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uncookedfeeler · 10 months ago

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Citrus II🍋

Yuna x Male Reader

Tags : 7k, smut, incest, daddy kink,

Part 1

Five past eight in the morning, you arrive in front of your company, after having crossed a few blocks in the capital, at the automatic barrier, you wave to the guards to say hello and make your way to the underground car park, of course you have reserved your own space, not far from the lift, the privilege of having an important place in the company, you say to yourself; once the car has stopped, your bag in hand, you walk at a brisk pace to the lift and press the button for your floor.

Your impatience and shame are growing, you're late, which is far from your usual routine, especially when your president is probably waiting for you in your office. The reason for your lateness is even more shameful, but you're determined to put these thoughts aside during the working day.

Once you are on your floor, you pass through a second glass door, which you open with your badge. In the corner is the office of your secretary, who stands up to greet you and to warn you that the CEO is already in your office, just as you had expected.

"Hello Mrs Kang, and thank you, how long has he been here?"

"Not long, he arrived 5 minutes ago, he seems to be smiling, I think you'll be fine," she replies with a nervous smile, "would you like me to make some coffees and bring them to you?"

"No need, I'll do it myself, otherwise nothing else for the rest of the day? "

"There's a lot of paperwork to do today after the president leaves, your meetings don't start until this afternoon". You give her a thumbs up before putting your hands on the latch of your door.

Your office was a modern space filled with clean lines and muted tones. A large executive desk dominated the room; behind it, tall windows filtered soft daylight through half-drawn blinds, while recessed lights softly illuminated the dark wood cabinets lining the back wall. In the corner, a pair of white armchairs and a sofa were accented by a single red cushion.

Across from you is your chairman, a middle-aged man with short grey hair and a warm smile. His face has visible wrinkles, particularly around the eyes, suggesting a friendly mood. He is wearing a formal dark suit and tie.

“I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr Ahn,” you say, bowing 90° to him.

"Ha ha, hello director, there's no need to be so formal, just get up and sit down,”he says, pointing with both hands to the seat in front of him.

“Thank you, would you like a coffee while I'm up?”

“A short one then, my wife says I drink too much.”

You walk over to your desk and behind your chair is a piece of furniture that runs the full height of the wall, on top of which are various decorations, including your personal coffee machine.

“They all say that, but a good machine needs its fuel to work properly, doesn't it?”

“Absolutely.”

A few minutes pass as you place your respective coffees on the table between you, warning him that they are still very hot.

“I heard about the new contracts with JYP, good work Director Shin, I imagine it must have taken a lot of negotiation, they're notoriously difficult to do business with.”

“You could say that, it's not the first time they've worked with a cosmetics company like us, and it seems that their previous partnerships haven't been very successful, but with the work of the whole team, I think we've convinced them to count on us.”

“We still don't know the names of the models who will be wearing our products? if they match our latest collections well, I think it would be a great boost to our sales.”

“No information on that, the TWICE girls would be perfect, they embody the mid-twenties woman and seem to have finally lost their all-cute and pink ribbon image.”

As you finish your sentence, you see the chairman smiling after taking a sip of his coffee.

"Really good coffee, and why not ITZY, I'm sure they could certainly manage it too", the President smiles obviously as he mentions the group to which your daughter belongs.

"Yes, I'm sure", you reply with a touch of humour, the President knows very well who your daughter is and the joke shows how close you are to him.

"By the way, how is your daughter, she's appearing all over the country, she really seems to be riding on her popularity, you must be very proud of her".

"Sure, I try to keep up with her, although it's not as easy as it sounds, I imagine she'd be surprised to model for our company, I doubt she knows where I work or my position," you say with regret in your voice.

"Raising a daughter is not easy, I'll give you that, my older daughter... "Before he can finish, your phone rings to tell you that you've received a message with an attachment.

"When we were talking about the wolf, she sent me a message, sorry, go on, sir," you say, trying to get the conversation going again.

"Take your time, it's important to maintain a relationship with your children, especially when they've left home," he replies, leaning back on the sofa to take a step back.

After unlocking your phone, you click on the notification to open Yuna's message, which contains a link to a video and the message "how to grow my lemons", the link takes you to the streaming site Yuna uses and a replay starts :

"I've talked about this before, but the other day I took two lemons home to my parents that I've been growing for a long time, I'm not very good at it, so I asked my dad for help, he worked hard on them yesterday, you should have seen him, he played with them first and then he watered them generously, I think he's learning as much as I am, so I looked up on the internet how to grow them properly:

- First you need to stir the soil well with your fingers or a tool, then you need to push the seeds in deeply until they reach the end, then you need to water the soil regularly with love to increase the chances of getting a big lemon.

My two lemons have already grown well, so I'm wondering if I shouldn't put in a new seed to make a third, much bigger than the others," she said as she finished her explanation, stroking her stomach several times each time the word seed was mentioned.

Your promise to keep your impure thoughts out of your workplace, but Yuna's provocation, so innocent at first, is dangerously immoral and exciting in the right context.

"Your daughter seems to have found a passion for gardening, which is rare for young people who have only known the capital and its huge buildings," the President replies in an amused tone.

"However, I wonder if young women have an attraction for fruity things, it brings a sweet and innocent side while retaining the exotic taste of a sweet and strong flavour, should we explore this avenue for our products?" he asked, he's the President after all, so business comes first for him.

"It's hard to say, I know she had a shoot with different fruits as a concept, she doesn't quite fit the image of a young teenager, but an entry-level range for young girls with products that are easy to apply and discreet or even fragrant could be a target".

Another message appears on your screen with only the text ‘Now you know how to do it 💦🍋’.

The shock is quite brutal, you would never have imagined that your daughter would be so direct with you on this subject, after all you only really resumed your father-daughter relationship yesterday, the difference in personality between the nice, almost innocent girl you had yesterday and this morning and now, where she doesn't hesitate to tease you in public or by text message, a part of you hopes that she is just doing it for fun and not to satisfy you for fear of being abandoned again.

At no point do you want to force her down a path that won't make her happy, you've already thrown away your morals for her, now her happiness is your only concern, her wishes are your orders and pleasing your princess remains your goal in life.

You thank her for the guide and send her a sticker of a cat blowing kisses, followed by an 'I love you'. You put your phone back in your pocket to resume your conversation with your CEO as the clock ticks.

"I think we're done, I've really enjoyed this chat, I knew I could count on you to come up with new ideas, would you like to join the monthly review of their project, let's bring them the seed of your future fruity project," as the President stands up and walks towards the door.

