#If I don't get in that's fine I'm just going to finish my bachelor's and go do a master's in design somewhere

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] Bachelors X Taking Farmer's Virginity

Summary: SDV Bachelors (+ RSV! Jio) taking the farmer’s V-Card.

Warning(s): Filth, Male Reader in Alex's part! [Givin' some love to the three dudes that may potentially follow me lol, Virgin! Reader, Virgin! Sebastian + Harvey [I couldn't imagine those two having sex prior to the reader ngl], Harvey being a whiner, Rough Sex, Praise Kink, PetPlay, Masturbation, Anal Sex (With Alex + Male Reader but that's kinda expected ngl), So much more that I may be missing ngl.

Side Note(s): Y’all’s requests were similar, so I decided to bunch ‘em together! Goodness, this fic is long— (Apologies for Jio's part being on a bit of a cliff-hanger. I couldn't have this fic be any longer than it already was 😔)

Elliot

It's obvious, but Elliot would be super gentle during your first time. Especially if he knows that you're a generally shy and anxious person.

Leading up to your first night together, I feel like he'd pull out all the stops to ensure that you're comfortable with him and assured that he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. He'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear while the two of you are alone, treat you to a meal or two, play piano for you if you wished, and even just cuddle and have you be comfortable with him touching you!

And the second you expressed any discomfort? He's off you within seconds.

But assuming that the farmer wants Elliot as much as he wants you—

I'm going to be playful here and say that you're first time would probably occur in his cabin. The two of you had been hanging out all day, to where you both hadn't even noticed that the sun had already set and it was nighttime!

The mood was romantic and brimmed with a certain tension that made each breath of yours come out slower. Although it'd hitch each step Elliot would take towards you, you didn't make a single move to shy away from him as his fingers interlocked with your own before...you found yourself kissing him.

And well—the rest is history lol.

♡ - "Are you comfortable, my love?" A silly question, you thought. How could you not be comfortable when he had spent the entire day pampering you to the max?

For the entire day, Elliot has been spoiling you to the max.

At the start of the day, before you get up to start your day. He had suddenly pulled you back to his chest and begged for you to relax with him in bed for a little while longer. He got up in your stead, cooked you breakfast, and even went so far as to feed the animals for you! When late noon rolled around, you then attempted to go to the mines, only for Elliot to intervene and tell you that he suddenly wanted to treat you to dinner at the saloon.

You had a mind to question it, trying to think of every possible reason as to why he was suddenly spoiling you outside of him being his usual romantic self. It was only when the both of you had finished your meals did he finally take your hands into his own and sigh.

"Do you...feel comfortable with me?"

The question, admittedly, made your heart sink to your stomach out of fear. All of a sudden, you were going through your memories in search of anything you may have said that may have made Elliot have doubts in whether or not you trusted him! And when you came up empty, you slowly nodded your head. "What's this about?" You asked. "Did I say something? I don't remember—" Elliot interrupted you with a chuckle and a soft smile, that single combination easing your worries quickly. "You didn't say anything, don't worry. It's just...is there a reason you're uncomfortable with me touching you?"

Elliot quickly clarified when he saw how your facial expressions began to fall ever so slightly. "I don't mean it in a bad way, my love. I just want to know your boundaries some more. So I don't accidentally make you uncomfortable in the future." As you looked off to the side, Elliot remained silent and patient for you to find your words. To be frank, he was fine with refraining from touching you for the rest of his life if that's what you needed from him! The love you both had for one another went so much further than just something physical, in his mind? It was the type of love that could only be felt once in your entire lifetime, a love that he wished to experience again and again with only you, no matter the life he lived.

Thus...when you finally gained the courage to look back at him, his breath got caught up in his throat suddenly.

He really hoped that you wouldn't suddenly have any doubts in him because of his question— "I'm a virgin." You blurted out, rather bluntly in fact. Upon doing so, you searched his eyes for any traces of disgust or doubt in your relationship. "Does that...bother y—"

Elliot let out a relieved sigh, putting a hand to his chest. "Ah! I'm so glad it wasn't anything else!" He said, nearly making your eyes widen to the size of the moon itself at how nonchalant he was being about your confession. It was only after a few minutes of silence and Elliot calming himself down did he finally looked back at you with a gentle expression, bringing your hands up to his lips. "My love...how could you ever think such a thing would bother me?" He asked, the question, making you look off to the side.

"I...I didn't want you to think I was boring for not having experience."

He chuckled. "Quite the contrary," He responded. "I'll have to work hard to make your first time a memorable one, I don't intend to make a single misstep."

Which...led to the now, as Elliot gently laid you down on his bed inside his cabin. His eyes never left yours for a single second, even when he began to slowly undress you, starting from your top and moving to your bottom, per your permission. The intense eye contact made you squirm, quiet moans leaving your lips every so often when the writer's hand would graze against bare skin or when he'd press his soft lips against a random part of you. "So wet..." Elliot whispered when he finally slipped off your pants, his eyes soon landing on the center of your underwear, where a large wet patch had already grown.

He had a mind to tease you for your body being so obvious with its want of him, even despite the fact that it didn't have a single clue as to the pleasure that awaited it. "S-Sorry," You murmured, though you admittedly didn't have a clue as to what you were apologizing for exactly. Elliot responded by placing an adoring peck on the inside of your thigh, letting his lips linger for a few seconds while he continued to gently tease and play with the dark center of your underwear. He could feel you twitch whenever his thumb grazed your hard clit, the nub just barely poking against the fabric while the dark patch in the center continued to grow in tune with your rising scent of sex in the air.

He could hardly hold himself back as he felt his cock strain against the zipper of his pants, the delicious agony of waiting only increasing his anticipation of what your cunt would feel like wrapped around his cock. But for now? It wasn't about him, he wanted all the focus to be on you. "Elliot..." You quietly moaned, your hips gently bucking into his hand in search of more of his touch. "...Please—"

His eyes flicked up to your own. "Please?" He parroted teasingly. "So eager...I've barely touched you, my dear. Can't you be patient for a little longer?" He hummed before immediately contradicting his words via sliding your underwear to the side to finally gaze upon your bare cunt. Elliot let out a throaty groan at the sight, strings of your slick still attaching you to your panties while your pussy twitched even more in response to his gaze.

His mouth watered at the thought of what you'd taste like.

However...that could be explored another time. "...Yoba." He murmured to himself.

You squeaked when you felt his thumb part your lower lips, exposing more of your pussy to his lustful gaze. "Don't—Don't stare so much!" You gently scolded the man. "It's embarrassing...just do something. Stop...stop teasing me." Elliot smirked at how truthful you were being with your words, pressing a single kiss to your throbbing clit before he began to rub a finger up and down your sex.

"W-What—"

"You asked me to do something, my love...I am, aren't I?" Elliot said. He placed another kiss against your nub, the lingering taste of you on his lips only making him throb in his pants even harder as he craved even more of you. Every time he kissed you and pulled away...it became harder to do so, until he finally wrapped his lips around your clit entirely, the sound of your moans increasing in volume all of a sudden sounding like a heavenly choir in his ears. "E-Elliot—!" You cried out. "Fuck...!" Your mind was spinning as you felt his tongue swirl around your clit, the feeling of his index finger continuing to tease the entrance into your hole only making you beg and plead with any deity listening to you that he would just stick it in!

Like a wanton beast, your hole craved for something to fill it as it began to clench around nothing in response to something beginning to...tighten, strangely enough, in the pit of your gut. "E-Elliot...!" You whined. "Your finger—" Elliot's lips left your clit with a lewd 'pop'. "What about my finger, dear?" He asked you teasingly. "You're so loud...is my mouth not enough?" He continued. The man had a mind to laugh in your face at how quickly you shook your head, his free hand starting to travel to his pants to give himself some much-needed relief, when you looked at him with the most adorable teary-eyed gaze.

"N-Not enough..." You whined as you shook your head. "Y-Your finger...please—Ah!" He could feel bad about not letting you finish your sentence later, after quickly spitting onto your hole, Elliot had gently sunk his finger into your virgin sex. The burn you slight made you wince a little, but...it was hard to focus too much on it when the pleasure from Elliot resuming his attention to your clit was soooooo much easier to lose your mind over, but...the feeling of Elliot's finger was strange— "Elliot...?" You panted as you looked at him once again.

His brow slowly rose, the sight of a faint blush coating his cheek as he gently rutted himself against his bedsheets, making your hole clench around his finger. "Yes?" He answered dazedly. "It...It doesn't—"

"It doesn't feel good?" He chuckled expectantly. "Be patient." He hummed as he continued to slowly fuck his finger in and out of you, curling his knuckle every now and again as he searched for that spongey spot of pleasure inside of you. And when you suddenly threw your head back to let out a wail of pleasure...he smirked. "It feels good there?" Elliot asked knowingly against your pussy, speeding up his ministrations ever so slightly as you started to grip the sheets underneath you. You felt as if your skin were on fire, every nerve ending inside of you highly focused on the way Elliot finger-fucked your cunt, the lewd squelching and sloppy noises that emitted from your pussy making Elliot groan against your clit and make that strange knot inside of you tighten even further.

"Fuckkkk—!" You screamed to the top of his cabin ceiling, tiny jets of your juices beginning to spurt out of your cunt as Elliot continued to fuck your hole. And when he added another finger into the mix...your noises only heightened in pitch. "You sound so pretty, Y/N..." He laughed breathlessly, a weak moan following right behind his words as he felt himself beginning to close in on his own orgasm. Yet, he willed himself to slow down his thrusts against the bed. All of his cum...he wanted to reserve it for your hole and your hole only. "If you sound like this with just my fingers—" Elliot once again took his lips from your clit, dragging the flat of his tongue up in a long stripe up your cunt before spitting on your clit. "—I wonder what other noises you'll make once I fuck you with my cock."

Your chest heaved up and down even faster at his words, the image of Elliot leaned over you as he pistoned in and out of your pussy with his cock...all with that same adoring blushing face he had now as he'd whisper even more sweet nothings to you, compliment you and so much more...the last thing you saw was your vision suddenly flashing white as the back of your head fell onto the pillow behind you. "Yoba..." You could just barely hear Elliot say as a drawn-out moan left his lips at the sight of your pussy creaming his fingers, a translucent white ring beginning to appear around the ginger's fingers as he fucked you through your first orgasm until he steadily slowed his fingers to a stop.

It took you a few minutes to come back to your senses, your eyes blurry with tears of dizzying pleasure while you were certain you could hear a faint buzzing in the depths of your ears. It wasn't until Elliot gently tapped the side of your thigh that you came back to your senses enough to be able to focus on Elliot now leaning over you, his pupils blown wide in an obvious show of desire.

"Surely you're not tired yet, my love..." He whispered as you felt something long and hard rubbing your stomach. "I haven't even come close to having my fill of you yet..."

Sebastian

Probably more nervous than you tbh.

When the mood is "right". I'm going to go ahead and assume that he probably wouldn't even notice the mood and would just think "Damn, I really want to touch them" while you're just sitting on his bed thinking it was a normal hangout.

And although he'd definitely stop if you expressed being uncomfortable with having sex with him.

Assuming you aren't—

There def wouldn't be a ceremony or certain lead up to it, just a feeling of him wanting to be closer to you that grows stronger and stronger until he finds himself on top of you and kissing your lips, your neck, and undressing you.

Also, for the lols, I'm also headcanoning that he's a one-minute man just because it's his first time.

♡ - He felt like his heart was about to jump straight out of his chest as he looked up at you, his hands already slipped underneath your shirt as the two of you stared at each other, panting from your earlier makeout session, and trying to figure out what to do with the other.

You and Sebastian's hangout started out innocently.

You had texted Sebastian, saying that you were too tired to make it the rest of the way to your house after spending hours within the mine trying to gather more diamonds and gold. The recluse was all too eager to wait for a quiet knock at the door before he rushed out from his room to slowly open the door and let you inside, you left your bag of rare minerals at the doorstep, took a quick shower all before you were back in Sebastian's room, sitting on his bed in the clothes he blended you for the night.

You were supposed to sleep on the floor, the extra mattress already laid out on the floor was proof of that already but...then the two of you began to talk to one another.

Well, Sebastian listened attentively while you went on and on about your love life.

You told him about your previous boyfriends, how they left you shortly after you told them you were a virgin. It was the same sob story time and time again, where they'd berate and insult you for not "having more experience" and that "you were boring for not knowing how to be with a guy already."

Sebastian hadn't wanted to punch a stranger more than he did right now, as you eventually trailed off and looked at your lap as if your past boyfriends' words were beginning to get to you. Something that he quickly stopped by, grabbing your hand tightly. "You're...you're not boring." He murmured. "You're fine the way you are."

You chuckled, unconvinced. "Thanks."

"It's the truth." He insisted with a huff. "So, stop thinking that you're less than anyone else."

"I'm not."

When you looked at Sebastian from the corner of your eye, you blushed at the way his brow slowly rose in doubt. "You are," He said before he let go of your hand to move it to your shoulder. The warmth that radiated from his hand seemed to make your entire body feel ten degrees warmer, your cheeks beginning to flush a light pink color. Both of you sat in silence for a few minutes, simply enjoying each other's company, before you finally gained the courage to look Sebastian in the eyes fully. From there on, you didn't know what was in the air exactly but...you liked it.

Your gaze slowly ran over Sebastian's face, going from how his hair was slightly tousled from possibly being woken up all of a sudden when you had either texted him earlier that night...or perhaps he had taken a quick nap before you had knocked at the door? Then you looked from his eyes to his lips, and back to his eyes again. Your cheeks only got warmer when you saw the look in his eyes, as if you were the most interesting thing in this entire room right now, while his lips were ever so slightly parted as if he were on the verge of saying something to you.

Yet...there was nothing Sebastian wanted to do more than simply be closer to you than he was now.

That single thought drove him to lean closer and closer to you ever so slightly until his lips were onto yours. A sweet yet shy first kiss, one that made both of you gasp in shock at how soft the other's lips were. When Sebastian finally parted from you, he slowly opened his eyes to let out a weak moan at how pretty you were in this moment. He wished he could apologize for kissing you so suddenly, especially after you had talked about how shitty your past boyfriends were!

But, the only words he could come up with were— "Can...can I touch you?"

When you had shyly nodded your head...the rest was history. One that led to where you both were now, your ass gently grazing Sebastian's bulge and eliciting more weak whimpers and moans from him as his hands firmly grasped your thighs, encouraging you to rub against him even more as his teary eyes were glued onto your equally teary ones. His mouth opened and closed as if he were begging to say something but couldn't, too lost in the way your ass rubbed against him as well as the sheer love that bloomed in his chest at the sight of your flushed face.

"So pretty..." Sebastian said absentmindedly as one of his hands slipped underneath your shirt, steadily dragging your shirt up before he eventually cupped your covered breast. "May...May I?"

He wasted no more time when you nodded your head, quickly helping you remove your shirt while you unhooked your bra. You gasped when you suddenly felt Sebastian twitch against you, his eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of your bare tits. "May I?" You asked a question back to him in regards to his pants and the way he felt as if he were going to break the zipper with how hard he was right now. Sebastian hesitated with his answer, however, you were the first and only girl he had been with.

What if he didn't match up to your expectations? What if you suddenly changed your mind about him, your relationship entirely as soon as you pulled his boxers down? All of these thoughts and more flooded his mind until—until you stopped his racing thoughts with a single hand of your coming to caress the side of his face. "We...don't have to, if you don't want to."

He shook his head. "I-I want to..." He said. "Please." As you nodded your head, you were slow with your actions as you lifted yourself just enough to be able to pull down Sebastian's pants along with his boxers to the middle of his knees.

His cock slapped against his abdomen when it was released, a single bead of pre-cum already present on the angry red tip of his dick as it twitched in response to your gaze. Your already red face only deepened in color as you continued to stare in silence, something that made Sebastian begin to squirm in nervousness underneath you before he tried to cover himself. "You don't have to stare you know—" You quickly grabbed his wrist. "Don't." You heavily gulped. "I like it, I like you." You reassured him before your other hand moved to pull your shorts down, just enough to where you'd be able to sit yourself on Sebastian's cock without anything getting in the way.

And as Sebastian's eyes dragged down from your face to your bare pussy...his breath hitched in his throat at the sight, the feeling of the heat radiating from your sex making his cock twitch even more. "Yoba..." He whispered before his hand slowly traveled to your cunt, stopping just short of it to look you in the eye for permission.

You giggled at how much he asked for permission, as if you weren't eager for him to touch you as he was! When you had nodded your head nonetheless, though, Sebastian began to gently part and play with your cunt. Every nervous touch of elicited soft moans from your throat, each graze of his thumb against your clit making you buck your hips ever so slightly, accidentally grazing Sebastian's dick with your pussy in the process. "S-So pretty..." He whined, the feeling of your pussy briefly touching his dick making his mind spin. "C-Can't wait..." He whispered. "To feel you..."

"Then...then feel me." You whispered.

You could hardly stand the teasing a second more before you had raised your hips up to angle Sebastian's cock to the entrance of your cunt, the feeling of your hands wrapped around his dick making the poor recluse let out a breathless moan as he tried to keep his eyes glued to the sight of you hovering over his cock. "Y-Y/N..." He whispered. "Please—" You weren't so cruel as to tease him for any longer than he had already, more or less, endured. You responded with a quiet laugh before you slowly sank yourself onto his cock.

When you hissed in pain, Sebastian’s hands flew to your hips to try and stop you. “I-I’m fine…” You quickly assured him. You sank yourself down further until you reached the base, the sound of Sebastian’s broken whine making your cunt clench tighter around him. “Yoba…” He whispered. “You feel good,” He said, almost as if he were in reverence at how you felt around his cock.

Though, that was an understatement as to how he truly felt about how your cunt felt wrapped around him. You were warm, tight, and oh so wet. The sight of your blushing face above him as you planted your hands on his chest made his cock jump inside of you. You gasped at the feeling as you steadily began to move, a soft sticky sound emitting from your ass met Sebastian’s stomach as you slowly bounced up and down.

Beneath you, the recluse followed your moving form with hooded eyes, his mouth slightly ajar as gasps and whines escaped his lips, his grip on your waist growing tighter and tighter as he struggled to keep himself from thrusting up into you. But…as beads of sweat began to appear on your skin, creating a thin sheen on your face and chest, each bead of sweat that rolled from your face…down to your neck…and finally between the valley of your breasts—

How could you blame him much for not being able to resist fucking you?

“S-Sorry…!” Was the only word he could muster before he thrust up into you. The force nearly made you fall forward, your fingernails digging into his skin a little as you tried to keep yourself upright in the face of Sebastian suddenly hitting a strange spot inside of you. A spot that made you see stars and made you want to wail out to the ceiling, almost, if you weren’t afraid of waking the nearby animals outside with your howls.

