when you were mated to a high ranking demon who could never take responsibility for her own poor behavior but at the very least you could dream, couldn't you?

"Do you actually believe I'm jealous mate? You haven't seen me jealous yet, I could show you what real jealousy would look like, if you wish." Yeah you were going to have to pass on that 'wonderful' offer. "It surprises me that you have no clue how far I am willing to go for you mate."

"What's in the other thing?" She had a small box in her hand, you weren't a moron, you understood what this meant, you just really hoped you were wrong and she had just bought you a nice piece of jewelry for Valentine's Day even though that didn't sound like her at all.

"Ah this, it's a human custom, a marriage proposal, us angels don't do it but I assumed you would appreciate it. Would you like to marry me?" You shook your head very aggressively and she hummed in thought furrowing her eyebrows. "It seems my coworker led me in the wrong direction, whatever the case it doesn't matter since even without this you are still mine."

Nora had a surprising ability to act like everything was normal even as she had you tied up she still fidgeting with the strings on your hoodie like you had just lent it to your cute fiance despite you rejecting her proposal, causing her to tie you up like a maniac.

"I know the restraints hurt, I'm sorry, I'll untie you as soon as I know you aren't going to run. You l-look so beautiful tied up like this though, it takes my breath away every time." Yeah you knew that because the freak tied you up every chance she got, including right now. It'd be weird if she didn't enjoy the way you looked tied up and was just tying you up for no reason at all.

She withered as you glared at her, trying not to make eye contact, things had gotten out of hand for her too quickly, she didn't mean to take you but well she was sure you would have said yes and when you didn't she got so worried that you were actually breaking up with her even though you weren't and well now you were here in her bed glaring at her as she tried not to cry while also feeling a sick satisfaction that you were trapped here.

"I-I'm sorry I took your hoodie by the way, I just saw it on the ground when I went to get your things and well it smells like you and I just couldn't help it." That seemed like the least of your problems when she literally moved your stuff into her apartment as you were tied up on her bed.

"Let me go."

"I can't, you know you're my reason for living, I can't." Yeah you knew that, she said you were her reason for living fifteen times a day, you just didn't know she was actually batshit before. "You can use me in any other way you want, you just have to stay with me."

You had to admit you were a little worried about your serial killer kidnapper, mainly because if anything happened to her you would be stuck in her apartment and likely rot away to nothing but it was still worry nonetheless. It was about midnight when she stumbled in to the apartment, much sooner than she had been returning recently which did not make you feel any better in the slightest cause this just meant she'd thought of some harebrained scheme to get you to finally agree to her proposal.

"Love, I had an i-idea while I was gone, I h-hope you l-like it!" She lifted her sweater revealing she had carved your name on the side of her stomach which was barely visible because of how intense the scabbing was at the moment. "L-look, I carved your n-name into my skin so everyone will know I'm y-yours!"

"Rudie, what the fuck?! Why would you do this to yourself?!" You rushed over to her trying to see if you could gauge how much blood she had lost, you would probably starve to death if she bled out from this, it did seem majorly scabbed up but it could reopen at practically any time which was very worrying to you.

"Maybe I should hurt myself l-like this more frequently, t-then you'll finally admit how much you l-love me!" She grinned as you examined her wound, god it was going to heal so poorly, you'd have to force her to go on bedrest just so she didn't rip it open again just walking around casually. You hated how she was acting like you were madly in love with her just because you didn't want her dead but if that's what it took to get her not to do anything worse then you'd play along so you simply hummed and nodded.

"You d-don't understand, if you just a-accept me now, I-I'll be your servant forever." She sniffled into your shoulder as you guided her into the kitchen, sitting her down so you can wrap her wounds.

"I know honey, first we have to wrap your wound though, m'kay?" She nodded, sweat and tears matting her hair against her forehead.

You knew what Sawyer was going to do tonight and you knew you were going to say no, sure she was going to make you marry her anyways but you wanted to know you had put up somewhat of a fight against her even if it was a weak fight that didn't last very long. You just hoped it would get your point across that you really did not want a part in this and you would never want one.

"You've been a very good girl these past few months, perhaps I should reward you. Would you enjoy that?" You sneered at her, sure you no longer kicked and screamed at her but that didn't mean you enjoyed your little arrangement any more than you had before. "Don't give me that look dearest, we're at a very nice restaurant, let's try to have a good night."

"So what's the reward?" You knew what it was but you wanted to drag it out for as long as you could, just to make her life as difficult as you possibly could at the very least. "Better be a good reward and not something stupid that's only a gift for yourself."

"You know, when other people look at you, it makes me feel like throwing up. Luckily I plan to put an end to that tonight, it's not as if you could have been with anyone else anyways but now I won't have to even think of you ever being with anyone else." She sighed as she saw you curl your lip at her engagement ring placing your hands off the table so she couldn't grab them.

"All you ever do is think about escaping, I see you daydreaming about it constantly, can you not simply enjoy the night with me dearest? Or do I have to put you in the isolation room when we return home and trust me, when you walk out you will be wearing this ring, dearest." You shook your head and she huffed. "I suppose you intend on being a brat tonight dearest, I was so hoping you wouldn't do this but I suppose here we are."

[goldeneyedgirl]

G'day fellow Aussie! I read your daemon!au (of which I am very invested in if you ever felt like you wanted to continue it someday, you'd at least have one dedicated reader) but I was also thinking about your thoughts on a wings!au or a soulmate mark!au? Those three are some of my favourites. I think Jasper would have tatted and ratty sandy colored wings that are blood red at the tips and Alice would have maybe hummingbird wings that were always twitching and flapping or maybe even little perfectly white dove wings. I don't know. I like thinking about it and you're the AU goddess in the fandom and I'd love to hear your thoughts

Hi! Another Aussie in fandom, this is just outstanding.

Daemon AU is not dead, it's just not a priority - I started it when I first got into the fandom and it needs a glow up. I don't really want to retread all of canon through it, and having animals in the mix and external souls really changes things like visiting the Volturi, Alice's past, Bella's depression, how good the Cullen cover story really is etc. But it's definitely something I have in the back of my head to continue!

Wing AUs aren't something I've read much of, mostly due to the fact that there aren't many for Twilight that I know of but I am intrigued by the concept. I did touch on the idea a little in Iron and Stone, where Jasper was made into a demon. In that case, his wings are very horror-story esque: impossibly black, tattered, and made of bone - and they only appear when he's in his demon form, looking only like very prominent shoulder blades in vampire/human form.

But if you want to talk about Wing Aus closer to canon, I think you could do some insanely cool things. Like, what determines wing-type? Is it where you were changed (like Minecraft biomes and rabbit colours)? Is it the age/time of change? Is it reflective of the origin of vampires? Is it who changed you? Some kind of belief system that determines the colour, make? Something closer to a reflection of your soul ala daemons? Or is it reflective of hair/skin/eye colour? Maybe when you change into a vampire, your eye colour transfers to your wings because your eyes are now yellow or red?

And like, wings are very thin, so you'd be able to see through the membrane to the veins - would the colour of the venom in the tissue determine colouration, or the fact that vampires are technically dead just give all wings a kind of blue-grey colour? What would the 'argument' be for feathered wings when humans have hair?

The horror-lover in me leans towards something that is reflective of each of the Cullens' deaths. I love the idea of Jasper's being red-tipped because of all the blood he spilt. Esme's being quite small and rounded, but made up of a patchwork of broken bone and a rock-like appearance for her suicide attempt; Emmett's being scarred up underneath a very thin layer of bear fur; Jasper's being leathery and sandy, criss-crossed with scars and bite marks.

If you're more of a feathered wing lover, I would lean heavily into meaning being written into the colours, maybe even changing depending on season/moods - Rosalie's pink wings darken to burgundy when she's mad; Carlisle's wings being devoid of colour close to his body because of how much he starved himself in the beginning; Alice's going entirely transparent when she's having a vision; Bella waking up with skin-toned wings because newborns' wings take around a year to find their pigment.

Thank you Anon, I'll probably use this for something in the future.

As for Soulmark AUs, I fucking love them. Give me symbolism, give me marks and proof and the old red-thread of fate. Obsessed. I wrote And Found as my first foray into Soulmark AUs, but I've contemplated them more and more. Again, I ventured into horror territory with Alice inheriting all of Jasper's scars before she meets him. The idea of Jasper facing down this tiny vampire with every single bite mark, every scratch and scar, because they're a matching set is both beautiful and tragic. Alice doesn't see anything wrong with their scars - it's how they know they belong together; she feels beautiful because she thinks he is beautiful.

But Jasper is just ashamed that he did this to her, that she's got all the markings of a war she never fought. That everyone who meets her thinks that she's tethered to a monster that disfigured her.

It could be an excellent source of angst. Emmett's bear attack scars across Rosalie's torso - they heal on Emmett as he changes, but they're on Rose for life. Carlisle with a ladder-like scar on his side, from where Esme fell against the rocks and her rib cage snapped through her flesh. James' bite splitting Edward's hand open in the ballet studio; the ragged, messy scar across Bella's abdomen that Edward inherits from Ness's birth... so fucked up, I love it.

Honestly, I love soulmarks so much, I have many ideas I've never really done much with - Maria identifying Jasper's mark when he's turned and disfiguring it so he never knows that he has a soulmark; the idea that for whatever reason, Alice and Jasper don't have any visible soulmarks and are choosing their fate. Or even an insanely fucked up one where meeting your soulmate as a vampire is a form of 'redemption' and can be used to restore certain aspects of humanity - but the knowledge on how to trigger the 'redemption' has been lost for centuries.

Good times.

And also, AU Goddess? That's SO nice of you. I'm sure I have the reputation of being mildly unhinged with some of my weirder fics, so this is lovely <3 <3

[abybweisse]

Hello! What do you think of the theory that these four facilities are not the only source of blood for R!Ciel? We are well aware of how good UT is at keeping things secret, so these barely hidden facilities seem very suspicious. I am sure that the time of the appearance of R!Ciel is not coincidental, but rather precisely calculated by UT. It would fit very well into the chess game the twins are playing: R!Ciel makes the first move to kick his brother out of the manor, O!Ciel destroys the vital blood resources, R!Ciel reveals that they are not the only ones, which prompts O!Ciel to come up with a new plan. Given his and UT's composure and nonchalance about the first object being destroyed, it's hard to believe that this sentiment is based solely on arrogance, which is definitely not UT's trait. If I am not mistaken, R!Ciel can take any blood type, which makes all the fuss about Sirius blood even more hilarious. Imagine O!Ciel's face upon learning that those voyages were all for nothing. Also, assuming that the ultimate goal of UT is to save O!Ciel's soul from being consumed by Sebastian, it makes perfect sense to separate the servants from their young master and his demon. Looking forward to the Brighton Arc!

More, secretive facilities?

It's possible, I suppose, but I don't think that's happening. If there are other facilities providing blood, then the quantities they send are probably not nearly enough to sustain the demand. And, once Undertaker and real Ciel are defeated, those facilities would eventually stop collecting.

But I think these are the main four facilities, now that Sphere Music Hall has been shut down and the Bath resort was kept from being put to full use.