"Sure, I'm following you"

The meeting has seemed endless, the chair and the others have taken it in turns to stimulate the discussion with their ideas, and what was supposed to be a simple project review has turned into a kick-off meeting for your project. It's past lunchtime and you've just returned to your office, completely drained of energy and with an appetite that's starting to grow. However, your position in the company means that with a simple phone call you can have a member of the kitchen staff come to your floor with your food.

"Knock, knock"

"You can come in"

"Morning, Director Shin, here's your lunch," says an athletic-looking young man as he places it on your desk.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, I've had a busy morning and my legs need a rest," you say in a moment of weakness.

"No, no, no problem, sir, I'll come back for the tray later, enjoy your meal". The young man leaves your office in a hurry.

As you pounced on your meal like a hungry hyena, this break being one of the rare moments when you let your invasive curiosity take over, you grabbed the mouse of your computer to open the search browser and typed in the name of your company as well as your first name, you had this strong feeling that you knew what was being said about you or your company, public opinion is important and you were also worried about letting your bad reputation tarnish that of your daughter in case of problems at work.

And although you didn't show her much, it was also your ritual to follow your daughter's career. All these years you have been following her journey as an adult in the industry, and it fills you with pride that today your daughter's name still appears at the top of the search rankings.

Her latest Instagram post seems to have set the internet on fire, as you click on the top trending link to see a series of photos of her in the bathroom of your house, her hair flaming red, her make-up perfectly applied to her face and her brown eyes piercing through the mirror. She's wearing a lovely black and white tank top and I'm sure you'll agree that she looks absolutely fucking gorgeous in these photos, the comments are flooding in with praise for her look, despite the occasional haters, but nothing new.

You quickly take out your phone to leave a message for your princess:

"I've just seen your photos, you're as beautiful as ever," while attaching a photo of the article you took with your phone. Once you've sent the message, you go back to your meal and your thoughts take over, you realise that this kind of little intention would have started from the beginning of her career, the simple fact of exchanging with your child and the feeling that comes from it soothes your heart and too bad if you become a clingy dad, you're going to tell her every day.

You're suddenly brought back to reality when your phone displays a notification saying that she's replied to you with a simple :

"Hihi thank you 😛, look at my little present", while a second message appears with a still blurred image, followed by a third in the conversation, Yuna had sent it as sensitive content, so you have to click on it to view it, and you're far from imagining what's revealed before your eyes: the last message served as a description with the words:

"it was just after the shower when i was getting ready to go to the company, my little lemons have turned into cherries, all i need now is your big seed 🍒" the photo is taken from a higher angle where your daughter lifts her top to reveal her small breasts and the many hickey marks still present on her body, Her left breast and nipple are well marked by your mouth, not forgetting that she's not wearing anything, and you can see her little bush underneath, with a comment at the bottom: "To 🍼 my 🧔🏻, He must 🍼 my 😻 first".

At that moment, your cock springs to attention in a flash, it shoots up through your trousers and slams against your belly, any man knows that pain and it's far from pleasant, you loosen your belt to give your raging member a little slack, this little minx knew what to do to excite someone and the hours were going to be long from now on.

The rest of the day goes by slowly, you don't dare take out your phone for fear of getting into an embarrassing situation, you still feel some vibrations in the afternoon, but like a good professional you don't even look, the hours go by until the beginning of the evening, you leave your office and go to the underground car park, you make the effort to look at your phone and all you get are trivial messages, You're a little disappointed because you were secretly hoping for more messages from Yuna, halfway there you find yourself stuck in traffic on the road and you decide to call Yuna to find out how her day went, she answers almost immediately but doesn't answer your question, but you can hear the girls chatting as if she had picked up the phone and put it on a table.

You wonder what kind of phone she uses to get such good quality, the girls' voices are easily recognisable and the sound is as if you were in the room with them.

Yeji: "Ugh, yesterday's shoot was so chaotic! I swear we almost lost our minds trying to get the perfect angle".

Lia: "I know, right? I thought we were going to end up on a blooper reels. Remember when we all turned the wrong way during that one scene?

Ryujin: "Yeah, and Yuna was the only one who actually turned the right way! I guess she has an 'inner compass' or something..."

Yuna: "Hey! I just knew what to do! Plus you stole my concept, remember!"

Yeji: "I mean, you didn't mind talking about it online, you even mentioned your dad again, you're such a daddy girl after all"

Yuna: "Not you too! Can we please not talk about my 'daddy issues' again?"

Chaeryeong: "We can't help it! It's just so weird how you don't even look at all the sexy boys around us, I wonder what you do with all those pictures of him you snatch from the internet".

Lia: “'Even though we know what she's doing, she's acting cold towards him, but in the end it makes you hot, doesn't it? you should at least try dating someone, we've all done it so far and it's like, we're not asking you to sleep with them, just get some dating experience”

Chaeryeong: “Easy Lia-unnie, you're the one taking selfies with your exes' dicks in your mouth aren't you? they never fucked you anyway so keep your advice to yourself”

Chaeryeong:“Yuna, listen, we're not forcing you to do anything, but try to use your youth to meet people, it's weird to see you alone at home all the time.”

Yuna: “Unnie, that's not the problem, I'm just afraid of being rejected and I don't know how to tell him how I feel about him, we haven't been very close since mum left”.

Ryujin: “He's your dad Yuna, of course you love him in your own way, let's just say, just tell him and you'll be free of this burden, then we can go and pick up some hot guys backstage”.

Yeji: “I don't think she likes you getting fucked in the toilets when the newbies show up, same goes for you Chaeryoung, no one's putting any pressure on Yuna, right?”

Lia: “Easy for you to say when you're being fucked by your childhood sweetheart, we're not so lucky to have someone who loves us for something other than our bodies”.

Yuna: "It hurts, doesn't it? Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?"

Ryujin: "'Are you kidding? Wait, you've never...? not even with the toys you hide in the box under your bed?"

Yuna: ”'OF COURSE NOT".

Yeji: "Stop laughing you bitches, Yuna this ain't that serious, yes it can hurt, you have to be prepared downstairs and remember we take all the pills the company gives us and don't forget we always use condoms, DON'T GIRLS?"

Ryujin: "Don't give us shit about it, they shove it up my arse anyway, you think I'm going to let those sons of bitches touch my pussy? a good load on the face, that's what it's all about'."

Lia: "Same thing, they can fill my arse but my pussy is off limits, I love to smash their cocks and make them scream in pain when they try to pull out'."

Chaeryeong: "Fucking listen to these bitches, apart from sucking cocks when I want to, I only fuck other girls, no risk on my side."

Yeji: "See, we're all careful, protect yourself well and don't forget your pills, they help with your periods too'."

Yuna: “I'm out of pills and I don't have a condom, but it's not like I need one, is it?!!, I'm going home tonight, don't wait for me”.

