#PLEASE NIGHT FALLS IS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND WHILE I'M IN TEARS HERE????

[miyamoratsumuu]

POSTEDDD skipped the queue hitoshi needs to be seen NEOW

I'M SO GLAD YOU DID BC THAT WAS AAAAAAAGH IDK IF I COULD SAY I NEEDED THAT BUT I LOVED IT 🥰😧🥳🫶🏻😋😜🩵☺️🫶🏻🤨🤷‍♀️💔🙏🏼😒🧍🏻‍♂️🩵🤨😧😋😭☺️🤨🩵😋🤲🏻😜😞

[mookiesspace]

GHOSTFACE EREN . . . .

it was late at night, wind blowing thru your thick curls as you smoked a blunt while gazing at the city through your highrise apartment balcony. tonight was so calm, autumn leaves blowing in the wind so effortlessly, sucking in the beautiful atmosphere of the night you sigh deeply before taking another puff of your shit. today was busy, you barely had a chance to relax all week. this is all you needed right now, some self love and a thick (dick) blunt to get the night going!

laying in bed mindlessly scrolling through your instagram feed while partynextdoor softly plays in the background of your large bedroom. small yawns escape your mouth while you toss and turn around in the huge bed, eventually throwing your phone down in attempt to end the night hoping for a peaceful day tomorrow.

CRASH!!* you feel your body jolt up in nervousness and confusion as you look around the room. was someone here you thought "Hello?.." you utter grabbing your phone to use the bright flashlight slowly exiting the bed while sliding into your furry pink slippers. body shivering as your throw a silk robe onto your almost fully exposed body, walking out the room quietly to explore the 'empty' apartment. "Hello!.." you whisper-yell in attempt to catch someone breaking in, only to be greeted by more silence. you check the entire house feeling uneasy, body growing tense as you turn each corner still seeing nothing. "What the fuck was that.. shit maybe I'm hearing things.." you spoke lowly, returning back to your room only to feel a strong muscular hand grip the back of your neck while letting out a low growl "or maybe you just need better detective skills, hm?" your frozen in fear. unable to move or say anything, body stuck with thick tension pooling through the mist of air. "Please don't hurt me! I'll do anything please just leave!.." you cry out, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eye. shit shit shit! who's here and what does he want with you!?! well, the only sensible thing of course.. he wants you.

"s-shit! aa-ah slow dowwnnnnn!" you moaned out, legs up pressed roughly against your chest as the tall masked man fucks his thick cock into your warm cunt. juices spilling out everywhere against your bed and his lower abdomen while he harshly smacks your ass watching the soft brown skin recoil in motion. beautiful brown eyes looking lowly at the man infront of him, trying to comprehend the mess your in right now. "plleaseeeee!" you yelp, moans and cries falling along deaf ears as he fucks your harder. thick tip hitting the base of your cervix, hitting that gummy spot so perfectly sending you into a spiral of uncontrollable moans and whines while drool pools out the side of your mouth, tongue hanging low for him to see. "good girl.." he mutteres, low husky voice muffled from the white mask that protects his face, keeping him anonymous, sending shivers down your spine and even more wetness to your aching core. it was all to much, this couldn't be real could it?? you had to be dreaming! this was crazy!.. you try pushing his body off your feeling your release build up once again having you shaking uncontrollably. "none of that shit." he growled big hands gripping yours pulling them down as he leans more forward to fuck you deeper "fuuuckkk!! I c-can-" "take this shit and I'll make this easy for you." he demands sending another harsh smack to your fat ass, pumping his thick dick in and out of you faster than before. you're close.. so so close.. you can feel it. and before you know it your creaming all over his dick, legs shaking, whining and panting rapidly in attempt to catch your breath. you feel your body heat slow down as he rests himself into you, he pulls put before pumping his dick in close release "open up." he hissed, eyes watery and low you complie opening your mouth, letting your tongue hand low for him as he pumps his hot seed onto it. he grips your face tightly pulling his body closer than before "swallow." he ordered, and you do.. you swallow it all.. like the good girl you are. before being let go, head falling back against the soft pillow panting restlessly watching as he steps back, reapplying his tight all back compression shirt and Grey sweats. your gaze is strong, enchanting even.. halfway out the bedroom door her turns to you "next time remember to lock your doors doll.. this could've ended badly." he chuckles lowly.

[jenomi]

selfless

this is totally something jaemin would do… play on words from his narcissism exhibition

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"where are we going?" you ask for the millionth time. your boyfriend jaemin had told you to be ready to leave in an hour and to dress in something cute, but he wouldn't reveal anything else.

"just get in the car" he says with a hint of a smile on his face as he opens the car door for you. you side-eye him as you get into the car.

you felt antsy as jaemin drives to the secret location. you wouldn't say you're one for surprises, but jaemin has always been so good at them. you're genuinely surprised when jaemin turns the corner to his exhibition site.

"what are we doing here?" "i need to check something really quick."

you both get out of the car and jaemin holds open the door for you. you walk deeper into the building you're all too familiar with. you came with jaemin to watch his Narcissism exhibition come to life and helped him with the set up and detailing while he was abroad.

as you walk deeper into the building, you come across a different sign than the one you saw every time before.

SELFLESS my love for you is endless

you stop in your tracks as jaemin whispers, "surprise" as he kisses the side of your head.

"what's this?" you look up at your boyfriend who smiles at you as he hands you an exhibition handset. he grabs your hand as he guides you further into the new exhibition.

you gasp in shock and adoration as you see the room filled with pictures of you through jaemins eyes. there's pictures of everything, the small and big moments from your relationship.

"i- i don't know what to say. this is…amazing" you gesture towards the room as you slowly take in the room. he shyly smiles in return as he gently guides you towards the photos for a closer look.

the first photo you approach is a photo of you working on the couch with lucy, luke, and luna cuddled up against you in multiple positions.

you enter the number of the photo and press play on the exhibition handset:

all my babies in one photo. as much as i love the lululu cuddles for myself, i love that they want to cuddle with you more because that means they love you as much as i do. you are also working so hard in this photo, one of the many things i love about you. thank you for being the best mother to our babies - but please don't forget to give me cuddles too

you laugh lightly as you move on to the next. it was a photo from one of your many picnic dates next to han river. your hair is caught in the wind and you're laughing at something jaemin said as you reach for the camera.

every time i look at this picture, i fall in love with you all over again. i am the luckiest man in the world to be able to call myself your boyfriend. i love when you laugh, it brightens all my days. i'm so happy to have captured this photo of you, showing your carefree spirit and smile forever

you can hear the sincerity in jaemin's voice in the audio, making you tear up. you squeeze his hand as you walk hand-in-hand to the next photo.

it immediately makes you laugh. it's a photo from your first meeting with jisung, jeno, and donghyuck and you're trying to teach jisung how to cook. jisung is obviously stressed as the other members are laughing in the background, but you have a supportive hand on jisung's shoulder as you walk him through the recipe.

i don't know why we tried to save our helpless son jisung, but thank you for being so kind and loving towards all my members. as i watched you try to help jisung at his greatest weakness, it was the first time i realized how much i loved you and how i could never let you go. do you remember when i first told you i love you?

"yes" you answer aloud to jaemin standing next to you, "i'll never forget it"

jaemin smiles as he pulls you closer to his side, "i love you"

you walk hip to hip towards the next photo. it's a photo of you and jaemin in japan at night. you and jaemin are the only clear things in the photo as everything around you is a blur of heads and lights. you're looking at each other with eyes full of love, and a small hint of a smile on both of your lips.

this photo is exactly how i see the world with you by my side. nothing else matters, as long as you're with me and happy. this photo was hard to edit, but i'm proud of the way it turned out. it will always just be you and me, when things come between us, i'll fight through them to get back to you.

you tear up again as you wrap your arms around jaemin's waist. if you could fuse yourself to your boyfriend, you would so you would never have to leave his side.

as you look at each photo and listen to jaemins recording explaining each photo, he would just watch you. watch your eyes as you examine a photo and notice the details he worked so hard to highlight and incorporate. watch you as you listen to his heartfelt words recalling his memories with you. watch you as you smile and/or cry at each photo and word he says. you were his living, breathing exhibition that he could marvel at everyday. luckily, he does.

and with each photo you look at, your heart grows fuller and fuller with your love for jaemin. it becomes so overwhelming, that you can't help but let a few tears drop. there's so many photos, photos of you asleep peacefully in bed, more photos of you with his members doing various things, a photo of you and his mom, and more pictures of you and jaemin.

in the center of the room, there's a stand with a black cloth draped over it. jaemin told you it was the grand finale of the exhibit. you lift the cloth to find a small note in jaemin's handwriting: "for you, i become selfless"

you turn around to share your love and appreciation for jaemin, but as soon as you do, you watch him drop to one knee as he opens a small felt box.

"y/n, i love you with all my heart, it hurts. i want to love you for the rest of my life and make more memories with you and capture them with my camera. i want this to be the first exhibition of many. will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?"

"yes" you exclaim quickly. you were never going to say no. you loved jaemin with your whole heart, and this exhibition and the amount of time and effort he must've put into this made you love him more. how could you not?

jaemin puts the ring on your finger (it fits perfectly because, of course, jaemin measured all your favorite rings) before picking you up and spinning you around as you laugh and cry. when he sets you down, you give him a long kiss.

the moment was perfect. you and jaemin in the middle of a room, happy and in love surrounded by photos of your love for each other. this would be an image you'd keep in your heart for the rest of your life. 🤍

(also you leave the exhibition with a photo book, similar to the merch sold at narcissism, but it’s just photos related to you and jaemin)

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Politely affectionately agressively begging for more Furina fics you write her AMAZINGLYYYYY PLEASEEE and it's so rare to see my girl get any fics YOU A REAL ONE FR FR 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

(Genshin Impact) Furina watching an emotional movie with her S/O

*Imperial Guardsmen Voice* IF SUCH IS THE EMPEROR'S WILL! Also, you can imagine this as an Isekai S/O or Fontaine somehow developed movies, idk you can work the imagination on how movies exist in Tevyat, I'm just here to give you the funny/cute.

Furina's lips trill in boredom as she sits down on the couch, an hand underneath her chin.

Dinner had already been finished, dessert promptly followed but the night was still young.

Her S/O was in front of the couch, rustling coming from a box they were searching through.

She got up from her seat and knelt next to them, curious as to what they were looking for.

(Furina) "S/O?"

(S/O) "Hang on, just looking for something we can watch...ah!"

S/O pulled out a box containing a small CD. Furina couldn't help but flinch instinctually.

(S/O) "Before you ask, no it's not a horror movie."

With a sigh of relief, she grabbed the box and raised an eyebrow.

(Furina) "Oh thank goodness!...A-Ahem, so, what is this?"

(S/O) "It's from Inazuma. It's a super cheesy story about a man and female meka falling in love."

They put a finger to their chin as Furina scoffed as she crossed her arms.

(Furina) "Oh please, I've seen far worse premises in my stage plays, S/O!"

(S/O) "True, but this one might make you cry."

Furina's smirk grows bigger hearing their lack of faith.

(Furina) "Psh! Me? Cry at a love story probably told a thousand times? Please! Put it on S/O! I'll prove you otherwise!"

ONE HOUR LATER...

S/O and Furina were sitting quietly, nearing the end of the film's duration.

The man's head was resting on the meka's lap as he was nearing the end of his life, though the mood was very bittersweet.

With a beautiful piano tune playing in the background, the Meka looked up to the sky, finally getting a revelation for the human it fell in love with.

[Mekaigis] "Not everything needs to be for some greater purpose. Just caring for someone can be enough. That's all we need to give our lives meaning. As for me, I've found my path. And that's to protect you with my life..."

S/O's heart strings tugged at the touching dialogue. Blinking away a few tears, S/O turned to Furina.

(S/O) Furina's been really quiet. I wonder if she's not as affected as-

S/O's thoughts were interrupted the moment they actually glanced at their girlfriend.

Furina reached for her box of tissues, which was already halfway gone, and blew violently into it.

She proceeded to wipe away her tears with her hands while her lips trembled, eyes locked onto the screen the entire time.

(S/O) ...Okay yeah, she's doing as good as I thought she would.

S/O moved in closer to hold her hand and at least give her some comfort for this admittedly tear-inducing scene.

Only for their hand to be almost hurt from her grip strength as she held on with all of her passion, Furina's attention daring not to even turn away.

S/O almost yelped out in pain, but kept strong for the sake of their girlfriend's immersion.

And with the man finally closing his eyes, the movie finally came to a close, with the music's lyrics riding the scene out.

[Movie] "kaze no koe hikari no tsubu madoromu kimi ni sosogu-"

Furina stood up from her chair, pointing to the screen with tears still fresh in her eyes.

(Furina) "T-THE MOVIE ENDS RIGHT THERE?! BUT THAT'S NOT FAIR! HE AND MEKAIGIS FOUGHT TO SAVE THE WORLD, THEY SHOULD BE HAPPY TOGETHER!"