Instead of Undertaker and real Ciel making these facilities obvious, I think they believe they covered their activities well. Spaced out across the country and not connected in any way that most people would immediately realize. Sebastian is a demon, but he still had to do research to figure out what little he knows about each facility.

Besides, my big Mother3 theory helps explain it this way: the player has to be able to figure out where to go, what to do, who's the adversary, etc. within a somewhat reasonable timeframe. Actually winning might be difficult, but figuring out how to even play the game shouldn't be. The twins might compare their moves to playing chess, but what they are doing is very much like a rhythm game... like Mother3.

Arrogance might not be Undertaker's trait, but I think it is very much a trait of real Ciel, and he's largely calling the shots now... even when Undertaker seems less-than-keen about some of the decisions.

Idk whether real Ciel knows he can accept any whole blood donation (ignoring Rh factor). But, if he does know, then he's likely being too elitist to use anything but his own blood type. I mean we already know he's putting a premium on the rarer blood types. Even Blavat makes that apparent with how the four stars are ranked. This is one of the reasons I suspect that the Viscount of Druitt is involved in the blood typing and transfusion process. He's exactly the sort who would believe some blood types are superior to others.

Remember how Undertaker got a huge laugh out of Stoker believing they were truly using medical science to revive the dead? And then he completely deflates Stoker's ego by saying they were no longer relying on science once they asked for a reaper's assistance? Undertaker's techniques aren't medical. At least they weren't then.

Now, what's going on is partly medical. But I imagine a scene where Druitt (or someone else with a medical background who is helping instead) makes claims about how blood typing works and how real Ciel is special for only being able to accept the rarest blood type... then Undertaker bursts out laughing, explaining that isn't true, and how amusing it's been to watch the Aurora Society struggle to attain "Sirius" blood when any human blood would have sufficed.

The other possibility is that Undertaker also doesn't know how blood types really work, and when someone finally explains it to him -- like Sieglinde -- he gets a huge kick out of the futility of all their efforts until then. His included.

Now, it is a good strategy to get the enemy to split up, with the idea they will be weakened and easier to defeat. However, real Ciel's side is also split up. Heathfield's facility was crushed, and Polaris could only see it for himself and report back. Layla/Al was exposed to the reapers, and she might be at reaper HQ by now, getting her head examined by Othello, for all we know. Doll is struggling and might be defeated by Snake and Finny soon. That leaves real Ciel and those he's keeping closest, like Undertaker and Polaris. But even Polaris isn't always there with his master. Tanaka is around, but his loyalty is still questionable; I'm sure he's not actually comfortable serving the bizarre doll of real Ciel. There must be someone else who is helping with the medical side of things, like Druitt (or a bizarre doll of Stoker or of the circus doc), but is that person of any other use? Anyway, both sides are largely split up and fighting at multiple fronts.

[weministertomonsters]

The Angel

"Think she's dead? What, it's possible! She's out here in the cold wrapped in a bedsheet."

Those were the first words Hazriel heard as his consciousness came back to him. His eyelashes peeled open and he winced as a bright beam of light pierced his vision.

"Look, she's waking up. Miss? Can you hear us? Are you alright?"

"Pardon me, may I trouble you to remove that light from my face?" Hazriel said, squinting.

Two men were leaning over him. One young, and the other beginning to go grey at the temples.

"Oh, right." The young man turned off his smartphone flashlight and slipped it back into his pocket. "What are you doing out in the cold?"

"Clearly, she's homeless. Why else would she be hanging out next to a McDonald's for? Look, we're closed, lady."

"Shut up, Paul. You're confusing her," the young man snapped. "Miss, it's not safe for you to be out in the cold. Do you know how you got here?"

"Yes. I appear to have fallen," Hazriel said, gingerly touching the back of his head to check for blood.

He must have lost his divinity after he had fallen, which would explain to lack of serious injury. His head was hurting terribly, though that could not be helped.

"Need me to call an ambulance? Did you hurt yourself?" The young man said.

"No assistance is necessary, but I thank you for the offer." Hazriel stood slowly, leaning against the wall behind him as his legs trembled.

He wasn't used to relying entirely on his legs. His wings had always been there for balance and to keep him from ever touching the ground. Now they were gone and Hazriel's divine sandals were planted firmly on the asphalted earth. Hazriel grimaced as the wind picked up, chilling his bare legs and blowing his robes around him. The loss of divinity meant even his robes had suffered the fate of becoming entirely ordinary, hanging on his frame like sheer window curtains.

"Wait a sec, you're no woman!" The other man said, spotting his flat chest and well-endowed nether region which was rather visible thanks to his robes which no longer glowed with celestial light.

"Paul, you idiot, that's offensive to say," the young man said.

Hazriel also looked and almost jumped out of his skin when he saw what he now possessed.

"Oh my light, I have genitals!" He said, exasperated and despairing all at once.

Paul laughed. "Funny," he said. "You must be on some good shit, man."

"No, I would not say I am," Hazriel said, still staring down at his new body. "I appear to be completely human."

Paul shook his head. "I'm going back inside," he said to his colleague. "You deal with her. Or him."

The young man turned to Hazriel. "Look, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," he said. "Do you have a place to go?"

"I surely do," Hazriel said. "I simply do not know where just yet."

"Ah, sure. Just cover up, yeah? Your... Clothes aren't going to do you any favors," he said. "Stay safe."

Hazriel was about to leave to find whatever destiny he had been placed on earth for, but his new internal organs grumbled so loudly he could feel the physical vibration.

"Actually," he said, turning to the young man who was going back inside. "I would like sustenance."

"Have you got money? You know what, don't answer that question. I'll get you something, but you have to leave afterward, alright?"

"Very well," Hazriel said.

He went over to a metal bench to wait, since he was still not very used to his legs. The contact of the cold metal on his rear was not lessened by his thin robes, and he lurched upwards in shock.

"This body is severely flawed," he murmured, rubbing his cold skin. "Are all humans like this?"

He leaned on the wall instead, lost in his thoughts as he tried to figure out what he had done to deserve this punishment. His record had been clean, his feathers were pure white. So why? An accident, he decided. His records must have been mixed up with those of someone else.

"Here," the young man was saying, poking his head through the backdoor and holding out a bag.

"Thank you," Hazriel said, taking it with both hands.

He had never consumed food before and was more curious than he was hungry. He rummaged through the bag and took out a chicken nugget.

I suppose I should do as the humans do, he thought, put it in his mouth, and began to chew.

It was good. Surprisingly good, almost the equivalent of celestial mana. The hamburger ended up being harder to eat as the layers fell apart when he tried to eat it. He ate everything, then licked his fingers. His stomach was no longer complaining, which he thought was good. However, the clarity the food had offered him made it clear that he had no idea what to do now. He hadn't even been given a message to bestow on anyone.

Hazriel frowned and rubbed his cold hands together, thinking.

"Oh boy," the young man murmured as he stepped out of the building. "You really have nowhere to go."

"It appears so," Hazriel admitted.

"There's a homeless shelter not far away. But you need to cover up, it's far too cold to run around wearing that." He slipped off his jacket and held it out to Hazriel.

"Thank you," Hazriel said, taking it and pulling it on.

His human body was much smaller than his celestial one had been, and this human was taller than he was now, so the jacket almost seemed to engulf him, providing much more coverage and warmth than his robes did. He started in the direction the man pointed him in. After a night of sleep, he would figure out what to do.

[itslileagle]

Better by you (G.W × Potter!reader) .

Summary : Y/N Lily Potter is Harry Potter's elder sister - 2 years elder than him . She is with George Weasley (in a relationship) .

George gets hit with the Sectumsempra curse and this fanfic deals with the events of that night and the morning after .

Warning : mentions of blood , loads of fluff , angst .

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"Moody , instead of transforming all of them into Harry why don't you transform Harry into a Muggle ? I mean it involves less risk ."

"That - also seems a good option ." Hermione said but went silent seeing the look on Moody's face .

"Transforming Harry into a Muggle is greater risk . If You-Know-Who can see through , then we give him just one target to look after . Transforming 6 others gives him a lot more work and also creates loads of confusion ."

"Moody , I was just saying Harry won't agree to all this . And I think as his elder sister I have atleast some right to decide as to how he must be brought here ."

"Potter , this is not your sole decision . Bringing him here is the collective work of the Order . And the Order won't work according to your wishes ." He said , voice normal but so very edgy .

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"Don't be so hard on yourself love ." George said as he saw her banging her fist on the table .

"What am I supposed to do , George ? Moody is taking unnecessary risks ."

"They aren't unnecessary . Everyone has volunteered to bring him here ."

"Do you really think Mumdungus Fletcher was ready ?"

"Dung ? Well Moody will look after him . Don't you worry ."

She embraced him around the middle .

"Georgie ?"

"Hm ?"

"Promise me , you will come back to me , in one whole piece , safe and sound ."

"I will . And if I don't I will haunt you your whole life ."

She slapped him on his hand and looked up at him .

"George , please ."

He kissed her on the forehead and then caught her lips in a loving kiss .

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Remus had pinned Harry to the wall .

"What creature sat in my office the first time Harry Potter visited my classroom ?"

"Are you mad !"

"Answer me !"

"A-A Grindylow ."

Remus lowered his wand ,"had to make sure he wasn't an imposter ."

This time Y/N raised her wand at Remus .

"What was the first memory I had of us as a family ?"

"The day Harry was born . You were sitting in front of Lily holding Harry . Me , Sirius , Peter were standing at the foot of the bed and James was standing besides Lily ." Remus narrated .

"Who-who injured him ?" She asked Remus , her voice cracking .

"Snape - his Sectumsempra ." Remus said helplessly .

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George was on the couch in the living room .

"Molly , you go and have some rest . You are in dire need of rest . I need to look after his wound ."

"Alright ." She cupped her cheek , gave her a loving smile and went upstairs .

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Grabbing the first aid box , she moved a chair near the couch and settled herself .

"Hey ." George said . Keeping her face stern she grabbed some cotton and started cleaning the wound .

He tried to host himself up but she warned him ," don't you even dare George Fabian Weasley ."

He took her dominant hand which held the cotton and kissed it .

"Don't. It has the antiseptic on it ." She said withdrawing her hand .

"Lift your head up when I say ." She said as she got the bandages from the box . She cradled his head carefully and successfully wrapped the bandages around his head so as to cover his ear .

"Why all those Muggle techniques though ?"

She kept her face stern and expressionless as she arranged the first aid box neatly .

"I have to throw this cotton away . I will be back ." She said getting up .

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Y/N brought a glass of milk with some biscuits for George to have .

"What's wrong ?"

"Nothing is wrong ." She said , blinking away her tears . George put down the food on the side table and made her some place on the couch .

"If nothing was wrong , it would have been 'Georgie' and not my full name . You would tell me everything and just not blink away your tears ."

"George - you are a complete bastard , you know that . You-you volunteer to bring Harry and come all bloodied up . You expect me to be calm about it and talk to you as if nothing has been wrong . What-what about the promise you made me ? What would Molly and Arthur would've done if anything more terrible wouldn't happened ? What about your siblings and most importantly Fred ? What about me ? What-what would I have done ." She said , breaking down in tears , wrapping her arms around his middle .

"Y/N I told you that I would haunt you . And speaking about my mum , dad and siblings , they will have each other to look to ."