Ryujin: “Don't take it like that baby, I can give you some if you want”.

Yeji: “Yuna, come back!!! “.

You hear the loud thud of a door slamming and limbs flailing as Yuna leaves.

Yeji: “ 'Well done girls, that was clearly a good time to bring her down and make fun of her and her problems”

Lia: "Sorry unnie, we didn't think she'd take it like that, I'll go and get her'.”

Ryujin: “Stay here, you're making it worse.”

Lia: “Bloody hell, how can someone like that be so ignorant of her own sexuality, do you think she likes girls instead?”

Chaeryeong: “She's got a crush on her dad, are you stupid or what, we don't say anything to avoid the subject, she's just wanted to fuck her dad for a long time, she's got photos of him on her phone, on her wallpaper, a photo of him under her pillow, the poor thing is in desperate need of fatherly love”

Yeji: “ I don't know what happened last night, but since then she's been really nervous about it, let's leave her alone, otherwise she'll go crazy and we don't know what she'll do”.

Yeji: "We'll see about that later, it's almost time. Get ready and I'll go to her, you three go with the managers. We'll go back to the company, Chaery, get her bag and phone. She left it on the table."

Calm returned to the room and before you lost the connection to your daughter's phone, you heard

"Looks like you've got work to do Daddy Shin, sorry for the trouble" and she hangs up.

This is a lot to take in, and apart from the sexual debates between the 4 girls, which did not leave you without a reaction, the hardest thing is still Yuna's problems, which confirm your fears about her feelings, your daughter is not the provocative woman she pretends to be in the message, she is a young woman who still has a lot to learn about her own love and carnal feelings, knowing that your little girl is 'pure and innocent' would make any father smile, but on the other hand, what is the harm in learning about her sexuality? The trauma that has held her back, and for which you are probably responsible, is preventing her from moving forward in her life as a woman.

You'd been thinking all day about how to punish your daughter for her insolence, but the person you'd been talking to didn't exist. With Yuna's true feelings in mind, the next logical step seemed to be to wait for her at home and assume your role as father, as a princess deserves.

When you get home, you look at the clock and realise that she won't be home for another hour or two. That gives you plenty of time to tidy up, do your laundry and take a shower. You've picked up some bad habits living alone, but now that you're sharing your home with someone else, it's time to get the ball rolling again and restore the beauty of your property.

Time flies and you've barely had time to get out of the shower and into your new clothes when you hear the door latch click. You quickly step in front of it to see a redhead running towards you, dropping her bag in the doorway and giving you a big hug.

"Welcome home, darling," you say, stroking her head as you feel her face sink into your chest and a wet feeling hit your chest.

"I'm sorry daddy, I..."

"SHhh, it's all right, I'm here."

The situation is very different from yesterday, Yuna's shell seems to have burst the moment she saw you, you feel the warmth of her body against yours as her arms wrap around you, you say nothing, leaving one of your hands on her head and the other on her back.

"Dad, I... the message... it's not .... I wan...."

"Just breathe, I'm not angry, you know,"

"I just wanted to make you happy, I wanted to show you I'm a big girl, I'm so embarrassed now"

"You don't have to make me happy, it's my job to make YOU happy, and don't bother trying to act big, you're my little princess, that's all".

Just as she seems to have calmed down, you take her face in your hands to wipe away the last of her tears before placing a loving kiss on her forehead, "I love you," you say in a low voice as if to lull her to sleep, "I will never let you down, my only daughter.

Yuna is lulled by your words and you feel the weight of her body fall on your arms, "just rest on the sofa, I'll bring you a snack, you must be tired from your day's work", she accepts without flinching as you prepare something to eat while you wait for dinner, your daughter sits on the sofa, her head resting on a pillow, looking at you, when your eyes meet you exchange a smile without saying a word.

The evening passes smoothly, while your daughter rests and eats, you finally talk about your respective days, leaving your erotic exchanges out of the conversation, she finally gets to know your job, while you finally know what happens off camera, the night is felt and you suggest she take a shower while you prepare dinner, again she accepts without concern.

"Would you like to join me?" she asks shyly.

"Yuna, your legs are shaking, you don't have to push anything, I'm not going anywhere," you reply to her completely unexpected request.

She doesn't even answer and locks herself in the bathroom, slamming the door. You really can't understand what's going on in her head, but there's no time to lose, so you start preparing dinner.

Like last night, the meal is spent in church-like silence, each of us with our own thoughts. Yuna is completely withdrawn and doesn't even look at you, which is quite an awkward situation for you as she seems so close and then suddenly so far away.

You try to break this silence in the desert and ask her if she wants to watch a film, she takes a while to answer and then accepts, saying that she has to change first so that you can start getting everything ready while you wait for her, it's a good start and the film could give you a new topic of conversation to revive the dialogue between the two of you.

While she's still in her room, you call out to her to ask what film she's interested in.

"Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken Please, Giselle-unnie told me it's good".

You hear through the house, you recognise your daughter, who has always loved cartoons, once you've found them on Netflix, you adjust the brightness of the lights for a subdued effect, you've prepared a blanket and something to eat.

The minutes tick by and you wonder what Yuna is doing, you don't see much, it takes so long to get into pyjamas, but you tell yourself she's probably on her phone at the same time, which often doesn't help.

You hear her footsteps behind you and when she appears behind you, you see her wearing a simple pink t-shirt, you can easily guess that she's not wearing anything underneath as it hugs her breasts.

Suddenly she's straddling you, saying, "Forget the film, I want you, Daddy," as she pushes her body into yours and lies on top of you in a lotus position.

"Yuna, please, I," you don't finish your sentence as she slaps your face.

"STOPPP REJECTING MEEEEEEEEEE' she screams at the top of her lungs as she bursts into tears over you, 'WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS, I....I....I JUST WANT YOU TO LOVE ME' WH... WHY ARE YOU HURTING ME LIKE THIS?

Your daughter lashes out at you in shock at what's happening in front of you, you grab her arms and she becomes helpless under the difference in strength between the two of you.

"Yun..."

"I just want you..." she says, her face completely ravaged by tears, the face of someone who is deeply hurt and can't take it anymore.

Something breaks inside you, all this time you've assumed she would throw herself at you, just to be like the others, just to receive the love you would have given her anyway, you've hurt her again and again until you made the same mistake you made with your wife.

Your daughter loves you more than anything and you are too blind to see that she doesn't know how else to show it, but this time you will make it right and give yourself to her.

Without further ado, you threw your lips over hers, releasing her wrists from your grip and sliding your hands from her lower abdomen to her breasts hidden under her t-shirt.

"No bra, you little rascal?"