S/O couldn't contain their soft laughter, getting up and attempting to calm her down by gently wiping her tears away.

(S/O) "I agree, but it's a rather beautiful ending to such a tragic story. But what did you think of it?"

Furina pouted at their laughter, crossing her arms and huffing.

(Furina) "I'd rather have watched a horror movie, something like that is way too sad!"

(S/O) "I thought you said you wouldn't cry-"

(Furina) "I-I was simply crying at their performances! They did an amazing job acting out a horrid script, as a performer I couldn't just ignore their handiwork!"

S/O playfully rolled their eyes as they sat Furina back down, quickly joining her on the couch.

(S/O) "Is that right? Anyways, there's a followup sequel where it follows Mekaigis after the events of this movie called the Answ-"

(Furina) "PUT IT ON RIGHT NOW! I HAVE TO FIND OUT RIGHT NOW!"

Her voice cracked as she pointed at the screen, making S/O laugh and comply.

(S/O) "Yes, ma'am."

Furina's leg bounced anxiously as she watched S/O painfully put the next film in slowly, getting immersed again immediately.

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Author's note:

This isn't actually anything related to the post besides the obvious reference, I just have to get it out of my system because I was listening to the soundtrack of said reference. Ahem. AAALLLL THE JOURNEYS START SOMEWHERE WITH A FIRST STEEEEEEEP NO ONE'S SURE WHAT LIES AHEAD BE BOLD AND BRAAAAAAAAAAAAVE (STAND UP!) ROADS MAY BEEEEEE ROUGH AND TOOUUUUUUGH THOUGH IT WILL LEAD SOMEWHEEEERE (NOTHING EASY GET UP AND GO GET IT GO) SOMETIMES IT'S JOURNEY ITSELF THAT TEACHEEEES A LOT ABOUT THE DESTINATION NOT AWARE OOOOOF NO MATTER HOW FAAAAAR (NO MATTER HOW FAR) HOW YOU GOOOOOOOO (HOW YOU GO HOW YOU GO) HOW LONG IT MAY LAAAAAST (CARPE DIEM NO TIME TO WASTE) VENTURE LIFE, BURN YOUR DREEEAAAAD! (YOU GOTTA VENTURE LIFE GO GET IT BURN YOUR DREAD)

[shyvien]

Here are 100 random quotes from Lucifer!

Sourced from the OM! Wiki, chats, devilgram, screenshots I found, etc. I made this list to help with studying to write the characters in character. (Not really proofread, sorry if there are mistakes. Also, there may be spoilers. If so, they’re minor spoilers)

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​​“Do you want my attention? Why don't we talk for a little then? I have enough energy for that. As your presence is so very soothing to me.“

​​“Heh, not afraid to get sassy with me anymore, are you?”

​​“Let's celebrate until you cannot stand anymore.“

​​“No need to rush. I won't be able to help you if you fall down in the middle of the street. Rather, I would probably enjoy the sight.”

​​“...Well? How do you like Demonus-flavored kisses?“

​​“I believe it's long been established that if anyone's going to be eating them, it will be me.“

​​“If you want me to keep you from running that mouth of yours, you need only ask.“

​​“Are you poking fun at me right now? I see you like to play with fire. Well, there's a punishment for getting cheeky with me like that. Come here, MC”

​​“I am exceedingly concerned…”

​​“Now Listen, and listen well. I will not be your possession. I won’t belong to you. You will belong to me.”

​​“You seem repentant, so I shall forgive you.”

​​“Are you still tired from last night? After all, I didn’t let you get much sleep.”

​​“I will watch over you. Until the day comes where we must part. And I promise... to love you until the end of your days and beyond.”

​​“You... Release me! Don't you dare try to put me to sleep like I'm not ten million years older than you!”

​​“All of you, out of the way...! I'm going to tear that human limb from limb…!”

​​"Are you trying to please me?"

​​"Do you need a goodnight kiss?"

​​"You are a strange human being."

​​"You want me to praise you for that? Very well… Good iob."

​​"Fine, I'll forgive you just this once."

​​"Do you need something?"

​​“It's as if you're saying that you need me in your life, and that's a wonderful feeling. Is it conceited of me to say that? Well, I am the Avatar of Pride, after all."

​​“Stab it with a fork or something. Anything sharp should do the trick.“

​​"I can't say I mind spending my time with you while Mammon's shrieks echo in the background either. Heh! And Diavolo's laughter is even louder than that."

​​“Well, there are worse demons it could have happened to... Probably.”

​​“Asmo, you stay right there. I'll go get my whip.“

​​“Hush now. Daddy's here to give you a hug.“

​​“NONONONONONO! I'm saying I DON'T want them to see that picture. So, if they ask you for it, I'd like you to tell them that no such photo exists. OK?”

​​“That won't be necessary. I went ahead and blew it up. The entire room.“

​​"If you want to get the better of me, that toy of yours isn't going to cut it. Perhaps try lethal poison from some horrific insect, aged a thousand years for maximum potency."

​​“I know, I know... But why don't we save the killing until after you've eaten your breakfast, hm?“

​​“Mmm, nothing's sweeter than listening to their screams of agony. Heheheh...”

​​“Bring him down to the living room. Use whatever means necessary…though I do want him alive.“

​​”I would never have imagined I would be kissed on the cheek by you. I don't dislike it when you take the initiative. But why on the cheek? You don't need to hesitate with me. Next time, do it on the lips. Understand?”

​​“Hell coffee becomes bitter when you prepare it for someone that you're fond of. It's a special property of the coffee beans. Naturally, I drank every last drop of your feelings.”

​​“Only those that haven't been involved in that dolt's childish antics are the truly happy ones.”

​​“When I get my hands on him, I'll have to be thorough with my discipline.”

​​“Tomorrow I will be handing Diavolo a report detailing how all of the exchange students are faring. I'll be sure to stress how excited you are to continue your education here at our prestigious academy.”

​​“How's the Celestial Realm? Unlike the Devildom, you don't have to worry about anyone grabbing you and eating you for lunch there, do you?”

​​“You've got Solomon with you as well, so you should relax and enjoy your time there.“

​​“If only my brothers were as obedient as you are. It is not every day that you get the chance to have me indebted to you. You can expect a one-hundred times return on the investment of your time, that I promise. In return, I expect that you won't let me down.”

​​“How naive. If you don't want me to have wasted my time by informing you, be sat in your seat at the table within the next sixty seconds. It will be just you and me. Let us enjoy the rare breakfast together before my brothers ruin the atmosphere.”

​​“Don't get cocky, MC.”

​​“One spoke at length about the clothing on the Diavolo sticker. It waxed lyrical about how exquisite the design choices were.”

​​“However, I discovered a slew of insults written in invisible ink on the page.“

​​“How could you tell? You really know me well, MC! Hehehe. I was drinking Demonus with Diavolo earlier. And you know, he kept saying all these nice things about you... Let me tell you, I'm also really happy you're down here with us.”

​​“…Who even came up with the idea that whoever empties their bottle first, wins...? Oh, right. I did... My bad. Ah, my head is spinning. Good night MC. Love you.”

​​“Ugh, you thickheaded fool of a demon! What's your skull made of? Granite?”

​​“That's a curse meant to make you stub your toe on the leg of a table… But if you actually do stub your toe, it hurts quite a bit.”

​​“MC. It has come to my attention that Mammon and Asmo took you out for a drive recently. Well, how was it? Enjoyable? …I'm glad to hear it. We all need breaks from the daily grind from time to time. l'd like you to join me for a drive next time. I'll give you a taste of euphoric freedom that those two could never dream of. Prepare for the time of your life.”

​​“If you'd like, we could take a shower together.”

​​“After all, I haven't managed to seduce you yet. I'm going to need more time.”

​​“The three highest-ranked demons in the realm, frolicking about in a frivolous pajama party? How absurd.”

​​“I didn't hear a word you just said. I know nothing about it, and I'm going to keep it that way.”

​​“I see. Then I should be allowed to take a similar photo of you, no? Come stay over in my room again tonight.”

​​“Don't be stupid. I will not allow myself to be clad in demon garb. I'm going to strip off every last piece of it this very instant and fling it as far away from me as I can.”

​​“You're a demon. I'm surprised someone like you is able to feed me lines like that with a straight face. You've got some nerve.”

​​ “Heheheh. Well, he is my brother, after all, so I thought I'd go easy on him. So, should I make this quick, or go slowly, bit by bit? Your choice.”

​​ “So, tell me. what's with the Little D.? The one looking at me with that moronic expression...”

​​“You think you stand a chance against me?! You think you could defeat Lucifer, Avatar of Pride?“

​​ “Well, aren't you persistent. I suppose you won't be happy until you've pummeled the door senseless?”

​​“...Just what were you hoping to accomplish by knocking me down like this, hm? Because doing something like that to me, right now… is making it much harder for me to control myself...!”

​​“Given that you were the one who pounced first, you can't complain when the tables are turned, can you? …I'm so thirsty, I can hardly think straight. I trust you understand what that means.”

​​ “To show my thanks, I suppose I'm not against giving you some special treatment. You'll have to come closer. I'll give you my lap until you're satisfied. ...You'll keep me company until then, won't you?”

​​"You deserve a thank you."

​​ "Sorry, this isn't exactly my cup of tea. I was hoping you'd know me better."

​​"It appears to me you know what pleases me."

​​"Are you really trying to tickle me? Heheheh, you'll have to do much better than that."

​​"Pff...if you think that tickles, you're wrong."

​​"Well, if you insist on touching me, then be my guest.”

​​"Well, hello. How are things?"

​​"You've got some nerve keeping me waiting. Well now, what are you going to do about it?"

​​"I'm back. Hm? ...Did you miss me?"

​​"*sigh* I've had a long day. But seeing you has a way of making me feel better."

​​"Sorry, I had some business to take care of. Well, well, you certainly seem happy to see me."

​​"Done? Let's continue this in my room."

​​"Good night... We'll meet again in our dreams."

​​ "I feel like we both have a nice day ahead of us."

​​ "I enjoyed our time together. Perhaps we should do this again."

​​“You do know what I'm capable of... don't you?"

​​ "Happy Easter. Will you accept it, my little bunny?"

​​"Once you're officially a sorcerer, I'd like you to become powerful enough to shut up Solomon for me."

“Very well. Here I go. Lucifer Kick!”

“Why should I be subjected to the indignation of a pat on the head from you?”

​​“After all, it's a bit like tossing a helpless lamb into the middle of a pack of hungry wolves, isn't it? But it's also important to understand just who it is you're eating, wouldn't you say?“

​​ “It means that I see you as prey, too. Just like the others. It goes without saying that I'm far stronger than you. If I were to pin you down right here and now, you wouldn't be able to do anything about it, now would you? How about we give it a try...?“

​​“You will soon enough.”

​​ “When a vampire feeds, it's not like his human prey feels only pain. Quite the opposite, actually. They're overcome with a feeling of unimaginable ecstasy. The truth is that you want this as well, don't you? You want to feel my arms around you, to give yourself up to me and offer up your blood... You're special. I won't drink you dry...no. I'm going to kiss you again and again, all over your body. Indulging in you just a bit each and every night. And I do mean every night. No other vampire will ever know the taste of your blood…”

​​“Do you have any idea how hard I had to struggle not to do this earlier...? It was all I could do to resist throwing my arms around you right in front of everyone at the party.”

​​ “MC… I missed you. I can tell just from the way you feel against me. I can sense what you're feeling.I'm sorry, MC. ...Sorry it took me so long to get to you. You should really stay with me tonight. We need to make up for all the time lost.“

​​ “You're drunk, you idiot. Oh well, I'll go along with you just for today. Bottoms up.”

​​“Me? Intoxicated? Preposterous. I'm my usual old self.”

​​“You are also fond of me, no?“

​​ “Then come over here. Are you holding back? Come closer. Prepare yourself. If I win, I get to do with you as I please.”

​​“You know there is no turning back after the first pillow is thrown, right?”

“As a demon, I've never cared when humans bred…”

​​“Stop unnecessarily stressing me out. You're shaving years off my life here.”

​​ “I don't mind. If I am not allowed to nag, then I can simply beat these rules into you.”

​​“Is this how you all amuse yourselves? By sending photos of your exposed body parts?”

​​ “Good grief. I need eyes everywhere to keep track of everyone.”

Extras! (It's hard to pick just 100 y'know?)

1. ​​“Leading unhealthy lifestyles, frittering away your time and money… The extent to which you all squander your lives away is quite intolerable to watch.”

2.​​ “Put two or more of you together, and you start getting ideas in your head. Bad ideas.”

3. “The next time one of you puts so much as a toe out of line… I'lI march you all up your beloved Mt. Imminent Death, and ensure that you NEVER return.”

4. “So as an extra bonus, I'll tickle you...”

5. “How nice that you're not letting our large underground gambling problem spoil your fun...”