"Stop it , George !" She said slapping him on his arm , snuggling close to his chest she started crying .

"Hey hey ..... I was just joking . I love coming back to you . I won't ever leave you , alright ?"

"You better don't ." He heard her muffled voice .

"Y/N ?"

"Hm ?"

"I love you ."

"I love you too ."

He felt her crack a smile against his chest .

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"George . Wake up ." She woke him up in the morning , on the day of Bill and Fleur's wedding .

He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled ,"'morning love ."

"Now get up quickly . Everyone else is awake . Get ready and come downstairs ." She said as she pulled him up from his bed .

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"George ?" She knocked on the door .

"Come in - oh hey ." He said .

"Heyy . How do I look ?" She asked him .

"You look - divine ."

She blushed furiously and turned around to hide the blush on her face .

"Thank you ."

"And what about me ? How do I look ?" He asked her wrapping his arms around her ."

"You look - damn handsome Georgie ." She said giving him a peck on the cheek .

"Thank you ." He said , twirling her around and kissing her hand .

"And one more thing my lady ." He said .

"What is it , George ?" She asked him .

"It's a surprise for which I want you to close your eyes ."

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"Open them ." He said . As soon as she did that , she was in utter shock .

George stood before her , a ring in a box .

"George !" She gasped .

"Miss Y/N Lily Potter . This is George Fabian Weasley . I don't think there is a 'good time' for these things . So here I am standing before you a ring in my hand and my heart pounding in my chest . I have loved you ever since you came to the hospital wing enquiring about me in our third year . You put my family before yourself . You took Ginny in as a little sister when she needed someone back in our 4th year after all the Tom Riddle chaos . You consoled mum after she was scared due to the Boggart in our 7th year . You always answered dad's questions about Muggles without loosing your patience . You tolerated all of Perce's nonsense when you were a prefect . You always helped Ron with his homework . You always helped both of us - me and Fred to get out of trouble , in turn earning loads of detentions for yourself in the process . So Miss Y/N Lily Potter , may I put the ring on your finger and hence a seal on our upcoming marriage ?"

"George - I-I - yes . A million times yes . I love you ." She gave him her hand and as he put a ring on her finger their fate was sealed .

George kissed her passionately on the lips as they descended downstairs to attend the wedding and then plan their own .

[galacticlamps]

ooooh I'm VERY interested in hearing about second nature (I'm assuming this is the human nature au? if so I LOVE the title that's so clever)!! also 6th time's the charm and the 29th fic in your big document if you like o:

wip tag game!

(descriptions posts above the cut, excerpts below it)

second nature is indeed my human nature au - as in, literally a spin on those episodes (I haven’t read the book) & not just a chameleon arch humandoctor story, so the basic description of Two, Jamie, & Zoe being on the run from the Family of Blood and winding up hiding out at an early 20th century English boarding school with Professor John Smith is as you'd expect it to be. That’s probably about the extent of the plot similarities though, since it’s also a get-together fic primarily about the relationships between the 3 main characters.

I just realized "6th time's the charm" probably sounds like a satisfying conclusion to some adorable 5 + 1, but no, instead it's a reference to the fact that 5 other documents in that list are attempts at writing the same story, and that particular doc's version of it hasn't been touched in over a year now (whoops), but I’ll post a little piece of it anyway. It varies between being multi-chapter or a one-shot and between perspectives, but it’s basically a fic in which Two & Jamie have managed to go quite a long time without actually talking about their feelings, Jamie’s certain they should, the Doctor’s convinced they shouldn’t, and the eventual result is a kind of forced confession.

In the list, 29 is set in season 5, with the description “the doctor saves jamie with time lord regeneration energy. they aren't sure if they can leave because of it” - I actually really like this one, I just know I have some big parts of the plot to finalize before I could really work on it seriously

Second Nature:

Picking one piece of this was really hard but let’s go with this bit from what should be the second chapter, since that doesn’t really require context:

Zoe studied the Doctor's unconscious face thoughtfully. "Do you think I could pass for his daughter?"

"Hm? Oh, I don't know - I'm no good at that sort of thing. Your hair's similar?" he ventured.

"Thanks, Jamie,” she rolled her eyes.

"Yours is neater,” he added quickly.

"I should hope so, seeing as I have actually been known to brush it on occasion."

"But wouldn't a lie that big be kind of difficult? I mean, if you're his daughter that would mean he should remember your whole life growin’ up, and your mother and you bein’ born. The Doctor said he'd just go along with most things, makin’ up memories that make things make sense but . . . I don’t know, that's an awful lot to not really remember about a person, isn't it?"

"I suppose. And then, I'd be expected to know anything he can't recall, and to refer to all the right places and things he invents for himself in his past. . . You’re right, it’s probably not the best explanation for my being here."

"Probably not." Jamie wasn’t sure what would be, but he didn't think he could pull off pretending the Doctor was his father for three minutes let alone months, so he was especially invested in having Zoe come up with a different cover story for them both. She seemed stuck on it though.

"Perhaps I could be adopted, and recently? I can say I'm a little younger than I am, and if he's been a teacher, maybe I was one of his students, and I lost my family, and we got on really well so he took me in? How's that sound?"

"Och, I don't know,” Jamie shook his head, defeated. “It might work."

"I think I ought to say I'm an orphan either way,” Zoe continued, unfazed. “It’s close enough to the truth, I suppose, since I never really knew my family before going away to the institute, and it saves me having to invent existing relations." She sighed and kicked up her feet so they dangled over the edge of the front seat of the cart. Jamie put an arm out and pushed her back protectively even though he knew she was fine. "Oh, I would so like to say I'm here to teach at the school with him or something like that, but I don't think they'd let women teach boys here, at least not one my age."

from 6th time’s the charm:

“. . . and, anyway, Jamie’s anxious to get a look at some of their nicer resorts, aren’t you, Jamie?” They both turned to him then, and while Jamie could tell Zoe had read the room well enough to know that was more than half a lie, she still looked intrigued. It was the Doctor, however, that put the nail in the coffin on Jamie’s protests, staring at him so hopefully, like a child on Christmas morning. No matter how many trips they made – and no matter how disappointing any of them proved, he was always so determined to be excited about the next one. And Jamie could hardly blame him for that, what with it being one of those things that made his heart thrill and his cheeks blush and Zoe remind him wasn’t there something you said you’d discuss with the Doctor?

“Oh, aye, sure,” he agreed, rolling his eyes, but even the Doctor’s persistence had come to be endearing. It was one of the many things Jamie loved him for, he knew, and just because he hadn’t quite gotten up the nerve to ever tell the Doctor as much didn’t make it any less true.

29. Here’s a chunk of the first scene of actual dialogue I wrote for it, after making notes on the premise & context (sorry it’s so long & so light on both punctuation  & narration, that’s how most of my wips start out, & bc of that I figured it'd make even less sense if I gave you a shorter piece):

Jamie! Good to see you up and about but maybe it'd be better if-- I feel fine And I'm very glad to hear that but still, a little precaution never-- I feel great Really? I know I feel much better than I've any right to Ah. Well you see, the ah, the medical assessment, initially, last night, may not-- You did something to me, didn't you? Saved my life? Jamie, I-- You did, I know you did. I didn't understand it when it was happening - still don't, really - but now I know you can do something-- Jamie, keep your voice down! Only I never saw you do anything like that before. So why is that? It's dangerous, isn't it, what ye did? That's why ye don't do it all the time? It's . . . complicated, Jamie-- Complicated? I've seen I don't know how many people die in front of us and never seen you even try to do a thing like that to save any of them before, and now you tell me you couldn't because it was complicated?? Complicated to explain precisely why it's dangerous, Jamie, please. Sit - if, if you can comfortably, that is. Oh. Aye, of course I can. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt better in my life. the Doctor only nodded evasively at the ground as Jamie sat on the edge of the sofa opposite him & leaned forward conspiratorially, his elbows on his knees Alright, it's complicated to explain - but start with this - is it dangerous to me or dangerous to you? To both of us. And to Victoria. Victoria? And to Ben, and Polly, and for that matter to Kirsty and Colin McLaren and to a hundred other people you haven't-- How in the world can it be a danger to all those-- It's very hard to explain, Jamie. In fact, part of the explanation could add to the danger too. Jame sat back. He’d been with the Doctor long enough to know there were plenty of things he didn’t tell him, but some were things he knew he wished he could, information he didn’t feel safe sharing however much he'd like to. There were a very few topics it all tended to connect back to, and given the situation, it didn’t take long for him to guess which one it was this time. It's to do with your own people, then. the Doctor shrugged helplessly, as if convincing himself he wasn't saying anything that wasn't already obvious. Well, it would have to be, wouldn't it? he suggested in a thin voice, almost wincing away from his own words. Jamie's heart ached at seeing how pained such a small admission made him, but his pulse quickened too, and there were some facts he needed to know before he could leave it be. And for whatever reason I'm guessin you're not supposed to do what you did to me last night? the Doctor nodded jerkily, not meeting Jamie's eyes. You might put it that way, yes. And it - he couldn't help but glance incredulously down at his own hand laying unassuming, palm-up in his lap; even he wouldn't know, just to look at it, that the Doctor had squeezed it so tightly in both of his own last night until all three had glowed a blinding gold - except, of course, for the fact that it didn't belong to a dead man this morning. but there were people more perceptive than he in the wide universe  - it leaves traces? Yes, it does And if those traces are used to find us... he knew when and when not to bother with details. We should leave he stood up abruptly. The Doctor rose too catching him by the elbow They have time travel too, Jamie. That wouldn't make it better How not? If they've noticed the trace - and they might not, but if they have - then watching it move through time and space irregularly would be the final confirmation on what had happened That you used your... abilities to save me? Or a - one of my people - to save a human, yes Aye, and? And that would not be taken lightly by anyone Alright, and the alternative? Well, if we stay put for a while, the Doctor explained slowly, releasing the hold on his arm at last, behave in a spatially and temporally standard way, then, possibly it'll be given up on as a blip on the radar. A mistake. Somehow Jamie was quiet a long time How long will it take the trace to wear off? I've no idea Doctor? Well, I've never done that before! So why do it now? Because the risk was too-- How? How was this risk worth it when you've just said all the things it endangers? God, Doctor am I even gonna be able to-- he blanched, suddenly, and the doctor knew his thoughts before he spoke them Am I gonna be able to come with you when you leave here?

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Everything stays in the family: Part Two

Park Jihyo x Huh Yunjin

Word Count: 3.4K

TW: Incest.

[PART 1] [PART 3] [PART 4] [PART 5]

DISCLAIMER: I'm adding this disclaimer because I think it's necessary.

This story have some taboo themes like incesto to name one. I need to say that obviously some of the things I wrote here aren't good and by any means I'm trying to make it look like good and normal things. Read at your own discretion.

Everything you see here is fiction and many things in this story are not really good. This is for fun and only for that. Also, all the characters you see here are adults and Jihyo is older, but I'm not specifying how old she is.

Another thing to say is that I have no clue about how human bodies actually work, so you can't expect me to be very accurate about some things. I'm not saying what because I want you to figure it out as you read.