Instinctively she puts her hands on your shoulders and fights your tongue with hers, you attack her nipples with your hand and they are already hard, the attack on her breasts causes Yuna to moan which is absorbed by your kiss, you go down her neck to place your marks while she can finally listen to her pleasure.

"Daddy, your cock, give it to me" she says as she plunges her hand into your shorts and meets your cock through the underpants, you lift her up with the strength of your legs and come to remove your underwear in one go, your cock is now naked between your daughter's thighs and she puts her hands on it.

"Put some saliva before baby," she listens to you religiously, but instead comes and gets the saliva overflowing from her pussy and applies it to your cock.

"Let me use my juices before you use yours," she says as she works your cock up and down, your shaft growing under Yuna's movements and the pleasure is truly enjoyable.

One of your hands digs into her soaking wet panties and you massage her slit with your fingers, your moaning cries joining in as you pleasure each other.

Quickly she gets up from the sofa to kneel in front of you and she begins to lick your cock with delicacy, her tongue starts at the glans and she places kisses on it, then her tongue and lips come together so that she tries to suck your sperm, her lips then go gently down the length of your cock and your cock goes slowly down her throat.

"Yuna, that's good, you're doing great," you say as you put both hands on her head to guide her, you watch as your cock disappears into her mouth as the sensations of her work send shivers down your back, from time to time she pulls out to spit on your shaft before sliding back in,

Yuna learns as she goes and her technique is perfected with each dive, after a while your breaking point comes and you refuse to finish here so you help her pull out and try to save your orgasm for later, her mouth overflowing with saliva and she looks at you with appetite.

"Sorry baby but it's my time to eat you now" you tell her as you take her in your arms and go into your bedroom where you lay her on her back on the edge of the bed, without further ado she attacks her pussy with your mouth and she presses her thighs against your head, Your tongue immediately attacks her slit, which rushes to secrete its juices, which you suck up as you go, her clit is quickly attacked by one of your hands, which takes great care to titillate the little bean, with delicacy you move up and down her slit, from time to time penetrating her entrance with your tongue to prepare the work,

The poor red girl cries out with pleasure as she experiences being devoured by her lover for the first time, she clings to your hair which she pulls when the pleasure is too great, on your side you shift into second gear and penetrate your daughter's pussy with two fingers, you feel like you're piercing a flan because the inside is so soft.

“Daddy don't stop, it's coming” your daughter cries out as she feels your third finger deep inside her, your mouth has turned into a wet wiping system as her pussy floods your mouth, you keep up the rhythm until you feel your daughter leave and in a flash her body goes rigid and her pelvis convulses under the power of the orgasm.

You lift your head and climb onto the bed to kiss your princess with a little “I love you” in her ears,

"Daddy, I want you,” she says, stretching out her arms to ask you to come inside her, “it's time to put that seed inside me,” as she spreads her pussy in front of you.

Worried, you reach over to your bedside table for a condom, but Yuna stops you.

“It's ok daddy, I'm on the pill and it's a safe day, you can pour everything into my secret garden", Yuna's naughty language excites you immensely and your cock hurts so you give in and come to lie on her entrance and gently tap your cock to soak it in her juices,

You sink gently and anxiously into your own daughter, resting your elbows on the mattress so that you can kiss her as you move inside her, every inch of her is painful and she lets you feel it as she scratches your back with her fingernails, you kiss her tenderly as your hips move up to touch her pussy,

Your cock feels the tightness of her vagina as well as the warmth and moisture from your excellent preparation work, the passage through her pussy is made without too much effort and you slide deep inside her like butter, on the other side Yuna seems to take your big cock like a champion and despite the pain she has already wrapped her legs around your waist.

You feel her warm, rapid breathing on your face as you look into her eyes, just inches apart.

"Daddy, I can feel you inside me, my little pussy just ate your big dick."

"Are you alright baby, I won't move until you're ready".

"I want to sit like on the sofa".

You obeyed her orders and gently lifted her up without pulling back to let her sit on you, you put yourself on her buttocks and she was now resting all her weight on you, the change of position made your cock dig even deeper inside her and she felt it well.

"Don't move, I want to stay connected to you like this," as she strokes her stomach trying to feel your cock, "keep eating my tits, please.

Just as your cock seems to have bottomed out, you turn your attention to her pair of little red lemons, You really loved her tits, they are not as big as some but in your eyes they are perfect, the texture of them, the feel of them in your hands and the way Yuna reacts every time you nibble on her nipples.

You decide to kiss your daughter and whisper "Shall we?" to which she only nods, you begin to rock your hips as your cock slowly emerges from her pussy and then slowly returns, never fully exiting, you carve your daughter's walls with your cock and Yuna moans with pleasure at the work of your rod.

“♥Hmm....♥Ah....♥Hmm, ah....♥ Daddy, your cock is turning me inside out, every time you push in it feels weird down there, it's a bit painful but also extremely pleasurable, I can feel your big cock pushing my sides apart and knocking on my garden gate, keep it up, I want to feel your cock ravaging me".

You pick up the pace at your partner's request, your cock seems to have done its job well as you are able to withdraw completely before impaling her again with no problem, under the force of your hips Yuna lays her head on your neck and sucks you like a baby, you let go of her breasts to lock your hold on her by circling her waist with your arms, once firmly in place you pound her with all your strength.

“♥Ah....”

“♥Ah.... DADDY”

“♥Ah....

♥Ah.... DA”

For long minutes, you hold her close as your cock slams violently into her pussy. The pleasure comes from the fact that Yuna has her head back, unable to form a sentence. Pleasure has taken over her body. You feel your orgasm building slowly. While your daughter is already on the verge of hers, you feel her legs squeeze you hard as she explodes on your cock and her fluids flow down it. Yet you don't stop your thrusts.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Stop it"' At her command you stop and discover your daughter's face completely undressed, her hair sticking to her sweaty face and you push aside the lips that hide her eyes to kiss her.

"Let me do it now" she asks as she moves her hips on her own to embrace your sensitive cock, her movements are fast, her pussy devouring you at its own pace and you put your hands on both her buttocks to support her, you give little slaps to her delicate skin and as she fucks herself on her father's cock you feel your orgasm coming and you warn her.

"Yuna, I'm coming"

She gives you the coup de grace when she puts all her weight on her descent and your stiff cock pierces all her pussy until your balls kiss her pussy, inside your cock floods her and for the first time in her life Yuna is at the door of motherhood, her pussy sucks your sperm with efficiency and you withdraw from her.

Yuna is still sitting on your lap, your breaths heavy, your bodies full of sweat and juice, and neither of you can stand the silence as Yuna's cum begins to flow.

"Ah baby, that was amazing. You were amazing!"