“S-Sebby…!” You cried, trying to stifle your moans by slapping a hand over your mouth.

He clenched his jaw at the sight before he suddenly took one of his hands from your waist to grab at your arm, both tearing your hand from your mouth as well as pulling you to him, your chest pressing into his own as he locked you in via wrapping his arm around your torso. “D-Don’t…don’t hide your sounds. P-Please…” He managed to plead before he threw his head back to let out wails of pleasure of his own.

Your moans from earlier hardly held a candle to how Sebastian sounded now as he began to fuck you in earnest. His moans sounded borderline, as if he were crying out for his goddess to give him mercy despite him being the one moving! Tears of pleasure began to dot his eyeliner, stray tears falling down the sides of his face as his grip around your waist tightened in time with his hips beginning to stutter in their rhythm. “F-Fuck…Y/N…” He just barely managed to crack open an eye to look you in the eyes, pleasure swimming around in his watery orbs as he felt his peak quickly approach him.

Far quicker than he would’ve liked.

But he couldn’t help it, the way you were moaning and how you looked at him as if he were the only one in your entire world…the love he had for you, something that only grew by the moment in combination with the pleasure—there was hardly room for him to feel too embarrassed when he suddenly climaxed, waayyyy before you had even started to reach your peak. The sudden feeling of something hot shooting into your cunt made your eyes widen before you briefly looked behind you and back to Sebastian, his cheeks flushed a deep deep red while his chest heaved up and down as if he had just finished running a marathon.

When you rolled your hips with a gentle chuckle, caressing Sebastian’s cheeks with your hands. It was then that he finally came to with a shocked yet weak gasp. “Y-Y/N…” He said hoarsely. “I-I’m…so—“ You interrupted him with a kiss, the recluse almost immediately moaning softly into the kiss before you slowly pulled away, having to stop Sebastian from chasing your lips by placing a finger against his with a smile. “Don’t apologize.” You said.

“You can make it up to me when you have energy again, okay?”

Sam

Okay, so as much as I headcanon him to be a hound dog in the bedroom.

For your first time? He's toning it down and becoming a total sweetheart during your first time. I'm standing ten toes down when I say that he's gonna follow Sebastian in the department of "being more nervous than you are".

But not because he's never had sex (I low-key can't see him being a virgin. He's too much of a hot rocker blonde). It's simply because he really doesn't want to fuck up y'alls relationship.

He's willing to fist his cock to the thought of you until the end of time if it means that you'll continue to be comfortable with him!

So walk with me here— you're being walked home by Sam after stopping by to eat dinner with the family.

As per the usual, you're joking and laughing with one another until you both arrive at the doorstep of your farmhouse.

When the two of you kiss each other goodbye, there's a certain...pause in the air, you both linger for a while and just before you turn to go inside your house, Sam drops the question.

"Can...Can I sleep with you tonight?"

♡ - And for your sake, you thought he meant it innocently at first!

You hadn't realized it would lead to...this. You felt as if your body was slowly being set on fire, each touch of Sam's hands against your body made you twitch and gasp as you could hardly control your blushing face each time you accidentally made eye contact with the blonde's baby blue eyes. Every second you looked into them...you felt as if you could feel the love he had for you, dancing about on your skin like pleasurable pins and needles.

It made your heart race, you craved more of it and everything he could give you, but...you were nervous, so nervous that you felt like you could pass out at any second— "Wait." You spoke, Sam's hands leaving your body as soon as you uttered out the word.

"Did I move too fast?" He quickly asked. "I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean—"

You blushed. "No, no! It's fine...it's just...I've never—I've never done this before." Sam's eyes widened, thoughts of 'How' and 'Why' flooding his mind as he stared at you like a deer in headlights. In his eyes, since the moment you both met...he thought you were the prettiest person in the entire valley—no, the entire world even! The two of you never brought it up in conversation before, but he assumed that you had plenty of partners in the past! You were sweet and funny, you supported his dreams, and even came to visit him at work whenever you could make the time!

When you asked him if you wanted to date...he felt as if he were the luckiest man alive. But as he blinked, he realized that he was luckier than the luckiest.

After all, he'd be your first time. And with that knowledge, he was determined to impress. “Really?” He nearly stuttered out the word as his eyes grew wide. His hands began to grope and touch every available piece of skin that he could find as his hands traveled down from groping your tits from underneath your shirt to beginning to tug off your skirt along with your underwear. “Yeah…” You moaned as you watched Sam with hazy eyes as he finally pulled your underwear completely off.

His breath hitched at the sight of your bare pussy.

He always knew you were pretty, hell, he had thought that way since the moment you both started talking to each other! But, as he stared at your twitching pussy, the pink inner flesh glistening as a sign of your arousal. His mouth watered as he had a sudden urge to taste it, as if he had suddenly been without water for months and your cunt was his only salvation at having water. “You’re so pretty.” He whispered, taking a finger and starting to lightly trace it over your pussy. He nearly chuckled it the way it twitched and ‘jumped’ as he moved his finger. The sound of your breath hitching every few seconds or you letting out a soft moan when he grazed your clit making him smirk ever so slightly.

He gently touched and pressed at your clit again, his eyes flicking up to check your reactions. You only blushed even more when you caught his gaze. “Ever touched down here before?” He asked. Wordlessly, you nodded your head. “Only a few times…” You managed to voice out.

Those few words only increased his confidence, as well as his eagerness to complete the plans he had for you for your first time. “Wanna show me how you touch yourself?” When you went quiet for a few moments, a quiet part of him feared that he might have pushed you too far, that you were suddenly going to demand that he step away from you and kick you out of your house!

However, when you finally mustered up enough courage to silently take his hand and guide his fingers just above your clit, showing him exactly how you wanted to be touched. He had to will himself not to cum in his pants at the sight. “Shit.” He whispered in awe as he slowly took control, rubbing tight circles just above your clit like you showed him. Testing the waters a little, he pressed down to gauge your reaction. When your thighs twitched and a soft moan left your lips, he added a little more roughness, your moans increasing in pitch in turn.

Sam whispered out praises as he watched your glistening slick begin to ooze out of your tight hole. “Fuuuccckkkk...” He moaned as if he were the one being pleasured right now. “Good girl.” He whispered as his head leaned forward even more, the urge to taste you growing even stronger until—he suddenly dragged his tongue up your pussy. “S-Sam…!” You groaned, your hands flying to his head to grip onto his hair.

Sam grunted when you grabbed his hair, your grip nearly threatening to tug out some of his blonde strands. Yet, he didn’t let the pain stop him from having his fill of your pussy as he lapped away at your cunt like a starved hound. Lewd slurping sounds emitted from your cunt as Sam continued to eat, his finger slowly transitioning from rubbing your clit to gently prodding at your hole while he began to lick at suck and your bud. “Fuckfuckfuck—!" The blonde couldn’t help but whine at your noises, subconsciously beginning to rub himself against your bed as he feasted on your pussy.

Near scalding tears started to trail down from your eyes as you suddenly felt a knot begin to form in the out of your gut, something that Sam keenly tuned into as he felt your cunt begin to twitch even more.

Oh no, he thought. He wouldn’t let your first time be on his fingers, with the way your pussy was practically crying. He knew you wouldn’t be satisfied cumming on just his fingers! As Sam slowly pulled his mouth away from you…his tongue already mourning the loss of your taste as his fingers began to slow down in their gentle prodding. He knew your first time cumming with him had to be on his cock. “S-Sam…?” You breathlessly whispered in confusion as you steadily came down from the fogginess of pleasure, beginning to frown in disappointment as you realized the blonde had stopped in devouring your pussy.

"Why—" Your words were interrupted by your own surprised yelp when Sam had suddenly tugged you closer to the end of the bed before he stood up to tug off his shirt and pull down his pants, revealing his already leaky hard cock that almost looked as if it were painful. It throbbed as Sam angled himself closer to your entrance, his eyes clouded over with lust as he pressed you into a mating press, your knees threatening to touch your shoulders as you hissed at the somewhat uncomfortable position.

“Please,” Sam begged. “Let me fuck you, I-I can’t wait anymore—“ You both moaned in unison when Sam rubbed himself against the folds of your cunt, some of your juices sticking onto his cock and leaving behind a glossy sheen that only made him want to plunge himself inside of you even more. “Please.” He begged again. “I promise to be gentle! I-I’ll do anything, just let me…” Your mouth slightly dropped at how needy he was being, without a single lick of shame as he only rubbed his cock against you even harder, the mushroom tip of his cock beginning to gently hit your clit and thus making you even needier in return.

You answered with a nod of your head. “Okay…” You whispered.” “Fuck me..please—" He didn’t allow you a chance to finish begging as the second he heard your consent, he already started to slowly press his cock into you. Sam groaned at the tightness of your virgin cunt, the way it clenched and throbbed around every single inch as if your very body was just as eager for him as he was for you, was making his mind spin. When you had made a noise of pain however…Sam was all too quick to rush to begin gently rubbing at your still-aching clit. “S-So tight…” He murmured as he looked down to where your cunt was currently ducking him in. “Relax.” He urged you.

You grabbed at his biceps with a hiss. “Can’t…” You whispered. “…Too big.” Sam laughed cockily at your words as he increased the pace of how he rubbed your clit, the feeling of your pussy beginning to loosen up a little allowing him to sink the rest of his dick in until he was finally at the base. The two of you remained still for a time, simply enjoying the feeling of being one with each other as well as looking each other over. Sam thought you looked ethereal.

The way your eyes moved from looking at him to looking somewhere else was so cute. As if you were still embarrassed, even though he was balls deep inside of you! The way your cunt squeezed him as if it didn’t want him to ever leave…the memory of your moans from mere minutes ago and how you begged.

His mouth fell open to let out a whispered yet pleading call of your name as he rolled his hips into you, your eyes suddenly going wide at the amount of pleasure you felt. “Feels good, baby?” Sam snickered as he leaned his head down even further until both of your foreheads were touching one another. You huffed at how cocky and bold he was being. “…You dog.” You murmured.

His eyes widened. “What?”

Your eyebrow rose slightly. “I-I called you a dog.” You repeated, afraid that you had accidentally offended him in some way. “That’s what you’re being! A dog—Shit!” Suddenly Sam had thrust into you once again, with even more force and vigor until he had quickly found a pace in which to fuck you at. Lewd slapping noises filled the bedroom, the sticky sound of your juices sticking onto the front of Sam’s thighs making you clench around him even more as you grabbed his arms in hopes of grounding yourself. “C-Call me that again,” Sam said in between his panting and moaning.

“C-Call you what—Oooohh!”

“T-That…” He stuttered as if he were afraid you’d look at him strangely if he were to recall the word from seconds ago.

Thankfully, you had managed to remember it before you had lost the ability to have a single coherent thought. “A dog—Ah!” That single harsh thrust inside of you was confirmation enough as one of your hands rushed to grab the back of Sam’s head as you tilted your head up, your moans growing even louder as the feeling of a prominent vein along Sam’s cock rubbed the walls of your cunt, drool beginning to dribble down the side of your mouth. “Fuuuucccckkk—!” You whined as the knot from earlier began to make a reappearance. “Y-You dog!” You started to say. “Dirtydirtydirty—Sam!”

A pussy drunk smile crept onto his face, matching the lovesick look in Sam’s eyes as his whines only increased in pitch at the way you referred to him as a dirty dog. And that’s exactly what he was, a dog, for you and only you. “Let’s-Let’s cum together pleasepleaseplease…cum with me.” He begged. Sam pressed an sloppy kiss to your lips before pressing another to your cheek and then to the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around your torso to pull you onto his dick even harder as the sound of his balls violently slapping against your pussy nearly drowned out your shared moans.

His balls began to draw up tighter, his approaching orgasm rushed along even faster as your cunt seemed to ‘milk’ him for his cum. Clenching and unclenching almost as if it were begging for his cum. “Fuck…” The blonde moaned against your ear. “Your cunt is so dirty Y/N—can you feel it? How your pretty pussy is begging for my cum?” He continued dazedly.

You moaned at his words, your face burning hotter in a combination of listening to his words and your orgasm peaking ever closer until—your pussy clamped impossibly tight around him, a hoarse moan tearing from your throat as you threw your head back to let it out to the ceiling. The feeling of your pussy getting so tight to the point it was almost impossible for him to move…sucking him even harder for his cum made Sam shoot ropes of his hot cum with a choked-up yell of your name, his arms hugging you even tighter as he tried to ride out the waves of pleasure without passing out on top of you.

As he stilled against you, the sound of heavy panting the only thing that could be heard within the dark bedroom…you were the first one to come down from your high with a more than satisfied drawn-out sigh. “Yoba…” You whispered as you ran your fingers through Sam’s slightly damp hair, gasping when Sam thrusted inside of you once more before pulling out.

You whined at the loss…only for the heat of lust to be immediately rekindled at the love-struck look in the blonde’s eyes, one that burned more clearly than before. “L-Let’s go again!” He said.

“I want you…again and again and again. Please?”

Alex

At the risk of some people disagreeing with this take—I feel like Alex would definitely have a thing for being the first person to take away your virginity.

While he enjoys friendly competition, he doesn't like it when it comes to you.

Although he's not so immature to be jealous of you having previous partners before meeting him, the idea of them not having fucked you yet both excites him and makes them question if they were crazy!

But to stay focused on the topic of him being your first exciting him? He's definitely pulling out all the stops to make that you not only, never think of fucking anyone else but him for the rest of your life. But to also make you braindead on his dick as a little "gift" from him to you!

If you're going to fuck him, he might as well introduce you to what he's going to regularly do to you during the time you both are together!

♡ - "S-Shit...!" You moaned at the top of your lungs as you gripped Alex's pillow with all the strength your poor brain could get your body to muster up in lieu of you being fucked dumb on Alex's dick.

The steps leading up to this encounter were simple. For the last few months, the two of you had been getting along well and had been flirting heavily with one another constantly! One moment it be the two of you casually playing gridball with one another, laughing and joking in the process while Alex occasionally talked about his goals and aspirations, while another? You'd both be on the beach late at night, giving each other chaste kisses on the cheek.

Therefore...when you had told Alex that you were a virgin—he nearly didn't believe it.

You were so confident with every flirtation you made towards him, meeting every one-liner he'd dish out with one of your own, followed by a lewd word or two! It took Alex having to hear from you that he was your first...everything really, in the romantic sense that is, for him to truly believe what you were saying. Though, it was easy to be that much more of a believer with the way you were going cross-eyed right now as he drilled his cock into your ass, your legs flailing wildly as you had no choice but to take everything that he gave you.

You were usually so confident...so sure of your words and actions, but as Alex smirked in your face, one of his hands pinned both of your wrists down above your head while the other roamed around on your body. He couldn't help but enjoy and maybe even prefer this side of you a little bit more! The side of you that moaned and whined like a slut as your leaky cock slapped your stomach repeatedly. "Guess you really are a virgin, huh?" Alex laughed, speaking more to himself rather than you. "You should see your face...y' can't handle what I'm giving you? You were sooooo confident earlier."

Another fit of laughter shook his chest when he felt your asshole clench tighter in response. "A-Alexxxx...!" You drawled out dumbly. Your vision was unfocused and blurry with unshed tears, the feeling of Alex's girthy cock as he stretched out your hole and stabbed at your prostate repeatedly threatening to make you scream your very lungs out. You would've egged him on sooner if you knew that you were going to be fucked sooooo good, each drag of his veiny cock against your virgin walls making your cock throb and twitch as you all-too quickly began to feel your first orgasm quickly approach.

Alex watched how your moans began to heighten in pitch with every thrust, how your cock leaked more and more of your pre-cum until you could've been mistaken for a faulty faucet. As much as he loved how your mouth was formed into an addicting 'O' shape, the way your cock bobbed up and down every time he plunged into you borderline hypnotic as he struggled between your cock and your face as to what he wanted to focus on...he didn't want the fun to end so soon.

Besides, he intent on making sure that he was the only one you'd be fucking for the rest of your life. Giving you an orgasm in a plain ol' missionary position was something you'd easily forget about!

And with that thought floating around in the forefront of his mind, Alex suddenly pulled out of you just as you teetered the line of your orgasm, cruelly stealing away your pleasure and effectively blue-balling you as he sneered at the way your cockdrunk expression slowly shifted into one of confusion then a look as if you were about to pout and cry at any second. "W-What the fuck, man?!" You loudly shouted to Alex. "I was soooo close, what are you doing—"

"C'mon—" The brunette clicked his tongue before he suddenly grabbed your arm and helped you stand up. In one swift motion, you found yourself hoisted into Alex's arms and your legs tightly wrapped around his waist, your eyes wide as confusion continued to float around inside your head. "—You really didn't think that I'd let you have your first orgasm in a boring position, did you?"

You cocked your brow with a grumble. 'Did it really matter?' You thought. All you knew was that you wanted to be fucked again, as soon as possible, that thought encouraging you to begin rubbing your ass against Alex's cock, the poor thing hanging from its own weight. "Just get back to fucking me, Alex." You pouted.

"Not with that tone, make it sound like you want it." He said.

Your eye twitched with annoyance. "You asshole...just—Fuck!" Without warning, Alex slammed you down onto his cock, knocking every the very breath from your lungs before he swiftly started up a brutal pace as he thrust up into your needy hole. "Y' seriously gonna be a bitch when I'm the one fucking the words outta you?" Alex grunted as his grip around your waist tightened even more, further aiding him in being able to make you take his cock alllll the way down to the base and up again. "If you're gonna act like you don't want me fucking you stupid...then unwrap your legs from around me."

His smirk only grew when you threw your head back instead to let out a symphony of cries, his name mixed in with your moans to create a delicious pattern of you crying out for him to give you more, as well as trying to get him to slow down. Even when the last thing you wanted was for him to slow down. "Alex...!" You hiccuped. "AlexAlexAlex..." You whined. "Yoba—" The brunette brought you down to the base of his dick particularly harshly when he heard you cry out for Yoba, his already present smirk growing even more.

Your throat was beginning to grow sore from all the crying you were doing, your nails threatening to make Alex's shoulders bleed from how you were scratching at them in a futile attempt to ground yourself and keep yourself from going insane because of his girthy dick, the way the tip pushed into your prostate making you see stars behind your eyes while the only word your brain could come with was Alex's name. "G-Gonna cum..." You whined as you shakily managed to lift your head to look at Alex, the way tears dripped down your face in combination with the way you were so red he could've confused you for an apple making Alex's cock throb inside your hole. "L-Let me cum...don't stop...!" You continued.