CHAPTER TWO

Both women were petrified, not knowing what to do. Yunjin had her face covered in breast milk, and she barely managed to open one eye. While Jihyo slowly began to lower her hips, until her butt was resting on the bed again.

The older woman was the first to come to her senses. She put down the vibrator and quickly grabbed a towel from somewhere, but instead of covering herself she went over to wipe Yunjin's face. “Dear… I'm so sorry, sorry.” Jihyo apologized as she dried her daughter's face with gentle touches.

“N… no, it's my fault. I shouldn’t have entered without knocking.” Yunjin excused herself, speaking between the touches of the towel on her face. "I'm truly sorry"

“It doesn't matter, I know it was an accident. That's better." Jihyo finally finished drying the girl's face and left the towel on the bed while sitting cross-legged . Yunjin opened her eyes for a second and quickly closed them again to avoid seeing her mother's nakedness. “Dear, you don't have to cover your eyes. I'm sure you won't see anything you haven't seen before. Besides, we are both women.”

A lump formed in Yunjin's throat and he swallowed heavily. The truth was, Jihyo always knew the girl had a dick, and that never ever made any difference for her. That was one of the many ways Jihyo had always treated Yunjin well. But at this very moment Yunjin wished with all her might that she didn't have a cock between her legs, because the truth was that she had formed an embarrassing erection. She didn't quite understand if it was from seeing her mother's naked body or from the way she had found her, but that was seriously tormenting Yunjin with the way her cock was throbbing inside her boxers.

“Don't feel ashamed, open your eyes. I think we already had a few talks about sexuality and self-pleasure a long time ago. ”In fact Jihyo had been the one who taught her almost everything she needed to know about that subject, in a mother-to-daughter talk when Yunjin still didn't even think about considering her as such. Maybe that's why it was embarrassing to have Jihyo naked in front of her.

“Okay…” Yunjin finally gave in reluctantly. “But I'm still embarrassed, sorry.” She quickly apologized again, more for having all that blood flowing to her crotch than for seeing the woman's naked body. Well, even though Jihyo had her legs crossed, her daughter could still see the mop of hair on her pelvis, and not only that. There was also the fact that her heavy tits hung free of all restraint, those perfect nipples still hard from the pleasure she had been giving herself just moments ago. And Yunjin could swear that there were still a few small drops of milk on her tits, which in some strange way made her cock throb even more.

“Don't worry…” Jihyo interrupted what she was saying because she had just realized that a small hum could be heard behind her. She quickly reached over to turn off the vibrator that was still working, and placed it back on the bed. "Sorry." This time the girl could hear some shame in the older woman's voice. “Anyway... Do you need anything?” Apart from the noise of the vibrator, Jihyo didn't seem to care at all about the situation.

Yunjin almost started laughing suddenly because the whole situation had made her forget why she was in her parents' room. “Yes, I think I forgot an SD card here. It has the project I'm working on with Chaewon, and she's going to kill me if I don't get it back.” Yunjin suddenly felt bad for mentioning her girlfriend. Chaewon was waiting for her outside, while she was inside here trying to resist obscene thoughts about her mother. “I'll look on my father's nightstand.” Another pang of guilt invaded her, this time for looking at her father's wife that way.

Yunjin quickly glanced at the small piece of furniture on the side of the bed, but she didn't see anything on the cover. Damn, this whole situation was for nothing.

“Look on the ground too, it may have fallen to the floor. Let 'me help you."

“No, I'm not going to let you bend over like that.” But it was too late. By the time Yunjin finished saying that, Jihyo had already stood up and was walking towards the nightstand. And before the girl could say anything else, her mother had already gotten down on her knees and she was groping on the floor between the bed and the nightstand.

At the sight of Jihyo's beautiful buttocks, and a small glimpse of her still wet pussy lips, Yunjin thought that she should see a doctor sooner since her brain was probably suffering some kind of damage from missing blood because it was clearly all building up on her cock. That in addition to urgently needing a priest to exercise the demon that had surely gotten into her body.

"Here it is." Jihyo said triumphantly, holding up the small card between her fingers. "Are you OK?" She asked when she saw her daughter's face, clearly not knowing why she was making that expression.

"You should not do that. You're supposed to take care of yourself.”

“My dear, you know I only agreed to stay home more than anything to please your father. I'm not crippled or anything like that, I just have a baby inside me." She touched her belly as she said that, causing Yunjin's erection to subside a little. Only a little. “Besides, I think you verified a few minutes ago that I'm still quite flexible.” Then she shamelessly started laughing after cracking that joke, making her chest jiggle in the process. Which was both good and bad for Yunjin's erection.

“Eeeewwwww!” ¡Mom!" Yunjin instinctively rolled her eyes at that joke, snapping her out of the trance Jihyo's nakedness had put her in. “Thank you for finding the card, but I have to go.” She took the card from her mother's hand, thanking her once again, and put it in her pocket so she wouldn't lose it again. “I'm sorry I interrupted you, goodbye.” She then quickly attempted to flee the room.

“Dear, maybe you should wash your face before you go out again. I think you smell like milk.” Yunjin didn't say anything, she just turned to wave goodbye and finished fleeing the place. Seconds later, somewhat tormented by what had just happened, she went into the bathroom on the first floor, so she could wash her face in peace. Yunjin wanted to be as far away from Jihyo as she could.

With her thoughts racing at a thousand miles per hour she threw water on her face, to try to clear herself a little and finish cleaning the milk. She felt bad for getting so horny but it had been instinctive, something totally uncontrollable. Still, no one could blame her for having that tremendous erection. Jihyo was a beautiful and hot woman, anyone in their right mind would have gotten like that. The problem was that, someone in her right mind wouldn't have their cock on the verge of exploding right now for having found her mother masturbating.

The memory of Jihyo pressing the toy against her vulva and playing with her nipples came to mind, even as she was trying so hard to think of something else. Yunjin splashed more water on her face, but that only reminded her of how her face had been soaked with the woman's milk. Damn, she had to do something about that boner.

Yunjin found it doubly perverse to have that painful throbbing erection of hers at the thought of Jihyo's breast milk covering her face, but really nothing she did was helping to calm her down. Actually things were only getting worse. Damn, she really had to get rid of that boner asap. But was she willing to do it?

Yunjin couldn't go out like this, and she needed to calm down immediately or she and Cahewon wouldn't even make it to the second period of class. She still wasn't entirely convinced of what she was going to do, but she had no options left. So, despite herself, she unzipped her pants and lowered them to her knees. Yunjin looked in the mirror for a moment asking if she had the strength to do it, but when in doubt she still pulled down her boxers to free her penis.

Yunjin was instantly surprised to see that there was already precum all over her glans, she was really very excited. But if she was going to do this it was going to be her way, Yunjin didn't want to give herself over to sin completely. She took her cock and tried so hard to imagine her girlfriend naked with her, she tried to remember how she had fucked Chaewon the day before. How she had made her girlfriend moan with pleasure, how Chaewon's pussy felt squeezing her cock so deliciously.

Boom, boom, boom! She began to pump frantically thinking about her girlfriend's small tits, and how she made them bounce with each thrust. Yunjin licked her lips wanting to have Chaewon's big brown nipples in her mouth... Wait, Chaewon had small pink nipples, this wasn't right. Now Yunjin was trying to imagine her girlfriend's pussy lips opening to receive her throbbing cock. How that small, well-groomed bush of hair crowned the pussy of… No! Chaewon's vagina wasn't like that.

Yunjin couldn't understand why even though she was trying so hard to think about her girlfriend the memories of Jihyo's naked body were getting in the way, that didn't make sense. But there was no point in trying to deny that she was this horny for her adoptive mother either, because Yunjin couldn't get rid of the woman's moans that continued to echo in the back of her head. There was no longer any point in denying that finding Jihyo pleasuring herself hadn't driven her to the brink of madness itself.

Pushing Chaewon out of her mind, Yunjin bit her lower lip and increased the pace with which she moved her hand. Her cock hurt, but Yunjin knew she was already close to climax. Just a little more and she would spill all her cum all over to the thought of Jihyo milk…She could almost taste Jihyo's breast milk on her lips. She wondered what it would feel like to suck milk straight from the woman's tits, if it would be warm and thick. Yunjin wanted to put those huge nipples in her mouth and not let it go until she had drunk gallons and gallons of Jihyo's milk. After all, the baby was still months away from being born, so they weren't going to need the milk until then. Meanwhile it could be everything for Yunjin.

Oh god, this was so wrong. It was so sick that Yunjin was masturbating locked in the bathroom, thinking about sucking her mother's tits. What kind of pervert had she become to end up like this? She was sure she deserved hell, but she couldn't stop pumping to the thought of how Jihyo's swollen lips had opened almost enveloping the head of the vibrating wand. Surely that pussy wasn't going to be as tight as Chaewon's, since it was clearly bigger, but that thought made Yunjin salivate like crazy.

Bum Bum bum! She was already so close, just a little more. A few more pumps and she would climax, just a few more. But when she was about to reach glory, her phone started vibrating in her pants. Shit! She had forgotten that Chaewon was waiting for her in the car. Unfortunately, her girlfriend's thoughts mixed with her mother's thoughts at the least opportune moment, as Yunjin's cock began to release thick ropes of semen. She had finally reached orgasm, but it had been ruined.

Without time to reflect on what she had done Yunjin took her cell phone out of her pocket and picked up the call. “I'll be there in a second.” She hung up immediately without giving Chaewon time to say anything, because now she had to face the problem that she had thrown her semen on the mirror and the sink.

As Yunjin pulled up her pants and wiped away the traces of her orgasm as best she could, hoping not to leave any visible stains. She wet her face once again to try to calm down and checking that the sd card was still in her pocket Yunjin ran out of the bathroom on the first floor. Place where moments ago she was masturbating thinking about her naked mother.

“It took you forever.” Those were the words with which Chaewon welcomed Yunjin back to the car. "What happened?" She added when she saw that Yunjin's face was red and her breathing was somewhat labored.

“Not now Chaewon.”

“Did something bad happen back there?”

“Kim Chaewon, I told you not now.” Yunjin responded more sharply than she should have. Actually she shouldn't have even been angry at the question, but by god she couldn't deal with her girlfriend interrogating her now. Yunjin could barely keep her mind off what she had just done, and her guilt was flooding through her.

“What's wrong with you? Why are you so mad? I'm the one who should be upset. It was supposed to be quick but you took forever, and on top of that you come back like this. Not to mention we already missed the first period of class all because of you.” Yunjin had to admit that Chaewon was right.

Yunjin took a deep breath and tried to squid for a few seconds before answering. “Sorry, but I really can't do this right now Chaewon.” She tried to hold her girlfriend's hand but she wouldn't let her. “I promise you that once they review our project I will tell you everything in more detail, but please don't make me do it now.” The truth was that Yunjin was just trying to buy some more time to make up a lie, because there was no way she was going to tell her girlfriend that she had just masturbated thinking about her adoptive mother. "I promise."

Chaewon thought for a few moments about what she should do, but quickly came to the conclusion that her girlfriend was going through a lot of things right now and it was better not to add another burden. “Ok, but you owe me a real explanation or I'm going to be really upset.” Despite giving Yunjin her space, Cahewon was hurt because her girlfriend didn't usually explode like that or treat her that way.