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𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚

[lacyscabinet]

Taking care of Nat after she got into a fight with her dad, please bless us with your writing (sorry if there is anything wrong, english is not my first language)

A/N: Hiii!!! you literally read my mind because i've been thinking about writing this one-shot for a while (also "bless us with your writing"!? Ur too kind <3) hope you like it!!!!

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Safe

It was a regular Saturday night, the soft chill of fall outside, a big contrast to the warmth of your house. Music was playing softly in the background, you scribbling in your notebook bobbing your head to the beat.

In your peaceful state you almost didn't notice the faint tapping on your window, curiously you perked your head up and noticed small pebbles being thrown at the glass.

Already knowing who it was, you got up and closer to the window, there she was, Natalie, your girlfriend

She was looking up at you and you couldn't help but notice her tear stained face, messy hair and...was that a bruise on her face?

You rushed to the front door, opening it quickly and motioning for your girlfriend to come in, after that you took her hand and led Nat upstairs trying not to wake up your parents, long asleep.

Closing the door behind you when you reached your room, you finally looked at her in the eyes, the once bright and full of life orbs you loved to stare at, now were just full of fear and sadness, and yes, that was definitely a bruise on her upper cheek

One of your hands fell on her waist and the other stroked her cheekbone, in an attempt to soothe the purple bruise

"What happened baby?" You asked, already knowing the answer

She looked down, Natalie never liked being vulnerable in front of someone, so when tears threatened to spill out again she lowered her eyes

"He was mad, he was mad and I was listening to music, he said it was too loud...and then..." her voice broke

"Hey hey... it's okay, it's okay now, you're here" you whispered, pulling her in for a hug, nestling her head on your shoulder Nat let out a loud sob

You held her tightly, stroking her hair and rocking back and forth trying to provide her some needed comfort

You didn't speak, the only noises were the loud sobs and heavy breaths coming from Natalie as she let all her pent up emotions out, she was the one who broke the silence

"I can't, I can't do this anymore, I'm so tired, so so so tired" she spoke between sobs

At that point, you decided in your head that it was time to do something "You are not going back there, you're spending the night" it wasn't a question, it was an announcement, your tone soft but firm at the same time "You're safe here"

At those words she pulled away from the hug and looked straight in your eyes "Thank you y/n" she said with a weak voice

You simply kissed her forehead "You can stay as much as you need Nat, but we can think about it in the morning, it's late and you need to rest baby"

Moving to your bed, you opened the covers, letting her climb in before you, and when you joined her she instantly wrapped her arms around you

"Nah nah" you said quickly, turning around "You're the little spoon today"

You saw a soft genuine smile on her lips as she turned around, waiting for you to cuddle her, and you did, you held her close and peppered kisses on her cheek, keeping her warm and safe.

[rubin-therubix-loverofblorbos]

TF2 INCORRECT QUOTES: ULTIMATE EDITION

Medic: I hate taking off my glasses, because without them, my vision goes from Full HD all the way down to buffering at 240p and I just can't handle that.

Sniper: Are you good? Spy: In what sense? Sniper: Generally. Spy: Oh, definitely not.

Scout: You think that’s cringe? Moms around the world wait 9 months just to end up naming their kid Dell. Engineer: Hey, fuck you.

Soldier: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died. Soldier: I will not yield.

Engineer: Still not over how yesterday when my flight landed, our pilot said we arrived 50 minutes early because they took some "shortcuts". Engineer: Excuse me, we were in the sky, what do you mean???

Spy: Okay, who's turn is it to give the pep talk? Medic: It's Soldier's turn. Soldier: Don't die. Medic, wiping a tear away: Truly inspirational.

Scout: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends. Pyro, Muffled: … Your what? Scout: My friends. Engineer: Are they saying “friends”? Heavy: I think they're being sarcastic. Soldier: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Scout! All of your friends are in this room.

Heavy: If I say I love you, will you say it back? Medic: Yes. Heavy: I love you. Medic: It back. Later Scout: Why is Heavy crying face-down on the floor?

Demoman: What happened to Soldier? Engineer: They died. Demoman: They what? Engineer: They died, but they’re okay. Demoman: …Can you please clarify? Soldier: Clarification is for the weak.

Engineer: Medic, Heavy, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing? Medic, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Heavy is sitting atop: Oh nothing much. Heavy: I love you too :)

Engineer: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have Medic periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’ Engineer: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.

Medic: tapping fingers on table Soldier: taps fingers back furiously Sniper: …What’s going on? Scout: Morse code. They’re talking. Medic: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … - Soldier: slams hands on table YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Soldier, to Demoman: Why is Scout not talking? Demoman: I'm playing the silent game with them. Soldier: Well, then you just lost. Demoman: I lost two hours ago. I gave them ear plugs and told them to close their eyes. It was the only way I could think of to get them to shut up.

Spy: casually taking four stairs at a time Sniper, falling behind, taking two stairs at a time: Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fu-

Engineer: Here are two pictures. One of them is your bedroom, and the other is a garbage dumpster. Can you tell which is which? Scout: Scout: This one is the dumpster. Engineer: They’re both your bedroom.

Engineer: Stop setting things on fire because you're curious about what will happen. What will happen is fire. Medic: But what if something else happens just this one time. -Pyro giggling in the background-

Demoman: I’m having salad for dinner! Engineer: Demoman: Well, fruit salad. Demoman: Actually, it’s mostly grapes. Engineer: Demoman: Okay, it’s all grapes. Demoman: Fermented grapes. Engineer: Demoman: Engineer: Demoman: It’s wine. Demoman: I’m having wine for dinner.

Medic: Truth or dare? Soldier: Truth! Medic: Do you- Engineer: I dare you to kiss me. Soldier: kisses Engineer Medic, to Heavy: They said “truth”, right?

Scout: When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case? Sniper: wHat? Scout: I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved. Sniper: Can we go back to the part when you said "when I get murdered"?

Heavy: Where’s Soldier? Spy: Around. Heavy: Around? Heavy: You don’t have any idea, do you? Soldier, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

Soldier: Do you think I’m ugly? Engineer: It’s not about looks, Soldier. What’s valuable is on the inside… Soldier: Engineer… Engineer: For example, someone's heart. Soldier: Aw… Stop it- Engineer: It could be purchased for more than a million dollars, you know. Soldier: Seriously, stop.

Demoman: In alcohol’s defense, I’ve done some pretty dumb shit while completely sober too.

Sniper: How many children do you have? Spy: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference.

Demoman: What are your adjectives? Spy: …You mean my pronouns? Demoman: No, I know what your pronouns are! What are your adjectives? Spy: …I dunno. What are yours? Demoman: Noisy and chaotic! Spy: I’ve never had something go from making no sense to making complete sense so quickly.

Heavy: Unpopular opinion, not all dogs are good boys. Soldier: Blocked. Heavy: Sometimes, they’re good girls! Soldier: UNBLOCKED!

Soldier: I’ve been here in jail so long I think I’ve lost my mind. Soldier: The days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months. Soldier: How long have I been in here now? Almost a year? Medic: This is Monopoly.

Spy: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Sniper's birthday invitations. Soldier: Well, what are they supposed to say? Spy: "Sniper's birthday". Soldier: So, what do they say instead? Spy: "Sniper’s bi". Soldier: Soldier: Works out either way.

Demoman, clearly drunk: Spy, hit me another drink… wooOO HOOoo… Spy: I think you need a therapist and not a bottle. Demoman: I think yooOOoou need to shuUT YOUR MOUTH! Medic: Spy isn’t answering my messages. Sniper: Allow me. Medic: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi- Spy: replying to message Hello.

Soldier: I think it’s time I get my life in order. Engineer, narrating: But they did not get their life in order. In fact, they got drunk last night and befriended a raccoon. Scout: Sniper! This soup is flaccid! Sniper: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?! Medic, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group. Scout: Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for metaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance! Demoman: My favorite part about Megamind is that he literally grew up on Earth around humans but is still confused about human culture and etiquette. Zhanna: So did I. He's not special. Engineer: Guys where did Scout go? Medic: They got arrested. Engineer: How the hell- Scout: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people. Miss Pauling: Soldier, we tried things your way. Soldier: No, we didn't. Miss Pauling: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

Demoman: I like your top, Sniper! Spy: I have a name, you know. Sniper: Sighs Why. Why are you like this? Demoman: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way? Sniper: Excuse me Lovely. Would you give me the honor of indulging in sexual activities with you? Miss Pauling: What the fuck is wrong with you two? Heavy: Is the Grinch his name, ethnicity, or job? Scout: It's a slur. Scout: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT! Engineer: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity. Pyro, Muffled: Do you know the ABCs of first aid? Sniper: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad. Engineer: Engineer? Yeah, I'm enginEERING MY FUCKIN' LIMIT! Soldier: Heavy has no idea I’m high. Heavy: You’re high? Soldier: Oh, I’m sorry. Soldier, leaning over to Medic: Heavy has no idea I’m high.

Zhanna: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming? Spy: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"? Heavy: Ya know... it might be. Engineer: The smell of Home Depot is cathartic... Fairies live in the lights and chandeliers section, gnomes live in the outdoor gardening department... Spy: Stop romanticizing Home Depot. Engineer: Pixies live in the paint aisle. Fuck you. Engineer: Oh, fiddlesticks. Sniper: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language. Engineer: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them? Sniper: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them. Engineer: Okay yeah thanks Sniper, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT? Applebee's Waiter: What would you like to order? Pyro: I'll take the apple. Applebee's Waiter: We don't actually sell apples. Pyro, visibly frightened: Okay then... I'll have the bees... Medic: Make her pussy wet, not her eyes. Spy: Make his dick hard, not his life. Scout: Break her bed, not her heart. Pyro, Muffled: Play with her boobs, not her feelings. Sniper: Get on his dick, not his nerves. Soldier: Always salt your pasta while boiling it.

Scout: Which country has the most birds? Scout: Portu-geese! Engineer: That's a language. Scout: Portu-gull? Engineer: Good recovery. Medic: I think you mean good re-dovery. Spy: TURKEY. HOW DID WE MISS TURKEY? Zhanna: Okay, if we can't do it by sheer force, we'll do it my way. Spy: But your way is sheer force! Scout: Pokemon is trying to slowly convince us Pikachu was always fluffy and I for one accept this future. Heavy: Did you think the mouse was just smooth and had yellow skin like a little simpsons demon?? Scout: Scout: Maybe. Demoman: What are you drinking? Engineer: Vodka. Demoman: Straight? Engineer: No, gay. Why? Soldier: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked* Engineer: What did you do?! Soldier: NOBODY DIED! UNFORTUNATELY! Engineer: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Pyro, trying to comfort Sniper: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there. Sniper: But MuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuum... Medic: Can someone translate this? I don't know Australian. Scout: I'll do my best. Ahem. AY YO MA. Scout: Yum, thanks! Kidnapper: *puts more tape over their mouth* I said stop eating it. Medic, barging in: Syphilis! Engineer: Medic: Engineer: Pardon? Zhanna: I have no respect for this Santa character. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man. Engineer: You can't wake up if you never got to sleep. Sniper: Scout, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life? Scout: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all. Engineer: I have a problem. Soldier: Kill it. Engineer: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

Zhanna: Are you okay? Heavy, crying: Yeah, it was just the onions. Zhanna: Picks up an onion What the fuck did you say to my brother? Sniper: Our relationship is strictly professional. Spy, sitting on Sniper’s lap: Absolutely. Only on business. Pyro: Do you ever think? Because I do not. Soldier: Screw lactose intolerance! I will consume as much dairy as I want! Soldier 2 hours later, crying on the floor: WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH?! Heavy, to Engineer: If Scout doesn't say "I'm King of the world" within an hour on that boat, I will give you my next pay check. Scout, within 5 minutes of getting on the boat: I'M KING OF THE WORLD!!! Zhanna: You know, I used to play back in my gory days. Demoman: You mean glory days? Zhanna: Ah, that too. Medic: Heavy, do you love me? Heavy: Of course I do! Medic: Would you still love me if I did something bad? Heavy: Well, of course I… would… Medic: I mean something really, really— Heavy: Medic, what did you do?