"Thanks daddy, do you want some more?"

"I'm sorry darling, I'm not young anymore, my penis is withered."

You can see the disappointment in Yuna's eyes. In your youth, a second round might have been possible, but now your libido is limited to your arousal, and after emptying yourself into her, you no longer feel anything on that level.

"Daddy... Are you going to leave me like this?" says Yuna as she gets down on all fours, points her bottom at you and spreads her pussy with your cum dripping from it.

The sight of your daughter in this position would have turned any man on. You feel like it, but your desire is gone for the moment. You see your daughter wiggling her bottom, begging you to fuck her, and you're powerless to stop her.

"Dad, I'm sorry... I lied, I haven't taken the pill yet, I want a second shot or I won't take it. The longer you wait the more your seeds will fertilise my garden, look how hungry my pussy is, come and make sure you flood my pussy next to save my career."

You're at a loss for words, whether to believe her or not, but one thing's for sure, she knows how to work you because your cock has come back to life and you're going to take malicious pleasure in making her regret having put that doubt in your head.

You grab her hips and penetrate her little pussy, slamming your balls against her arse,

The gentleness of before has been transformed into a wild fuck where only pleasure is king. Your hands are firmly planted on her hips as you pound her with your pelvis, creating waves on her buttocks that will soon feel the onslaught of your hands.

"Daddy, your cock is stirring my insides, your sperm is mixing in my pussy, push hard".

Your daughter is now nothing more than a vulgar hole in your assaults, the seed of doubt she has planted in your mind has completely removed your sanity. If she is indeed unprotected, your first sperm must have done its work in spite of you. When in doubt, you prefer to flood her a second time and make sure she takes her medicine.

Go ahead daddy, make me your property, claim my pussy as your own personal garden, I'll take care of all your fruit,' Yuna's provocations rage in your mind. So you explode into your offspring's pussy again, you stand for a few seconds spasming against your daughter's ass as she collapses onto the bed, then you do the same, completely exhausted.

'Was that true about the pill, baby?

'Yes...' she says shyly. Now that all her libido has left her body, she presses you against her breasts and whispers in your ear: "It's too early to taste my juice, you'll have to give me some more water.

Your daughter is soon off to dreamland, still naked, and the bed is soaked with the fluids of your lovemaking. You make sure you look as tired as possible before you too collapse.

You wake up to a pleasant smell, but also to a body in pain. The bedroom gym session hasn't done your body any good, but your mind is at peace. As you leave your room, you see Yuna in an apron preparing breakfast. Beside her is a pack of contraceptive pills, two of which are already empty. When she sees you, she says:

"Good morning, Dad, you're going to need your strength, remember, you have to stir the soil first before you put your seed in. We're going to have to spend some time on this before you can make my pussy fertile for you."

Later, as you're driving to work, you see an important email from your CEO and a message from Yuna; you'd like to think that the email is more important, but that would be lying to yourself,

The text message is just a selfie of your daughter still in bed next to you with the message 'I've got a body full of marks, the girls are going to realise what we've done, not to mention I've still got your sperm in me 🤭"

Classic Yuna, but you'll have to get used to it. You've made a pact with a demon, but who cares, you're no angel anyway.

As for the email, just looking at the title 'Meeting with JYP & ITZY', it looks like you're finally going to meet one or more members of your daughter's group.

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#kpop smut #yuna smut #itzy smut #itzy x reader #yuna x reader

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dreamlikevening · 1 month ago

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what do people think of your aura & social media persona ° ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

♡ claircognizance, cards, numerology, astrology, and music are my main divination methods

♡ meant to contrast the ego and confirm the intuition — i believe that sometimes we need reassurance about things that our mind can be a bit cruel and fictitious about such as our appearance. we all have a special touch to us and i hope to convey that to you in a way that reminds you of your true light, rather than distracting or swaying you into falsehood

♡ only keep what suits you, leave the rest to another soul that needs it

the image that makes your heart feel a little something—an extra sparkling— is yours <3

group 1 - your symbol is a deer 🦌

look out for this positive omen. hearing the word deer, seeing a picture of a deer, witnessing a deer physically, or perhaps it is a spirit animal to you.

a little channeled poem-quote from me to you! 💌

“move with grace and you’ll see,

that the words often said in your own mind

will set you free.”

you seem to belong to some sort of “sphere” or “clique” is what i’m hearing. it’s a group of sorts that feels a bit… superficial? it separates people, divides them and categorizes them in a sense. this could’ve been in the past. i’m seeing you like a deer in the headlights, you were put at the forefront of this group and it was not a very pleasant experience. somehow, you’ve handled it very well and possibly escaped from it. you may not even realize it because the initial shock was quite grand. ever since that experience, you may question if all people perceive you the way this group made you feel about yourself. and it feels like Less than what you truly are and what you offer to this world. so i’m here to enlighten you on how you really are seen— what your aura says to people. what it whispers. what it screams. the sparkle of it. “the symbols you wear” is what i heard? i wonder if you use a particular symbol a lot or have a tattoo that is on a very obvious part of your body, so it shows on your selfies and such. either way it’s a symbol you wear proudly and happily. a symbol that is very personal and important to you. i was thinking of a butterfly emoji, maybe butterflies are very important to you so you intentionally use the emoji a lot.

how are you perceived, really? wow, there’s definitely a very strong message being confirmed that you don’t believe a lot of the ways you are seen as. the first one i saw was the knight of cups. a romantic, someone who knows what and who they love. loud in love, loud at play. love always seems to be at play in your life. it’s 12:22 on the clock right now !!!! people see that you show very deep appreciation and love to your close friends and family. you devote yourself to giving them a positive life experience, through love. on socials you probably post pictures of your loved ones a LOT !! people may want to see more of you, but they find it endearing because you don’t seem self-centered. if you were to post more about yourself, people would celebrate it lol. you definitely don’t share a lot about yourself, you seem to be quite private or you are hiding yourself because of self-doubt and fears. i see a wound there, and i really hope this reading can remind you that healing is always possible EVEN when it comes to how you physically view yourself. you deserve to look in the mirror and feel full of love. i sincerely hope you’re walking that path of self-love, because if you’re thinking you don’t deserve it, you do. you do, you do, you do. you could perceive some of your features as “aggressive” or worry a lot about the symmetry of your face or that you have an RBF or you fear coming off as “mean”and tough. actually, you are more inviting than you think. your aura is quite warm. it is a bit intimidating but in the “you shine quite brightly” kind of way. and like you’ve got priorities and goals of your own that you’re chasing after. you have a willingness and drive that shows on your face, i’m getting your forehead. so you could have a very open third-eye. do you get lots of creative visions? a big imagination? the color blue speaks to you? lots of significant dreams? good memory? people sense that heavily. you may have sleepy eyes that are very attractive. for some, a love interest at some point in time really enjoys watching you sleep. you seem to just let it all go. all the heaviness you sometimes carry for others, it washes away in dream land and you look cute, haha.