"Thank you." She really didn't deserve her girlfriend. "I love you." Yunjin added more as a reminder to herself, than actually expressing her feelings for Chaewon.

The trip to university was tortuous for both of them. Yunjin didn't say a word the entire way and was lost in her thoughts. She even got distracted from the road a couple of times, which earned her reprimands from her girlfriend. For her part, Chaewon wanted to know what was happening with her girlfriend, but she understood that this was not the best time. Chaewon still couldn't help but feel sorry for how Yunjin had treated her, especially since she really cared about her girlfriend.

Fortunately, the girls managed to make it to the second period of class, and present their project for review without many problems. The teacher only made a couple of corrections but he assured them that they were on the right track, so with that resolved, Yunjin only had two more class periods left to have that inevitable conversation with Chaewon. So it was evident that she needed to continue dilating things.

Unfortunately for Yunjin, the following classes were real torture. Even though she was a pretty good student, today she was having a harder time concentrating. Memories of when she had found Jihyo in her room, and how she had pleasured herself with those images, kept coming toYunjin mind. Damn, even she could almost hear the woman's moans in the back of her head, like an incessant drip that she couldn’t stop. Yunjin was really trying with all her might to concentrate on what the teacher was saying, but she wasn't succeeding.

Opting for a different method, and perhaps driven by the growing guilt she was feeling, Yunjin decided to focus on holding her girlfriend's hand and trying to blow her kisses without anyone else noticing. Chaewon usually sat next to Yunjin in class and this time was no different, so it was easy for Yunjin to hide her hand under the table and caress her girlfriend's hand, moving her thumb from time to time. Luckily for her, Chaewon didn't move her hand away like she had done in the car.

It was a crude strategy, but it still managed to considerably improve the mood of both girls. Yunjin was able to partially push away thoughts about Jihyo to focus on the many reasons why she loved her girlfriend, and would never try to betray her. While Chaewon slowly let go of the sadness that the argument with her girlfriend had caused her. At the end of the day, Yunjin's mere presence always managed to put Chaewon, who was generally a fairly cheerful girl, in a good mood.

Despite this small advance in the situation, Yunjin could no longer ignore the erection that had formed in her pants. Her rigid member throbbed and stained the inside of her boxers with precum. Considering how much she had dripped all over Jihyo before she could masturbate and that she hadn't had time to change out of her boxers, they were already completely ruined at this point. There were only a few minutes left of class, but Yunjin believed that she couldn't hold out any longer. She needed to release all of her libido again as soon as possible.

The girl was still holding her girlfriend's hand, but she had managed to move it to Chaewon's thigh. Who had cast furtive glances at her as if to tell Yunjin that she shouldn't dare touch her right now. But Yunjin, knowing the carnal weaknesses her girlfriend had for her, ignored her silent warning and, releasing Chaewon's hand, moved her own slowly towards the girl's crotch.

Luckily for Yunjin that day her girlfriend had decided to wear the tightest shorts she had, ones she would normally wear to gym, so she could practically feel the underwear under the fabric. Plus she didn't need to lift her skirt, or push aside some other annoying clothing. At how far Yunjin's hand had gone, Chaewon looked at her, opening her eyes wide and pursing her lips, but her intruding hand did not stop.

In the slowest and most subtle way she could, Yunjin began to trace small circles on Chaewon's crotch. She barely moved her fingers a little, but the way Chaewon's legs slowly spread to give her more room was the victory Yunjin was needing right now. Taking advantage of the moment, she moved her hand more blatantly, making her girlfriend need to put all her effort into keeping her mouth closed so as not to let out any noise. It would definitely be the end of both of them if they were found doing something like this in the middle of class.

Once again luckily for both girls the last period teacher dismissed class, which resulted in their classmates standing up and making a lot of noise. Yunjin quickly removed her hand from her girlfriend's crotch and put her things into her backpack. Chaewon took a little longer because now she herself was really missing her girlfriend's hand between her thighs. What a strange turn of events it was to go from feeling sad to having her panties practically soaked because of the same person. But at least now both girls had their underwear ruined, although for very different reasons.

The fact that Chaewon took longer than the others to collect her things caused the couple to be a little longer in the classroom, a situation that of course Yunjin took advantage of to grab one of her girlfriend's buttocks. Those small, round buns that drove her so crazy. Chaewon's response was to grab Yunjin's cock over her clothes and give it a quick stroke. Now they were both at hand.

“Honey, I don't think we'll be able to get to your car.” Chaewon whispered into Yunjin's ear, before stepping forward and walking around moving her hips as much as she could to flaunt her perfect ass.

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#𝐎𝐒𝐍𝐉𝐊𝟎𝟐𝟎𝟕𝟏𝟗⠀⨾⠀favorite student (ft. gojou satoru)

！ :⠀NSFW, fem! reader, student-teacher relationship, the reader is in her third year so putting this info here, degradation (use of slut, whore, princess), thigh riding, mentions of face sitting, oral (f), corruption kink, mentions of exhibitionism, mentions of throat fucking, slight gaslighting, coercion

"well, well. where's the straight a student now, f/n?"

the cockiness dripping from his tone had your blood boiling under your flushed skin but the way he grips on so tightly around your hips, driving you slowly against his clenched thighs, all you could do is moan out his name.

"what a dumb slut. can't even answer a very simple question."

it's been a few minutes of you spent crying and sobbing over your teacher that had you placed right on top of his thighs, panties shred into pieces with the poor cloth thrown carelessly on the floor of your dorm room. with only your skirt left to cover your body, the tall male tweaks at your nipples, ripping another loud moan from your lips while tears slowly drip down your cheeks.

still, he lets you ride his leg, whispering such crude words on your ears as you try to answer the short quiz he had given after class. it was supposed to be nothing more than you asking for his help, remembering that you have his contacts on your phone. but as the minutes passed by, the more you grew confused at the paper he'd given you, the more expressive he was in showing you the ropes on how to remember what he thought you.

you did go through every note you have and saw how some lessons weren't even there on his exams nor he taught those in class. and that's how odd it was for you, thinking how could you miss a simple lesson from his teaching.

he couldn't be making these all up on the spot, right?

"come on, f/n. aren't you supposed to be good in this?" he mocks at you as he moved a hand down your clit, pinching it before he rubs his long fingers across your wet lipa. you whimpered loudly, enough to be heard outside your room.

"tone it down, f/n. you wouldn't want any of your juniors to hear how their promising senior likes being a slut for her sensei~." he whispers before slapping four of his fingers on your cunt, erupting yet another loud moan from your lips.

"i-it's too much, sensei."

"too much? but you haven't even answered any if my questions correctly." and he continues to slap on your sensitive cunt, producing tears to form on your eyes, trailing down your cheeks. he loves it, loves how lenient you are to him and so he does this.

well, why were you even in that position in the first place?

you were sweet, kind, and very diligent in classes. you always listen to him, following through with his simple tasks, and would give your best whenever he trains you. the perfect little student, he deemed you to be.

you were so pretty as well, he can always bask in the smiles you give him. and when he hears your voice, he can't help but feel so entranced by it. he could listen to you all day, talk to you about his trips, and would even share the treats he bought.

it was addicting, to feel so attracted to such a young and promising female such as you are. gojou was captivated by everything you do.

and oddly enough, he finds himself in a very scandalous predicament considering his groundless actions as to why he treated you so different from the others. he knew the judging looks he'd receive, not that he gives a shit, but he cares for you. but he also can't stop indulging in the thoughts he had of you, pulling him in so deep his depravity for the warm feeling of your cunt on his cock.

he had imagined bending you over his desk as he rails you from behind, pulling on your hair just to hear a ragged scream from you, letting everyone know who you belong to―he also thought of fucking you out in the fields after practice, lying you down the grass, legs spread wide and open for some people to see―or he'd shove you in a vacant classroom and throat-fuck the hell out of you.

he wants to ruin you in ways only he can but he's still fond of the soft smile you always have on your face whenever you greet him. he considered how your reputation would be tainted all because of him so he waited, and waited, and waited until he had you right where he wants to.

gojou can wait for you to graduate and be his dumb, lil' breeding doll but for now, he can't stop indulging on the sweetest and pure thing that he has infront of him. this sick and twisted desire of his had pushed him to the brink of insanity, satisfied when he sees you crying at how much you were coming once more on his thighs. you had stained his pants with so much slick that when he lifts you up, he sees it shimmering under the light. some were left to connect the cloth back to your pussy and the satisfaction that brought him was beyond that he could imagine,

"what a poor, little thing. it looks like you really like cumming on sensei's thigh, right princess?" you nod while still trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm. "but won't you like to cum on sensei's face more? i can see you looking at me, f/n."

the mental image of his handsome face between your thighs, feeling his fat tongue lapping and lips sucking on your clit had you shivering against him, nodding once more as you yield on the lustful tremor that idea gave you. you looked at him with soft yet pleading eyes, tugging on the sleeves of his shirt.

"what a spoiled princess you are. but i can't help and give what you want, yeah? because you're such a good girl for sensei, aren't you?"

"yes, i'm sensei's good girl." you were too dazed to even think straight because at this point, the high that gojou gave you was enough to give yourself to him and he noticed how you slurred more on your words while letting your body do what it wants to feel as you grind your ass on his throbbing cock.

"you'd let me use you as my personal cumdump and make you mine?"

"yes, sensei."

"you'd let me own you as i fuck your pretty holes everyday of your life?"

"yes, sensei."

gojou smiles as he lifts you up from his lap, carrying you all the way to the bed before he lies down and pull you up to his chest, pushing your skirt up before he started kissing on your luscious thighs. you moaned out his name, legs trembling before you placed yourself on top of his face, his nose gingerly brushing on your sensitive clit but soon the pleasure rose in numbers as he thrusts his tongue on your hole. "f-fuck, sensei, that feel so good!" he humms, sending vibrations on your drenched pussy lips that rippled into rumblings on the bottom of your stomach and caused you to cum so easily on his face.

and that's when he finally has you on his web of lies, his favorite student all for him to keep, to use and to ruin.

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[powerfem]

Girl, about that plastic surgery debate (or lack thereof). I am also a Med student (year 3 out of 6), and I got in multiple discussions with my colleagues about the ethics of cosmetic procedures. One of the basic principles of the Hippocratic Oath is literally “First, do no harm”. And what is plastic surgery if not harm to the patient? Cutting open perfectly healthy and functioning tissue just so it can look more aesthetically pleasing? Risking forever impairing its functionality in the name of arbitrary beauty? I ultimately convinced some of my colleagues, but I know most of them will forever look at a “ugly” woman’s face and think that whatever harm comes to her is justified, because beauty is far more precious than her life. And far more precious than the very oath that guides our profession.

Ugh tell me about it. The other day I was at 2 septorhinoplasties on my otorhinolaringology practices. They were doing them because of medical reasons (severe septal deviation which prevented those 2 young girls (18-20) from breathing properly through the nose), otherwise they wouldn't be covered by the public health service, and the surgeon explained quite well and he was pretty good at it.

The anesthesiologist praised his ability saying that not that many surgeons are actually able to do them properly (so that the results hold up) and that you need a lot of experience 🚩🚩🚩. The surgeon said that everyone when they start takes too much off. You can already see why it isn't a good idea to do unnecessary surgery, as the chances of your surgeon fucking up are quite high.