Engineer: Come on, Spy. Nobody actually believes that Soldier is in love with me. Spy, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Soldier is helplessly in love with Engineer. Everyone raises their hand Engineer: Soldier, put your hand down. Pyro, Muffled: Dude, we can get mythical animals! Maybe I’ll get a penguin! Medic: Penguins are real. Pyro, Muffled: That’s the spirit, Medic! They’re real to me too! Miss Pauling: double checking supplies in the boat Compass. CB radio. Sunscreen. Pyro, Muffled: Hot dog costumes! Miss Pauling: I’m sorry, what? Pyro, Muffled: You know, in case we get lost at sea, and one of us, probably Soldier, goes mad with hunger, we’ll put these on. Soldier hates hot dogs, so they probably won’t eat us. Miss Pauling: Are you saying that Soldier would rather eat us than hot dogs? Soldier: I do hate hot dogs. Demoman: So, how long have you and Engineer been together? Soldier: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Engineer and I are not together. No. No. Demoman: Really? Sixteen ‘nos’? Really? Scout: I bet you can’t make a sentence without the letter “A”! Engineer: You thought you just did something there, didn’t you? Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but numerous sentences could be constructed without employing the first letter of the English lexicon. Demoman: Fuck you. Heavy: Uh, Engineer? Demoman is in the pool and I don't think they're waterproof. Engineer: What? Zhanna: I think they meant, Demoman is drowning. Engineer: WHAT?! Meanwhile Demoman: is drowning Miss Pauling: OH MY GOD, DEMOMAN! KEEP SWIMMING! Demoman: I can't swim, dumbass— sinks Miss Pauling: DEMOMAN!

Sniper: is hugging Engineer Zhanna: Hey! It's my turn to hug Engineer! Zhanna: grabs Engineer Demoman: kicking down the door What do you mean, "yOuR tUrN"? We agreed now is my time slot! Sniper: No, It's still my turn! Engineer: suffocating Guys, I love you, but just because I'm the smallest doesn't mean you can be huggin' me constantly! Zhanna: But we need the moral support! Sniper: And you're small! Which is cute! Demoman: If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning. Engineer: close to tears Well- I, I guess. Miss Pauling: Well, you know what they say: Can’t bake a pie without losing a dozen men! Pyro: No problemo! Pyro, internally: But it was all problemo. Miss Pauling: Are you sure this is safe? Soldier: Safer than Flintstone vitamin gummies in a bottle. Soldier: Keep twisting, junior! All you’re gonna get is clicks. Scout: I'd roast you, but my mom says I can't burn trash. Scout: slow-mo walks out of the room

AND ON THAT NOTE, YOU'VE {somehow} REACHED THE END OF THIS ATROCITY!

[mercurygray]

5. Seeking solace for Fred and Brady please.

Also, love your writing and I hope you’re doing well. :)

The 1920s AU won't leave me alone, so here's some Fred and Brady.

Fair warning: it's a little sad.

--

She'd seen her share of drunks, but not like this. And never him.

The Bloody Boys didn't drink in her father's bar, and never to get drunk - a shot in the afternoon while they were collecting, or the better part of a beer to be sociable, perhaps, but rules were rules and manners were manners, and it was Fred's father who paid and they who collected, which meant that they got their drinks elsewhere.

But here John Brady was - drunk on their doorstep. He looked up with bleary eyes when she opened the door, her coat thrown on over her nightgown and robe, and squinted.

"Fred. Didn'…didn' know where else to go."

His coat was open, usually neatly parted hair mussed and falling in his eyes, and there was blood on the front of his shirt, strangely far down. She had a sudden thought of stabbings. "Jesus, John, are you hurt?

He looked down, as if just noticing it for the first time. "It's not mine. 's Curt's."

That didn't help her. "Is Curt hurt? Where is he? Why's he not with you?"

"He's dead," Brady said, wavering. "Bled out in my lap at the fight." He gestured half-heartedly at the stains like that would explain it. "Bloody nose wouldn't stop. Doc said…knocked his spine loose." he looked up at her again. "I didn't…didn't know where else to go. Didn' wan' to… be alone."

Fred nodded, trying to make sense of all of it, trying to make her mind move forward when all it wanted to do was sit on the stoop with John and cry.

"Why don't we get you inside, huh? Can we do that?" She stood up and tried to pull him with her, and the dead weight of him nearly pulled her back down. Eventually he found his feet and staggered up, following her inside so she could deposit him into a chair. "Sit - sit there. I'm just going to - to make a phone call, okay?"

Her whole body was buzzing, waiting for operator to ask for the number in the tiny little cabinet behind the bar. Come on, come on, it's two in the morning, who the hell else are you helping? And then the pause and clear air and Number please? Abbott 4378, and the operator's bored, tired Connecting you, and the dull ring of the buzzer on the other end, and then a gruff voice picking up, the club noisy in the background. "Yeah?"

"It's Freda, at Torvaldsen's."

"Ayyyy, Fred! What's the matter, gorgeous, you lonely?"

"Save it," she ordered, impatient and angry. "John Brady's in our taproom stinking drunk. Can someone get him?" She took a breath, let the words out in a rush. "Curtis Biddick's dead."

There was a pause on the other end - the jokes were gone. "Yeah, we heard. Keep him there, will you? We'll send someone round." She nodded, her throat still tight, fighting back tears of her own. "Shame about Biddick," the voice on the other end said. "He was a good guy."

Fred nodded, her lips in a tight line, too afraid to agree aloud. He was so good - the best. "Be seeing you. Bye."

She stepped back from the phone and hung up the handset, ringing off so the operator would know the line was free, and turned back to the bar, trying to quickly wipe the tears out of her eyes. Curt, dead. And John was here.

Her guest had made his way to the piano, picking at the keys and plinking out what sounded like an off-key version of Danny Boy. Fred's mind filled in the words as he went, too familiar after too many nights with too many drunks and too many funerals. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.

He looked at her with watery desperation, his hair still hanging in his eyes. It was a strange look for him, who was always so well dressed and so well mannered. He'd shrugged off his overcoat and was sitting on the piano bench in his shirtsleeves, his bloody shirt now fully visible. "Play somethin' for him, Fred. Somethin' pretty. He liked when you played."

Fred sniffed and wiped her eye again. She could just see the man himself at the bar, all twinkling blue eyes and wry smiles, with his clobbered nose and burly shoulders, always looking like he was ready to do battle. How you gonna fight tonight, Curt? Like a bird! They won't catch me. "All right. Something pretty." The only thing she could do was play.

She sat down next to him and found that every single song she'd ever known had gone clear out of her head. Something pretty. What the hell's pretty on a night like this?

Her fingers found the keys, trying to remember the notes and the right key, but a few false starts soon put her right. He used to whistle this, sometimes. And Brady was right there, right next to her, his shoulder pressed to hers, still smelling like desperation and the gutter.

And she must have been doing an okay job, because Brady joined in, his church choir tenor surprisingly good, for a drunk man.

Pack up all my cares and woes, here I go, winging low Bye, bye, blackbird Where somebody waits for me Sugar's sweet, so is she Bye, bye, blackbird

No one here can love or understand me Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me Make my bed and light the light, I'll arrive late tonight Blackbird, bye, bye.

She could barely see the piano keys, her eyes too full of tears. Bye bye, Blackbird.

Suddenly Brady's head was on her shoulder, his nose pressed into her neck, and she could feel hot tears on her skin. Her hands left the piano keys, wrapped themselves around his shoulders and pulled him close, and for a moment it didn't matter that he was nearer now than he had a right to be when she was dressed like this. She closed her eyes and let him be, finding some small solace in the warmth of him.

--

The next morning John woke up on a couch in the club's backroom, an overcoat thrown over him and Jim Douglass snickering to see him looking like something the cat dragged in.

"But you and Fred had a nice time, huh? Her in her robe and all?"

John held his head and hid his frowns, drinking the whiskey Jim offered to take the edge off his headache. He didn't know what hurt worse - the hangover or the loss of Curt, or the thought that he couldn't remember just what it was he'd done with Fred.

[slimybeth69]

a small spark vs a great forest

frankie morales X +18 lady reader (no descriptions but has background) warnings: excplicit/smut (Minors DNI) toxic relationships (not frank), alcohol/smoking mentioned and used, twin flame connections, unhealthy obsessions, the use of little girl or Niñita (with no real defied age gap), other sad shit :(

A/N: this is my first time posting smut on here so i'm sorry if I fucked anything up or didn't do it right. this is being cross posted from my ao3 account and if you'd like to check it out, the link is in my bio.

Summary: Meeting Frank outside the bar that night hadn't ever been apart of your plan... and what the hell did he just say to you?

chapter 1 of ?

There isn’t much that you wouldn’t do for a cigarette right now– but you quit. It wasn’t easy and it’s not a habit you’d like to have to drop again, so you just pace outside of the bar you’re also not going to go into. 

Fuck. 

This isn’t how you expected this night to go—fighting with your boyfriend, Cooper. Ex-boyfriend. You’re single. Freshly single and wanting to go inside and have a drink but, that’s something else that you’re just not sure would be a good idea right now. 

Not that you have a problem. You get sad when you drink and you call anyone on your phone who will listen to you drunkenly cry at three a.m. 

PSA, it’s not many. So, you just avoid that whole situation and decide maybe you should try to find some weed. That’s never been an issue and you’d… love to eat whatever you can get your hands on and then sleep for a solid nine to ten hours. 

The music inside is pretty inviting though and someone in there probably has weed. Someone has to have it. They’ve gotta. 

Your phone rings and you almost don't answer it when you see the caller I.D. and Cooper’s picture. He still has things of yours though so you have to speak to him. "Hello?"

"Hey..." He sounds apologetic and like he's got more to say. He sounds like he has his tail between his legs instead of a dick. "Do you think we could...I dunno, talk sometime?" He asks meekly. 

"No, I don't wanna talk to you. I just want my stuff back." You whisper, the tears burn at your eyes and you feel that sting in your sinuses. 

He chuckles and his tone changes drastically. "You're not getting your shit back until you come fucking talk to me, bitch. So... fix your fucking attitude and get over here... come talk to me."

You roll your eyes even though he can't see you. He wants to play a tough guy now? "Oh, did you grow a pair all of a sudden?" You're smirking but his next reaction startles you. 

"You think you're fucking cute? Get your stupid ass over here and talk to me or I'll burn your shit, you stupid cunt. Do you think I'm playing around? You think this is a fucking joke?" He's snarling through the phone. 

"Excuse me? You fucked MY friend and you expect me to just drop---"

"I. Do. Not. Care." Your ex-boyfriend cuts you off and snorts gently. "I let you leave to cool off but quit fucking around. Get here now, or I'm coming to find you." He warns. "You forget I know where you live-- I know where you work? You think that this ended because we fought?" 

"Come here, I fucking dare you. Show up at my job, please show up at my job. Do you think the guys I work with would let you even get through the door? Do you forget that I've got at least fifteen pounds on you? You scrawny fucking---" You're snarling now, right back at him.

"I'll fucking ruin you, you stupid fucking whore. Watch me. Watch me burn all your shit. I'll burn your fucking apartment down. I'll ruin your fucking life." 

You snort at his response. "I'd love to see you try, Coop. I really want to see you try." You whisper into the phone before hanging up.

You...fall apart while his words resonate in your head. He has never spoken to you like that before, there had never been threats made like that and now...you're not scared... you're...tempted to call him the fuck back? What? Why do you wanna go talk to him now? After he said all those terrible things? Is he really that broken up over you guys not being together? 

No.

You know that's not what this is. He's toxic. He's abusive, apparently?

You need to stay away from him. You can get new stuff, you can buy new clothes and shoes. You don't need to see him ever again.

You wipe your cheeks hastily, trying to banish the evidence of your vulnerability. No more tears for him. Not now. Not ever again. You want to scream and go find a dark corner to crawl away and hide in. This doesn’t really seem fair. Not fair at all.

Your right hand is on the door handle and you’re about to pull the door towards you when it’s forcefully slammed into your knuckles by someone inside pushing the door out. 

“Fuuuck.” You groan and blinding pain shoots up your hand and into your wrist. You turn around while you cradle your wounded hand gently against your chest. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You hiss under your breath. 

If there was ever a sign to go the fuck home right now? This was it. 

“Oh shit!” A man's voice from behind you cuts through the haze of pain and the next thing you know, you have hands on your shoulders and are being spun around. 

“Get the fuck off of— oh…” You trail off when you’re face to face with chocolate brown eyes that are wet and bloodshot from whatever he had been drinking. It smells like tequila. 

“Sorry…” The unnamed man apologizes for injuring you. His eyes drop down to the hand you have clutched to your chest. “You ok?” He asks, his voice soft but still deep and velvety. 

You stare at him for a moment; lost in the wrinkles around his eyes. His lips are full and look so soft, you’re thinking about what they’d feel like pressed against the nape of your neck while his hands move down your shoulders—

“Get off me!” You snap at him, realizing he has his hands on your shoulders and you should be alarmed and angry at this stranger touching you like this. 

This guy's hands fall to his sides and he stands tall, towering over you now that he’s not hunched to inspect your not-so-serious injury. He’s a lean, solid mass in front of you now. His dark hair is tousled lightly and curled from underneath the brim of his baseball cap. His skin is sun-kissed. He’s got a faint scar on his left cheekbone.

“Sorry. 'M a little buzzed.” He chuckles with words that have what sound like nerves laced all around them. “Frank.” He holds out his right hand for you to shake. Your eyes drop down to his hand and then back to his eyes. 

Awkwardly, with your left hand, you give him a weird handshake-hand-hug thing for less than a second. You don’t respond to him because… you’re not interested. Not at all. 