your aura could very well be the color blue, or indigo. it may have a crayon scribble sort of texture to it, which gives off a child-like wonder energy. people see you as in touch with the fun and cute and silly parts of life and as someone that knows how to engage with people of all ages and varieties. different people likely interpret you differently than one another, but overall there’s something different about you. something people usually don’t see, and you wear it nicely. maybe a funky wardrobe with an aquarian touch. a one of a kind necklace. earthy colors or pictures of you in nature stand out, you look like you’re in your element. i’m also seeing your aura with a bunch of tiny light bulbs or little flickering golden lights around it. it draws in good energies and shuts out the bad ones. so try visualizing those little light bulbs around yourself when you are feeling heavy, exhausted, or anxious. and remember that light surrounds you constantly. your visualizations are VERY VERY important ways to establish your worth, so if you are working on bettering your self-esteem, picture yourself and visualize yourself in a way that feels suitable and full of positivity and confidence. it’ll do wonders for you!

thank you so much for being here group #1, keep moving with grace and i send you a lot of love. please feel free to share how it resonated 🧿💡⭐️

group 2 - your symbol is the pouch 👛

you have been a carrier of most everything in your life. across time you’ve carried berries, lipgloss, daggers, crystals, face powder, medicine, and the list goes on. notice that what you carry with you can add onto your energy when picked intentionally. carry things on-hand (such as charms) that feel protective, lucky, or precious in some shape or form. keep them in your bag or pocket when you go to the store or the park or a loved one’s home. and thank that little object for making you smile.

that was a channeled message spirit gave me for you, ok now for your reading!

first off, i’m seeing that people think you’re quite funny. i was getting you’re very creative with your schemes. like pranks or something. or outfits? but they’re not regular outfits? maybe like cosplay or costumes? either way, something creative about your garments. but it constantly changes over time. maybe you don’t have one fixed style or one fixed fashion approach. you just always switch it up. people take notice of that. your aura itself could have a lot of different colors. i just heard it probably is your favorite colors plural. regardless if you are interested in taking up acting as a career or not, you’re gifted in that sense. you’re very good at it. you could also be a very gifted at improv, screen and playwriting, and very witty. i thought of matthew perry and his natural talent at making very elaborate, quick, and good jokes that always land. there’s a lot here about quickness. maybe you walk very fast or you make a lot of things happen quite quickly through social media. i’m seeing someone post a fundraiser and immediately it starts seeing numbers. or you’re very quick to support others on social media. a high social climber is what i just heard. somebody here could be an influencer of sorts, a creator that makes videos specifically. films things. you’re good at capturing the color of life. you come off as someone who has millions of opportunities surrounding you. some of you may be a bit flashy. i’m seeing a very intoxicating smile lol omg, rihanna’s smile came to mind which is so random. i see darker skin, a tan. glowing skin, and wowww. i just felt like a throb in my chest and people feel this feeling in their chest when they see your smile and your pictures. it’s this radiance that i can’t even explain. i keep thinking of the sign of leo. prominent in your chart somehow? combined with scorpio? the word lethal came to mind. if looks could kill, yours Would. i wouldn’t be shocked if you had a bunch of secret admirers who think you’re too good for them. if you wear jewelry, it really suits you and makes you shine even brighter. but people see riches when it comes to you, they think you have many people at your feet (love interests), and that you’ve got yourself all taken care of. you could wear perfume that smells expensive to them. this whole energy is making me giggle because your aura exudes this golden, orange, sweet, playful energy that is just. enjoyable. i keep hearing laughter and laughter feels big. you probably make people laugh very easily. it could be nervously but mostly you’re funny. i’m feeling that sooo hard. i want to laugh by your side group 2 lol.

others think you move very fast in love, maybe that you have entered many relationships or that you make people and things Yours very fast. you grab onto what you’re attracted to very quickly and people are surprised and have lots of questions about that. i just heard something about a “crystal goddess”, not sure what that means though… i will say that your aura is appearing in my mind as this huge amber colored crystalline shape that is quite thick and covers you. by thick i mean that a lot of auras kind of look like they extend an inch around the person but yours extends like a good 3 inches. and it’s this beautiful orangey color like a big crystal always surrounding you. kind of looks like an iceberg.

group #2, that’s what i have for you!! thanks so much for being here and i wish you a wonderful rest of your time<3 feel free to share how this resonated, take care! 🍊✨💫🌟

group 3 - your symbol is the night sky 🌌

how often do you stare at the night sky and just breathe out into your space? spirit wants you to try this out one of these days and take note of how it feels. the night sky alleviates, the night sky holds secrets, the night sky makes wishes come true, the night sky is needed. the stars have messages, reminders, and a collection of dreams for you. look at them, talk to them, listen to them. inhale and exhale as you engage with the night sky.

now for your reading, group three!

initial messages; you show up everywhere even when people don’t expect you to or even want you to. people dream about you, hear your name everywhere, mistake others on the street for you, it’s like they can’t escape your energy. which makes me think some people have very strong feelings about you. desire and want are very big here. you are very wanted. and it may not be requited often— or even unrealistic for you. if you’ve rejected someone or left them behind, you still appear energetically in their lives. they’ll see reminders of you everywhere. this is interesting energy though because i can’t tell if you want it that way or not. you could have an inner battle quite often between wanting people to know your place in their life vs. wanting them to just move on with their lives. two things can be true, it’s okay to want to be remembered well by past relationships (romantic or not), and it’s also okay to hope that person no longer wants anything with you. if there is any wistful energy about how you want to be remembered by someone, try writing about it to yourself. write a letter (without delivering it) about your connection to those people and establish if you want to finally cut the chord, or if you still want to remain connected in some way, even at a distance. if you’d like to finally let go, write that letter with all your purest feelings, then burn it! this will help you clear out stagnant energy. anyhow.

people assume that you have no limits. that you can do anything and everything without feeling drained, [i just saw 1:11 on the clock!!!], sad, or worried. but you are not a robot. yes, you have this unstoppable energy about you. but you are a human with a body and you have energy that should be taken care of! but you are inspiring to people that way. because you always seem to be running, shuffling, working, hustling, doing Something of significance, people feel like they should be doing things as well. you make people think they should be working harder. you could be great at motivating others naturally. people admire that you seem to “get over” things quite fast. you could, in reality, take longer to process things but maybe the way you post things on your socials or the way you act makes it seem like you are able to “get happy” very easily after some sort of loss. the phrase happy-go-lucky came to mind. you seem quite well-off and together. your aura has this steady, rocky look to it. it looks like your aura has survived many lifetimes. it has been through a whole lot, and keeps evolving. you’ve experience landslides and volcanoes, and your rock remains intact. strong. you literally come off as unbreakable.