Then the anesthesiologist explained that he also needed to be good because the nose bleeds quite easily so he needed to keep the blood preassure low, which was difficult because they used adrenaline in the nose to reduce bleeding, and that elevates blood pressure + the general anesthesia, but they can't let it drop too low. He also said the nose is a very vagotonic area and can react to surgical manipulation by provoking arrhytmias or even cardiac arrest 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩.

Later the surgeon was explaining the "aesthetic ideal proportions" for the female nose (he didn't change anything in the girls other thab correct the septum deviation, but their noses were already pretty "ideal" so who knows). I said joking something along the lines of "wow those sure are pretty exact haha I don't think mine is like that" (why did I say that? IDK). To which he replied "Oh well, there's always something that can be done" 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 Bro what. Idk if he also works private but who cares, why would you say that instead of "oh this is just theory, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with your nose" (for the record I don't have any issue with my nose but if I had one this could have had a bad impact on me).

Later he said something along the lines of "the cool part about this surgery is that there's a lot of methods (nose shape may change depending on which one you use) and there aren't specific protocols so you can decide what to do as you go, you can change the plan if you feel something will work best" 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 Do I need to say it? They can decide to change your nose if they feel it looks better a certain way. I talked to a friend of mine who had been in a similar surgery and he commented on how the surgeon changed something but how he thought it was better before. Like I said, it is regulated but much of it is left to the surgeon's opinion, so good luck demanding!

I repeat, these were medically necessary surgeries in which the main objective wasn't aesthetic. Just think on the bullshit they must pull in cosmetic surgery.

Sorry for the long post, I needed to rant

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Investigations (Part 3): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: when things are uncovered, can you handle the truth? Or are you doomed to make a mistake you can't rectify?

wc: 2.1k

tw: violence

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Ran's past was a lie.

When you met him at the country club five years ago, your pasts had been explained in hushed tones and excited flurries of memories; sharing photos of the time before he was an executive of the communications company he worked in and the time before you were a journalist.

Ran said he had gone to jail twice, both for crimes he had been an accessory to as a delinquent kid, but that he'd cleaned up his act after and made his way up the corporate ladder. Nothing about gangs or being a Heavenly King in Tenjiku made it past his lips.

You had been honest, too. Your tales included the time you'd accidentally happened upon a massive gang fight, and that's how your investigative journalism skills began to bloom.

Who was fighting?

What were they going to do after?

Where did these gangs come from?

When did this argument start?

Why were they fighting?

How did gangs form in the first place?

Those were all the questions you sought out answers for that night and the next five years after, devoting your time and effort to finding the truth about everything.

"Babe?" You freeze, hands hovering over the keys at the sound of Ran's voice. You don't turn around - you can't even look at him the same these days - but he fixes that by walking over to you and turning you around in your chair. "What are you doing up so late?"

"Just doing some writing." His violet eyes search yours for the truth, but you know he won't be able to find it. Not while you're still trying to unravel his past. Ran kisses your eyelids sweetly, cupping your face in his large palms and littering his love across your face as you try your best to remain still and not confess about your research.

"Come to bed. It's late."

"I've got a few more paragraphs," you explain, motioning to the small print on your screen. "I'll be in bed soon."

But your lie is discovered shortly thereafter. It's five a.m. when Ran returns, seeing you slumped against your desk, arms cushioning your head, laptop screen blank. Instinctively, Ran pulls you out of your seat - making your notebook fall to the ground - grunting softly as he scoops you up into his arms and cradles you against his chest.

You willingly allow your husband to carry you to bed, where your two-year-old is also nestled among the sheets and pillows, thumb tucked into his mouth. And for a moment, Ran appreciates the view, seeing the two people he loved the most - besides his younger brother - laying in the bed he paid for, in the house he built, in the city he owns.

But then he remembers the slight disarray you left your things in at the desk and returns, picking up your pencil and notebook before laying them beside the laptop. Then his eyes catch "Ran's past?" written in bold, red letters, along with the words: "Tenjiku" and "Tandai" also written in the web of other words surrounding his name. "South Terano" is also on that web.

He'd have to take care of that in the morning.

And for the first time in a long time, worry bubbles to the surface of his mind, and Ran rips the sheet of paper from your notebook, tossing it into the kitchen trashcan and considering his deed done. He concealed his past to protect his family. And he's concealing the present to achieve the same goal; all for the future to be revealed later. That's how everything should be.

Right? _____________________________________________________________

"Ran," you whisper, lips running across his knuckles. His fingers cup your jaw, and his own lips press against your forehead, violet eyes darkening slightly. "It's six am. Where are you going this early?"

"I have to go into the office for a little while," he murmurs, kissing your forehead again. "I'll be back around lunchtime." Thoughts of Tandai and Tenjiku flash into your mind for a moment, but you smile at him sleepily anyway, absolutely sure these things are part of his past and not in the present.

"We'll be waiting for you, my love."

Despite all of your best intentions, though, you can't help but be consumed by the idea of Ran out, fighting, stealing, maiming... You consider asking him about these things, these concerns, but you decide against it as you're helping Kai with his lunch. If he wanted to leave it in the past, there's a good reason for it. He would have told you if it would be a problem later. Right?

Ran wouldn't jeopardize your family, your home, your life for something so... juvenile.

Right?

The clatter of keys on the counter in the living room brings you back to the present, and you perk up, your two-year-old mimicking your expression.

"Daddy!" Kai slides down from his seat and runs to greet Ran, clutching his father's legs with all his little might.

"Hey, buddy," Ran laughs, stooping to pick up his son with excitement. "How are you doing?" As son and father have a very stimulating conversation about playtime, you watch them in wonder, observing the way Ran makes his child a priority, just like he makes you a priority. But your countenance falls as soon as you see the blood spot on the bottom of Ran's lavender suit jacket. You know its blood because of the way it dried - that's no ketchup stain.

You fake a smile anyway, giving Ran a kiss on the cheek and tugging his jacket off after he sits Kai back on the tile floor.

"Hard day?"

"Kind of," Ran mumbles, and you catch the sight of a long scratch down the side of his neck. "But I made it through." You hum, taking the pin-striped jacket to the laundry room and slinging it over the side of the washer. You'd need that later.

"Need to relax?" you wonder, and Ran grins at you mischievously.

"Maybe later, after bedtime?"

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But "later" never came.

Instead, Ran and Kai fell asleep on the sofa, watching a kid's movie, and you retreated to the office, powering up your laptop and pulling your notebook closer.

You immediately notice something's wrong, as the notes you had before were missing. Everything is gone. Not even a word of all the research you had done was there. Hadn't you written meticulous notes and names and things about Ran's past that could be interconnected? You break out in a sweat and search in every drawer of the desk, every place it could possibly be. You come up with nothing, and let out a frustrated sigh before slumping down in your seat and pulling up the computer history from yesterday. If you had to rewrite every single thing, that's fine. You'd just need more time to gather your evidence for the meeting on Saturday.

You're knee-deep in articles and police reports when you stumble across a more recent - actually as recent as this morning - article titled: "Ex-gangster found dead in meat factory". The picture of South Terano startles you, and you click on it, feeling a sense of dread as the article details how he was found hanging upside-down in the warehouse with a bullet hole in his head. And just like that, your newest lead has fizzled out. You groan, writing down "South Terano, deceased" on your notepad, then exiting the tab.

There had to be someone else you could ask. Shuji Hanma only provided you with Ran and Rindou's names, no one else.

"What's this?"

The door to the office shuts softly, and you look over your shoulder at Ran, who is walking toward you with measured steps, his eyes taking in your exhausted expression and the way you're hunched over that notepad. Again.

"What are you doing? You look tired, babe. Let's go to bed, yeah?"

Suddenly, pieces begin to click as Ran leans his hip against the desk, staring down at you in the chair with squinted violet eyes. "You threw away my notes... Didn't you?"

"What are you doing in my business, y/n?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you were in two gangs?" you counter, fingers shaking slightly. "Ran, this is something I needed to know before--"

"You wouldn't have married me if I told you." Ran's tone is cold, almost as if he's turned into the past version of himself without batting an eye.

"You don't know that." Ran leans forward, coming to eye level with you a smirking.

"I know you. And that's all I need." Ran reaches out a hand to close the laptop, still smiling and maintaining eye contact. "Now here's what you're going to do. First, you're going to stop digging into my past. There's nothing there that you need to find. Second, you're going to come to bed. It's late, you're tired. Finally," Ran cups your chin like he did this morning, except his fingers aren't so tender this time. "You're going to cut off contact with both Shuji Hanma and Taiju Shiba. I'm not really fond of either of them, and I'm not a fan of having them tell my business to my wife."

"They were only doing it because I asked."

"Taiju, maybe. Shuji isn't so eager to fuck you. I doubt he did it out of the kindness of his heart." You can't say anything to refute his claims. Ran is probably right. But you can't get one question out of your mind.

"Why are you trying to hide your past? What's there that I won't like?"

"What isn't there is the real question."

"What can you tell me about the gang that's just surfaced in Tokyo?" Ran's face slackens, transforming into a half-surprised, half-blank look that you realize is one that means he's been caught. "Oh, my fucking god," you breathe, tears stinging your eyes. "South, the fish, the murders, the crime... It's you. It's been you this whole time. I've been chasing my own husband down." Panic begins to set in, and your mind whirls around as you shake in your seat, bringing your hands up to your head. "Just tell me Rindou isn't in this," you breathe, but Ran doesn't answer you, still wearing that dumb look on his face. You let out a cry of shock, covering your mouth and trying to back away from Ran as much as you can.

The source is a lot closer than you think.

You slide down the wall, shocked into stillness as your sobs quiet, and Ran straightens up, placing his hands in his sweatpant pockets. The long nights, the early mornings, the bloodstains, the damn suits... It all led to this. Ran had never really left his old lifestyle behind. He'd gotten caught up in it, and brought you and Kai into it unknowingly.

"I never meant for it to get this... unhinged." You can't reply, tucking your knees into your chest as you stare past Ran and at the opposite wall, wondering how you'd missed the signs, the obvious signs that Ran was up to no good. "I know this is a lot to take in, but we can--"

"I can't stay here."

The words fall from your mouth and Ran flinches, shaking his head.

"No. You can't leave."

"Yes, I can," you mumble, standing and wiping your tears. "I can do whatever I need to do to keep Kai safe, and--"

"Kai is safer here than out there," Ran snaps, pointing at the window. "I'm not letting my son out of my sight. Your snooping has caused enough trouble as it is; I wouldn't have had to go and clean up this morning if you hadn't--"

"Don't blame this on me," you retort, pointing at Ran accusatorially. "You're the one who joined a gang and is still in one! What kind of role model are you for our son now?"

"I provide the best way I can," Ran grits out, clenching his fists. "You've never gone hungry, cold, or ill-clothed a day in your life while you were with me."

"I would rather die than enjoy a life paid for with blood money."

"Blood money? You really think--" You try to push past Ran, but he grabs your shoulders, yanking you back in front of him. "You're not going anywhere except to our bed."

"Let me go, Ran Haitani," you mutter, hands balling up into little fists. "Or I'll scream."