You just got out of some dumb shit and you’re not trying to let new dumb shit inside you. 

“Thanks for… I dunno, I’m fine. Have a good rest of your night.” You start off in the direction of your apartment but his footsteps behind you make you pause and then so does he. 

“I’m not following you. I also live this way.” Frank’s tone is serious and honest– almost urgent. 

“Okay. You go first, then. Not taking any fuckin’ risks…” You wave him past you with your left and watch as he walks from behind you and you give him ten steps before you fall in line behind him. 

This is dumb. The further you get away from the bar, the darker it gets and the more opportunity he has to turn around and grab you and steal you away into a dark corner. No…that you’d mind? He’s so big and so strong and…the complete opposite of the fucking loser you’ve been seeing for almost the last year.

No. You would mind being abducted by this handsome, dangerous stranger, very much! You’re not that kind of person. You’re going home to lick your knuckles like a cat and cry about your stupid ex-boyfriend. You’d let Frank lick your knuckles if he asked. You’d let him strip you down naked and lick every inch of you.

Fuck. Stop thinking like that!! You’re barely out of a relationship with your maybe ex-boyfriend and you’re thinking about what Frank’s tongue feels like. You’re getting too ahead of yourself.

“Do you live around here?” he asks without turning around or even turning his head. 

“Why?” You question. You don’t live close but you're not too far away. Why does he wanna know? What is this strange, handsome man planning?

“Are you okay getting home by yourself?” he still doesn’t turn around, or even slow his pace at all to get closer to you. 

“I’ll be fine.” You glare at the back of his head and his broad shoulders that look so strong and sturdy. Your tone must match the way you’re looking at him because Frank scoffs. 

“I was just askin’, Cariño.” The word rolls off of his tongue. Your pussy– which must have a mind of her own, throbs, and your lower stomach flutters. 

You don’t even know what that word means and you’re already leaking. He could have just called you a cunt and honestly, it would not have mattered to you. You’re on the verge of speeding up your pace to walk alongside him when he speaks again. 

“Relax..."

What the fuck did he just say? All the anger, the pain in your hand and his bullshit is too much. You snap and can no longer even pretend to be nice. “Fuck you.”  You’re berating him when he turns around to look at you. “How dare you? Do you know how fucking scary it is to be a woman today?” He’s still walking, but backwards and more slow. “To walk home alone from the bar—”

He holds his hands up innocently and glances over his shoulder as he continues to walk backward. “S’why I offered to walk you home, Hermosa. No harm intended.” 

“It’s creepy.” You glare at his handsome face now that he’s looking at you. His mustache is thick. The facial hair on his cheeks is slightly patchy, but dark with a little gray speckled throughout. You’re trying not to smile at him for being so handsome. 

He winks at you and then turns around.  “You’re still following me though.” He says to the empty street in front of him. “I’d feel bad if somethin’ happened to you and I could have prevented it…” You watch as he shoves his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. 

“Or… you wanna be the bad thing that happens to me. ” The tone in which you say this does not reflect the fear you have in your heart— it makes your lower stomach twirl inside you when you say it; like it was something naughty. A tone that mirrored something else inside of you that was not fear. 

“This is me.” He stops outside of an apartment building, turning now to look at you again. “I’m not bad.” He smirks at you and then walks towards the door that will take him inside. 

You both stop and stare at each other right before he walks in. 

“I'm only bad when you beg for it, Niñita.” His voice is honey-dipped as he gives you another wink. Then he slips inside without another word and you’re left on the sidewalk wondering why you’re a miserable bitch. 

You could have had a good time tonight. You wanted to be a bitch to the one handsome guy that didn’t give off serial killer vibes within the first ten seconds of meeting him. 

It’s so quiet as you wait for him to come back, grab you by the hair, and pull you inside. You want him to do that so badly. You think you might need it. 

You cannot remember the last time you had an orgasm from sex. It’s been embarrassingly long— about as long as your most recent relationship… so…like seven or eight months. 

Fingers and mouths and toys? Sure, yeah. 

It’s not the same! 

Frank seems like the kind of guy who would make you come. He seems like the kinda guy who wouldn’t come until you did. 

Fuck. 

It’s fine. You don’t need that bullshit anyway. You need to focus on yourself, your happiness, and your peace. 

Frank didn’t seem like peace! He seems like trouble– like standing outside his apartment at three a.m calling him several times to let you in. 

The walk back to your apartment is filled with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. It takes you fifteen minutes, but you arrive safely. Once inside you strip down to your undies and crawl in bed. 

You should have just come here in the first place and never even went to the bar– even though you didn’t go in. Now you’re minds consumed with thoughts of this guy Frank. 

Frank and the thing he said. 

“I'm only bad when you beg for it, Niñita. ” 

What could that mean? You know exactly what it means and you want it. You want him to be bad and you want to beg him for it. 

You want him to put his boot on your throat— that’s what you really want. Is for him to completely control you so that you don’t have to do or think about one single thing. 

Being an asshole to him was the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. 

Why couldn’t you be an asshole to your ex-boyfriend when you met him!? You loved right up on that piece of shit and he’s a soft, pussy bitch! Up until tonight, aparently when he wanted to call you a cunt and threaten to burn all your things. You spent seven months trying to make him feel like he was worth something only for him to go be worth something inside your friend Chelsea. 

That made you feel sooooooo good. You loved that. You loved that you poured every ounce of yourself into a man who didn't deserve you. Who, throughout the seven months you were together never once did anything nice for you! Never made you feel special or cared about.

You used to be someone YOU liked. Someone YOU didn't mind being alone with but now it was like every single moment you had to yourself was filled with thoughts of self-loathing and how you're an idiot and this is the worst thing you could have ever done. 

How could you do that? Let your guard down and let someone hurt you that way? Seriously? After spending so many years building up those bricks. Carefully scraping off the access mortar so that you had a very neat and beautiful brick wall built around yourself and then some weak-dick asshole who cried talking about the Civil War broke your heart?? Really?? Some guy that got drunk off two whiskeys and wanted to talk about history and cry over it?

Perfect. 

You should go fuck one of Cooper's friends. 

If they weren’t all absolutely disgusting you would. You’d tie your ex to a chair and then fuck one of his friends right in front of him. Maybe even orgasm for once and show him what it looks like when a woman comes with a dick inside of her. 

They are all disgusting, though, so you’ll just lay in bed and think of Frank.

It’s the next night when you see Frank again, and the only reason you do is because you take the long way home around his apartment building from work. Thankfully Cooper didn’t show up at your job today.

Frank’s walking out of his building with his head down. His face is almost completely hidden by his baseball cap. He's walking in the direction you're coming from, looking at his phone as you pass him. His head flicks to the side as you walk by and you hear his boots shuffle on the pavement. 

“Cariño?” His voice makes you shiver and you get goosebumps on every single inch of your skin. You bite your lip and take a deep breath to compose yourself before you look over your shoulder, and you don’t stop walking. 

“You talking to me?” You ask casually, acting like you don’t remember him even though he has not left your head once since last night. 

“I sure am.” Frank is walking now in the direction you’re going instead of the way you came from. “So you got home safe last night, Hermosa?” He asks quietly. 

“Clearly.” You roll your eyes and cannot keep the miserable bitch contained. She is right there– always front and center to keep your soft, delicate insides protected from guys like Cooper and Frank.

Frank snorts and shoves his phone into his pocket, his steps sync up with yours mindlessly– but you notice and you can smell his cologne now that he’s so close to you. It’s spicy but sweet at the same time; with notes of sweet vanilla and rich tobacco. It’s intoxicating and completely new to you. 

“Niñita—” 

You had googled what that meant when you got home and now that you know what it means, your pussy is throbbing again and you’re two steps away from telling him to take you upstairs to his apartment and fuck you until you’re crying.

You don’t. 

“Stop calling me that. You don’t even know me and you’re what— what do you want?” You’re short and tense with him even though you don’t mean to be. 

Frank smirks and with his right hand he pulls the baseball cap off his head and with his left hand, he runs his fingers through his hair before replacing the hat back on his messy curls. “Sorry,” he mumbles.

Your heart aches and you don’t even know this man. “No, I’m sorry.” You utter in frustration. “I’m just having a shit month.” 

“Let me take you out sometime, try and cheer you up or something?” Frank offers and while you’re walking the outside of his hand brushes against yours for a moment. 

You do your best to not look down at his hand lingering against yours and you keep your eyes forward, not looking up into his face either. “I’m all set, thanks. I’m not really looking for anything—”

Frank’s hand is gone from beside yours but it’s because he’s in front of you now, looking down at you as he blocks your path on the sidewalk. “I’m not looking for anything either… just a good time.” 

“This what you want?” His words are strained and his breathing is labored. Frank's teeth find your collarbone and they graze across the sensitive skin.

“Cariño?” His voice rips through your erotic daydream and now you could cry. Your thighs are rubbing together mindlessly and you can feel the sweat forming on your brow. You need to have a real orgasm but you're so fragile right now that you're not sure if you can handle being with someone else. 

You'd become infatuated with him like an idiot! You’d become obsessed with him and make him think you were crazy! He’s the most rugged and handsome man you might have ever met.

“I have to go …”

Frank pinches his brows together as his gaze scan down the length of your body, watching you fidget uncomfortably and then he looks into your eyes again, taking a step closer. “I didn’t mean–”

“I need to go home.” You cut him off because you’re about to drop to your knees right here and take him out of his jeans and slobber on him in the worst way possible. You are desperate for something, someone who isn’t your ex and Frank is so fucking hot. 

The top of Frank’s tongue darts across his bottom lip and he takes another step towards you, your legs feel like they’re going to give out at any moment. “What’s wrong? What are you looking for?” 

You stare up at him, partially drooling at the way he speaks to you. It’s so gentle but so demanding of the answer. “I don’t know.” You whisper. 

He takes one more step and closes the distance between you two. “Just tell me… I’m not gonna bite.” 

The words come out of your mouth before you can stop them, “I want….” You whisper, lost in his eyes and his intoxicating scent. “I need….” You trail off because you want him to bite you. You want him to tilt your head to the side and bite down on the soft flesh where your shoulder meets your neck. You whine softly in the tension you're creating for yourself. You could give in. Let him do whatever he wants to you but you're so fucking scared of the place your heart is in. 

Frank's eyes go wide and he smirks, his hand reaching for you. “I could do anything, Hermosa…” He whispers down to you, his fingers brushing against yours. That small contact is all you need to pull you away from whatever hypnotizing force he’s using. 

You instinctively pull away and gasp quietly. “Stop,” your shaky voice deceives you as you try to push him away. But he leans in closer, his chest brushing against. Your heart pounds against his, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body as he whispers.

“Who cares if you know me?” Frank suggests in a seductive tone that makes you melt on the sidewalk in front of him. His breath on your lips? You’re a puddle, an angry one, but a puddle nonetheless. Who does he think you are? An easy lady who just sleeps with the first hot guy she sees?

There are so many different things going on inside your head right now. How badly you want him, how frustrated you are that your ex will not give you your things back. You’re not on the verge of tears anymore, you’re so angry. So incredibly filled with rage that you could spit on Frank. 

You shove him away from you gently but his hands find your wrists and grasp them tightly. Your eyes flick down to his hands on you like this and fear tingles down your spine. He’s strong, so much stronger than you, and if you wanted to fight him off… you don’t think you’d be able to. 

“Stop…” You’re so angry but you’re acting so timid, so meek and mildly mannered, but if anyone else ever did this to you? You’d give them a nice strong knee to their balls. How dare he? 

You’re not doing anything to stop Frank, though.

With his hands still gripping your wrists, he leans in and whispers against your lips, “It feels like you want someone to put you in your place.” You’re vibrating from anticipation. “If you want me to put you where you belong, Hermosa, just say the word…” 

“Let me go…” You whisper, filled with trepidation but your eyes are watering with the need for something. You don't even know what it is, but everything about him is making you tremble in a way you haven't in so long. His eyes flash devilishly and something even darker somehow, something that sends a thrill down your spine.

“Let you go?” he echoes, his voice low and teasing. "Really?" You stare up at him, unable to respond to his question. Your pulse races, caught in a mess of desire and anger, desperate to break free from both his hold and the bullshit that had become your life. His grip tightens, but not in a way that feels threatening. More like he’s anchoring you; like he can sense your unease in the heartbeat in your wrists against his fingers. “Just say it again,” he urges, and then his voice drops an octave. “Use your words and I'll let you go." 

You’re brain stops working. “I-I…” You stammer, your breath hitching.

Frank chuckles softly, the sound reverberates in a low rumble through the chest you’re pressed against. “You what, Hermosa?” His eyes are so intense that they threaten to swallow you whole. "You want to have fun with me but you're depriving yourself?" 

“I—I… I can’t...” You shiver under his touch, and everything inside you is screaming to leave. 

“Why?” His voice is barely above a whisper and his grip never wavers. "I've never seen you around before... now two days in a row? Unlikely. You came this way on purpose... you wanted to see me again, didn't you?" 