people really appreciate what you share on your socials. it could be very sweet and nice to hear, or very humorous. one way or another, your posts make people smile. it also really seems like you have a way of rejoicing in life. your deep appreciation for spirituality / the world really comes off, and it seems so meaningful and beautiful. actually, the truest version of you shines when you post things related to the spirit realm, life, personal growth, and other topics similar to that. smoky quartz could be an important crystal for you! feel free to search the properties if you feel drawn to it. also, mountains could be a specific symbol for you. also nature in general. you could be receiving a lot of needed and positive omens from the natural world in these days, look out for shooting stars, interesting plants, or random creatures crossing your path! they have a message for you!

group number three, thank you so much for being here! i send you so much love and light. take care and i hope to see you again!!

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lunajay33 · 4 months ago

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Where are You Part.2

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Summary: You’ve been with Daryl since you were teenagers having a lovely little girl and another on the way but then the apocalypse happens and you’re left by yourself with your daughter and unborn child, will you ever find you husband again? Mean while Daryl is with a group that has no idea about his family

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Warnings: Usual twd violence, pregnancy

Part.1

•Masterlist•

•Daryl’s Pov•

Merle dragged me to that damn bar I knew I should’ve stayed home, with extra hours at the garage I’ve been missing her and my lil Harlow and now I don’t know where they are, the bar got hectic filled with these people ripping the flesh from who ever they could get their hands on, Merle and I got out the back got in my truck and tried to drive back home but we got cut off and the only way out was the road out of town

Once we got to the quarry I tried to go back and get my wife and children and Merle wouldn’t allow it, but three days after the initial apocalypse I hiked through the woods to our home and hoping she was there but when I got there she was gone, some of my weapons gone, the pantry raided but a note lay on the counter

Daryl,

I don’t know if you’ll ever find this but we waited for you, Harlow was so sad and I couldn’t stay longer as the town isn’t safe anymore, I don’t know where I’ll end up to once I get in the truck but I know I love you and we will find each other again

Love y/n and Harlow

I folded the paper putting it in my back pocket trying to hold back the tears, I know she knew how to survive out there, I taught her that much but she was still pregnant and taking care of our lil girl, I need to find her

I got back to the camp and I was full of rage, angry that this happened, angry that Merle took me out, angry that everyone still had their family here, and angry that I’m stuck with these upty people when I should be with the only woman that’s ever made me happy to be alive

And that’s how Merle and I got the bad reputation of the angry men of the camp, well also because Merle is an ass most of the time

Cleaning my arrows I hear Shane and Lori talking a few tents down

“They don’t belong here, just a bunch of rednecks, probably waiting to get their hands on a woman” Shane groaned making me grinned my teeth

“Doubt they’ve ever touched a woman that actually wanted to”

I turn glaring at them

“Watch yer mouth, talking bout shit ya don’t know bout” with out y/n around there was no one to calm by anger like she did, she was my sunshine in the gloom that was my life before her

“Sure Dixon” Shane laughed mockingly

God I need her back

•Y/n Pov•

It’s been a month and I still haven’t found him, Maggie would go out with me to search for him but we always came up empty and every time we came back without him it chipped away at my heart a little at a time

Curled up in the guest room with Harlow in my arms in her little onesie Beth found for her

“Mommy?”

“Yes my love” I say putting the book I was reading down on the night stand

“Are we ever going to see daddy again? Is he mad at us?” She asks placing her little hand on my baby bump

“He’s not mad, he’s just out doing very important work with uncle Merle, he’ll be here any day but for now it’s me you and your little baby brother” she cheered up at the mention of her little brother she was so excited to meet him

“Will he look like me?”

“I don’t know, he might look like you and daddy or he might look like me, only 4 more months and we will find out angel” she smiled as her eyes started to droop and soon she was fast asleep curled up to me

My chest felt tight with anxiety, everything was going so well, Daryl had a hard childhood and always talked about having his own safe place he could call home and we built that together, we got our little home, got married and started a family and every day was a dream, how could it go so wrong so fast

I open the locket on my necklace to look at the photo of me and Daryl from highschool, my mom took it of us when he came and picked me up for our first date, he was so nervous, he never said it but I could tell but how he’d fidget around it was adorable and then he grew into this man that treated me like a goddess

The morning came as the rooster crowed walking both me and Harlow, getting us both ready for the day we had breakfast and ventured outside

“What’re you and little Harlow doing today?” Maggie asks as she places some eggs into her basket

“I think we are going to go pick some berries, maybe find a peach tree” I say as I pick up another basket

“Be careful take your knife” I nod and take Harlows hand and we are off through the trees to the patch of blueberries and blackberries, our fingers red and purple from picking

“These are so yummy mommy!” Harlow smiles as she eats her weight in berries

“They are but I think we have enough for now or you’ll get a belly ache” she smiled her teeth purple making me laugh but then I heard a groan

“MOMMY!” She screams pointing behind me

I turn seeing a walker approach us, it’s jaws snapping craving our flesh, I take out my knife but I freeze I can’t do it, quickly I take Harlow in my arms as she holds onto the basket and I run as best I can while 5 months pregnant, we break the tree line but I trip over a root, Harlow lands on her side trying to catch myself to protect my baby but I hear a snap and a searing pain rippling through my wrist

“Mommy! Are you okay?” Harlow cries as she places her little hands on my face checking me, her eyes full of worry

“We’ve got to go mommy is okay” I groan trying to get back up, my knees scraped and my wrist definitely broken, she runs ahead finding uncle Hershel and dragging him towards me as I’m almost at the house

“Oh Dear what’s happened?” He asks leading me inside as Beth got his medical supplies

“There was a walker, we ran but I fell, god it hurts so much” I wince when he examines the break

Harlow stands by my chair watching as he wraps my wrist and stabilizes it, her bright blue eyes full of fear

“Is she okay uncle Hershel?”

“She fine sweetheart I’ve fixed her right up” then the door bursts open and in comes Maggie with a man caring a bleeding little boy

“DADDY HELP!” Chaos erupts as Hershel gets to work as Otis tells him what happens, noticing Harlow clinging to my pants I take her outside into the yard to a fallen over tree the family now used as a sitting area

She looks at her hands playing with her fingers, something she’d do when she was scared

“My love you know I’d never let anything happen to you right?” She looks up at me with her doe eyes

“I know, everything is scary now”

I look back up at the house seeing two men sat on the porch consoling eachother

“You know uncle Hershel is in there right now helping that little boy, I know it’s scary but we’re safe on the farm, daddy will find us soon and he’ll make everything okay” she nods

“Maybe we can pick those flowers in the field for when the little boy wakes up so he sees something pretty!”