"Shit." He whispered, jerking your body closer before he slammed your lips to his own. He swallowed up every moan and gasp that tried to escape, his own breath hitching up in his throat as he felt his climax begin to approach. He hissed in pain as your nails dug into him even further, forcing himself to keep his eyes open to watch your expressions as he felt your asshole tighten around his cock more and more until you screamed into his mouth. Ropes and ropes of your milky white cum shot out from your cock, plastering onto your stomach and chest while some managed to get onto himself as well, when Alex finally released your lips, a single string of spit keeping the two of you together...how could he not praise you for cumming soooo well from how he fucked you??

"Fuck baby, that was a good one wasn't it?" He softly moaned, his pace beginning to stutter. "Next time I'll have to fuck you in front of a mirror...wonder if you'll cum even harder from that..." Your cock gave one last valiant jump at the idea, proof that you were somewhat still listening although you moaned and gasped weakly from building overstimulation. Alex pressed one last deep kiss to your lips before he suddenly stilled against you, a deep groan spilling from his lips, trying his best to keep ahold of his mind as he spilled himself inside of your ass. The warmth of his cum sparking some bit of thought back into your mind as you managed the strength to look back at Alex with a hazy look in your eyes.

"...S-So much." You murmured, feeling some of Alex's cum begin to escape from your asshole. That is, until he pulled out, more of his seed pouring from your gaping hole just as Alex gently laid you back on the bed. "When you don't look as if you're on the verge of passing out at any second—" He stopped briefly to place a kiss on your forehead. "—We can take a bath together." He chuckled. You couldn't help but smile giddily, almost too quickly nodding your head with a laugh.

"Sure."

Harvey

Weirdly clinical about it.

Ngl, I feel like he'd be asking you all sorts of questions as if you were at your yearly physical. Hell, I'll even sprinkle in the idea that he'll be asking whether or not you've had previous partners or not (even though he'd probably already know assuming you two are dating, he'd ask just to make double-sure)

But, as clinical as he is, nothing beats actual experience.

Something that he doesn't have lol so the two of you would be going in completely blind.

Essentially the blind leading the blind, shrew style.

♡ - "Are...are you really sure you want your first time to be with me?" Harvey asked for the umpteenth time as he struggled to unhook your bra.

You had half a mind to start laughing at how nervous he was, the usually calm and collected doctor nearly blushing his way into a nosebleed at the fact he was going to see and feel the same pair of tits he had been feeling for two years up to this point, back when you two were still just "doctor and patient"! When you had told him you were a virgin (something that he already knew when he talked about your health during your physicals), and that you had no experience outside of using a dildo from time to time, Harvey wasted no time to reassure you by telling you that he was a virgin as well.

Every move he made, every stumble or stutter in his words...it made his earlier statement that much more clear.

Not that you minded much, of course. "Are—Are you sure I'm doing this right? It won't come off—" You giggled at the way he fumbled with your bra, deciding to give him a little mercy via unhooking the piece of clothing for him before tossing it somewhere in the room to be forgotten. At the sight of your bare breasts however, the poor doctor could almost shame himself for the way his cock immediately started to strain against his boxers at the sight of your bare tits. The way they softly rose and fell per your breath, your nipples, and the traces of birthmarks here and there.

Everything about you was utterly breathtaking, and he almost cursed at himself for making him endure without this sight for so long under the guise of wanting to retain his professionalism. Yet, when you had placed that kiss on his cheek earlier tonight...asked if he wanted to come home with you, all thoughts of professionalism flew out the window without a second thought— "You're so cute, Harvey." You complimented him.

His eyes darted back up to your face. "Me?" He asked as if you had spoken another language all of a sudden.

You nodded your head. "You act as if you're too nervous to touch me," You said teasingly.

You were right, he thought. He was too nervous; everything felt like it had happened in a single blur. One moment he was at his office, enjoying every kiss you placed on his cheek, the next he was walking you back to your farm, and then before he even realized it? He was in your bed! Looking at you with all the awe that he could possibly hold in his brown gaze, while his heart felt as if it was going to thump straight out of his chest. "It's...It's all happening so soon." Harvey finally admitted after taking a few much-needed moments to catch his breath. You flinched ever so slightly, suddenly scared that you had accidentally made the man of your dreams uncomfortable.

You then scooted back ever so slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"Nononono!" He interrupted you. "You're not making me uncomfortable, I just..." He trailed off, searching for his next words as he slowly reached forward to take one of your hands into his own. "...I wanna do this, just—just let me go at my pace..." Harvey began to gently rub his thumbs over the top of your hand, the poor doctor giving you the sweetest puppy eyes, leaving you no choice but to agree, even though you never had a mind to disagree in the first place. You then placed your free hand onto the top of his own. "We'll go as slow as you need." You reassured him.

After your words, the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes to bask in each other's words.

In comparison to your slow and steady breaths, Harvey's breath was as quick as a hummingbird's heartbeat, only just beginning to slow down as he continued to sit still and hold your hand until he finally found the courage to initiate a kiss to your lips. Although featherlight, hardly a hint of force behind the act, as Harvey steadily scooted himself closer to you, grabbed your arms with his hands as he further settled into the kiss...you could almost feel the hunger behind that innocent peck on the lips. With how shy Harvey was in the moment, you weren't so oblivious as to not have noticed the ways Harvey looked at you prior to this moment.

You saw how, whenever you'd visit the clinic with a low v-neck, his eyes would struggle to stay on your face. Or when he'd examine an injury, his hands would linger in certain areas of your body, or how he'd seem a little more red in the face than normal while performing such exams. "...May I touch you more?" Harvey whispered against your lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to look you in the eye to better focus on your answer.

When you muttered out an eager yet whispered 'Yes'. Harvey's hands were already moving to slink a finger down into your still-present underwear. Gently prodding and touching the area just above your sex while you slowly found the courage to touch him in turn, your hand placed itself on his chest, letting it linger for but a moment before it slid down to his boxers. When your hand grazed over his bulge, Harvey pulled himself back all of a sudden, his eyes hooded as he looked at you. "Y/N..." He murmured, trying to keep his mind unfogged long enough to be able to gently begin grazing the tip of his thumb over your clit.

You felt yourself getting wetter as you responded to the light touches. But, your gaze was focused on how a small dark patch began to appear on Harvey’s boxers as you continued to tease and play with him, especially when you began to rub your palm back and forth over his covered cock. “Don’t…tease.” He whispered, the sound of his begging so cute that you just wanted to hear it again and again and again. But, with Harvey being more nervous than you were…you’d give him a break.

You watched how Harvey’s eyes fluttered when you slipped your hand into his boxers, his cock throbbing so much in response to your touch that you thought it might’ve been painful! However, the doctor looked anything but in pain. “Want me to ride you?” You offered.

Harvey's eyes snapped open a little more. "I haven't prepared you fully—" You quietly hushed him as you tugged off his boxers, his painfully hard cock slapping against his stomach. "Do I really need to be? I wanna feel you." You murmured quietly, trying to coax him along with your plan via enticing him by peppering kisses along his collarbone. Quiet moans left his lips, his head looking off to the side as if he were struggling between keeping his mind out of the lustful or simply going along with your idea! It wasn't that bad of a plan—no.

Quickly, Harvey stopped you by grabbing your chin between his index and thumb, gently lifting your head to look at him. "No." He whispered. "I...I don't want to hurt you—Oh..." You ripped his words of warning away when your hand came to gently stroke Harvey's cock. You'd oblige him this time, but...if you couldn't have your fun immediately, you'd gladly take it another way by making the doctor cum first before you! "Guess I'll have to have fun some other way, huh?" You giggled. You pressed another kiss to his collarbone and then his chin, before moving to spit on the tip of Harvey's dick.

He shuddered at the sight as his head slowly looked down to see your ministrations on him, the way you gently stroked him up and down, lewd slick noises beginning to emit from your actions, he couldn't help the way his cock began to ooze more pre-cum at what you were doing! It was borderline hypnotic, the pleasure from your hand alone making his mind already wander as to what your pussy must've felt like in comparison!

Heaven. Pure heaven.

"So vocal, Harvey~" You praised him as more moans fell from his lips. "This feels good?" He weakly nodded his head, struggling to keep his eyes open and focused on you. "W-What about...you?"

"Im fine," You smiled. "Your voice alone is enough to get me off—" Were your last words before you dipped your head to lick at Harvey's cock, the feeling of your tongue swirling around his cockhead...the feeling of your spit dripping down the length of him and down to his balls, drove him to nearly want to cry from how good he felt. "S-Sensitive...feels so hood..." Harvey whined, struggling to keep his hips from jerking up into your mouth.

You hummed around his dick, the feeling of your hum reverberating around his dick making his head fall back before he couldn't hold himself back from his lips forming into an 'O' shape, his eyes screwing shut even tighter as tears began to bead hois eye line. "F-Fuck...!" He whimpered. "Y/N...h-honey, I—Feels sooooo good." You felt yourself getting wetter at the sounds of his whines, unable to stop yourself from bucking into the bed, much less your groans that only furthered Harvey along to his approaching orgasm. In the throes of his pleasure, however, he couldn't help but feel bad about the fact that he couldn't pleasure you the same way you were pleasuring him!

Too many times had he dreamt about your cunt, about what your juices would taste like on his tongue and the sounds you'd make while he ate you out, about whether or not you'd teach him exactly how you wanted to touch. "C-Cumming...please—" You briefly took your mouth off of him with a dirty 'pop' to look him in the eye with a smirk. "Where do you wanna cum baby? My mouth or my face?" You smirked before you sank your lips back onto him.

"Y-Your mouth..." You moaned at his words, feeling his cock jump in your mouth as you decided to encourage him even more by massaging his balls. Harvey cracked open his eyes to look at you, his face contorted in pleasure as his chest heaved up and down from his impending climax, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "C-Cumming...!" Harvey said breathlessly to the air before you felt ropes of hot cum shoot from his cock, spilling into your mouth and threatening to overflow from you with how much there was.

You let Harvey's cock continue to twitch and throb inside your mouth, letting him ride out his drawn out orgasm as his cock grew soft in your mouth. "Y/N..." He moaned. "L-Let me rest," He said. "I can—"

"You're so sweet, Harvey," You praised once you had gulped down his essence and took your lips from him, wiping your mouth with the back of your arm. "You don't have to pay me back~ I loved every second." Harvey blushed even fiercer at your words, although you said otherwise...as soon as he recovered his strength, he swore that he would pay you back via an orgasm of your own.

Shane

Calm outwardly but excited as all hell inwardly.

The moment you tell him that you've never had sex before, he's having flashbacks of all the sex moves he's done throughout the years to figure out which one he wants you to experience first.

Spoiler: he's definitely encouraging you to ride him so he can warm you up to the saucier moves in the future

Also, since Shane used to play gridball— I'm going to headcanon that the man used to be a player in his heyday.

Definitely popular with the ladies as all jocks are and knows how to use his fingers and tongue for a nasty combo move.

But all in all? He'd try his best to contain his excitement, for as eager as he is to finally be with you intimately, he doesn't want to scare you or potentially ruin your first time with him!

♡ - "Yoba...your cunt is tasty."

You groaned as Shane murmured that filthy compliment into your cunt as he ate you out, your thighs pinned to your stomach while your legs were thrown over his shoulders, forcing you into a mean position where you had no choice but to endure every single second of his tongue alternating between lapping away at your juices and flicking your click. All the while, his fingers plunged in and out of your sopping pussy.

When you had told Shane that you were a virgin, despite his otherwise calm reaction to it, you could've sworn that you saw hearts appear in the depths of his eyes! He all too quickly rushed you away from the saloon, where you both had a date, and back to your farmhouse, where the two of you wouldn't be disturbed. And, before you know it? You were thrown on the bed, your pants tossed somewhere else in the room, before you felt Shane dive into your pussy. "Shannneeee—" You moaned at the top of your lungs as your hands weakly pushed at his shoulders, trying to get some type of break from being tongue-fucked brainless.

The local drunk's plan was simple, and had become even clearer in his mind when he finally had you alone and alllll to himself.

As much as he wanted to fuck you on his cock, after all...you were such an innocent thing and a sick part of him wanted to break you in via making you take all his girthy dick down to the base. Throughout the walk home, he asked what you had and hadn't done, and you hadn't even so much as allowed yourself to feel what a dildo felt like inside of you! All you knew was how to rub your needy, aching little clit!

The least he could do was introduce you to what it felt like to cum multiple times on a man's tongue, allow you to be so far up in the clouds of pleasure before he gave you his dick. "S-Shane!" You cried out again, snapping him from his thoughts before he took his tongue away from your clit to look at you, a dirty smirk plastered on his face as he continued to fuck your cunt with his fingers. "Sorry, babe...wasn't listenin'. What is it?" He smirked, the sight of him cocking his head to the side making your cunt clench even tighter around his fingers.

"C-Close...!" You whined. "Feels weird...l-like something's coming!"

He rolled his eyes at your words before he dived back into his meal, focusing his tongue on licking the folds of your cunt, starting from your clit and back down to your needy hole. He hardly noticed your whines and moans growing higher and higher in pitch, how your hands suddenly squeezed his shoulders like a vice before— you suddenly gushed on his face. The sudden spurt of your warm juices tore him from his hungry trance of your pussy, his head shooting up from your sex as he marveled at the sight of you squirting. When you had finally stopped...your pussy clenching and unclenching rapidly as your breath seemed to get choked-up in your throat while your chest heaved up and down...Shane pressed a deep, lingering kiss to your inner thigh with a smirk. "Gooooodddd fucking girl." Shane praised you.

You sleepily raised your head, tears of pleasure flowing down your face as you looked at Shane with a pleasure-drunk expression. "F-Fuck..." You whispered breathlessly. "F-Feel so good...Shane—"

"Clearly," Shane smirked. "Didn't think y' were a squirter." He said as he gently began to graze your still-throbbing clit with his thumb, eliciting a squeaky whine from your throat. "Sensitive—Ah..." The thought grew louder and louder in his mind, the memory of you squirting on his face seconds prior making his cock throb harder than it ever had in his entire life. As much as he wanted to fuck you...to test whether or not you'd squirt just as hard or harder on his fat dick next...he had to taste you, just one more time before he gave you a little reprieve. "Wanna see if you can squirt again for me, baby?"

Your eyes grew wide. "Don't—Don't think I can..." You moaned. "Too—Fuck!" He interrupted you via licking a fat stripe up your cunt, tearing the words straight from your throat before he had begun sucking your clit like he had from earlier, his fingers once again plunging into your pussy with a purpose before you had resumed screaming your poor lungs out. "Yeahhhhh" Shane moaned into your pussy as little jets of your juices spurted from your cunt as you quickly felt your orgasm began to peak once again.

Your legs began to kick and flail as, yet again, the knot in the pit of your gut grew impossibly, almost painfully tight in the wake of your orgasm. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck—!" You wailed as you shoved at your lover. "S-Shane...!" You whined. Shane groaned against your pussy as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out of your cunt, his fingers slipping from your pussy to begin rubbing tight figure eight's into your clit as he could feel your orgasm approaching upon his tongue. Your pussy clenched and unclenched around him, your grip upon his shoulders began to get weaker and weaker and your wails of pleasure, a mixture of wanting him to go faster and wishing for him to go slower, beginning to turn into pitiful soft moans as you begged for something you already had.

Him.

And he'd continue to fuck your cunt for as long you continued to cry out his name like a mantra. "Keep going...please...k-keep going—don't stop!" You whined as your juices began to flow down Shane's chin, mixing in with his stubble as he urged for you to cum on his face once more. "Won't stop—" He mouthed into your pussy. "Won't ever stop...cum around my tongue baby...you've got it." His praise was all you needed to let go as you threw your head back to let out a soundless scream, your cunt spurting out of your juices once more around and into Shane's mouth as he drank all of your essence down, nary leaving a single drop as black dots began to fill your vision from the force of your orgasm.

You could hardly hold onto your consiousness for a second longer until Shane gave you mercy and took his face from your aching cunt, once he had his fill. "That was a good one...maybe better than the last—" He licked his mouth like a dog would like his chops after a meal, staring at your gaping pussy for a few moments longer before his eyes darted up to your face. He would've had a mind to let you have a break, especially with the way he saw how you were struggling to stay awake right now!

But...when one of your hands shakily came to rest on his shoulder, silently begging him for more as you dared to egg him on via smirking at him. How could he resist the way his cock twitched painfully now?

"K-Keep going...fuck my pussy," You begged. "Just like you fucked my pussy with y-your mouth and fingers...!"

Bonus! Jio

Okay, as much as I LOUDLY believe otherwise—

Canon-wise, the man is a virgin through and through. 😔

He's never been interested in anyone romantically before or sexually, and coupled with his lifestyle as a ninja, plus Belinda shooing him away from the topic of romance?

It sets the stage for him not to have the opportunity to gain any experience in the world of horizontal tango.

That being said, though—HE'S NOT STUPID???

I feel like for his and your first time, he's really in tune as to what makes you feel good. He'll listen in on what makes you moan the loudest, what makes you say his name the sweetest etc. etc.

Therefore, with how well he fucks you with his cock and how good he angles it to your most pleasurable spots, it'll have you swearing up and down that he's not a virgin.

And who managed to have sex with him before you did

♡ - "Fuucckkkk—!" You drawled out, completely and utterly cockdrunk as you were fucked against the wall of your home, your front pressed against the wall while Jio pulled your ass onto his cock.

The tension between the two of you had grown to a breaking point finally.

A point where the two of you could hardly ignore the chemistry between each other any longer before you—well...Jio had finally decided to do something about it, per your constant teasing and the way you'd lay out breadcrumbs that you wanted to get to know him wayyyyy better than you did currently. Even if you were a virgin...the heat of your lust made you blind to the fact that you didn't know a single clue about what to do with a man. Much less how to please a cock, however, despite Jio sharing the fact that he was a virgin himself...he assured you plenty that he was fine with taking the reins.

But, with how loudly he was making you scream...you had your doubts as to whether or not he was truly a virgin himself.

Jio tsked as he listened to your unabashed moans, his fingers beginning to grip your waist even tighter. "So loud," He said, almost as if he were reprimanding your cries, though you knew it was the opposite. "Even as you're being fucked in the cabin where anyone of the cult could come in...you still have no shame?" The elf chuckled when you clenched even tighter around his dick in response.

"C-Can't..." You whined, your nails threatening to make scratch marks into the wood as your mind barely help onto being able to formulate a single coherent sentence. "Y' feel too good..." You drawled out. You gasped when you felt Jio's dick throb inside of you, the two prominent veins along the side of his dick dragging against your walls, adding onto the pleasure that you already felt besides the way the tip of his cock pressed into your g-spot repeatedly without fail. "Y-You sure y' a virgin?" You asked dumbly.

He rolled his eyes in response, deciding to not give you an answer as he pressed his front to your back, rolling his hips into your dripping cunt even deeper as even more whines left your throat. Jio wouldn't repeat himself twice; it was already embarrassing enough that he admitted such a thing to you! But...thankfully, he wasn't stupid, he knew how to listen and adjust per the situation, and according to the noises you made...it told him to not stop. As his hands trailed up and down your body, his fingers eventually coming to dance around your cunt, teasingly poking at your clit. He chuckled next to your ear when he heard you whine in frustration.