"Who will hear you? Kai?"

How had you been so foolish? Ran's lips press together momentarily as his violet eyes run over your figure, taking stock of all your five-foot-six stature. You're no match for Ran. Not mentally, and certainly not physically. Ran notices your defeat and his hands slide down to your wrists, tugging your delicate hands up to his chest.

"Everything will be fine," he whispers, drawing you close. "I'm taking care of us. Just trust me."

Just trust me.

[queentala]

hey! could you write the manon x f!reader where they briefly cook together for a movie marathon? after a lot of effort, they sit on the couch and can't decide what to see so they end up hooking up on some program while the reader flirts shamelessly and admires her iron nails/teeth while manon pretends not to like it. in the end, she admits and gets very fluff

Yeah sure! Everything with our Queen Manon is welcome.

Comes out I’m not really good at flirting but I was trying my best.

Also sorry it took me that long but I’m the type of writer that always check and change everything million times before publishing so yeah. Anyways, hope you’ll enjoy it <3

If you want more character x reader stories, please text me and request some more

Warnings: mention of sex and blood, dirty talk and I think that’s it

Lovely evening and sexy talk

Manon Blackbeak x reader

"You're burning it, idiot!" you shouted running up to Manon who were supposed to make sure pizza in the oven does not burn. Of course she almost failed. Apparently witches aren't really good cooks. Who would have thought...

You scoofed and helping yourself with a kitchen towel took your food out. Unfortunately towel wasn't enough and you quickly dropped tray on the kitchen counter feeling unpleasant pinching in your hands.

"And you're burning yourself, stupid!" Manon took you by the arm and led you to the sink. "Could you try to don't harm yourself in my presence?" She turned on the water and put your hands under it. A pleasant cold chilled your palms. "I'm not in the mood to listen to your cries" she murmured and moved slightly burnt pizza on big plate. She took two smaller ones and carried everything to the living room.

"What about listening to my moans?" you smiled wickedly and wiped your hands to your black shorts that covered only half of your butt. Even though she was turned backwards you could see as she rolled her eyes.

"You better finish those muffins because I'm getting more hungry with every minute" she growled as she came back to take drinks and the rest of food you prepared.

"Well, I can be your snack if you're hungry, you know" you threw some popcorn into your mouth.

Since the very beginning, your friendship with Manon included a lot of shameless flirting. At first you were strangers who got the same sense of humor so whenever you were at the same place, you just get along. After you became more comfortable, both of you started acting as if you were about to take each other right then and there, flirting, teasing and mocking. Through the years, your relationship grew stronger. You started hanging out. You trained together and protected each other like sisters. Few times even you bedded some males that have met poor end. So even you weren’t anything more than best friends, dirty talking and nudity were everyday life. Although you couldn’t deny that sometimes this white-haired witch made you forget your own name.

She hasn't answered so you came back to doing those god damn muffins. Well, to be honest you weren't great cook either. I mean, you still was better than one certain witch but looking at chocolate mass that were supposed to turn into your muffins you weren't sure if you're gonna survive until tomorrow morning.

You took spoon and started moving mass to the forms. After few seconds you felt a hand on your waits and a body behind you. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as you felt her warm breath on your neck. Manon reached over your shoulder to take second spoon and help you.

"You sure this is edible?"

"Well, your tortillas don't look any better and at least I didn't get the whole kitchen dirty, so..." You looked at white haired witch and saw a half-smile playing on her face. "Oh no" you joked. "What did you add there?"

"Rape pills, poison and blood with vodka" she said and licked her spoon dry.

You might look at her tongue for a little bit too long. Just a little bit yet you were sure it was long enough for her to notice.

"Well, at least it will be fun night" you laughed and smirked hoping you won't look too suspicious. "And it's still better than mushrooms"

Finally, you put muffins into oven and closed it with your hip. Sprinting to the living room, you threw yourself on the couch landing on soft pillows. Skinny yet muscled body landed next to you gracefully. Manon's soft alabaster legs touching yours. Just like you she was only wearing revealing shorts and top that shoved her perfect body. Gods, this woman was incredible.

Lying in comfortable position you took TV remote and...

"So..." you started, looking at Manon with question written on your face "What are we watching...?"

"Eh... I dunno. Something that includes a lot of blood or action, I think?" You reached out for pizza but stopped midway.

"We forgot to cut it" with a sigh you looked at the kitchen. "But it's so far..." You reached out your hand in dramatic way. "Yup. I'm not going"

To your surprise, Manon only drew out her iron nails and cut three lines across your food, parting it for eight pieces.

"Yeah, it's also good way, I suppose" You did not miss that there was some cheese left on witch's nails. Before she could wipe it you leaned over and licked it off while looking into her eyes. There was an expression of surprise on her face but also... Desire? Her usually cold eyes lighten up like a golden fire. "I wish I could have those..." You straighten up and took a piece of pizza. "I can see that they're much more functional than I thought. What else you can do with them?"

"Kill and torture annoying people like you" Manon casually took TV remote from you and started scrolling through Netflix but you could still see sparkles in her eyes. "So what are we watching?"

"Hunger games?"

"Not enough blood."

"Barbarians or Vikings?"

"I've heard it's boring"

"Game of thrones?"

"Too long."

"Gods, why do you care so much? You're gonna change your mind anyways!" You rolled your eyes and teared away remote from her. “We’re watching Game of thrones and that’s it” For some time you felt her staring at you. Without looking at her you said “Yeah sure, feel free to admire me”

Manon rolled her eyes (for the hundredth time this evening) and reached out to grab one of her tortillas. She took one bite and pulled a face. She drew out her iron teeth and took another one.

“That bad?” you laughed but she hasn’t answered. Mischievous smile playing on your face. “You know, I wouldn’t mind those teeth and nails on my body” playing with your hair you continued “Some people have knife kink. Do witches have nails kink? Iron kink? I don’t know, Manon. Please, enlighten me.”

She stared at the screen with her legs laid out on a coffee table. Her face was relaxed but her thighs... Her thighs were squeezed hard and you could smell a little shift in her scent. Having realized what you are doing to her, you kept going.

“I really really wonder how does it feels like. Having cold, sharp nails being dragged along your heated body. Iron teeth on your neck...”

“Are you flirting or asking me to kill you?” She gave you a sharp look

“What’s wrong, witchling? What are you thinking about?” you moved to her closer, your nose literally touching hers.

“I’m thinking about how you make me question my sexuality but also my will to live and how much it piss me off” she said as her lips touched yours. You weren’t kissing. You just sat there, eyes closed, bodies touching, waiting for one of you to make a move.

“You do annoy me sometimes” she wrapped her hand around your waist. Shivers ran down your spine as you felt her nails gently touching your back. “But that’s why I started talking to you” she moved you so now you were straddling her. Your hands came up to cup her face, your thumb running up and down her cheek. “You do make me question my sexuality” her lips were moving along yours. “And because of you... I think my heart of ice is melting”

Not being able to hold on any longer, you kissed her. Slowly but passionately. Manon laid you on soft pillows. Without breaking the kiss for even a second she got on top of you and started dragging her nails along your bare stomach, reaching your hips and scratching your thighs enough to leave red marks.

“Is it what you wanted?” she asked as she moved her lips to your throat. “I care about you, Y/N. I don’t know what love is and I don’t know if I can give it to you but I know... I know that I care about you more than I care about anyone else.”

“I know what is love, Manon. And I can tell you that I love you.” That was true. You loved her. Her devilish smile, her sarcasm, her courage and brave heart. Heart she decided open up to you. “I don’t want you to say it back if you are not sure.” you whispered into her ear “Just care about me in your very own way and I will care about you in my way” She smiled

“Y/N...” she said against your lips. Your name falling from her mouth made you weak.

“Hm?”

“Your muffins are burning.”

“FUCK!”

[backseatofdeansimpala-05]

A P.S.A. from your residential scare actor

In light of it offically being spooky season and most haunted houses being open, I wanted to share a few things I don't think people realize going into a haunted house or don't stop to consider.

We are people too

This is an actual job, it's hard work and we are constantly in pain and hurting ourselves. Imagine being on your feet for ten hours straight in layers of a less than comfortable costume, always being too hot or cold, voice being used so much you can't even talk, much less scream. This is our lives. And we have to do it interacting with people who have intent to harm us.

If you know you have a flight or fight response of fight, and dont trust that you won't swing at us, please reconsider going through. Things happen, people get scared and throw their hands out. That's not what I mean. I mean that person who will not immediately realize what they're doing and apoligize or back off and will consciously follow through with that reactive swing.

Along those lines, do not joke about punching us. Do not intentionally punch us. One of my girls got headbutted last week. Badly. Her entire face, especially around the eye was swollen and red. A woman came in, repeatedly saying she would punch all of us if we touched her. We are not allowed to touch people coming through, but it's tight space, so sometimes we bump into people, we get bumped into, we apoligize, its all good. I had to threaten to not let her in before she backed off. Another one of my girls was told that she would be beat to a pulp because she wouldn't allow a guest to use a ticket meant for something else entirely. Again. WE ARE PEOPLE you do not have the right to treat us horribly and assult us.

Don't be a pervert. This seems like common sense, and has some grey areas, but seriously. Do not ask us to date you, or for our numbers or socials, do not call us hot, or sexy, or make comments on what you want to do to us, or have us do to you. It is disgusting. A fair amout of the people I work with are minors. You touch them (because yes, we often get groped while covered in blood and screaming) that is not only sexual assault, it is sexual assult on a minor. In this same area, don't comment on our bodies. Its creepy. Pointing out makeup, costume, hair, things like that is one thing, but leave what we aren't controling out of it. Girls tend to like to say things like "you're really pretty" while going through the area. I feel that if you're not being creepy about it, some things like that are okay.

We have our rules in place for a reason. Overall they are very, very simple. No running, shoving, any of that, no smoking, food, or drink, no cell phone usage. Most people actually follow most of those rules. People get scared, they run. Whatever. We mainly tell you not to because of the fog and strobe lights. When your not used to it or the house lay out, you can and will get hurt running into something. But the phones. The phones. If I could have a dollar for every phone I see out in a night, I would make double. We don't tell you to keep them away because we wanna deprive you of having the coolest snap story of the week, it's literally a legal protection and safety hazard issue. Since most haunted houses are owned by a bigger company, it's kind of like a copywrite on the house, so you can and will get kicked out for doing it. Safety wise, it puts the actors at risk because a sudden bright normal light in extreme dark, strobe, or black light is incredibly disorientating. It also puts us out of our mindset to do our job. It is a hazard for the guest because, guess what, when filming or taking pictures, you aren't nearly as aware of your surroundings. Meaning you could get hurt. It's also puting your device at risk because lets say you have your phone out, jump, and drop it. It could crack, fall somewhere we can't find it, get stepped on. And if that were to happen, since we tell you not to have it out, you're on your own.

Don't say things like "you're not scary" or "there's a person there" while you may be able to see us, and we may not have scared you it ruins the experience for everyone else. Unless you have a small child who is horrified, you have no reason to be pointing us out, saying where hidden doors are. We are giving you a show, give us one. Even if we don't scare you, if you're having fun, you can try to look it. A smile or chuckle goes a long way with us. We don't enjoy it when you walk through all badass stone faced. No. It's boring. No one thinks your cool.