That this is the worst idea you could ever have. He’s going to hurt you worse than your ex-boyfriend. He’ll break you into one million little pieces if you let him in.

Frank's breath smells like cinnamon gum and weed and you're so tempted to just let go of everything telling you to fight back. You want him to kiss you. "You come this way because you wanted to see me again?" He questions you again like he can visibly see your walls and self-control crumbling inside of you, because yes, you did want to see him again.  

“I don’t know what I want...” You whine softly and feel something stir deep inside of you. It’s a reckless urge to forget everything else—even the heartache still festering in your chest.

“I know what you want, Niñita. Let me help you.”

[krikeymate]

Okay I remember how you said that you wished there had been cctv in Tara’s house so there was video footage of the attack and it got me thinking. So in act 3 of VI when Tara and chad or having their moment and Tara’s stabbed in the back both Ethan and Quinn are attacked, Chad is stabbed like in the movie while Tara is knocked out and taken away by ghostfaces. When Sam bursts through the room her sister is GONE and chad is bleeding out on the floor. Sam turns suddenly at the wound of screams…Tara’s screams she runs back into the main part of the shrine only to see that the screams are coming from the projector as Tara’s attack in woodsboro is displayed on the screen. Sam is frozen too traumatised by what she is witnessing, by the pain her sister is in before ghostface comes bursting through and then we get the bit with Kirby and Bailey but in this scene only Quinn stands next to Bailey. This then leads to the put the mask on Sam scene but in this version Bailey has a better persuasion method for Sam as a spotlight forms on Ethan as the top of the balcony holding Tara’s barely conscious body a knife to her throat and cuts across her face and neck as Bailey gives Sam the choice “Kill your sister yourself or we will give her the most excruciating, painful end. Your choice Sam”

Tara's Woodsboro attack being shown on the projector would have been so epic. It was such a missed opportunity not having there be a recording of that, especially as they talked up how they wanted to integrate technology into the new Scream for the new age.

Tara's half hanging over the balcony, barely conscious, Ethan's grip on her hair the only thing preventing her from falling. Blood is dripping down from a wound on the side of her head. Her shoulder is coated from an unseen wound. Despite the thumping of her heart and these fuckers laughter, all Sam can hear is Tara's whimpering from above her.

In the background, Tara's screams from last year echo throughout the room, the recording playing on a loop on the stage curtain. On one side is a slightly smaller projection showing a younger Richie talking to a camera, on the opposite side a home-made fan film by Richie Kirsch.

Bailey throws the Ghostface mask at her feet. He tells her "I want you to know what it's like, to lose a part of yourself. To have it be ripped away... But I'm not a monster, Sam. I'll let you do it yourself, you can make it painless. It's more than you deserve after what you did to my boy. But if you refuse? Then we'll make what you did to Richie feel like a mercy."

"Don't worry Sam, you won't have to live with the guilt long. Neither of you are getting out of here alive," Quinn chimes in, pushing her from behind.

Ethan lets go of Tara's hair when Sam takes too long to act, her eyes lingering on legs slipping away behind a display down the room.

"NO!" she screams up at him as Tara topples over, only to be grabbed at the last moment. She can see her sister's tears, the way she's trying to keep hold of the railing with one bloody hand, the other unable to take her weight from her injury.

Ethan cackles as Tara begs him please, please stop, please don't do this. He meets Sam's eyes, and lets go of Tara.

Sam rushes beneath her to try and catch her, the both of them crashing to the floor. Tara's pained sounds remind Sam of that night in the hospital, elevator doors dinging open to reveal Ghostface standing over her sister. The way she cried as Sam picked her up off the floor. She cries now in her arms. "Sam." "It's ok, I've got you, it's going to be ok, Tara." It's a lie. Sam doesn't know how any of this can possibly be ok. She doesn't know how she's going to get her sister out of this.

A knife slides across the floor. Sam looks up to a gun pointed towards her. Bailey smirks at her. "Well don't keep us waiting."

[yonderly-alamort]

[ 𝟐𝟐 : 𝟏𝟖 ] 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐎 ─── 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨.

This was definitely not the plan. You didn't expect to end up this way, much less tonight. You didn't think about the possibility of this happening: leaving the prom shortly after it even starts; wasting time sitting in one of the chairs set up in the courtyard while the music coming from the party plays in the background; wasting that time alone, with no one, no one, no your supposed date, just you alone and the paltry presence of the birds chirping in the trees.

Well, rather you, the birds and the dark silhouette of the approaching person. But you haven't noticed that yet.

"Aww, how come you're alone, honey?" you expected it to be anyone but him. He, with that shit-eating grin on his face, walks over to you and squats down to try to be at the same height putting on a fake expression of what looks like compassion.

Maybe I'm not making it clear exactly who I'm talking about, so I should introduce him a little better: Suna Rintaro, the idiot you share a class with and have something akin to a rivalry or feud. Always picking on the other, comparing test scores, looking to be the first, trying to bring the other one down so that only one makes it to the top.

"Do you really care or are you just here to make me feel worse?"

At that, Suna's self-sufficient face disappears and, probably for the first time in your life, turns into a more serious attitude.

"What happened to that idiot you were coming to the prom with?"

"Maybe he's in some corner inside the gym, I don't know."

"And you're here? Now clearly I have a good justification to call him a jerk." he said letting out something similar to a laugh and a snort at the same time.

Suddenly, Rintaro stands up quickly and starts to balance on himself. You didn't understand much of what he wanted to do but when he reached out his hand towards you you didn't think much of it and grabbed it. His next words surprised you even more:

"Will you dance with me?"

In that instant you didn't care about that stupid rivalry, not when he looked so beautiful under the moon and the ambiance given by the street lamps; not in that nice dark gray suit that greatly complemented his beautiful green eyes.

Minutes later the two of you were both with sore feet and a sore stomach from your laughter.

"You know, I need to ask, how come you're doing this for me? A few days ago we were tearing each other's hair out and now we're acting like we're... well, I think you get the point."

"I just wanted to make you laugh. I don't know, it'll sound strange considering all the things I've done but, I don't like seeing you sad."

After that sentence neither of you knew what to say, a slightly tense silence falls over you, slowly growing as glances fall into each other's mouths.

"How mad would you be if I kissed you?" hearing Suna's question, you really didn't need any more to pounce and press your lips to his.

Long seconds later you break apart and look at each other. The first to break the silence was him:

"Are you blushing?"

"Oh my, Rin, shut up."

Maybe the night hasn't started in the best way, but thanks to that you have been able to get closer to the one who now could become someone special in your life.

If you want to know more click here & you'll find all the links!

© yonderly alamort 2022. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

[fillinforlater]

Enough negativity! Tell me five of your favorite fanfics posted this year that aren’t yours and why you like them!

2021: Smite’s Appreciative Recap

When I think back to what I have read this year, I can find many, many different fics by different writers that fascinated, encouraged or enchanted me. Picking only 5 is hard, but I think these are my favorites:

@worldsover: Upper Flower Lower

This masterpiece by the legendary Levi is the biggest reason I am a writer now. I have never been so blown away by a smut-story before. The descriptive writing is immaculate, the kinky positions hit my taste just right, and the characters he is able to build in the mean time are just incredible. They have depth, they have ideas, they have wishes... hell they even have weaknesses and feel eerily relatable.

Levi, I will not stop mentioning you. You are the GOAT for me and if you read this: Have a great 2022 and stay absolutely amazing. Thank you <3

@usedpidemo: Last Resort

While writing this, I found myself re-reading it. This untouchable, absolute piece of art scares the everliving shit out of me. I feel each of those short sentences. They pierce right through me. My stomach turns every time, OC hates himself, hates Minju, hates God. And dammit, I can cry the saltiest tears when I see an alternative version of myself, standing at that cliff and doing the exact same thing.

And when this rushed ending hits, I feel cathartic, because I now realize again that it is good that I'm still alive. Pi, your choice of words, your sentence structure, and your reader-characterization in this one are pure perfection, absolutely astonishing. I see incredible talent and unlimited potential in you.

You might one day write the greatest fic I have ever read. Or you already did, with this one. Thank you <3

@ggidolsmuts: Aegyo Avoidance

I can't find a lot of words for this one. Why, you may ask? Because my brain literally melted during this. This is the greatest corruption story ever, and even though it is obvious, it still in insanely satisfying. The build up: Perfect. The tease before the breaking point: Perfect. The breaking point: Beyond Perfect. Ddeun, how in the world are you this bloody good?

There is also this sentence I can't get over it: "Please Unnie, I don't want to be Minju angel, I'll be Minju cumdump,..." It might be the greatest, most satisfying one I have ever read in kpop smut. Thank you, for this legendary Masterpiece <3

@existslikepristin: Movie Night

I love this story so much. ELP is one of the most talented writers in general, but he excels in two things in particular: Comedy and Character. The SinB in this one might be my favorite idol character ever. She is hilarious, cocky, impatient, playing dumb or being dumb and yet still a little timid. 

While OC and SinB tell each other stories (very funny, sexy stories) I felt like falling in love with this woman. And when they finally fuck for real, I was officially bias-wrecked for GFRIEND. Although Eunha is fighting pretty hard to get up there... (she is also in this ofc)

Movie Night makes me feel cozy, like I’m just listening to the funniest sex story by my best female friend that I even get to fuck. ELP, you fucking legend. Thank you <3

@iznsfw: Crybaby and @kaedewrites: Birthday

I know, I cheated. But IDC. For me, both of these absolute super rookies deserve to be on here and both of them dropped a very early, extremely shocking Chaewon fic. I did not want to decide...

IZ’s Crybaby still sticks with me, although he clearly is the king of writing Eunbi. Is there like a whole company behind you, putting them out faster than Sonic? Anyways, I loved the dark background story, Chaewons revenge, the crying-kink and how it backfires... and of course: the knife. 

Kaede’s Birthday literally included pegging. In his first fic. Ever. What a mad lad, I love him so much! This will always be connected with 2021, with the start of my and your writing, Kaede. I wish you nothing but the best and please, stay a little crazy and drop another Birthday like masterpiece (with Empty, you already did. Keep it coming.)

I thank both of you <3

Everyone, have a great new year! 2022 <3

(If you read all of this: Wow! You are also a fucking legend xoxo)

[joyaphoria]

the five chances you give him (5)

pairing: suna x f!reader

note: this is the last chapter! i hope you all enjoyed :)

summary: suna knew that he was doing something wrong, but he refused to acknowledge it. therefore, you slowly dropped five major hints for him, hoping that he would notice them and take action to fix your broken relationship. suna really did notice them, he just didn’t figure out in time that you were actually going to leave.

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© 𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢

part five: rin became rintaro; then it became suna

"oh baby... nobody said that it was going to be easy." mei cooed, her voice softer than usual. she repeatedly kissed the top of your head as you cried into her lap.

"i k-know but.." you spoke through your sobs, snot along your sleeves. "i-i really hoped t-that he would ch-change.."

it's been just over two months since you've started changing your behaviour around rin, but he didn't seem to react to it—no, he may have changed, but only a bit. it wasn't enough.

you knew that this was unavoidable, and that it had to be done. the longer it takes for you to get this over with, the longer it will take for you to get over it.

so when mei sent you home that night, she reassured you that it will all be worth it in the end, and that you will find someone better.

but the fact that he was waiting for you at the same table that you used to wait at, every single night, didn't help at all.

"where were you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

you stood there for a second with your shoes still on, and folded over with laughter.

his heart flutters. whens the last time you laughed in front of him?

"sorry," you sniffled through the laughter, the aftermath from crying earlier doing you no justice. "it's just that i used to sit in that same chair, waiting for you to come home, you know?"

hesitating for a moment, he decided on getting up and walking over to you, although he didn't know what to do.

"y/n." he's looking down at you now, resisting the urge to reach out and take hold of your hands.

"rintarou."

now that caught both of you off guard.

it slipped out without a second thought on your end, and you were visibly shocked.

as was suna, except he was more afraid than anything else. he knew what this meant—he was no longer rin to you, but rintarou.

he should be grateful though, because he knew what eventually might come next. he knew that it wouldn't be rintarou for long, and that as soon as it changes, it would be over; everything would be over.

"were you crying?" he whispers, reaching out to wipe at your tear stained cheeks. except you wouldn't let him, grabbing his wrist in time. God—mei would be so proud; as would that kind lady from the cafe.

"why should you care?" you spat, letting go of his wrist to remove your shoes.

"because im your boyfriend." he said, although you didn't miss the quiver in his voice from that last word, as if he wasn't so sure anymore.

you move past him and head straight for the bathroom; but suna didn't miss it. he heard what you mumbled on your way out—and it had him slumped against the wall (when you were out of sight, that is)

his fists are clenched and his heart is beating a little too fast, but he can't get his mind off of what you said.

"yea, well not for long"

five words, and yet they seemed to foreshadow his future.