"J-Just...touch me." You begged.

"Have patience," Jio said despite the fact he touched you anyway, his index and middle finger slowly rubbing your clit up and down as he groaned at the sound of your delicious moans, every whimper and whine you made in response to the way he fucked you, making him throb even harder inside of you. "You should learn to indulge in the wait, the build-up before your climax Y/N..." The elf gently whispered to you as his thrusts slowed down even more, tears beginning to burn your eyeline as the fact that you'd have to wait even longer for your orgasm settled deep within you.

In the back of your mind, however, you already knew that it had to have been some type of 'get-back' for the fact that you've always teased him prior to now! "Accidentally" pushing yourself back against him when the two of you were too close to one another, dropping seductive hints when the two of you were alone, and he happened to pay a visit—you saw the way he looked at you as if you were a meal he wanted to devour but couldn't on par of his loyalties to his cult.

"We have all night together Y/N...enough time for me to get back at you for all the teasing you did to me."

[buttercandy16]

In-laws

PAIRING: Dark!Agatha Harkness x Reader, Agatha Harkness x Reader x Rio Vidal

SUMMARY: In-laws are the worst and you found out the hard way.

WARNING(s): Dark themes, Non-con, and a whole lot of SMUT!

A/N: Dark themes ahead. If you find these things disturbing I strongly advice that you skip this post. Thank you!

Y/N POV 

The night's cold breeze is crisp on my face as I stand outside the balcony thinking about how perfect my wedding tomorrow will be. 

Nicky and I have been together since my parents started working for his parents. At first, I was reluctant to engage in a romantic relationship with him since in the eyes of society we were unfit for each other, but he was persistent and in the end, I let love win. I was even more thankful that his parents accepted me and my family with open arms despite our lowly status in life. 

After years of being together, we are finally making it official tomorrow as husband and wife. 

I just finished celebrating my bachelorette party earlier which was neatly organized by one of my soon-to-be mother-in-law, Agatha. While Nicky is having his bachelor's party with his set of friends. 

Everything will be perfect, for sure nothing will go wrong. 

"Excited?" I was pulled out from my thoughts when Agatha appeared by my side with a bottle of wine in hand. 

For the record, I'm currently staying at Nicky's house. Both of his mothers insisted that I stay here before the wedding and I agreed.

"Yeah, I'm so excited to get married to Nicky!" I exclaimed excitedly. 

Agatha gave me a chuckle before waving the wine bottle in front of my face. 

"Good, then we better celebrate with this." 

"Ummm... I don't want to be rude, but I'll have to decline. I don't drink alcohol, remember?"

Agatha rolled her eyes at me before she leaned in closer to my ear. 

"Oh come on, sweetheart. That was different, this one we get to enjoy all to ourselves, and I think it's about time you try right? And it's not like we're gonna get wasted, you'll be fine tomorrow. I swear." 

I suppose... 

"O--okay then, but I'll only drink one glass.”

"One glass is enough" Agatha smiled at me mischievously before slightly pushing me inside the room. 

I was a bit nervous about how she was acting, she seemed pushy. But I was fast to dismiss that thought as she filled our glasses with wine. 

She gave me mine before sitting next to me on the sofa, only an arm's length away from each other. 

"Go on" she urged playfully... 

I swirled the wine in my glass slightly before carefully putting it to my lips and tentatively sipping the liquid. I found it delicious and very cooling.

“This is delicious!" 

"Yes, simple but very soothing. Finest wine you can ever have. But, you must drink deeply for the full effect." 

I eagerly did as I was told, and Agatha seemed satisfied with this. Soon I was holding an empty glass. I had drained it and hadn't even noticed. The drink was that smooth. The only problem is that I found that I was still thirsty. 

"Could I have another, please?" I asked, her eyes glinted with something dark from my request. 

"I think that can be arranged." 

Agatha was careful to replenish my glass whenever it emptied as we talked and talked into the night. 

It was quite odd, no matter how much I drink I still feel thirsty. 

I wondered if it was starting to affect me. I noticed that the room was becoming increasingly warm. Worse, I was finding my body becoming uncomfortably warm. My face was becoming flush. My heart was beating very fast and I was practically panting, my breath had gotten so fast. I was starting to sweat inside my clothes, too. My clothes were becoming very confining. How odd, I thought. It was supposed to be a chilly evening. But now, I desire nothing more than to get out of my clothes, then I would feel so much better. 

"Have you and Nicholas done it yet?" Her question almost made me choke on my drink, her eyes never leaving mine. 

Am I hearing this right? Does she mean th--- 

She slowly traced the rim of her wineglass while looking at me curiously, "What do you mean?" I asked.

"Did you have sex yet?" 

Her question slightly took me aback but answered, nonetheless. 

"N--no, we haven't. I'm still pure" 

The moment I said pure, a shadow seems to pass on her features as the corner of her lips slightly lifted sinisterly, barely noticeable in the dark. 

But I saw it... 

She snickered under her breath as she slightly swirled the wine in her glass. 

That's when I realized that she's never touched it. Not even a single drop. 

She followed my gaze to her wine glass before catching mine. Slightly tilting her head, she then smiled knowingly. 

She knows that I've noticed. 

I was starting to feel uncomfortable from this so I decided that it was time to retire for the night. But when I stood up, I was immediately met by sudden dizziness making me sit back on the couch ungracefully. 

It felt like my innards were being replaced by some kind of emptiness. I tried to stand again, desperate to leave this room. I swayed for just a moment before Agatha caught me. There was nothing I could do now, and as I slowly slumped sideways, she gently tugged on my shoulder, causing me to lie flat, with my head on her lap. Now all I could see was my fiance's mother smiling down at me… and the world went black. 

_=_=_ 

How long I was out, I’m not sure. I opened my eyes, and it took them a moment to adjust to the light.

Something was wrong. 

My arms could not move, despite my best efforts, and the air felt rather cold on my skin. And when my eyes adjusted, I immediately saw why. My wrists had been secured firmly in two straps, on either side of my head. And the cool air on my skin was because I'm completely naked! 

I tried to scream my lungs out, to shout for help, to do anything that might get me out of this situation. But the only thing that came out was a muffled sound. That has something to do with the gag placed over my mouth. But it did draw some attention to me because a figure suddenly appeared over my vulnerable form, and when it spoke, I heard the unmistakable voice of my fiance's mother. 

"So, you're finally awake" 

"I think before you try going off on one, I should probably introduce you to a bit of "context," I think you'd call it." She reached for the table next to her and picked up a remote. She turned on the TV that was positioned just above the bed I was strapped to. "Let's just say you might want to forget about struggling when I show you this video." 

My confusion made me forget my anger, for a moment. But as the film started, and what I was watching became clear to me, my anger was replaced by shock and horror. 

It was a video of me and my co-worker Tony, sitting in my office, and him kissing me. It had been a professional meet-up, he was showing me some files that we needed to sort out before the big presentation when out of the blue he just kissed me. I froze out of shock while his lips continued to press against mine but when I finally snapped out of it I immediately pushed him off me and gave him an ear-deafening slap on the face. But that wasn't shown in the film. It was just the kiss, making it look like I did it deliberately. I remembered him looking at me in pity like he was sorry for what he did. I didn't tell anyone about it, not even Nicky. And now my soon-to-be mother-in-law possesses proof of it.

But how? Why was there a video? Based on the angle I know it was filmed from a hidden camera. Was it done intentionally? For what reason?! Was she behind it? 

If someone got hold of it, I wouldn't just get fired from fraternizing with a colleague. I would probably lose Nicky as well. 

And that scared me shitless... 

Agatha pressed another button, and the video switched off. She looked at my face, now starting to become tear-stained and the fear now plain for everyone to see. She smiled. 

"I think that expression is a good one for you," she remarked. "It makes you look so sweet and innocent." 

She leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek. I tried to jerk away but couldn't. The kiss practically seared my skin like molten lava. 

"Now that no one is going to disturb us, how about we get some fun done?" 

Agatha then began to touch me, and that was when I started to squirm a little. She moved her arms around my body, rubbing it in a very erotic way. "Aww… such a nice body, pet! I can't help myself but touch myself thinking about you every day. And now, I can't help myself anymore." She put a hand on my knee and began to gently stroke my leg. 

"What should I do first with your body?" She ran her finger on my smooth skin, before taking the gag off my mouth. 

I gritted my teeth from both anger and sadness. "Why are you doing this?" 

"Didn't I already tell you? I want your body to be mine! We are going to have so much fun, pet. And if you disobey me, I think you already know what will happen right? Not to mention, I can get  both of your parents fired, tsk... that would be unfortunate" 

A single tear ran on my cheek and Agatha kissed it, licking the drop. I know that I have no other choice but to let things happen. I have so much to lose if she doesn't get what she wants. 

She moved around and brought our lips together in a violent kiss, forcing her tongue past my gritted teeth. She bit my bottom lip hard enough to earn a gasp, allowing her to move her tongue past the barrier. 

The tongue quickly found its way around my mouth and explored every inch it could. In parallel to that, her hands moved around and groped my breast. She slightly massaged them and pinched the erected nipples. It was not that the events made me horny. It was the cold that made my body like that. 

The kiss ended after a while, me being out of air while the older woman was looking crazier than before. She licked her lips another time before stripping her shirt, skirt, and underwear away. She moved and kneeled in front of my face, her warmth being right on top of my face. "Eat up!" She said in a commanding voice, but I hesitated. The woman gritted her teeth in anger and grabbed my hair. "I ordered you to eat up!" She forced my mouth to get in contact with her entrance. 

Out of reflex, I attempted to close my mouth, but then felt a pair of forces crushing my head from both sides as her legs pressed me. The pain was enough to make me gasp. She took the opportunity to tighten her grip on my hair and pressed me harder. 

"That's more like it!" She started to move her body up and down, making my juice splash on my face. "Now, get that tongue of yours to work baby" She ordered and once again tightened the grip, forcing me to obey her order. 

I had to stick my tongue forward, forced to have a taste of the older woman. It was sweet and I can't stop myself from moaning from the taste of her. She also moaned at the feeling of my tongue inside her and moved faster until she cummed in my mouth. 

Just as I was about to let go of a sigh, my left leg was lifted, Agatha’s right leg sliding under it. "It is not the end yet! I still have a lot of things I want to teach your body." She pushed her hip forward, making our center meet.

I can't help but admit that it started to feel so good. The pleasure coursing through my veins like a blast of adrenaline... 

She repeated to thrush several more times, bringing our center together and making them part, and then collide again. She started to moan once again as I did the same, her hands starting to play with my breast, enjoying every contact through my body. Until my second orgasm was ripped from me this evening, followed by the beautiful temptress who laid on top of me while catching her breath from her release. 

She looked down on me in complete amusement as I lay helplessly underneath her. 

Agatha kissed the tip of my nose before sliding her warm body over me to reach something on the nightstand. When I saw what it was, my eyes grew wide as saucers... 

Oh no... please no more 

"P--please... I can't. It's too much" 

I struggled with my bonds as I tried to pull myself away from her. 

"Shhhh... I know you can. Just give mommy one more baby. I just need to taste you." 

She settled herself in between my legs, parting them by force. 

She reached between my legs and pushed something. The buzzing vibrator held against my clit sped up a notch, causing my back to arch. "Oh!" I gasped, head falling back. "Oh, oh—" 

Agatha cupped my left breast and mouthed at it, kissing and licking. I didn't know where to look but into her eyes, our foreheads practically touching on the pillow. 

I'm not sure what possessed me at the moment but I was suddenly desperate to taste her lips. 

"Kiss me," I begged. "Please..." 

And she did. Soft and sweet, holding me to her. Tugging my lip with her teeth and stroking my back, my butt. She took hold of my legs, cupping the underside of my knees. Bringing my legs around her waist, she rocked against me, teasing my lip with her tongue. 

I parted my lips for her, tasting her, sighing... Jolting when she tugged on my nipple. "Oh, ow, owie—, please don't—" 

I cried out with pleasure. This was so nice; it felt so good. 

She smiled at me. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, pet,” she said, reaching to touch me, pulling back the hood of my clit so she could rub me with her thumb. I shivered. “Look at this tiny clit. So fucking cute, and all mine…” 

She proceeded to slide down my body until she was face to face with my dripping warmth. 

I gasped when she started to lick me and felt my stomach twitch, surprised and excited at Agatha’s eagerness to please me. I felt her tongue trace the outline of my lower lips and shuddered. A moment later, the older woman finally slid her tongue over my clit, and that's when I felt my walls clenching in a sudden spasm, screaming in pure pleasure for the third time. Due to the intensity, I blacked out. 

_=_=_ 

A groan left my lips when I woke up in the middle of the night with a sore body. 

Slightly stretching, that's when I realized that I was no longer chained to the bed and I was all alone in the room. 

Seeing this as an opportunity to get the hell outta here I immediately grabbed my clothes that were placed on the vanity chair before frantically dressing. 

No longer caring if I was dressed right I immediately ran towards the door but stopped when it suddenly opened, revealing my fiance’s other mother, Rio Vidal dressed in her expensive suit. 

"Ri-rio..." 

"Sweethear, what are you doing here?" Rio asked as she curiously surveyed my disheveled form. 

"Rio, you have to help me, please" I pleaded as I went closer to her. 

"Why? What's wrong?" She asked as she gently held my arm. 

"It's A–agatha, she---" 

"Hello, my love! You're home early," My words were cut off as Agatha appeared from the bathroom only covered by a plush purple robe. "It seems you caught our little bunny trying to hop away." She smiled devilishly... 

Wha-what? 

"Which is quite fortunate, I wouldn't want to miss out" Rio chuckled darkly. "But I'm very disappointed that you started without me, my love." 

"Well, you were late. It's been so long since I wanted a taste of her. I lost all self-control the moment I had her in my grasp. But don't worry, I saved the best for you." 

My eyes widened in realization and I felt my whole body shiver in fear as I heard the door's lock click. Locking me inside with two predators hungry for my young flesh... 

Nonononono... this isn't happening... 

Tears started to fall from my eyes as Agatha walked over to me, and Rio’s hand settled over my shoulders in a tight and almost painful hold. 

Agatha looked down on me with a predatory grin before slowly tilting my chin with her finger to meet her eyes. 

It was so dark and full of lust that it felt like I was about to drown in it. 

"Do you know the real reason why we let our son be with someone as lowly as you? It's because the moment we saw you, we knew that we needed to have you. Our perfect little toy." My heart ached from her words. So after all this time, I was nothing but a fool. 

"So here's what will happen from now on, you will get married to my son tomorrow and officially become part of our family. You will be a good wife to him and grant him the children he desires. But behind closed doors, you will become our pretty little pet and cater to our needs. Do you understand?" I nodded weakly.

"But the most important thing is... Nicky must never know about this little arrangement of ours. This secret will stay with you until you reach your grave, or else... I'm pretty sure you are aware of the power that we hold Y/N, if you go against us, we will destroy you and your loved ones. Do I make myself clear?" Her grip on my chin tightened, emphasizing how serious she was. 

"Ye-yes" I stuttered through gritted teeth. 

Agatha's eyes moved from behind me as Rio pressed her lips to my ear as she whispered... 

"If you behave like a good little girl for us, we will reward you with anything you desire, aside from your freedom of course." 

"Since that's all settled then, I think it's time for the main event" 

"Wh-what would that be?" I fearfully asked. 

Agatha smiled at me before leaning in close, her lips almost touching mine. 

"We're going to take your virginity baby"

_=_=_

Please don't forget to like, repost, and leave a comment below. I love hearing other peoples thoughts about this. Also, if you have any good ideas for a Dark fanfic featuring mother agatha please do send it. Thanks! 💜

[aledmorningstar]

╰┈➤Bad joke

Summary: Sukuna discovers that you don't like jokes.

Relationship: Ryomen Sukuna/Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Note: Slow updates, my editor and I are in a fight with my university administrators.

-‘๑’-: No curses au, uni au, sfw, humor, fluff, slight angst

The terrible hours of class had finally ended, the hard day of university had culminated its torture at 6:00 pm, every day you reconsidered the idea of ​​continuing studying so intensely, did you really need that university degree?

Without a doubt, life sounded more beautiful in an imaginary world, being a pretty housewife who patiently waited for her millionaire husband who loved her madly, your days would be spent helping your children with their homework and wasting an unreasonable amount of money on any whim.

“We've told you to stop daydreaming, it could be dangerous in the wrong places.”

Your daydream was interrupted by one of your best friends, it seemed like your group of friends had already finished putting away their belongings and were just waiting for you to leave the classroom.

"Oh I'm sorry. I was just thinking about the future."

“Is the young lady returning to the fantasy of married life with her impolite boyfriend?”

"Hey! I already told you not to talk about him like that."

You argue while you put your notebooks and computer in your bag, the one that your boyfriend Ryomen had given you on your birthday even though you told him that a gift was not necessary, you knew how difficult it must be for him and how limited which can sometimes be the money in your situation; his mother, playing the role of both parents and trying to provide a bright future for her children; Yuji, his twin who had to complete several courses to be a firefighter and also study a Bachelor's degree in automotive mechanics; and finally Ryomen himself, who had to complete his university career as a lawyer.

It was definitely not easy for him or his family, unlike you, who had lived the life of a princess in an imaginary bubble impenetrable by the dangers and worries of reality. Even though you had insisted on helping that modest family financially, you were not allowed to do so. Both Sukuna and his brother and mother refused to accept a cent of your generous support, saying that they did not want to take advantage of your kindness. That did not stop them from you gave expensive gifts to each one on special dates.

Maybe that was the reason behind that expensive gift from your boyfriend, one day he simply listened to you talk about that beautiful designer bag that was going to become fashionable with its next release on sale, he used all his savings and even did part-time jobs, washing cars, walking dogs, helping model clothes for the fashion design department; just to be able to see a cute and excited smile on your face.

You are a princess, the most beautiful flower he could find and of course he would give you everything you deserve, everything that fine society has given you and he does his best so that you do not have any lack by his side, to be worthy of you.

You didn't have the heart to tell him that you had pre-ordered that bag thanks to your father's contacts and that you had to refund it, angering some merchants for their wasted efforts.

“Hurry up, if we don't get to the cafe on time the tables will be full.”

Like every Friday you and your friends got together to talk about the latest news in your lives, your social circle was mostly made up of girls just as privileged as you, it wasn't difficult for your father to convince you to choose a career in law, much less make you enter one of the most demanding and prestigious schools in the country.