Please do not bring children. I've had kids come through that were enjoying it, having fun with being scared and it made my night to be a part of that. But the amount of kids I have seen just stop walking and breakdown, sobbing, screaming, wanting out, is heartbreaking. When this happens, we break character, assure the child they are okay, and we ask the parent if they want out. Nine out of ten times we get a snarky, insulted "no, we're not leaving" in reply. Bring kids if you know without a doubt they will enjoy it. Yes, they will get scared, but scared is not tramatizing. And if it becomes too much, just leave. Let them have that comfort of leaving.

And finally, use common sense. No one has it anymore, but if you mess with one of us, you have the entire house on you now. And no, that's not a threat, it isn't meant to be. It's protection. For us, because the people that go through our house are the same ones hurting us, physically and or mentally. Just be a decent person. Have fun, let loose, make memories. As someone who has gone through haunted houses and worked them, when you act like a decent person, it's truly an amazing experience to go through a haunted house with friends.

I know this is a lot, and many people will not read it, so if you did, thank you. Truly. This job means the world to me, and the people I work with, and it kills me to see my friends and I be treated so poorly for doing what we love, and offering something to others. This is a problem in all fields where you work with people, but I don't see the danger of being a scare actor talked about nearly enough, so I wanted to highlight some of the things that have stood out to me most this season.

[peachyysugaa]

blood castle i. || enha 02z

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♜ main pairing: vampire! 02z x gn! reader

♜ genre: hogwarts au, mystery, fluff/angst

♜ wc: 2k

♜ warnings: mentions of blood (pg13), purposefully lowercase

♜ other pairings: lisa x namjoon, slight rose x jungkook

♜ a/n: disclaimer that i don't actually ship these pairings, i just find it fitting for the story :] also kinda boring chapter but we're setting things up <3 also hearts at the end of each chapter to keep track of how oc gets along with 02z hehe lmk what you think!

♜ index: teaser | next | masterlist

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i. make the most of it

"what will i do when you're both gone? jennie just left and you two are next!" you pout in your train seat as your best friends exchange teasing smiles. as you get closer and closer to hogwarts, you can't help but keep thinking about rose and lisa inevitably graduating this year.

"i don't know y/n, maybe find some friends your age?" lisa teases. you groan outwardly, tilting your head back.

rose, the ever-exemplary hufflepuff, extends her hands out to yours on the table and grabs hold of them. you stop your obnoxious groaning to stare back at her kind smile. "lili has a point, y/nie. it wouldn't hurt to branch out this year so that lisa and i don't have to worry about you."

your eyes widened. "worry?! what's that supposed to mean?"

rose lets go of your hands to cover her mouth as she laughs while lisa is losing it. the gryffindor 7th year is wiping joyful tears out of her eyes, which isn't helping your case.

you sit, pouting once again and waiting for them to explain.

"two words, y/n," lisa begins while holding two fingers up in a peace sign that you know is anything but peaceful. "you're. clumsy."

"am not!" you defied. your best friends exchange looks once again before raising an eyebrow at you. "tell me one time when i was clumsy!"

"remember that time you tried to shut a mandrake up by putting your hand on its mouth and then it bit you?" rose asks.

"oh! that was so funny!" lisa says, trying to hold back her laughter. "my favorite is when she made a lizard instead of a mini dragon in transfiguration but then it burned her eyebrows off!"

as they share your most embarrassing moments, your ears begin heating up and all you want to do is transfigure yourself into the train seat.

"i stand corrected..." you mumble out unwillingly.

"we love you, y/nie. we only want someone to look out for you when we graduate," rose says as lisa nods.

"fine, fine. i get it, moms."

"you love us."

"yea, yea, i love my two moms who come after my clumsiness all the time."

"as you should, now let's get changing. the train is almost at school."

the older hufflepuff was right. you could see the tall towers of the second home you've come to love in the distance as you glance out the window. this year may be bittersweet since the last of your friend group would be leaving you behind, but you were determined to make the most of it with them and perhaps make some new friends this year.

"i'll stay to keep our spot, you two go ahead," lisa tells you and rose.

"going to text your joonie?" rose teases. the gryffindor's ears have a red tinge at the sound of her nickname for her boyfriend.

"just go before the changing rooms fill up," she mumbles. but as you close the door to your shared booth, you can see that she has already pulled out her phone with a cheeky smile as she waves hi on facetime with namjoon who is slightly older than her and currently working as a magizoologist for the ministry.

you smile to yourself, remembering their relationship when you were just a first year. "come on, yn!" rose calls out.

you break out of your daze and see her several feet away from you. "sorry, eonnie!"

you take your hand off the handle, which you didn't register it was still on, and start to move towards her, carrying your blouse, tie and skirt. before you could reach her, you bump into a hard chest.

you hear a deep oof noise from the figure as you rub your forehead.

"i am so sorry!" you hurriedly whisper.

"you're alright, y/n." you recognize the voice and look up to see sim jaeyun from your house and year. "did you hit your head too hard?" he kindly worries.

"i—"

"yn!!" rose shouts.

"sorry, jaeyun," you apologetically smile as you brush past him. "coming, eonnie!!"

you could've sworn he said something like it was nice to see you, but you were far too focused on not letting rose wait any long. she's definitely amicable like most hufflepuffs, but like most hufflepuffs, you probably don't want to see them angry. you should know since lisa says you're already bad hangry.

it's a quick in and out of the changing room and back to your booth where lalisa waits, staring out the window and watching the castle come closer. it's like a wrestler tag team as you and rose high-five her on your way in and her way out. immediately, the two of you settle down and as you get comfortable in your seat, you notice that she's smirking with you, her eyebrow raised.

"why are you looking at me like that, eonnie?" you ask hesitantly. your fingers look more interesting picking fights with each other.

"oh, nothing," she replies, not giving up her smirk. "just wondering when you and jake were close."

"he's literally the same year and house as me. i can't go a year without a class with him."

she hums like she doesn't believe you. "really?"

"really, really."

"really, really, really?" you groan at her response as she starts to giggle.

"do you wanna talk about your crush on jeon jungkook then, eonnie?" she shuts up then and there, and it's your turn to smirk. "thought so."

"that's hogwarts' idol right there, yn. everyone likes him one way or another, so hush!"

"hush about what?" lisa asks as she slides the door open.

"nothi—"

"jeon jungkook." rose glares at you.

"ohh, rosie's crush of 6 years?" your other friend confirms as she closes the door.

"the one and only."

"you know, he and i are co-captains this year for quidditch. you should just come to our practices."

"will he even notice me? i mean..." your focus on their conversation starts to waver as you glance through the door window. outside your door is the familiar trolley witch with all her pastries and drinks, and you can't help but have a craving for your favorite chocolate frogs. you also can't help but notice the other figure with the trolley witch: the very same sim jaeyun you bumped into earlier.

"eonnies, i'm going to buy some chocolate frogs. do you want any?" you ask, keeping an eye on the figures outside your window.

"cauldron cake for me please!"

"let's have every flavor beans for old time's sakes!"

"alright," you say as you slide the door open and close. they go back to their conversation about a plot to get the hogwarts idol that you're sure is bound to go wrong.

"7 blood lollipops please." you hear jake order. you recall him having a large group of friends across different houses and different years, but for all of them to like blood lollipops is quite unheard of.

"you're not going to have all of those, are you?" you ask him, approaching the trolley.

"y/n," he greets with a smile and a shake of his head as he hands his coins to the witch. "no, my friends and i all really like them. i think i would have a headache if i were to eat all 7."

"2 chocolate frogs, bertie's beans, and a cauldron cake please," you order before turning back to him. "does it really taste like blood, or is it just to trick people into thinking you're vampires?"

jake's face pales though it's hard to see because he's already on the pale side and you're counting out your coins to give to the trolley witch. "personally, i think it tastes like cherry."

you hum as you gather your goodies together, and jake is thankful that you're not paying too much attention to how he reacted. "i'll take your word for it."

the trolley witch moves along, doing what she's done for many years and more to come. you're finally focusing on him more now that you have all your snacks and accomplished being a good citizen by paying the fees. your eyes search his face, go past his sharp jawline, and make their way to the shiny prefect badge on his black and gold robes. the prefect engraving is hard to see against the blinding gold of the hufflepuff badge, but it's hard to miss.

"oh, are you a prefect?" you ask curiously.

"yup, so don't stay out too late. i might have to write you up," he teases.

you playfully roll your eyes at him. "please, when am i not a model student?"

"i would say right now because we're about five minutes away from the castle, and you still don't have your robes on, miss l/n," he jokingly tsks at you.

"ahh, but you see, that's not my fault there, mr. prefect," you banter back.

"oh? then maybe i won't have to give you the first detention?"

"well, mr. sim, i was only taking care of my precious eonnies and buying them snacks. i paid my fees and also engaged in conversation with my fellow classmate, so i've been a little preoccupied," you acted out, playing the role of an innocent student.

"hmm.. engaging in conversation with your classmates on the first day does seem to follow the rules," he lightheartedly agrees. jake is about to add more, but his friends call out to him.

"hey, jake, what's taking so long?!"

"you'd better go take care of your friends, mr. sim," you tease. "be a good hyung, won't you?"

his beaming smile causes your heart to skip a few beats. "alright, miss l/n, but make sure not to let me catch you out of uniform." he waves before hurrying to his own booth.

when you open the door to yours, a chorus of oooh's from your eonnies is what you receive. you roll your eyes at them before shutting the door and grabbing your robe. you can see theirs were already on, the equally shining, gold head girl badge pinned on rose's robe.

"i think she'll be just fine on our own when we're gone, rosie," lisa teases as you slip your arms through your sleeves and tuck your wand in your pocket.

"just don't keep one of my prefects distracted, y/nie," rosie adds.

"so long as you aren't distracted by your head boy, rosie," you tease back.

"no way, jeon jungkook is head boy," she gasps at you.

"i don't know, but i just caught you simping in 4k!" you stick your tongue out at her as she whines and lalisa throws her head back in laughter.

"there really is only one choice though, so it probably is him," lisa affirms.

"i swear, if you two are wrong..." rose pouts.

"but if we're not, you'll get to spend more time with him and get to know him instead of just admiring him from afar like everyone else!" you console.

"well, we'll find out soon enough. we're here," lisa announces as she grabs her trunk from the top rack, helping you get yours and rose hers.

"thanks, eonnie! so glad your long legs are so useful!" you thank.

"yah! they'll be useful for kicking you too, ungrateful brat," she jokingly chastises.

"oh no, lisa eonnie is going to kill me!" you shout dramatically. "rose eonnie, save me!"

"it's going to be a long year," she sighs with a smile keeping close behind as you run off the train and lisa chases after you.

jake's expression mirrors rose's as he watches the trio run off to the nearest carriage. a crack forms in his blood lollipop as he sucks on it harder, the sweet taste of blood running across his tongue. "hyung, come on. let's get in the carriage," jungwon calls to him, his own sucker making his words slightly muddled.

"coming," he mumbles, securing his trunk and stepping into the carriage where his 6 friends wait for him.

their fangs are dripping with the blood of the lollipops.

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