-

there were two possible reasons that you could be waking him up at 10 in the morning.

you were either waking him up to tell him that it was over, and that you were leaving, or that it was over, and that he had to leave.

turns out there was a third reason.

"do you have practice today?" you asked, your voice a whisper.

"yeah.. why?" he got up into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. its been a while since you last entered this room, moving all your things to the guest room.

"oh. nevermind." you make a gesture to leave but he panics and grabs your arm. this could be an opportunity, and he wasn't about to lose it.

"i could um.. take the day off." he nods his head.

"are you sure?" when he nods his head yet again, your features soften.

"okay, well get dressed. i feel like going to a theme park."

you leave the room before he has a chance to answer, but he complies anyways.

his mind wanders to the picture that he broke in the heat of the moment awhile back—the one where you were both smiling at an amusement park, kids laughing in the bakground.

-

"let's go on that one!" you exclaim, pointing at the rollercoaster.

a soft grin takes over your face—and while it may not be your typical energetic one, at least it was still there.

now, suna wasn't a big fan of rollercoasters. he prefered to have you go on them, while he took the photos, but today's been the first time in a while that he's actually seen you happy, and he wanted to keep it that way.

you've been here all day, and it was already pretty dark, so they might be closing soon anyways.

when the cart had finally come back around, you and rin got on, with a guy slipping in on your side.

"you guys here together?" he asked, looking over you to make eye contact with suna.

you nodded, and he chuckled.

"im here with my girlfriend, but she doesn't like roller coasters as much as i do."

now you and him are making small talk, and suna is resisting the urge to tell the guy to shut up, and to go back to his own girlfriend.

when the ride finally starts, he feels relieved, even slipping his hand into your own.

your hand tenses, and he looks up to find a look of guilt soaked into your features.

he quickly unravels his hand from yours, settling it into his lap and looking away. he got too carried away to remember that a day of rides and fun wasnt enough to fix his mistakes.

as the ride starts climbing upwards, fear pumps through his veins.

he shuts his eyes, dreading the fall.

when it finally came, he opened his eyes and hugged himself to keep from screaming.

he looks over to you, and his heart does that thing again—it flutters.

with your hands in the air, your screams adorning his ears, he fell in love. all over again.

the moonlight caressed your pretty features as your eyes shut in pure bliss, and suna found tears falling out of his own.

the tears fell but he didn't sob—not once. you didn't look his way either—not once.

instead he looked away, quickly wiping the tears before someone could catch him. he missed this; he missed you.

when you two got off the ride later, he wonders if you would ever go to another theme park with him.

-

when you decide to leave, suna finds an employee walking around the park with a polaroid camera.

he asks him to take a picture of you, and places it in his wallet. he can't break it this time.

suna misses the look of guilt that slips past your face, as if it were never there.

-

when the car pulls into the parking lot, and you both get out, suna realizes that you weren't walking beside him.

he panics and turns around, where he finds you smiling. tears in your eyes.

"thank you for today, suna."

he freezes. he can't move anymore. he can't think.

"don't be silly. let's go inside." he's walking again, but when he doesn't hear a second set of footsteps, the tears wash over him.

"why aren't you coming?" his voice cracks as the tears stream down his face.

"i'm going to mei's. it's-it's over." you smile, wiping continuously at your eyes.

"y/n please, we can talk about this." he's running over to you, taking hold of your shoulders as he bends down to make eye contact. "we're fixable, okay? i promise we are." he doesn't make move to wipe away the tears that are falling.

you wipe away his tears, pulling him into a hug. "i'm so sorry."

he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight, afraid of having you slip out of his grasp. "please, don't leave me. i'll do anything, just give me another chance. i need you."

you wriggle out of his arms, and his fists clench at his sides.

"i gave you chances. i gave you too many. i have to go."

you're running now, and he can't decide if he should run after you or not. has he not caused you enough pain?

instead, he falls to his knees and cries.

that was it. he lost you—he lost everything.

the polaroid picture was burning a hole through his wallet.

-

when he finally musters up the courage to check the guest room a few days later, he sees all your things packed up in boxes.

you had it all planned out, didn't you?

-

when mei comes later that day to pick up your things, she finds suna curled into a ball on the guest room floor.

"suna. wake up."

his eyes open slowly, and she finds them red, his eyebags puffy and cheeks tear-stained.

"is y/n gonna come back?" he asks, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

mei shakes her head, and suna cries again.

she looks away, thanking the heavens that she wasn't in a relationship. she couldn't help but pity him as she collected her best friend's things, suna's sobs as a sort of background noise.

she couldn't be surprised—the lost of your entire world was enough to make any grown man cry.

-

heartbreak isn’t easy, but suna’s heart hurts without you. where he sleeps, where he bathes, it all reeks of your touch.

you’re everywhere here, all memories playing back to him like a movie. he’s reminded of you, and recovering addicts don’t test themselves; they dont stay around said addiction to see if they can restrain themselves.

and so suna moves out, running from the place that you’ve drenched in your presence.

he leaves the polaroid picture on the table.

[multiland]

Mr. perfect.

pairing: idol!Joshua x reader

genre: angst

word count: 1.5K

summary: what do you do when the one who was always there to comfort you, is the one who now has broken you?

warnings: mentions of cheating, denial and heartbreak.

A/N: this sucks. I’m sorry.

When you first learned about love, you always tried to keep in mind that everything about it was ephemeral, that no matter how many happy endings you had heard about, there was no way someone could ever meet such expectations. To you, fairytales were nothing but that, a fictional scenario people created to give themselves hope, to try to find something good even when the so-called love they felt, hurt them more than any physical harm.

But then you met Joshua, and suddenly you found yourself believing in everything you had convinced yourself was nothing but a lie.

You met him on a Friday night at some fancy party your best friend had thrown. Being from a wealthy family, it was no surprise to you that you found some famous people there. You were nothing like them, but being attached to the hip to her since you were kids surely took you to some places you would’ve never thought you’d ever see.

Dressed in a skin-tight navy dress, you were minding your own business, playing with the martini in your hands as your eyes traveled across the enormous house. The music wasn’t the same kind people your age would put in the background, instead, there were some violinists and pianists playing live. You felt out of place, the fact that your friend had left your side to keep greeting people not helping at all.

And that’s when you saw him, walking through the door with some other guys in a beige tuxedo, black strands of hair hanging over his eyes and small silver piercings decorating his ears.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to him, as he stood there across the room with his hands in his pockets, clearly enjoying the music and focused on the musicians. That’s when somewhere along the lines his eyes had landed on you, the previously blank expression on his face turning into the smallest but sweetest smile for you, and you swore you had never seen a man that beautiful in your entire life.

You knew it was over for you as soon as those round and beautiful dark orbs made your heart go crazy, wanting to look away but not being able to. He had an instant power over you, and you didn’t even want it to be any different.

Somehow you exchanged numbers that night, and although you thought you would never see him again, he proved you otherwise when he started texting you the following days.

You started spending time together every now and then, going to some cafes or meeting somewhere more private. Knowing the reality of his situation wasn’t something easy, but you were soon so infatuated with him that you didn’t even think of saying no when he asked you out.

Being with an idol wasn’t what you had expected at all, but Joshua always made everything feel so safe, warm, and comfortable that everything seemed to be just so easy.

He was so attentive, caring, and loving that you, not even once, felt neglected. He called you every single night before going to sleep or messaged you in the mornings or during breaks.

If you ever felt bad, he always knew the right words to say, and even though you felt insecure about him being around beautiful women all the time, he was quick to ease your fears and make you believe there was no way in the world he would ever want someone who wasn’t you.

You felt wanted, beautiful, and loved. He was a prince, he was everything someone could have ever wanted. So gentle, sweet, always there for you no matter what.

He was the only one who was able to set your body aflame with a single touch, always feeling like you were flying whenever his arms wrapped around you and the smell of his cologne, so familiar, filled your nose and made you feel like everything would be okay.

The way he held your hand and kissed your knuckles when he drove, the way he always tucked strands of hair behind your ear, or the way he kissed you in the middle of saying something just because he couldn’t help but being so whipped for you, making you lose your mind with such a simple action.

His sweet, raspy voice in the mornings after he had spent the night; the way his pupils dilated whenever you wore one of his shirts with nothing underneath, the way he made love to you as soon as he went back home, loving you hard enough for you to feel the trace of his fingers and the taste of his mouth whenever he had to leave again. Fingers through his hair as his mouth swallowed your moans, fingertips digging on your burning skin, teeth sinking on the flesh as he took you to paradise.

The way you found relief in his lips, kissing like there was no tomorrow and feeling like you couldn't get enough of each other. His tongue making you delirious, electrifying every inch of your skin.

Everything that came out of his mouth was dripping with honey, because he never wanted to see you upset, because he was your serotonin, because he simply was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you were the same for him.

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

That’s why you couldn’t process the words that were falling from his mouth that night, after a month of not seeing each other for his comeback and promotions, he had come to your house, but as soon as you met his gaze, you knew something was wrong.

But you never thought it’d be something so horrible.

He had appeared at your place to tell you he had kissed a female back dancer a week before.

“No.” You laughed humorlessly as you shook your head. “It’s impossible. That did not happen.”

His eyes were filled with hurt and remorse, the more he noticed your denial, the worse he felt.

“y/n… I- I’m so sorry… Fuck I’m sorry. I swear I love you. I’m such an asshole.”

“Joshua, please stop. This is not a funny joke.”

“How can you think I would joke with something like this?” He asked in frustration, running his fingers through his hair.

And you were well aware of it not being a joke in the slightest. The way you could feel cold sweat running down your spine and your stomach churn kept trying to pull your feet back to the ground. But you would try to trick the fate and desperately conjure the truth you wanted to take place.

“Because there’s no way you’d do something like that. You love me, right? You’ve done nothing but show me how much you do.”

Joshua swallowed, tears burning his eyes and threatening to fall.

“I do love you. More than anything.” He assured. “That’s why I’m here, that’s why I can’t stand the idea of what I did behind your back. I kissed someone else while you stayed home and gave me all of your trust.” He repeated. “I regret it every second because I know how much I just fucked up… But I can’t cope with the idea of you trying to dismiss it. I don’t deserve it.”

"Joshua"

He shook his head, stepping closer and grabbing your hands in his.

"Please, please don't give me a chance to stay by your side because I will not hesitate to take it and I don't deserve to be with someone like you." His voice was so sweet, so subtle despite of him saying something so devastating. His hand moved to tuck a strand of hair behind you ear like he always did, retreating as soon as the guilt attacked him again. "You're so beautiful, so smart, sweet and bright and I'm so, so in love with you. It kills me to know I just ruined everything with the woman I love the most in such a dumb way."

You noticed the way his eyes were getting watery, another thing that made you realize how real it was. You wanted to hate him and tell him how much of a dick he was, but nothing came out of your mouth. You just couldn't, although you knew you should have, you could not bring yourself to hate him.

“You- No, listen Joshua…” You trailed off, heart finally breaking in a million pieces as you tried your best to convince yourself that everything was nothing but a twisted dream. “I know you would never hurt me like that. You would never cheat on me. Why would you? That’s ridiculous! You know that I'd do anything for you, right? You know that I love you more than anything. We’ve always had this chemistry, this peaceful and beautiful relationship. You’ve never given me any reasons to be jealous or to feel insecure, someone like that wouldn’t go against his own preach.” You tried to reason, a bitter chuckle slipping from your lips as you wiped your tears “See, I know you’re just such a gentleman that you’d rather put the blame on your shoulders than say she was the one who took advantage of you and kissed you. You’re a gorgeous guy, it must be hard for people not to throw themselv-"

“Why are you trying so desperately to excuse my actions?" He interrupted you in distress. "Babe, I- I don’t deserve it. I was the one who kissed her. While we danced the atmosphere got tense, the adrenaline did not help, and I just had the impulse.” Joshua said lowly, the knot in his throat becoming thicker and making it hard for him to breathe. “I’m so sorry... Why can't you just blame me for what I did? Just tell me how much of a piece of shit I am, slap me, tell me you don't want to see me again. Call me a dickhead, the worst thing that happened to you, I'll take it all, because I fucked up.”

You forced yourself to step back, the air in your lungs slowly fading away as the void in your chest grew bigger.

“No... I- I can't... Because you would never do something so vile.” You smiled, not noticing the way your tears were already streaming down your cheeks. "You wouldn't throw all the beautiful things between us out of the window just to get your damn dick wet. Not when you told me so many times how you'd never want anyone else but me and I believed you because you looked me in the eyes."

Joshua pressed his eyes shut and took a deep, shaky breath as he stepped closer, but you stepped back.

"I do not want anyone else but you, but I stopped thinking and just let my primal self take control instead of considering what I got to lose."

"No!" You shouted. "You wouldn't! You're perfect!"

Joshua lowered his gaze to the floor, hands ballin into fists.