Your friends are good girls, you knew that otherwise you wouldn't have even looked at them; However, like you, they were overprotected and followed the sophisticated rules that society had imposed on them. This was one of the reasons why they didn't quite agree with your relationship with Ryomen Sukuna, a commoner in their eyes.

Like any conversation between friends, the topic of boys and relationships could not be avoided, a topic in which you came to light with your strange relationship of “opposite poles”, the little princess of the city and the delinquent of the campus, it was the funniest and most interesting experiment your friends could witness.

“So… How is our little princess's relationship going? Did he already ruin it?”

Of course there were going to be silly comments that doubted that your relationship was authentic and that waited for the slightest mistake from your boyfriend to shout in your face “I told you so.”

"No and he won't, you don't know my 'kuna"

“We know his history”

Even though all your friends were always supportive and kind to you, there was one in particular who wasn't very nice. Ann, always making sarcastic comments and believing herself to be better than everyone, everyone could see how jealous she was of you; She had been the last to join the group, one day you saw her alone and decided to integrate her into your group, unfortunately you never found the words to tell her that you no longer wanted to be her friend.

“Come on, darling, everyone here remembers how your relationship began.”

“He has changed, he is not the same person he was before, he is a new man”

Sure, your relationship may not have started off in the most convincing way possible, there were lies, misunderstandings and a lot of tears, but everything is different now. Now you have the romance that any girl could dream of, one full of love, affection and trust of those you only find in books, you would have your happily ever after.

“Well, I'll wait for your bad boy to do one of his things and don't say I didn't warn you.”

"When pigs fly, that's not going to happen"

The atmosphere had frozen in an awkward silence as you and Ann exchanged a big forced smile, it was strange to see you angry because of your sweet personality, but it would certainly be even stranger not to see you jump into an argument that included Ryomen Sukuna's name, you are his unofficial lawyer.

“Okay girls, let's talk about something else…”

╚══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══╝

You love Fridays, the best day of the week, since you could sleep over at your loved one's house and enjoy the weekend in his arms watching movies, doing puzzles, taking photos, listening to music, talking, watching videos, going out on dates, ordering takeout or even when he played a video game on the console and you were left coloring the pictures he printed for you (sometimes he needs his space).

That Friday the drawings were finished quickly, so you decided to watch some videos on your tiktok while Sukuna played a video game that you only knew had weapons because of the shots. The videos on your fyp were about pranks between couples (something that amused you), some light and others a little harsh.

Sukuna was someone who was a joker, someone who liked to make jokes but couldn't stand having one played on him; However, you were a couple, a slight joke between you could be kind of funny, it wasn't even a funny joke you just wanted to see how funny his reaction could be.

A message made Sukuna's phone ring, you thought it was the perfect time for your little act as you held back your laughter.

“Who is sending you so many messages? You have another girl, right?”

Your comment surprised Sukuna slightly, you weren't the jealous type, he looked at you for a split second and that was enough for him to know you were joking, he can play too.

"Oh my love. It's not even one girl, they´re five precious ones."

The amused smile that adorned your face disappeared in an instant, being replaced by a strange grimace, your eyes glistening from the tears that formed and that you refused to let go as you bit your trembling lower lip, preventing any sound.

"Really?"

“Of course, pretty. I'm too cool to stay with just one girl."

Memories of your conversation with Ann invaded your mind, Sukuna Ryomen had a past that was difficult to overcome, would he really change overnight for you?

Your boyfriend quickly realized that you had started packing your belongings back into your suitcase, why would you do that? The plan was that you would stay with him like every weekend, what was happening?

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

Well, you had dropped a little bomb that exploded in your face and you didn't like it, but you wouldn't let him notice that it dealt a low blow at least for you.

“I'm just putting my things away. “Can you pass me my colored pencils?”

Sukuna decided to make the difficult decision to abandon his game and pay attention to the seemingly serious situation that was occurring with his beloved.

He did as you asked, you put away your colored pencils next to your other belongings with quick movements and finally wrote something furiously on your phone.

“I asked you a question, what are you doing?”

“Nothing… I'm asking my driver to come pick me up.”

"Now?"

“Yes, now. In fact I'm writing to him 'Please hurry up, I want to leave here right now, come as fast as you can'”

You could barely feel the force and speed with which Ryomen snatched the phone from your hands, he stood up and placed your phone on one of the highest pieces of furniture in the living room.

"Why would you do that?"

"What do you mean why? Did you hear what you said earlier?”

The hardest question you can ask a man, ask him the reason why his girlfriend was angry. The pink-haired man's reasoning quickly went to work.

Connect the dots, you had gotten angry within a period of 5 minutes, you weren't angry with him before that time, all he had done was play video games. Had that bothered you? No, he had given you drawings of your favorite characters to entertain you, the only thing he had done besides playing had been answering your joke... Oh.

“Ah, that's it.”

“Is that all you will say?”

Okay, a mental note for Sukuna: You like making jokes, you don't like having them made or returned to you. You're a crybaby, but he still loves you.

“Sorry, love, it was a joke. You know that I only love you, you are the only girl who occupies my heart, the owner of my soul and my body, I would kill for you, ask me to kill for you."

Ryomen approached to hug you from behind, he placed one of his hands on your abdomen and one on your shoulder, crossing your chest to bring you closer to him, you could feel his breath on your neck and after a few seconds you shivered from the kisses he gave you. he left on your cheek.

“I didn't find your joke funny.”

“In my defense, you started joking that I had another woman. You’re a baby, jokes aren’t your thing, darling.”

The look on your face made him feel like he had just kicked a puppy, his solution was to carry you back to the couch and hold you in his arms.

"I'm sorry baby. You can choose the movie we watch today, deal?”

"Deal"

⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭 master list is here

[fuctacles]

i was gonna cut it in half, but you get 2k for Valentine's Day <3

<< thirteen | 😺 | fifteen >>

Eddie asks Wayne where is a good place to make key copies, and drafts a plan. He'll go to Steph's salon, pick up her keys, make a copy for her, and drop them back before she leaves work. Just a tiny good deed from a friendly neighbour, so she doesn't have to juggle her one set between cat feeders and whatnot. 

Except Wayne sees through him immediately and throws a bucket of cold water on his enthusiasm.

"While I fully support whatever you two are doing..." He promptly raises his hand so Eddie would spare him any of the explanations brewing behind his lips. "I think this would be a little too much."

"How?" Eddie frowns, confused.

"Well, a bachelor she has just met is asking for her keys to make copies. It's a little too much too fast, don't you think?"

Eddie opens his mouth, closes it. Frowns.

"Maybe?"

"How would you feel if a new friend thought they know better how many keys you should own?" Wayne raises his eyebrows. "And took it upon themself to do it for you?"

"Okay, fine, I hear you!" Eddie groans, throwing his hands up. 

Wayne sips on his coffee, now calm enough that his nephew won't do something too stupid. 

"With that said, I too think it's silly to not have a spare."

"Thank you," Eddie murmurs, drumming his fingers against his cup. "So what do I do?"

"Buy her flowers, ever heard of it?" Wayne raises his eyebrow. 

Eddie twists his mouth, unconvinced with the idea. 

"I don't know, it sounds pretty forward..."

Wayne almost snorts his coffee out of his nose.

Eddie follows the blanket permission he got the last day and walks up to Steph's apartment around the same time. Since he felt that bringing her flowers would be too much, he settled on cookies from his favorite bakery. They could share them with coffee or tea, and it wouldn't be too weird. 

It's just...

He really hopes they could actually talk.

When he opens the doors labeled 54, he's hit with the smell of spices. Steph leans through the kitchen door to greet him.

"Hi! I'm making fried rice, do you want some?"

Eddie nods, curbing the desire to come over and kiss her.

"Yeah, it smells good." He steps into the kitchen, setting the cookies on the counter. "Can I help with something?"

Steph keeps stirring for a second, before she points to one of the cupboards.

"Take out two bowls, please?" she asks.

Eddie's been in the apartment all alone, and he's looked through Steph's stuff to some extent. Opening cupboards while she's cooking shouldn't feel as thrilling as it does. 

When she finishes the food, he grabs beers for the two of them, and they move to the the living room again, a movie already waiting to be played.

"Is Willow okay?" she asks, hovering over the play button, and Eddie's eyes couldn't go any wider. Only one lamp is left on in the room, and the TV is illuminating Steph like an angel offering him the finest pleasures in life. 

"Is the sky blue?" he shoots back. "It's one of my favorites." 

She smiles, all self satisfied and wide, like she already knew he'll love the movie. 

Eddie tilts his head, eyeing her suspiciously. 

"Did Wayne tell you?"

Steph shakes her head 'no'. 

"It was a lucky guess," she admits coyly. 

Oh, to be known like that by another human. Have someone with enough intimate knowledge of him to guess his thoughts, pick out things they know he'll like. She knows he'll like. 

Eddie does like the movie, but he wishes it was something boring so they could talk. Of course, he's also enjoying having Steph pressed against his shoulder, and the movie is a great excuse to just be in her presence, without the responsible adult communication thing. 

It's when she gets up asking if he wants another beer, when he realizes he's been too engrossed in the movie. 

"Uh, I'm not even halfway," he says, moving the bottle in his hand. 

"But are you gonna drink more?"

"Probably," he shrugs. 

She brings back another four beers, and as this time he's paying attention, he notices she's already drunk a fair amount of the one she's holding.

"Everything okay?" he asks gently. He doesn't remember Steph drinking this fast, or this much, during their previous hang-outs. And it's a weekday, too.

"Mhm, yep." She plops down next to him heavily, but even the weight of her body against him doesn't soothe his nerves. On the contrary. It's easy to tell she's already tipsy, and she's planning to have at least two more beers, including the one in her hand. 

"Not to be a buzzkill, you know..." Eddie licks his lips nervously. "But you're drinking more than usual."

She makes an amused sound, deep in her throat.

"Tell that to my high school self."

"Well, I'm telling it to my adult friend Stephanie, I don't know that other one."

Steph huffs, staring at the screen.

"Good."

At loss of what else to say, he leans back against the couch, hoping the press of their shoulders will bring her some comfort his words apparently can't. He's turning to the TV, when she speaks up.

"I have something to tell you."

Eddie's eyes immediately go back to her, but she's staring ahead. 

"Yeah?" he prompts.

"After the movie."

He's confused and worried, but since she wants him to stay, it can't be anything bad, right?

"Okay," he says, feeling anything but. All the possible confessions are going through his mind, movie forgotten. The only things he's aware of are Steph's movements when she brings up the bottle to her lips, and her muscles flex against his arm, and his own racing thoughts. 

She's going to tell him she's a lesbian just like Robin. Maybe they're secretly a long distance couple, or she has a thing with Joyce. Or she has a man in another state. A secret family, a husband? What if she has a kid? Eddie would make a good step-dad, but he wasn't planning for that any time soon. Or maybe it's way simpler than that, and she'll finally tell him to stop, that she's not interested, never was. That Eddie, a metal musician still in college, isn't worth it. 

"I wasn't born a woman."

The credits are rolling on the screen, letters forming Eddie's miserable scenarios, and he's so focused on them he barely hears Steph's words. But finally, he turns his head towards her. She's slumped next to him, picking on the label of her empty beer bottle. He's so relieved he doesn't understand what's going on.

"I know." Not his best reaction but he can't believe she's been worried about it all this time, drinking just to tell him something he's already figured out.

Steph frowns, before turning to him with glassy eyes. 

"You know?"

He points to the collage on her wall.

"You have your old photos right there?"

She stares at the display like she's seeing it for the first time in her life. Her eyes widen with the realization and she makes a sound between a snort and a groan, head falling back. 

"Of course I fucking do."

Eddie drums his fingers against his beer bottle. He still has a couple of swings left. 

"Is that what you were so worried about?"

"Of course!" She throws out her hands angrily, startling him. "It's always 'do you not want me, Steph?' and then 'ew, you have a what?' or 'i always wanted to fuck someone like that' and honestly? At this point I don't know which one is worse. So yes, I was fucking worried!" 

Steph stands up angrily, swaying a little, but she quickly catches her balance. She starts gathering the empty bottles and Eddie rushes to help before she drops any and makes a mess, but she gathers them petulantly in her arms. 

"You can go, I got this," she says dismissively. 

"I want to help," he protests, hands held out uselessly. Steph marches to the kitchen, all the bottles pressed close to her chest. Eddie quickly follows, but she safely deposits them all in the sink and stares at them, expression hidden by her hair. 

"Stop sucking up to me. I'm not something to be scratched off a bucket list."

"What?" Eddie frowns. 

Steph finally turns towards him, and now he wishes she didn't. Her eyes are sad and angry and he doesn't like them directed at him like that. 

"Is that why you kissed me? Because you knew?"

'I always wanted to fuck someone like that.'

"No. No," he protests firmly. "I liked you before that, it doesn't matter to me."

"Are you sure?" she scoffs. "You might change your mind when I get undressed."

"I highly doubt that." He crosses his arms over his chest. "I've told you I'm not deterred by d—" His eyes widen momentarily, the word lodging in his throat, but Steph only rolls her eyes with annoyance. 

"You can say 'dick'. I have a dick. I am a woman with a dick."

That's a lot of dicks for just a few words. And Eddie is trying to prove that he's into them but not in a weird way. Which is difficult when you're rarely normal about anything. 

"Yeah, that, and I've had close encounters with those, though never on a woman before," he admits. "I would operate whatever genitals you have because they're yours, not because I'm hoping they're a certain way. I don't care. Well, I care because they're yours, but if you told me I can never touch or look, that's okay." Though what a travesty that would be. What about all the orgasms he promised her in his head? But she still has a prostate, right? He probably could—

"Say it," Steph interrupts his futuristic plans.

"Huh?"

"Say I have a dick." She crosses her arms tightly over her chest. 

Eddie inhales deeply. 

"You have a dick. It doesn't matter to me either way. You could have a pussy, a dick, or a cacti, and I would accommodate. Though we probably would have to get rid of the thorns on the last one. Or get me some protective gear."

She lets out a startled snort.

"Yeah, sure. We'll see about that."

It sounds like a challenge, and while Eddie might hate sports, he loves games. If it's up his alley, he can get competitive easily, and this one promises great treasures, if he wins. 

If only he knew the rules. 

"Tomorrow, same time. Wear something comfortable."

Eddie's eyes widen.

"For what?" His voice comes out higher than he'd like, but his mind quickly resurfaces from the gutter it found itself in, and he frowns, suddenly suspicious. "Will you make me exercise?"

Her features soften, and a playful smirk pulls on her lips. 

"You'll see."

Her smile is a good sign, even if it's at his expense, so he decides not to push his luck anymore and end the night here. 

"Well, I'm gonna..." He awkwardly motions to the door, hesitating. 

Steph is leaning against the bar counter, watching him knowingly. 

"You can get a goodnight kiss tonight," she says, resting her cheek against her palm. "Or get more tomorrow."

Eddie wonders, if the game has already started. He puts his quick Dungeon Master wits to work, and figures with how far he's come, he gets advantage on the Charisma check. 

"I could live off of goodnight kisses for forever," he says. "There's no need for anything more."

He almost feels bad at how fast her resolve crumbles, giving place to fiery red flush. 

"Fucking charmer," she scoffs almost angrily, before rounding the counter towards him. The energy coming off of her makes him take a step back, and he hits the front door. Steph's nails scratch the wooden surface right next to his ear. She tilts her head. 

"You're gonna put your money where your mouth is?" 

Eddie's been trying to get better at that, sometimes to his own demise—staying true to his words, keeping promises. So he reaches for her neck and pulls her in.

It's more like their first kiss than the last one. It's hungrier, the knowledge that they both want more seeping into their muscles, grasping at clothes, pulling and pushing. Eddie groans into Steph's hot mouth, happy to be pressed between her soft, strong body, and the cold door. She pushes even closer, gathering the sound with her tongue and claiming it for herself. 

They pull apart with a wet smack, and Steph laughs breathily at the dopey smile she finds directed at her. She pats Eddie's cheek affectionately and untangles herself from his grasp. The door clicks when she twists the lock, and it seems to bring Eddie back from his daze. 

"Goodnight, Eddie," she says pointedly. 

He blinks at her, before his soft smile comes back, and he reaches up again to place one last kiss on her lips. 

"Goodnight. See you tomorrow," he smiles, before slipping outside the door. 

Steph is terrible person, and also more smitten with this boy than she'd want to admit, so she looks through the peephole at the dimly lit corridor. She hopes Eddie can't hear her chuckle at the silly dance he does while walking away from her door.

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help me with rent

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for getting tubal ligation, eloping with my two girlfriends, adopting a cat and moving out, all in two weeks and without telling my mother?

🏥💍🐈🏠

So, I (F, 21) have been planning for a long time to sort out my life. I live in a European country, I'm in college and work part-time. For years, I've been saving up money to get financially independent as fast as possible and move out of my parents' apartment. I also wanted to have enough to pay for tubal ligation procedure, because I don't ever want children and would feel much more at ease when I'm certain that I can't physically get pregnant. My mother from the beginning was very against that idea, telling me I'll change my mind later and not to do anything permanent.

Two years ago, I've met two wonderful women, A (26) and K (23) on a discord server dedicated to our shared hobby (writing fanfiction). We'd been talking and messaging for months, eventually creating our own server and sharing our irl names and faces. It naturally progressed to a point where we chose to call it a relationship (I'm on the aroace spectrum, we're all neurodivergent and have a weird relationships with gender so it's not a traditional romantic/sexual relationship by any means). We're all from the same country so we met up a few times before deciding to all move to one city and live together. K and I are finishing our bachelor's degrees and A works from home so there weren't any obstacles. We found a flat and A moved in, waiting for me and K.

My mother knew I was bisexual and dating A and K, but thought again that it was "just a phase" and that we were only friends pretending to date for some reason. I love my parents, they are great and supportive people but sometimes it can be so exhausting to convince them of something when they believe they're absolutely right. So, I just stopped talking to my mother about my relationship and plans for the future. I visited A (and K after she moved in) in our apartment without permanently staying there yet.

A, K and I got an idea to celebrate us finishing college and A getting a job promotion by going abroad for a week. K jokingly suggested that we could visit another country and get married (gay marriage is still illegal in our country). Obviously, polyamorous marriages are not legal anywhere in Europe, but A told us at the beginning of our relationship that she never wanted to get legally married for personal reasons (but a non-binding marriage ceremony was fine with her). So, all three of us could have a ceremony and K and me could get legally married (the marriage still wouldn't be legally recognized in our country though). Then I also realized that I could get a tubal ligation in the country which we wanted to travel to (tubal ligation procedure is also illegal in our country).

I knew my mother would be against both of those decisions and I didn't want to argue with her the entire time before I left abroad. So, I just told her I'm going on holidays with my two friends for a week and she accepted that. I've also been slowly moving a lot of my stuff from my room in my parents' apartment to our apartment and was ready to completely relocate.

Anyway, the wedding went great (the witnesses were six people we knew from the discord server where we first met, who lived close by and could get to the wedding site easily), my operation went great, the trip was great, and just as we returned a friend asked if we wanted a kitten, because their cat had recently had some. We agreed.

When I was sure everything was settled, I called my mother and told her about the wedding, the operation, the move and the kitten. She was shocked and angry, said she felt disappointed and betrayed I hadn't told her about any of my plans, didn't even invite her to the wedding and that I damaged my body and would regret having my tubes tied. I tried explaining that I didn't know how she would react, that based on our previous interactions I hadn't thought she'd be supportive and that I wanted make my decisions without also having endure her disapproval. She cried, told me I hurt her and to give her some time to deal with all the revelations.

I feel terrible for upsetting my mom, but honestly, I think I did the right thing and that informing her beforehand would've ruined my mood and I'd have had to argue with her on the phone constantly during the trip.

So, Tumblr, AITA?

[delphi-shield]

ᴀ ɴᴏɴ-ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏꜱꜱ & ɢʀɪᴇꜰ // claire redfield

Claire Redfield x Reader hurt/comfort, fluff wc: 1.4k read on ao3 we always talk abt leon's raccoon city trauma but claire was there toooo she had hopes and dreams and her aspirations were ripped away from her in one night!!!

summary: Raccoon City took parts of Claire that she can never get back. She suffers prettily most days, a poster-child for how to handle survivor's guilt. Others, she torments herself with what could have been.

Or;

Claire decides to go back to finish her interrupted undergraduate degree.

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, reader's pov

Claire keeps washing the same damn coffee mug.

It's been like this for the past five minutes. Claire half-heartedly scrubs at the cup, her mind somewhere far away, eyes glazed over.

That's what you picture, at least. From where you're seated, you can only see her back, her profile carved from the warm light of your apartment. It would be idyllic if you didn't know better. Stress suspends her at the kitchen sink, a string wound between her limbs that pulls her taut.

“You're gonna scrub the design off,” you warn. It takes a moment for your voice to penetrate her stupor. You picture her blinking, shaking her head slightly. Her ponytail swings gently, the image of her in your mind transposed into your kitchen.

Claire shuts the water off. She grabs a cloth to dry her mug. A new fixation. She's rubbing the damn thing hard enough that the ceramic squeals under her grip.

This is the part that takes patience.

Claire's been hemming and hawing like this for weeks now. It's never shaky hands and uncertain words with her - it's furrowed brow and loud huffs, a tumultuous battle within herself that leaves you in her wake. Dinners alone, late nights spent peering around the corner of her office, asking her if she's coming to bed. She returns your texts late, disjointed thoughts spilling into midday messages. You piece her meaning together from the shrapnel. Collateral damage.

As much as you'd love to light the spark in her eyes again, to smooth the worried creases from her forehead and ply what bothers her from pursed lips, you know it's futile. She needs the time and the space to tell you on her own, when she's ready. Push too hard and you'll get burned.

It's not work that's troubling her - you had checked. She presents at a conference next month, but in typical Claire fashion, she’ll do all her worrying about that the week before.

Chris is fine, too. That's the other big one that sets her teeth on edge. You'd checked in with him the other night. (Though you always suspected he alerted Claire of your calls. He wasn't good at keeping secrets where Claire was concerned. You're similar that way, you suppose.)

The cup stops squeaking. You lift your head up, dare to peer out of your foxhole. Claire's back is still turned to you. You duck back down, scroll on your phone to paint the illusion of casualty. Casualness, you correct yourself.

“I'm thinking about going back to school.”

You don't even pick your head up. “Oh, like for your master’s?”

Claire’s silence raises your eyes. Her shoulders are still drawn up high in her cream button-up.

“No,” she manages. Jesus, you've never heard her sound so small. “For my bachelor’s.”

You set your phone to the side and nod to the seat across from you. Your cheek squishes against your fist and you carefully curate your expression. A vulnerable Claire is a volatile Claire.

“So, like, a different major, or..?"

“I don't know.” Frustration sets her brow in a harsh crag. She huffs, swatting the question away with a hand.

Just gotta let her work this out, you remind yourself, biting your tongue. Something about this has her flayed open in her own home. She folds her arms across her chest, hands slotting against her ribs to stem the bleeding.

Claire's eyes flit to your phone. When you don't pick it back up, refuse to scroll aimlessly until the conversation is forgotten, she scowls.

“You know I never graduated, right?”

“Really?” You blink, shrug, anything to stay nonchalant. “I guess I just figured you had.”

“I finished my freshman year. Then Raccoon City happened.”

Your heart dips. It always comes back to Raccoon City eventually. You wonder if she spends more time in that burned out shell of a city than anywhere else, if her far-off looks always lead her back to the decimation and the rot.

You reach across to squeeze her hand. “You wanna go back?”

Claire nods. Her eyes filter past you, over your shoulder.

“I don't like leaving unfinished business.”

“I know.”

“God, it would be expensive. Like, a total waste of money.”

“Weren't you just bragging about TerraSave's tuition reimbursement plan like, a couple weeks ago?”

“Yeah, but…” The argument dies on her tongue, her words splattering on the table between you. You trace idle shapes against the back of her hand, waiting for her to disarm herself.

You can think of any number of reasons to tell her not to. You're sure they're the same ones that spin in her head now. Realistically, she doesn't need the degree. Not having it isn't preventing her from progressing in her career. She's been more than successful without it. But this isn't about her future. It's about her past.

Finally, she takes her finger off the trigger. Her shoulders round. Whether it's in defeat or acceptance, it doesn't make much of a difference.

“I don't know, I just – I'm almost 40.” She rolls her eyes, trying to cover up the way her voice had softened. “It's kind of weird to go back and sit in Comp 101 with a bunch of eighteen year olds.”

“Fuck ‘em.” Claire snorts, but the set of her shoulders doesn't round like you'd hoped. You reach across the table, fingers loosely encircling her wrist. “I'm serious, baby. Who cares? You'd tell me the same thing.”

“You don't think it's a waste of time?”

I don't think anything that helps you bury Raccoon City is a waste of time, you want to say. You weave around the landmine instead.

“No way. What major are you going to pick?”

“I was a psych major before everything…” She gestures nebulously in the air between you. A soft tap-tap-tap stirs from beneath the table, her heel clicking against the floor anxiously. “You know.”

You hum and squeeze her hand a little tighter, try to drag her off the streets of Raccoon City. You bounce ideas off of each other, both serious and silly.

This is nothing that will be decided over The course of one night, but she ends up leaning away from psychology. It's more practical to study business, she says. More useful for her work.

You've long devolved into talking nonsense. Claire had asked about your college experience, and you'd picked the stupidest stories possible, trying to see her smile, to see her throw her head back with laughter.

You pause mid-sentence, gasp, eyes sparking bright. “Oh my god, you're gonna be a non-trad. Let's get you one of those backpacks with wheels.”

“Stop,” she laughs, swatting your arm.

“I'm serious. You gotta have the full experience.”

“You're ridiculous.”

“You have to walk down the middle of the sidewalk no matter what.”

“I'm probably just going to do online classes.”

“And you only have two speeds - really fast, or the slowest walker on campus.”

“I'm definitely doing online classes.”

You shake your head. You're definitely ordering her that bag, even if she won't use it. As much as she travels, she might actually get some use out of it, even if she isn't physically attending classes.

You rise from the table and fill her sparkling clean mug with a layer of honey (local, the farmer's market last Saturday, her hand in your back pocket and fresh banana bread dangling from from the bag in the crook of her arm) and switch the kettle on. While you rifle through the cabinet for her favorite tea, you drum up your courage to ask something that could sour the peace.

“How come you never went back to school before now?”

For a moment, you worry you've ruined things. You peer over your shoulder at her, evaluating the thoughtful look on her face carefully.

“I had a lot going on. There was this whole thing with Chris, and–” Claire looks over at you, mischief burning in her eyes. “Hey. Did I ever tell you I'm not allowed back into France?”

“What.”

“Yeah. Not kidding. Hope you didn't want to honeymoon in Paris.”

The kettle clicks off. You nearly spill the water on yourself trying to pour her tea. Bustling back over, you carefully place it in front of her and then careen into your seat. Your chin drops into your hand.

“Tell me everything.”

Claire laughs. Her limbs loosen, both hands curled around her favorite mug. She leans in close and starts her tale. Paris, Antarctica - you wouldn't believe her if she were anyone else.

But she isn't. She's Claire Redfield, and she's finally back in your apartment, hand curled around your thigh. There's no Raccoon City in her eyes anymore. It will be back - she will always be there, in part. You aren't naîve enough to think otherwise. Tonight is proof, though, that she won't be stuck there.

[creedslove]

hello mari!!

i hope i won't be asking for too much but can i have some javi p as confused dad girl? (for example reader is with her family in the other state and javi has to take care of his little princesa because she has a cold) i feel like this would make my day better especially when i'm sick (my fever is driving me crazyyy)

Javier Peña x f!reader

A/N: ohhh it's alright baby, I'm sorry it took me a couple of days to get it done 🥺 I hope you're feeling better by then baby, if you aren't just take care of yourself and message me whenever you want 🥺❣️ love you 💞

"¿Qué pasa mariposita?"

• Javi sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed that was way too small for him and watched as his daughter's sad and glossy eyes stared at him after coughing her tiny little heart out

"I don't feel well daddy"

• Analuz pouted as Javi nodded and placed his hand on her forehead, feeling how feverish her skin was and the realization was that his precious mariposita was sick

• when you had to travel for a couple of days and leave town in order to see your family, Javi had the task of taking care of your little toddler and he was sure it would be a weekend full of fun and it was until his sweet baby girl woke up with a nasty cough, fever and a sore throat

• Javi refused to believe it had anything to do with the fact Analuz and himself spent the whole Saturday swimming in the pool and having ice cream, after all, Javier Peña was sure there wasn't such a thing as too much swimming pool and ice cream

• so Javi turns into full dad mode and he's ready to help his beautiful princess; the first thing he does is to go after the tylenol and medicate his sweet princess

• then, he takes her to the couch, wrapped into her favorite warm blanket and puts on whatever she wants to watch: cartoons, disney movies, videos about animals, his princess got it all

• and then Javi had to remember his old Colombian era, in which he was a single man living in a bachelor pad and he had to cook his own meals in order to prepare his beautiful daughter some soup

• and even if it wasn't as good as the ones you often made it, Analuz loved it, because it was her daddy who had prepared it for her and she thought it was delicious

• she asked him for a hot chocolate mug and even if Javier knew he shouldn't give her chocolate, he figured her tummy was fine, so why not

• they finished Sunday cuddled up on the couch, Javi and his precious mariposita drinking some hot chocolate and watching a princess movie

• Analuz her had tiny fingers gripped into her daddy's shirt as she rested against his chest, her breathing was calm and her eyes were so heavy even if she tried fighting sleep

• he took her to bed and kissed her forehead, wishing his beautiful daughter goodnight and going to bed; he phoned you and told you all about their weekend, the good and the bad part

• you praised him and assured him he was a great dad and you were so proud of him, and Javi told you how much Analuz and himself missed you

• you said goodbye and went to bed, knowing you'd be back to your family in a couple of days even if it felt too long to be away from them ❣️

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[concerningwolves]

The 'When Dealing with Wolves' re-release announcement

I've been mumbling about this decision on here for a while, so I figured it's time for An Official Announcement post. If you're new here, When Dealing with Wolves is my debut novel, which was originally published four years ago (four years and 4 days, to be precise: on June 30th 2021). It's book one of two in The Wyrdseren, a series about humans and (talking) wolves living in the aftermath of a past they've forgotten they once shared.

Thing is, lots has happened since then (starting a bachelor's degree, building up my editing career, writing other books, life fuckery); some of this stuff just slowed me down, and some of it has made me much stronger as a writer. I feel like publishing the second book now while the first one no longer reflects who I am as an author would do the whole series a disservice. That, and in my rush to publish WDWW last time, I made choices about the story that I regret now. But seeing as I'm self-published, I can do what I want forever, so! When Dealing with Wolves is getting revised and re-released.

This post has all the information on how it's going to work and what's getting changed. You can learn more about the novel here.

How it's going to work:

I'm going to finish this draft of book two, The Kindness of Ravens, first, seeing as this draft is going to be the last before revisions. Then I'm going to go in and overhaul WDWW. Key things to know are:

Both the revised WDWW and TKoR will be released at the same time (I'm not even going to guess at a release date yet though lol).

You'll have the option of getting either both of the ebooks as a bundle at a special price, or buying them seperately full price each. I'm going to work out the details for physical books (likely just paperback) closer to release time.

I'm going to take down legacy WDWW over the weekend so it will no longer be available.

Following my tag #The Wyrdseren is the best way to stay tuned for now, and/or you can ask to be added to the series' taglist:

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The scale and scope of changes:

This will still very much be the same book – the same core story, characters, themes and magic system – just polished and refined to better match up to where my storytelling skills are now. My planned changes mostly cover:

continuity / making the two books more cohesive as a whole

pacing

refining certain aspects of the worldbuilding and magic "rules" that never quite sat right with me.

(And now I can incorporate all the viking history special interest reading i've done since then! yay!). Also have some changes planned to Thrigg's backstory that I'm pretty excited about :3

+ I do not know why I ever said yes to my copyeditor applying the Chicago Manual of Style when a) I write UK English and b) I don't like how CMOS handles ellipses & prefer spaced en dashes over closed up em dashes. So I'm changing that too.

[tia-amorosa]

Episode 35: Matters of the heart (Part 4)

The Operation

The next morning. It was quite exhausting for Michael to watch the others eating breakfast. But he knew that he wasn't allowed to eat anything until he'd had his operation. After the meal was finished, Ethan went to work and Holly decided to accompany Peter and Michael. What was she supposed to do at home alone?

It is usually the case that a patient who has an operation the next morning should arrive at the hospital the day before to be admitted to the ward. However, as everything had to be coordinated a little differently, Michael was allowed to arrive on the morning of the appointment.

When they arrived at the hospital, there wasn't much going on. “Maybe… we could have left a bit later”/ "I talked about it all the time, but you really wanted to leave straight away. That won't get you there any quicker". Michael once again rubbed his thighs nervously “I know, sorry… man, my hands are sweating”.

"It's the excitement, that's why your hands are sweating. “/ ”Mhm, thanks for coming along, Holly“/ ”Someone has to hold down the fort alongside Peter, don't they? Besides, I want to keep your sister in the loop“/”yes, she would have liked to come along, but it's Monday and school has started again. I don't want her to neglect anything".

“She's been with Mortimer for a while now…hn, do you think they've had sex?”/ "I… I don't think I really want to know. Pauline and Xander always keep an eye on her, though. All I know is that every now and then one of them sleeps over at the other's place. “/ ”mhm, Oh, I think they're taking their time“/ ”hm, mhm".

At some point, Michael could no longer stay in his seat and he paced up and down the waiting room. Then the door opened. And Michael immediately recognized the doctor he had spoken to. "Oh, I hadn't misheard her. Man told me you've been waiting a while, Mr. Bachelor“/ ”hh, yes, that's right".

The doctor had a calm demeanor, which was immediately passed on to Michael. "I'm glad you're here on time, of course. Are you all right, are you sober?“/ ”unfortunately yes“/ ”hnhn, I promise you, as soon as you're awake and clear-headed again, we'll bring you a little something“/ ”that's nice… hm, so here we go?".

"Exactly. I'll accompany you to the operating theater right away. I've made sure you're the first one today. “/ ”Thank you. And are you really going to be there for the procedure?“/ ”Of course, hn. I'll personally make sure that your heart works properly again“/ ”The tire change…“/ ”What?“/ ”Oh, nothing. Can I just…" Michael gestured briefly to his friend. the doctor smiled and nodded. “Of course.”

The doctor gave the two men a brief moment to say goodbye, at least for the moment. “I don't know what to say right now… Good luck?”/"Well, that would be the least you could say, hnhn. Thank you. See you later, okay?“/”mhm, don't fuck around in there".

"What am I supposed to do in there? I'll sleep and then… hopefully I'll wake up again". His words were dripping with sarcasm. “Oh Micha, don't say it like that”/ “sorry, Holly…”/ “hh, you're going now, okay?”/ “mhm.”. The two kissed again, then the doctor and Michael disappeared through the door she had come through.

After the door had closed, Peter stared at it for a while. Did he expect it to open again? Who knows… Then he took a deep breath. “Hey, he'll be fine, huh”. That touch from Holly did him good. Then he nodded. "He was so relaxed. Now I'm the one who's more scared. And I don't know if I can sit still here for three hours".

Holly was still stroking his shoulder a little, while he didn't really know where to look at all. "You don't have to sit around all the time either. We can grab a coffee or something to eat here. Or we can stay outside.“/ ”I hope they have good, strong coffee here. I could puke from the shit from the vending machine".

While Peter and Holly enjoyed a coffee in the cafeteria, Michael was given a nightgown in the preparation room, which he had to exchange for his normal clothes. He looked at the garment with a slight grin and imagined that Peter would surely make some kind of joke about it. Then he changed his clothes and lay down on the treatment table.

Just a few minutes later, Michael was taken to the smaller operating theater, where the anaesthetist was already waiting for him. The attending doctor had also already prepared herself for the procedure. The procedure was carried out by inserting a catheter through one of the larger veins in the body up to the heart, preferably through the groin. The old, malfunctioning heart valve is then removed with great sensitivity and the new one inserted.

Of course, Peter also knew how the operation was going to take place, he was present at the consultation that Michael had attended. But he kept having horrible images in his head of situations that could happen during the operation. Even the strong coffee didn't really help. By now, the first hour had passed.