“I’m not perfect… I never was, I never will. No one is.” He whispered. "That's why I need to go before I keep hurting you. If you ask me to stay I will, and I can not let you accept me back."

And then you knew. The idea you had engraved in your head about love being a real fairytale was long gone, cause all it did was break, burn and end.

Your sweet boyfriend, the same who used to whisper how much he loved you against your lips, the same who washed your hair for you, the same who looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, was the same one who had stabbed you in the back.

Your lip quivered, and Joshua wanted desperately to wipe your tears away and hold you in his arms, but how could he? When he was the one who had hurt you in the first place, how could he ever fix up a heart he let down? He did not deserve to touch you ever again.

With a shaky breath, you forced the words out of your throat.

“That’s where the problem is, Joshua.” You said, voice cracking as his brows pulled together in confusion. “That’s why facing the truth will destroy every part of my being, that's why I will never be able to trust anyone again, that's why I don't want you to walk out the door. If you do, everything will be real, and the thing that would hurt the most is to realize all this time I stopped believing in my instincts, because I thought you were different, because I've always known perfection does not exist…" You explained, a small sob falling from your mouth and cutting you out before you continued. "But to me, you were perfect.”

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Coming Home

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Captain America: The First Avenger

Pairing; 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; Bucky finally reunites with you, safe and sound in your arms, after the gruesome war.

Word Count; 1969

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, mention of war and death, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note; not everything may be accurate to the 1940s, war or Bucky’s story. My apologies! Enjoy loves <3

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All of your friends and family were mingling around the house, waiting for James to arrive through the front door at any minute now. It had been months since anyone saw him and people were more than excited to have him back home again. They were over the moon and thrilled that he had managed to survive the war and come home alive and well with all his limbs intact. There were so many brave soldiers coming home in caskets, their families forever in mourning at the loss of a loved one. All of you were so lucky that he was coming home in one piece.

It felt so familiar as you were sitting on the sofa waiting for him. Just like those months ago when you waited for him to come home with news of his enlistment but only this time you were waiting for him to come home safely to you.

“You alright, sweetie?” His mother questioned, taking a seat next to you as she saw you were deep in thoughts by yourself. A reassuring hand was placed on your shoulder as she gave a light squeeze. “I'm alright. I'm just so excited for James to come home finally. It's been half a year. I miss him dearly.” “Me too, sweetheart. It's going to be good to have my baby home again.”

Just then, the front door opened with no other than James walking through it, his uniform on, and a bag in hand. Everyone in the room gasped upon his arrival and then silent for a few long seconds. James didn't know what to do with himself while everyone kept staring at him. Like someone had flipped a switch, they all, at the same time, started clapping and hollering at him, finally being home again.

His mom, dad, and siblings were the first ones to hug and love him. Their son was home again, all in one piece. His mom was crying happy tears, and his dad kept telling him how proud he was of him. After that, it was everyone else's turn to greet and congratulate him.

You kept in the background, not knowing what to do with yourself. You were frozen. You couldn't move. Is this a trick? Is he really here, or was your mind playing a sick game with you. No. It was him, your loving husband, in the flesh.

He searched for you, his loving wife, that he had missed so much. His eyes were scanning the crowd of people that had gathered around him for any signs of you. Where were you? Why weren't you here to receive him?

That's when he finally caught your eye when a small gap was created in the crowd. Tears were streaming down your face as you held around yourself. Your mouth was opening and closing, but he could see that no words were coming out of it.

Without thinking, he went straight to where you were and stood just a few steps away. All you did was stare at one another for hours, it felt like. His own tears started to be produced at seeing you after so long.

“Bucky, it's you… You're here…?”

“I'm here, my love. I'm home.”

After such a long time without his touch, you finally felt whole again when he took those last steps towards you to wrap you tight and secure in his arms. That missing piece of you filled up with warmth and love at having him safe and sound by your side again.

It wasn't enough for both of you with only the arms enclosing each other. Your whole body wrapped itself around him as he held you up in his arms.

The other people left you to be for your little intimate reunion. Like this, you stayed for a few moments. Holding onto one another after such a long time.

“I missed you so much, my wife. Every second of every day, I thought about you. To be in this moment again in your lovely arms. To be this close once more.”

“Bucky, I missed you so much. My heart is finally whole again now with you here in my arms where you belong.”

The two of you were craving each other's lips after months apart. A whole series of pecks were left on one another to feel the comfort of your lips on each other. You stayed in your bubble for just a while longer. Caresses and comforting words left between you two before realization hit that you needed to join the others.

“I want to take you upstairs to our room and make love to you after so long, and I will tonight, my love. I'll give you all of me, but right now, we need to return to the others.”

As much as you wanted him to take you upstairs, he had a point. All of these people were here for him as well. It would be rude to leave them. After months apart, you could manage to survive a few more hours without him inside you.

The wait was painful as teasing words and touches were left on each other throughout the night. The longer it went on, the longer you became impatient and in desperate need for him, but you would have to suck it up for a while longer. The wait finally paid off when the last people to leave were his parents. A final hug and goodbye to James from them, and then he was all yours for the remainder of the night.

As soon as he closed the door on them, he spun around to be met with your presence a few inches away from him. In a flash, he had you wrap your legs around his waist as his lips moved hurriedly and messily against yours. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling and patting to keep him on your lips as long as possible.

The journey to the bedroom was a clumsy and messy one as you bumped into everything on your way. Stuff from shelves and the wall falling, but none of you cared. The clumsiness of it had both of you giggle out.

Your back came in contact with the mattress as Bucky set you down. His eyes admiring your form. Your dress was hiked up just a little, exposing your thighs to him that he loved to spend hours upon hours between. The sight of you had him inhale deep through his nose.

“You're so beautiful.”

He was quick to help in getting rid of your clothing as you did with him as well. Now just in your underwear, his lips returned to yours in desperation to feel them again. They moved downwards, your neck, breasts, stomach, and thigh, to worship all of you. As good as it felt and as much as you wanted him to continue with his journey to the final destination, you just wanted him right here, right now, Skip the overdrawn foreplay; even though you loved it to the fullest, you could do all of that later for all eternity. To explore each other and bring pleasure to one another with your mouths and fingers. But right now, you just needed his lips on yours as his hard length was driving itself in and out of you like only he knew how to.

“Bucky,” you grabbed the side of his head to lift his eyes towards yours, “as much as I want that, I need you even more inside me, baby, please.”

Your wish was his command. His lips traveled up the same way they had come down. He got rid of the last article of clothing from both of you. His length lined itself up with you, teasing your entrance, making you whimper out in complete neediness.

“Please, Bucky, I need you so bad.”

His forehead touched yours as your mouths were millimeters apart. Your hands holding his back to keep him flush with you, chest against chest.

“Do you remember that you wrote to be about wanting a baby?”

“Yes?”

“Do you still mean it? Do you want a baby?”

“I do, James. Please, I want a child with you so much.”

That was his cue to push the entirety of him into your tightness. He would give you a baby, as many as you want. The gasp you emitted when he filled you up spread out in the room.

He rocked your bodies against the covers as his dick continuously brushed your g-spot, which had you moan and whimper in pleasure. His own sounds escaped him when he felt you squeeze him a tad tighter. Lips lightly touched one another as your mouths were parted to let out pleasing sounds fill the whole room. You wrapped your legs around his middle part to force him more in you. You never wanted him ever to stop with his moves.

His lips moved down to your neck to kiss, lick and suck on your sensitive skin. A single tear ran down your cheeks, tears of happiness and fulfillment in having Bucky here with you and inside where he belonged.

Once he caught a glimpse of tears, he stopped his movements immediately, thinking that he did something wrong or something that hurt you.

“What is it, doll? Did I do something wrong? Do you want me to stop? Am I hurting you?”

“No!” You grabbed the side of his face and pulled him to you until your noses touched. “Nothing's wrong. I've just missed you so much, and it feels so good. Please don't stop, James; it feels so good.”

“I won't ever stop,” his movements gained momentum again as his hips slapped against you, “I'll never stop loving and making you feel so good, princess.”

You and he were close and connected in all the ways physically possible. It felt like cloud nine, and you never wanted ever to leave this moment.

His thrusts became more raged, more sloppy, which was an indication that he would finish inside you very soon. His lips left kisses everywhere. On your face, neck, and just about everywhere, his lips could reach. His thrusts, his lips, and the feel of him holding you so close had your back arch, and your eyelashes fluttered shut in total ecstasy.

“Are you close, doll?”

“Y-yes.”

“Let go for me. Let me feel you.”

You and he came together as you held each other close. His seed filled you up fully as your walls milked him for all he was worth; hopefully, a baby would come out of this. Moans of names and pleas filled the space as you rode out the high together.

After calming down for a while and getting your heart and breath under control, he pulled you to his side. Both of you kissing and caressing the skin of the other as you laid there in the bliss of the moment.

It was good to have your husband home again. To have him safe and sound in your arms where he belonged and what he called his home. He couldn't stop kissing you. Your lips were like a sweet drug for him that he would forever be addicted to.

“I love you, doll, so much.”

“I love you too, James, so much.”

The rest of the night was spent making love over and over again. The two of you had a lot of lost time to catch up on, so the comfort of your four-bedroom walls would be your home for the next few days as you caught up with one another. Talking, fucking, sleeping, comforting him after nightmares of the terrible and gruesome war was on the plan. Laughs, love, and kisses would be felt all around as well, as you kept yourselves in your safe little bubble.

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𝐌𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

Pairing: Kyojuro x Fem!Reader

AU: Modern Demon Slayer AU

Warning: Spoilers for the Mugen Train Arc/Movie, character death

Author’s Note: Because I'm still in pain, I need everyone else to suffer with me.

Theme: You Are My Sunshine version by Christina Perri

Slowly, one by one, those around you began to leave. They left with tear stained cheeks and broken hearts, all friends and family of the one person you loved most in this god forsaken world. Throughout the service, you held the hand of his weeping little brother, consoling him as a distraction from your own pain that ripped and twisted your insides. You had held him close, cradling the young boy to your side as he clung to your black gown and poured his sorrows and pain into the fabric as you watched the priest speak.

Words and sobs all became a jumbled mess in your ears as your heart thundered in the drums if your ears, pounding and beating them in anguish to the point everything around you was white noise. Your eyes burned, even now as you sat kneeling in the fresh dirt that encased the casket in which your lover laid to rest, never to smile, never to cry, never to laugh again. No one had said a word to you, and you wanted it that way. You wanted to be alone with him, even as the sky above began to darken with the threat of rain. The grayness bled into the blue sky and covered the sunlight Kyojuro would have lifted his face to, basking in the warmth.

Off in the distance car doors slammed closed and engines roared to life, chatter soft and faint as people talked amongst themselves. Perhaps they were exchanging words of pity for you, of grief over the slain Hashira, or of simple, lightened stories because they knew Kyojuro wouldn't stand for such sorrow in the hearts of those he loved and fought to protect.

It was in that moment your body gave out and you fell forward on your hands in the disturbed soil, fingers digging into it to create a fist. An anguished scream bubbled in your throat and clawed its way out, no doubt turning heads and gaining concerned looks. The pain and anger and guilt was so overwhelming, as was the love you felt in your broken heart.

"Sing it to me again," he smiled, turning his head to look up at you from your lap," please?" Peering down into the rich fire rubies of his gaze you quirked a brow and chuckled, running your lithe fingers through his hair as you leaned back against the trunk of your favorite tree.

"Why?" You asked, teasing him of course," It's such a sad, lonesome song."

Kyojuro reached up to touch the tip of his finger to your nose, then your cheeks and your chin, all while wearing such a soft look upon his face. "Because it's you singing it, and I wouldn't have it any other way." His words are gentle despite his usual enthusiasm, brows relaxed and eyes admiring you. You give in, unable to deny his request.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," you playfully tugged on a strand of his hair as you began to sing once more, a tad off key but your beloved didn't have a care in the world," you make me happy, when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away..."

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and cried." You smiled down at him as his eyes fluttered closed and his hands folded over his chest. He looked so peaceful, despite having to leave for a mission the next day.

You always came here before his missions to sit under the low hanging branches of the weeping willow as the sun shone through the dancing limbs and relax with sound of song birds and children playing in the background. Here in the daylight, he was yours, safe in your arms. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are grey."

The memory flooded your mind as your eyes squeezed shut, sobs tearing through your body and making you tremble like the earth. You crumbled, falling apart piece by piece as if you were glass thrown against the wall, such delicate pieces sharp to the touch. You couldn't breathe, nor could you hear the foot steps that inched closer to you by the second as drops from the sky trickled one by one as if the sky too cried for a love lost.

Even through your choking sob, you continued to sing from your last memory of him alive at your favorite place," Y-You'll never know, dear, how much I lo-love you... p-please don't take my sunshine away..." The rain began to fall harder as a hand rested upon your shoulder, forcing you to sit back up and turn your face up to meet the tear filled eyes of Tomioka.

"It's time to say goodbye, (Y/n)."