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@greenplumbboblover , @solorisims , @honeywinesims ⭐

[bredforloyalty]

what were u studying? and why did you quit if it’s not too personal

of course it's not too personal! (this is my blog where i yap hdsgvy and i'm just touched anyone even asks)

short version is it made me want to off myself so i stopped / i stopped studying psychology because of my psychological problems ahaha and also i didn't want it all that much to begin with, and also i might have some problems with studying itself (some kind of brain problem), and also the circumstances because i'm back at home and it's not good, and also i'd just rather work and focus on anything else other than a "career" now. i don't want assignments i want something to do with my hands and people to see. i want to enjoy things again. and not have this hanging over my head

longer version: i was doing a psychology bachelor's, i had one course—a research project—to go and the final exam after that. this was my third time with this subject, because, well there are three types of research projects we have to do and the essay type was fine (no data, no stats, just theory), then the questionnaire research i failed in the 4th semester. 5th semester i tried to do both the questionnaire and the experiment research projects (both requiring like actual collection of data) and could only finish the one i had begun before, bc i didn't have to do a wholly different one of the same kind of questionnaire research, i could just pick up the one i had before. these are ~15 page scientific papers by the way, title page and sources and all not included. so i finished that, but i had to ask for an extension and then ANOTHER extension. and i cried most days. it was bad. i got a 5 (A). at this time i was still living in another city, where the campus is, away from home, and this helped, that i was alone in my apartment And i had a friend talking me through the whole process (!!). and it was easier research than the ones that would come after, genuinely. 6th semester (last one), you're not really supposed to do research, because if you want to graduate w everyone else, you have to hand it in about 2 months into the semester, because you have to compile all your research into a portfolio and upload it, so they'll let you take the final exam during the exam period of that semester

now, the first problem was i couldn't do it in 2 months, so i was gonna do the final exam and get the diploma next semester, so a whole summer later. and i moved back home. this freaked out my mother big time. i'll never forget the 3 hours in the car on our way back from the apartment, after we packed up. she was vicious. anyway not only did i not hand in my portfolio, i just couldn't finish the paper. worked a little over the summer, i tried again with new research this september, traveled there and back in the same day (mondays) to talk to the consultant. i finally got a student job, it was and is sooo important to me because i like the environment and the people there are actually normal. and treat me like a person. i was always told and i feared that i'd never get a job or i'd be fired because i'm stupid and incompetent and i can't handle a "real" job (→ i had to study and do something intellectual) and this was not the case.. all of my fears were unfounded actually everything is okay there and i'm not an unpleasant person that customers avoid. in fact i'm pleasant. and i get on well with everyone there. i really like making coffee, i'm kind of looking for a full-time barista job or something similar right now

um. for context my dad does physical work and my mom is white collar. they're getting a divorce now, both just unhappy people, my dad's a misogynist they really hate each other he's hurt my mom a lot. etc. my mom really really really wanted me to get a diploma, she thinks the only reason i would opt out is laziness and a general disinterest for all useful things in life (i think this is related, she wants me to have a better life than dad and to be a different, better person). i couldn't stand her breathing down my neck. two days ago she checked on me SEVEN times during the day, asking if i'm studying (i wasn't btw). my home life is frequently awful even without the added stress of studying, i just couldn't do it anymore. i never even liked studying, it made me miserable most of the time, to have things that i Must do by a certain deadline. some lectures/seminars were fun and stimulating and some weren't, some schools of thought i'm really interested in and others i think are horseshit, this is normal stuff. still, i didn't really find my place within psychology ? and anyway, if i decided i wanted to be a child therapist or a family therapist or work in adoption, it's a looong road there.

if i can only do a 15 page research paper with several extensions and while using up all of my energy to deal with the personal/mental health crisis that is "important project", Without actually ever dealing and resolving this crisis (because, i did try again and again and the same crisis would set in every time), the master's degree is just out of the question. psych BA is half a degree, it's useless in this country without the master's. except for being able to say "i have a degree", it's good for that, some employers ask for only that. and there are certain MAs you can do with a psych BA that aren't psych so of course it wouldn't have been useless. but that's just not reason enough to keep doing this, y'know? it was painful and destabilizing, i couldn't let go of this idea that my academic success or my output or my work is what i'm worth. intellectually, personally. so if i don't do well, i'm dumb or i can't think in complex concepts or my. executive functions are just subpar and i'll never make it in fields that require any studying at all (ofc as i saw it, this last thing would still be my fault because i should've learned to study better and should've worked on my attention span and should've just Wanted it harder and learned to stick with things, and learned to do stuff i don't want to do, or that i don't enjoy doing).

this was untenable, i worked myself into these states, my family couldn't deal with me or help me either. but the main reason i've decided to quit uni (for now; for at least a year i'm quitting and then i'll see if i resume the program) is i want to do something on my own terms. and not be obligated to finish this for my mother, or to be the kind of person she requires me to be. i can't be that person. i'm my own person. as long as i live here and i'm studying (and failing and trying again and failing and-), i can't be my own person. if i finish this program, it has to be because i'm in a better place and ideally getting more support and because i really want it. and it's my thing. currently uni isn't my thing, it's my mother's thing... so yeah i'm much happier now that i've let go of this, and promised myself i'd do what i can to be financially stable (somewhat) and to move out!

[apocalyptic0survivor]

Art, Etsy & Life update

Money isn't moneying (especially as my sweet little Lux had to go to the vet TWICE recently, I'm so grateful that he is fine now ❤️ but my money situation is not D: ) and life isn't lifeying (I had severe burnout at work 2,5 years ago, and the crawl back has been slow... I am back at feeling okay again but I do feel very off-kilter at getting back on track. I want to go on adventures so bad but it's like depression has me in a constant paralyzed state and I don't know how to get out of it.

Goodest boy:

I've recently opened an Etsy shop and I'm so excited and proud of myself! :D (Please go check out Lumos0LuxTattoos) For now, I only have art prints for sale. I would love to have charms and keychains etc, but sadly, I apparently live in Narnia... I've tried to convert my art into merch with the help of Vograce but I just live in a weird place in the middle of the ocean that no one knows about or ships to.

Do any of you have any tips of art-to-merch sites that deliver to weird places on the map? (I don't completely want to say, but I am in Europe. Just looking for general recommendations). The tip would be highly appreciated!

I make cute art like these:

And character art, like so:

My current dream is to be a tattoo artist, for that I am mostly fascinated by geometric designs:

But cute and or creepy-cute art would also be so fun to tattoo!

I don't really know where to start. Even though I love living where I live, it is also way to small. Shipping is a nightmare apparently, I have very limited options and chances to get an apprenticeship and so many more things. This is a bit of a ramble post, so sorry!! I am slowly panicking but I'm going to try and keep a positive look on things.

First thing first is to spread word about my Etsy shop, get some money. Save up to become a piercer, start working as a piercer, sell more Etsy-art. Get more money. Buy a van, build that out, move somewhere. Get an apprenticeship. Be a tattoo artist!!

Something like that.

(Also finish my bachelor's degree that I don't really care for, but I have been struggling with it so much and it is nearly done so I guess I have to finish it)

Some links of interests: - My Etsy Shop - YouTube - TikTok - Art Instagram - Personal Instagram

[springsteenicious]

Pieces of a Harmony

part one of my draft clean out is chapter one of a fic I abandoned called Pieces of a Harmony! don't know why I called it that!

The original idea for this was to be a band AU. If anyone remembers when I was toying around with a fic called Add It Up, this is my restarted draft of that. But I don't where I was going with it and I have no idea what I'm doing with all the stuff I wrote for Add It Up. If you want to learn more about that fic, look at my tag for it.

In this story, Donna is marrying my OC Jack O'Connor (WTOE). Eric went to NYU and met the people he will later start a band with, and the character Jenna you will meet here is his intended love interest since Donna is married. Hyde and Jackie reunite at the wedding.

Word Count: 3,064

Pairings: Hyde/Jackie, Donna/Jack, Eric/Jenna

1985 

Hyde raised his hand to knock on the front door when Donna poked her head out the window right next to it. “Don’t knock!” she shouted. “I just painted the door.” 

He lowered his hand. “Okay. Can you let me in?” 

“Yeah, one second.” Donna went back in the window and a moment later, the door opened. Hyde went in. 

“How’s it going? Where’s Jack?” 

“Jack is figuring out what’s wrong with the bathroom sink. If you want to help him, follow the sound of angry Gaelic muttering.” Donna gestured vaguely up the stairs. 

Hyde nodded and went up, Donna behind him. “Everything else good? You like the house?” 

“Yeah, I do. I’m glad we’re moving in before the wedding. I would have been stressed the whole honeymoon if we still didn’t have a house.” 

“I’m glad you moved too, I was getting sick of having you in my apartment,” Hyde teased. He walked into the bathroom, where Jack was hunched by the sink, cursing at a pipe.

Donna touched his shoulder lightly. “What did I tell you about straining your leg?” 

He looked up at her. “That I shouldn’t do it?” 

“Mhm. Now stand up, Hyde’s gonna fix the sink.” 

Jack used the sink as leverage to stand up. Hyde took his place under the sink. "You got a wrench?" Donna handed him the wrench, and he sealed a loose pipe. "Try that." 

Jack turned on the sink, and the water came out. "Damn. I should just stop trying to fix things around the house, it never works out." 

"How's this: I'll fix stuff, and you can cook," Donna suggested with a smile. 

"I was gonna cook anyway," Jack said. "But that sounds wonderful, a chroí." 

"No one makes me feel more single than you two," Hyde said. "Anyway, I came to help you move in. And to tell you that Forman finally called me back and said he's coming to the wedding, with a plus one." 

Donna smiled. "Does he have a girlfriend? Boyfriend?" 

"No. He's bringing this girl from NYU who he's just friends with. He was very adamant about that on the phone." 

Donna laughed. "Same old Eric." She looked at Jack. "Did Emmeline ever call you back?" 

"Yeah. She said she can't make it. Her sister's pregnant and due around the time of the wedding, so she'll be in Truro with her sister." 

"I love it when you say Truro. Your accent just…" Donna shook her head, clearing the thought. She looked at Hyde. "Are you all packed?" 

"Yup. Finished this morning. I'm excited, I've never been out of the country." 

Donna and Jack were getting married in Ireland. Jack's whole family- minus his sister- lived there, so it was easier to get the whole O'Connor part of the wedding attendees there. Donna only wanted to invite her immediate family and friends, so she was fine with that. It would also be easier for them to get to their honeymoon destination in Italy. 

"Jackie's excited?" Hyde asked. 

"Out of her mind," Donna said. "She said she's been calling Jack's sister non-stop to figure out my bachelorette party. She wants it to be better than the last one." 

Hyde chuckled. "Of course." 

"You sure it won't be awkward?" Donna asked, not for the first time. 

Hyde gave her a look. "Jack's inviting your ex to his bachelor party. I can handle seeing Jackie for a few days." 

Donna turned on Jack. "I told you that you didn't have to invite him." 

"I wanted to," Jack said. "He's cool. Besides, he and Hyde are still friends. It'll be fine." He pressed a kiss to the side of Donna's face. "It's going to be great, and we're going to be married soon, and then we'll be enjoying kickass food in Italy." 

Donna smiled a little. "You always know what to say, Sunshine." Jack blushed a little. 

"Aww," Hyde crooned. "You have anything else you need me to fix?" 

They both looked back at Hyde. Jack nodded. "The water heater needs to be set up." 

"I'm on it." 

~

Hyde stood in the foyer of the O'Connor house, helping Donna greet people. Jack was catching up with his family. They'd offered to have everyone over for dinner the night before the wedding. 

The door opened, and Forman walked in. "Oh, thank God, I have the right house," he said. "Hi, guys!" 

Donna gaped at him. "What happened to your hair? I haven't seen you in five years." 

Forman's hair was much longer, falling to his chest. He'd started growing it out a few years ago. He opened his mouth to answer, but a woman pushed him aside so she could enter the house. "You're blocking the door, Forman." 

She had tan skin and short, wavy hair. She had a lot of piercings in her ears and she was wearing an oversized button-down over her Van Halen shirt. "Sorry," Forman said. He looked at Donna and Hyde. "This is Jenna Somers, a friend from college." 

She nodded. "What's up?" 

The door opened again, and Jackie walked in. Hyde hadn't seen her in five years. Her hair was longer, but she looked mostly the same. She went straight to Donna, wrapping her in a tight hug. "Donna! This is so exciting! You're finally getting married to a good guy!" 

"Rude," Forman said. "I'm a great guy. Just not right for Donna." 

Jenna shrugged. "You're a pretty okay guy." 

He frowned at her. "I should've brought Reese as my plus one. Reese would've been supportive of me." 

Jackie separated herself from Donna. "Where's Jack?" 

"Where do you think? He's in the kitchen." 

"I gotta go talk to him. We haven't seen each other in forever." Jackie flounced off to the kitchen. 

"They're friends?" Hyde asked. 

"Yeah. Jackie visited me a bunch when I was living in Yarmouth with him, they got along really well. He helped her after her last breakup." 

"She's dated other people?" Hyde asked, somewhat surprised. He knew it was outrageous to assume that she hadn't seen anyone else, but he hadn't heard anything about it. 

"I'm so confused, man," Jenna said. 

"It's soooo much to explain," Forman said. "Let's go find somewhere to sit so I can try and catch you up." The two of them left the room. 

The door opened again, and Midge came in with a man Hyde had never met. "Oh, hi, Donna! Hello, Steven. This is my boyfriend, Jon. I met him in California." 

"Nice to meet you," Jon said. He had wavy brown hair and a thick mustache. "Donna, is your dad coming?" 

"Yeah. He's, um… Not seeing anyone right now. So try not to rub it in his face, please, mom." 

"Why would I do that? I don't want to rub anything in his face, he's all oily." Midge smiled. "Where's Jack's mother? I wanted to talk to her, y'know, mother to mother."

"I don't know how well that's gonna go. She doesn't speak a lot of English. You're better off talking to Jack's dad." 

"But I don't want to talk to his dad, I want to talk to his mom!" 

"Why don't you go ahead, love, I'll be right there," Jon said, lightly pushing Midge towards the hallway. She walked off, leaving Jon alone with them. "I've learned to just let her do what she says she's gonna do. She figures it out eventually." 

"How do you manage to do it?" Hyde asked. Donna gave him a look. "It's a valid question, Donna, the woman can't follow a conversation for even a minute." 

"Patience. I just let her talk and support her ideas. And I love her a damn lot, which is really necessary at times." Jon focused on Donna. "So, what languages does your soon-to-be mother in law speak?" 

"Irish, Scots Gaelic, and Italian. Her father is Italian and her mother is Scottish, then they moved to Ireland when she was young, so she speaks a lot of languages." 

"I know a little bit of Italian, so we'll see how it goes," Jon smiled brightly, clapped Hyde on the shoulder, did the same to Donna, then walked down the hall. 

"He's definitely… a step dad kind of guy," Hyde said. 

"Shut up," Donna said, laughing. "We should probably make sure there are no major inter-family issues before the wedding." She walked after Jon, and Hyde followed her. 

~

"You're getting married! This is so exciting!" Jackie hugged Donna tightly from behind. Donna smiled. "And your marriage is gonna go so much better than mine, I can feel it." 

"No offense, but it would be really hard for my marriage to go worse than yours." 

"Oh, so Jack's not planning on running away to the Bahamas?" 

"I don't think so, no." 

"Then I can almost guarantee you won't get divorced." Jackie laughed. "I really am happy for you, though. Jack's a great guy, I can tell he really loves you." 

"Yeah. Y'know, I'm not even nervous," Donna said. 

"That's good." 

Meanwhile… 

Hyde and Cal were patting Jack's back as he nearly hyperventilated in the back of the church. "Man, what's wrong with you?" Cal asked. 

"Why is she marrying me? All I have to offer is disabilities. I get a beautiful, intelligent, wonderful woman and she gets a guy with one leg and PTSD. This hardly seems fair," Jack said. 

"Well, we should call the wedding off, then," Hyde said. "I mean, why would Donna almost marry you with that reasoning? And to think she really loves you." 

Cal took a less subtle route. "You're being a fucking dumbass. She loves you, PTSD and all. She wouldn't have said yes to the engagement if she didn't. And you're not less than any other guy 'cause of your disabilities, fuckwit." 

"Exactly," Hyde said. "My ex-wife was legally blind. She could still see, but… y'know, she wasn't allowed to drive." 

Jack chuckled. "Ah, so that's how you managed to get married." 

Hyde smiled. "See, you can do this. You love Donna, Donna loves you. Soon, you're gonna be married and you won't even be thinking about these worries you have now." 

Jack nodded. "Okay. Okay. I can do this." 

"That's the spirit!" Cal clapped him on the back. "And Hyde, save a dance for me after the wedding." 

"Of course. I'm gonna go find my seat." 

~

Eric sat next to Jenna in one of the church's pews. Jenna was wearing a black dress, and she looked beautiful. Eric wasn't about to say that to her, though. 

"Is it weird, being at your ex's wedding?" Jenna asked. 

Eric shrugged. "Not really. I'm happy for her. I'm glad I didn't marry her." 

"Me too," Jenna said. 

He snapped his head in her direction, about to ask what she meant by that, when the wedding procession music started. They all stood and turned to see Jackie walk down the aisle and stand on the opposite side of Jack and his sister Cal. Then Donna came down, wearing her mom's old wedding dress. She looked radiant, and she looked happy. 

Jack smiled brightly when she came up to meet him. Everyone took their seats again, and the ceremony began. 

Before Eric knew it, they were at the vows. 

"Jack… You brighten my life. You always know how to make me smile, and you know what to say when I feel down. You're my closest friend. You know me better than anyone else. I love every part of you, even the parts you don't love about yourself. I vow to love you for as long as we live." 

Jack was blushing deeply. "Donna, a chroí… I never believed I could fall in love again. Then you came and you showed me how wrong I was. I've never been happier about being wrong. You are an amazing person, inside and out. I love you no matter what. I love everything about you. I vow to love you for as long as we live." 

"You may seal these vows with a kiss," the priest said. 

They kissed, and the wedding attendees applauded. 

~

Hyde sat next to Jackie at one of the tables in the reception hall. Donna had placed them next to each other at her family and friends table. She and Jack were dancing together. Forman was talking to Jenna. Jon was leading Midge in a playful sort of partner dance.  Bob was leaning over to talk to Jack’s dad. 

Hyde turned to Jackie. “So, how have you been? It’s, uh… It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.”

“Oh, you know, divorced,” she said with an embarrassed smile. 

“Me too.” 

Her jaw dropped. “Really? Steven Hyde got married?” 

He rolled his eyes, but he smiled. “Yeah, yeah. We thought it was a good idea, then we ended it after a year. Her name was Ellis.” 

Jackie nodded. “Same. I really thought Liam loved me, then on our one year anniversary he ran away to the Bahamas. When he got back, we got divorced.” 

“He sounds like an ass. And he’s stupid for ditching you.” 

Jackie gave him a look. 

He gave her a look back. “Hey, you ditched me, remember? You left without letting me answer.” 

“I didn’t leave, though. And you had a second chance to answer when I came back.” 

“But I blew it, and now we’re here, so let’s forget it.” 

“Fine.” She stared at the dance floor, where couples were paired up. She turned to him and held out her hand. "Wanna dance?" 

He smiled. "Sure." 

He took her hand and they went out to the dance floor. He placed one hand on her hip, and she put her other hand on his shoulder. "I like your suit. You never had anything this nice when we were together." 

"Ellis was a fashion designer," Hyde explained. Despite being unable to tell velvet apart from polyester without her glasses on, she had loved designing. She'd designed many nicer clothes for him since he had so few. "What did Liam do?" 

"He was a writer. He was working on a book about vampires when we were together." 

Hyde laughed a little. "Vampires, huh?" 

She laughed too. "Yep. It was terrible. He'd read chapters to me once he finished them, and God, his writing was awful." 

"Well, good thing you're not Mrs. Vampire Book Guy anymore." 

"Yeah." She pulled him a little closer. "I just realized I missed you."

"Just now?" 

"Well, I wasn't thinking about it before. I guess I kind of forgot how much I like being around you. Just in general." 

Hyde stared at her for a moment. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I missed you too." 

The song changed from Something by the Beatles to You Make Me Real by the Doors. Jackie gasped and squeezed his hand. "It's our song!" 

"It is." Hyde lifted his arm and spun her, then brought her close to him when she came back. He had always liked dancing with her. Way more than he'd liked dancing with Ellis. She smiled through the whole song. 

~

Jackie got her coat and her keys, ready to leave. Steven jogged over to her. "Can I walk you to your car?" 

"Sure," she said. 

They left the reception hall and went out to the beat-down gravel parking lot. Jackie led him over to the car she'd rented for the trip. She was spending a few extra days in Ireland after the wedding, for her own enjoyment. She'd always wanted to see Ireland, and this was her chance. 

"I, uh… I had fun dancing with you today. Thanks for not making things weird between us," he said. 

"I had fun too." She twisted her fingers together. "And why should things be weird? We dated years ago. We're both over it. We can be friends." 

"Exactly." 

They stared at each other for a moment, then they both leaned in and kissed. They parted after a second. Then Jackie wound her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. His hands found her waist. They kissed as if it was the only thing in the world that mattered. 

He parted the kiss just enough to say, "Donna gave me a ride here, could I go back to the hotel with you?" 

She smiled. "Is that why you asked to walk me to my car?" 

"Maybe." 

She kissed him again. "Well, it's good you need a ride, 'cause I was gonna ask you to come back to the hotel with me anyway." 

His eyebrows rose. "Were you now?" 

"Yeah. If you want to." 

"Oh, I want to." As soon as he finished speaking, his lips were on hers again and Jackie couldn't think of anything else. 

~

Jackie cuddled against Steven in the bed of her motel room. She trailed her fingers over his stomach, tracing small patterns into his skin. "Overall… This was a pretty good wedding," she said. 

"Yeah. I'm happy for Donna and Jack. They work well together. I can see them staying together forever, like the Formans." 

"Me too. Although I don't seem to have a very good judgment of that sort of thing." 

His fingers began combing lightly through her hair. "What do you mean?" 

"Well, I thought we would stay together forever. Then I ran away. And I thought Liam and I would stay together forever, then he ran away. So I don't think I should judge Donna and Jack's potential to stay together." 

"Ah." He watched her fingers tracing hearts over his skin. "Y'know… I think it's a lot easier to tell when you're not a part of the relationship. A part of me always felt like Donna and Forman weren't meant to be. But when we were together… That was the first time I was able to see myself with someone for a long time. And look where we all are now." 

She looked up at him. "You could see yourself with me for a long time?" 

He nodded. "I also saw myself being with Ellis for a long time, so don't go thinking you're special or anything." 

She giggled. "I wouldn't dream of it." 

She kissed him softly. Even if it was only for a night, Jackie was happy to be with Steven again. It was comforting, like coming home after a long trip. Jackie decided not to think about what that really meant too much.

[ameliagiovanna0]

Thoughts on The Rookie 6x02

This might include some repeats of things I've already said/posted, but I wanted to include it here just to get all of my thoughts in one place lol

Daddy Cop 😂😂😂😂😂😂

For a hot second, I thought it was the wrong episode

The choir showed up and then the guitarist. PURE GOLD I LOVE IT SO MUUUCCCHHH

Nolan was so pissed 🤣

Henry called Bailey. Too cute

Nolan literally had a jump scare seeing Randy 😂 He's so unhinged and I love it every time

Luna is always wonderful. She's close to everyone under her husband's command too

Tim shutting his office door with Lucy standing outside was so despondent :(

Yes, the angst is there, but so is the humor, and that, overall, out-weighed the angst. The humor on this show is always top tier. I'm always here for it

The scene between Lucy, Tim, and Angela is one of my favorites, tbh. Angela is such a chaos gremlin and I love her for it. And more Chenford arguing. It's not light hearted like it usually is, but I like to see the different sides to their relationship.

Angela: Let what go? Tim and Lucy: Nothing.

... Tim: Fine. Whatever. Lucy: Great. Angela: Maybe I'll go too. Grab some popcorn on the way for the show Tim: You're not funny Angela: I'm hysterical. Ask Wesley THIS IS WHY I LOVE HER

Gotta admit, Nolan and Bailey both trying to keep each other from finding out things to keep the other calm is pretty cute.

This DJ is so unhinged lol. Bailey shooed Nolan out being like "please don't arrest this guy and make our wedding even more difficult than it already is." First the switchblade, then a robbery, and the molly was the last straw 😂 Bailey's face said it all

Lucy being like, "ok, go ahead" and Tim saying "ladies first" I just-- 😂😂 They're so perfect for each other

Reason #95238 that Lucy Chen is amazing: "I have to look amazing in a dress tomorrow. Nobody care what you look like. He's huge. I'm not fighting him." Tim fighting this giant ass dude simply because his girlfriend asked him to will never not be hilarious and pretty adorable to me. And the fact that the only reason she didn't want to fight him was because she wanted to look good in her dress will never not be badass to me

The Hammer just THREW Tim into those cabinets, across a table, into a TV, over the back of a couch, and against a bed not once but twice. Tim HELD HIS OWN. I know it shouldn't have been, but it was really hot. Poor baby crawled to the coffee table for the ring. THEN, proceeded to hand it to his girlfriend while on one knee and bleeding. LUCY AND I ARE BOTH ABSOLUTELY FINE I PROMISE. He didn't realize it at first, but he definitely did once Lucy stood there stuttering at him. He tried to hand it to her and she just sort of froze. Her brain short circuited and he panicked, and it was all perfect. She still managed to compliment him on the fight though 😂

Lucy: Good job Tim: Yeah, thanks Lucy: You ok? Tim: Yeah, I'm great. *falls over*

It's too funny 😂😂

Angela and Nyla are bestie goals 😁🥰

I love the cuts between the bachelor and bachelorette parties 

Celina bringing up Lucy's future bachelorette party because she knows that she and Tim are a forever kind of thing 😩

Lucy scooted so far into Tim, oh my God. Bestie was practically in his lap

Lucy: I knew it! You just kill them?! Tim: Yes! Because they're bugs.

 I can't, they exasperated way Tim said 'yes!" was just hilarious to me

The little breath that Tim lets out before he says yes to loving Lucy was like, "Do you really even have to ask? Yes, of course I love you. There's no other option."

Tim and Lucy spotting each other across the courtyard and then again across the dance floor. They're always going to find each other whether it's buried alive in the desert or at a friend's wedding, which seems to be their thing now 😩

Aw Luna finishing her degree. I seriously love her and I love her and Grey together. He's so supportive of her, it's just so clear that they're a strong, loving unit

"Sit down, German" had me wheezing. Grey's delivery is everything 😂😂😂

Bailey's entrance was pretty adorable, ngl

A lot of people were saying how Bailey's vows were really beautiful and how it was so great seeing her say those things and mean it after she had been in an abusive marriage, and I couldn't agree more. She was right, what she said was simple, but it covered everything it needed to. And I think it was really beautiful in its simplicity. Nolan's vows were really great too. He's not normally great with words, but it was really sweet, and it's really obvious how much does cherish Bailey. 

Ah and Henry made it!! I miss seeing him. I do wish we got to see Abigail too though. I LOVED her. Plus, their relationship is adorable. 

The dance floor scene with everybody was so cute, omg!! I loved it. Everybody looked so happy and like they were having so much fun. Jenna even said it felt like a real wedding

Aaron and Celina watching Lucy look at Tim across the dance floor was amazing. They're so invested in their relationship, and I think it's hilarious. Chenford had groupies on screen too 🤭😂

I felt so bad for Aaron. He's not handling everything very well, and I do think he was kinda hyper-focusing on Celina a little. It's natural after a shared trauma like that. But he tried to kiss her and she shut him down. It was sad. I was really trying not to like them as a couple, but I kinda do now. IDK

Chenford rampage incoming:

It seems like they arrived separately, but they still sat together at the ceremony and honestly looked like they were enjoying themselves. So to me, that's just an other testament of how solid they are even if though they're fighting

Tim couldn't take it anymore and went pulled Lucy onto the dance floor. He knows they have more talking to do, but he wanted to be close to her. And her pulled her out to If I Ain't Got You of all songs. ARE YOU JOKING????? *squeaks* The way he looked at her when he walked over to her and the way Luna looked at Lucy AHHHHHH. Nope, Imma need a minute

Lucy dragged her hand down Tim's chest and looked him up and down and Tim leaning into her, looking at her lips like LET ME BREATHE

Lucy running her hand through his hair

AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME THIS WAS JUST A COINCIDENCE 

Lucy did not say, "We're gonna get through this. I love you." with this playing in the background just for the hell of it 

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all 

If I ain't got you, baby

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, yeah

IT WAS DELIBERATE BESTIES 

More thoughts on their fight. Highly recommend checking out the points @sylvies-chen, @morganupstead, and @sisterofficerlucychen made. Of course, my thoughts are also in there

When Lucy said that she loved Tim, in true Chenford fashion, and despite the serious moment, Tim couldn't help but argue (affectionate) with her saying he wasn't sure until he hooked her up to a lie detector. Lucy smacking him. Ugh I just love their banter so much

Aaron came up behind them and Tim was so caught off guard. His facial expressions were very on point for annoyed!Tim. Plus, Aaron was right. Chenford is solid. I'm not worried about them. Is there going to be angst in the future? Yes. Is it going to break them? Not a chance. Their relationship is strong. It's built on friendship and mutual respect. Tim has always respected Lucy, even as a rookie. Yeah, she annoyed him, but she had the guts to stand up to him in ways that no other rookie did, or would have survived doing

EXSQUEEZE ME where you y'all coming from that you came up the stairs together??

end of chenford ramage 

James offering to get everyone's go-bags and Wesley automatically jumping into help. They're helping their women and being good friends. I love it

"Sit you ass down and do some praying" This is why I love Tim 😂

Randy and Chastity being the responsible ones for once keeping Aaron occupied

Super random, but why does Nolan have police lights in his personal truck, but Tim doesn't? You'd think a Metro Liaison Sergeant having them would be more likely than a random training officer 

Celina, my love, this is why you bring backup when you go to meet CIs

Tim in a dress shirt and tie with rolled up sleeves. Dear God   🥵🥵

I was not expecting Nolan to just throw the guy out the window. He's the most laid back out of all of him, and he didn't even hesitate, just pushed him out of at least a second story window. I-- 🤨😂

Poor Bailey flopped on the bed just still in her wedding dress 😂

[realistic-studyblr]

Did not feel particularly good about my first honours seminar 😬 at least it wasn't graded. I only finished making the presentation at 3am, then got up at 7am to get ready for uni and go give the seminar. I had too many slides and ran out of time and skipped a bunch at the end, lost the spot in my notes and ended up winging it. Don't really remember much of what I said, was a bit shaky afterwards

I find myself thinking about imposter syndrome, and have to remind myself that I worked hard to be here, and that I'm here to learn. If everyone could give a seminar perfectly the first time, then we wouldn't need to do the initial ungraded ones. I find myself asking people how they think I did, and they all say it was fine, and then I think "yeah but you're a nice person who wouldn't want to hurt my feelings by saying it was bad". So I need to practise believing people more when they say it's okay.

It's also frustrating because I know I have done better in the past, public speaking wasn't a problem for me before. Like damn, in highschool I was on the debate team, I was in musical productions. I did presentations in my bachelor's degree too, and was never this much of a nervous wreck. Am I just out of practice? Is this the "skill regression" after my ADHD diagnosis? Or am I just putting too much pressure on myself?

[rhiandoesfandom]

I've been thinking a lot recently about my disability, the unknown autoimmune disease, and like what could have caused it.

And of course, it could have been spurred by Covid, or stress, or so many other things. But I am of the mind that it could have been caused by my obvious burnout from the above. From covid, stress, and college.

I took about eight years to finish my bachelor's degree. For many reasons. Financial, Needed a full time job and couldn't do both, couldn't figure out a solid major, etc. And once I restarted college at the university during Covid, since I had lost my job at Starbucks at the time, I wanted to go quick. I wanted it to be over with. I wanted to finally FINISH.

So I did full time school for a year, committed to a major and minor. And then my unemployment payments dried up after a year. So I had to do full time school AND a part time job. The job I chose wasn't that bad. I worked part time at a sex toy shop. Sure the company itself left little to be desired (playboy industries). But it was a cool job cause I got to "test out" the toys, (usually meaning like, on my hand, duh), and explain to customers how they could be used. And I felt like I was also actually using my degree during this. (Sexuality and Gender studies).

Then, my senior year I ALSO took on an internship at the Queer Resource Center on my University Campus. And that was an extra 16 hours a week. So effectively, I was juggling THREE JOBS. That, my part time job, and my senior coursework to culminate into a final research project.

You could say I was already within the throws of burnout, cause I was. But I was "keeping up with it". I was getting adequate sleep, I was still on socials, participating in hobbies, doing chores. I *thought* I was *fine*.

The biggest mistake I made, was when I graduated. I started applying to jobs AS SOON as I graduated. I felt this pressure to get more money, to live up to my degree, to contribute more to my household. Even though I was already paying my portion of rent and bills just fine with the part time job. And no one was asking me to do this. Not my parents, not my partner. Just myself.

After a few months, I did land a job. A state job. Applying my degree. It was exactly what I wanted. I quit my part time job. I Committed fully to the full time job (which was three months of mind numbing computer trainings first), and I was good at it.

Then six months in, I crashed.

I started having nightmares, waking up in cold sweats. I started having horrible joint pain. I couldn't think straight during the day and had horrible brain fog. And it only escalated from there. And being neurodivergent too, I was struggling to understand aspects of the in person office, and neurotypical people's attitudes and reactions. That didn't help.

Which brings us here. I'm on leave from the full time job on paid leave until the paid leave ends. And I don't know if I can even go back. From my constantly worsening disease, etc.

I don't really have advice to give, this was mostly a rant for myself. But I guess...if I had to give advice it would be SLOW DOWN.

Please for the love of the gods slow down. The grind mindset is fucking poison. You will hurt yourself. And if you think you won't, you're lying to yourself.

Another thing to add: Yes I acknowledge theres a lot of privilege steeped in this experience. This is just my experience and what I take from it in context of soul crushing capitalism.

[scurrile-histrion]

hello! saw the fanfic ask game you reblogged,,, not sure how many i'm allowed to ask so you can just pick and choose from these :) #5, #8 (through the looking glass), #10/#23, #18, #27! again you're welcome to pick and choose, or answer more if you want! i just really enjoy your writing and would love to hear you talk about it in any capacity!

Hi!! Thank you so much for the questions and for your kind words :D I love talking about fanfiction, you can ask as many questions as you want about it haha

Here are some answers!  This is a long post oops...

5. What’s something you learned while researching a fic?

I did a ridiculous amount of research on rats for a Naruto fanfic XD For the same fic, I also learnt a lot about the different types of Japanese swords. I didn't have to do much reseach for through the looking-glass. This might be a bit embarrassing to say, but a lot of that fic comes from my own experience... oops. The one thing I did some research for is explosive, I think. Also, vocabulary, as always, since English is not my first language and I like to use technical words

8. What is your favorite line/section from through the looking glass ? 

OH one that makes me giggle randomly to this day is Hagakure's "so much testosterone in the air, I think I'm growing a dick" when they're getting ready for the sports festival. Other than that, I like Hawks' introduction during Kaminari's internship. I think I wrote it rather well!

10. Is there a character or ship you’d love to write for, but haven’t yet?

I want to write more about Midoriya and Bakugou's relationship! I struggle with writing romance, since I don't really care for it. But whether you write them platonically or romantically, they're so ridiculously intense about each other, I like it. In other fandoms, there are many characters I'd like to write: Edmund Pevensie from the Chronicles of Narnia, and also maybe Lightning from final fantasy 13... There are definitely more but these are the two that I haven't written for yet, I think

23. What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

THERE ARE SO MANY OF THEM!!!!! I love writing. Sometimes I even think that I need to write, yeah? But the thing is, this year I'm doing the last year of a bachelor degree on top of my full-time engineer job. It's been hell. I almost haven't written anything that wasn't an assignment. I NEED to write more, I'm foaming at the mouth from how much I need to write. Anyway. I'm fine. 

Most of the stories I want to write are WIPs that are nowhere near finished, so I'll actually answer with the next question~

18. How many WIPs do you have and how many do you expect to finish?

OK don't judge me but I have MANY WIPs

3 WIPs that I've started posting and that I 100 % plan on finishing: beyong the veil (naruto), through the looking-glass (bnha), a boy is a gun (dc comics)

3 WIPs that I've started posting on ao3 and that I'll maybe, maybe not finish some day: are you going to keep on hiding yourself (bnha), lately i've been feeling (out of control) (naruto), sweat and dirt (NCT)

12 WIPs for which I've written at least 500 words + they have titles already for the most part:

3 Sakura-centric ones (slow down, breathe ; i know i promised more than this ; untitled)

1 togachako sad af fic in which Ochako has been slowly dying due to her quirk (petrichor or white silence)

1 fic in which denki is a young entrepreneur helping people commit fraud with their electric meter

1 fic about midoriya and bakugou and what it's like to know someone bc you've grown up together even if you're haven't been friends in years (you're never alone)

1 fic about Erica Slaughter being thrown into the DCU, to everyone's displeasure (she hears the wolf that loiters at the door)

1 Hawkeye Jason Bourne AU and OMG just opening the draft I'm so excited about that one again haha. I've planned 19 chapters (knowing me, it'll be at least the double but whatever) (untitled)

1 Inumaki Toge (jjk) centric fic, he's reincarnated in the bnha universe. I actually have 10k words written on that fic lol (from 2021) (untitled)

3 aftg fics (Allison-centric, Seth-centric, Jean-centric) (untitled)

1 harry potter fic that I'll probably never finish bc fuck jk rowling (in love with a ghost)

+ 20-30 ideas for which I only have a couple sentences. Also I'm missing a lot of my shorter bnha WIPs, and also at least 2 naruto WIPs from 2021, when I changed computers. they're probably on my external drive…

so, in total, I'd say about 20 proper WIPs, of which I expect to finish about 10, and a few dozen ideas that probably won't go anywhere.

27. Are any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

the thing is, most of them are! the inosaku oneshots I post once a year are not for the most part. through the looking-glass is a bit awkwardly too biographical at times. my other long fics deal with topics I've struggled with in life.

Thanks so much for asking <3 I hope you have a great day/night :)