“I think that’s a lovely idea sweetie” we picked a handful of flowers and we made our way to the house where the two men still sat, Harlow walked up to the man who brought the boy in and stuck out the flowers for him

“I’m sorry the little boy got hurt, we got him flowers for when he wakes up” she beams proud of herself as the man takes the flowers

“Thank you honey” he half smiles but I can see the worry written all over his face

“Is there anything we can do for you both”

“The woman Maggie is out finding Carls mother, you’re all doing more than enough” the other man said

“Do you have a group?” They nod and I leave it at that, going to the shed behind the house and taking out a tent, seeing as Carl, the boy, is now using the guest room me and Harlow don’t have room

“Ready to camp out my little angel?!” She screams excited as we bring the tent to the front of the house next to the big tree, setting it up then filling it with our blankets and pillows to make it cozy, we unzipped the window coverings so we could let in the breeze

“Woah mommy this is so cool! Can’t wait for Daddy to come!” Her words are like knives to my heart I bite my lip and nod, trying to keep her occupied from the horror going on inside that house, I braid her hair, red her a book, anything just to keep my mind from wandering

“What are you going to name my baby brother?” She asks out of the blue as she lays her head in my lap

“I don’t know any ideas?”

“Hmmm I like Levi, that’s a cool name!”

“It’s very cool I’m sure daddy will love it”

As the sun sets we grab a plate of food from the kitchen and go back to our tent making a small fire right beside it, borrowing a camping chair I sit down with Harlow in my lap, a blanket across our legs as we munch on the veggies and chicken Maggie and Patricia had prepared

Maggie informed me the rest of the group would be here tomorrow, saying she only found the wife and a blonde woman

I sigh knowing this place is changing, right now it’s just been my family but what of these people? Who are they? Will it be safe still?

My wrist still aching as I notice it’s swollen up, how am I suppose to protect myself, Harlow and a brand new baby?

•Daryl’s Pov•

After losing Merle I got even more irritable, my family is gone and now I’m stuck with this group of people out looking through the forests for Sophia, she reminded me of my lil girl, she was sweet but nothing compared to the blue doe eyes of Harlow when she’d look up at me begging for more me to take her for ice cream

“What’re you thinking about?” Andrea asks as we both wander the dark woods

“Nothin” I groan

“Come on, I can see you’re all bottled up, maybe talking about it will help” I sigh side glancing at her

“Sophia’s not the only one I’m lookin for”

“I’m sure Merle’s still out there, he’s a hard ass a few walkers aren’t gonna take him down”

“Yeah” Merle made his own bed by being a jack ass, sure I miss him but not as much as my family, I just hope she’s still out there fighting to find me again

The morning came and we made our way the the farm, pulling up to the house I get deja vu, remembering visiting here years ago, this was y/n’s cousins place, we came here when Harlow was first born as a relaxing get away, could she have made it here?

•Y/n Pov•

Harlow shakes me awake, noticing she’s already gotten herself dressed for the day, I sit up and rub my eyes

“What is it sweetie?”

“I heard trucks, and a motorcycle like uncle Merle’s so loud” the group must be here, I managed to get dressed in the tent, slipping on a grey sundress and pulling my hair into a ponytail feeling like today will be a hot one

“Ready to meet our guests?” She nods and unzips the tent, we step out and I go to real but hiss when I remember my wrist

“Mommy come on I wanna check in the little boy” she whines, I laugh taking her hand in my good hand and she skips towards the house where the group is stood around, looking through them as we get closer my eyes land on the one I’ve been waiting for knowing Harlow recognized him the same time as me just by the back of him she lets go of my hand running off

“DADDY YOU FOUND US!” She screams as the whole group turns around Daryl drops to his knees as Harlow jumps into his arms, the group looking around confused, I’m frozen infront of them, is this a dream is he really here? He pulls back squeezing her face

“My lil peach” he looks up and our eyes meet and that’s when my tears fall and I spring into action, he stands and holds me tight pressing his head into my shoulder and I can hear his whimpers, knowing he doesn’t like to be vulnerable around people

“I missed you so much, I was so scared” I cried as he looked at me now wiping my tears

“I shouldn’t ’ave left that night, I should’ve stayed” I shake my head as I gentle pull on his hair

“You’re here now, you’re here”

“Uuuuh what the hell is going on here? Who are you?” A blonde woman asks, looking around everyone was as confused as ever which only confused me

“That’s my daddy!!” Harlow chimes as she pulls on Daryl’s flannel

“What? You have a daughter?” The man from yesterday asks in disbelief

“I’m Dale, nice to meet you sweetheart, is this your mommy?” The older man asks as Harlow shakes his hand

“Yes! Me, my mommy and my baby brother have been waiting for daddy to find us!” Everyone looks down at my baby bump but all I can focus on his Daryl’s hands on me forgetting how comforting he made me feel

“Why didn’t you tell us about them Daryl?” A black man with a bald head asks as he’s smiling

“Was too hard ta talk about em” Daryl states as his hands run over my belly

“I love you Daryl, never leave me again”

“Love ya too sunshine, ya ain’t getting rid of me”

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Part.3

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tarotchariotpickyourcard · 2 months ago

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Should you go for this job? PAC

Wondering if it would be worth your time? Do you have what it takes? Let’s see what the cards say.

please choose between group 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 from left to right

Group 1 (heart box)

Firstly, I got the idea of clinging to something, or sticking to something too long. Is there someone here who is scared of quitting or switching?

Romance

That’s interesting! My first thought is that it romanced you lol. It’s wined and dined you, and it looks very appealing. If we’re thinking in terms of should/shouldn’t, this can hint to a good match.

Something that blends well with your character, something that you’re attuned to, maybe you already have experience in this type of role, or you just know you would be good in it.

It can also suggest that perhaps a partner, love interest, crush so on so forth is involved somehow. It could also mean you might find a crush at work if you do get it.

I’m feeling good energy from this, even if there are some nerves. It’s just a little bit exciting or nerve racking. I get a good feeling from it though. There’s something about freedom, here. Maybe this job would allow a little more flexibility for your life or within your interpersonal relationships.

It looks like you really want it, and to be honest, why not, if you’re interested.

8 of cups

It’s funny, you’re wined and dined and you leave it all behind. Perhaps you’ll lose interest? But if you think deeply, there’s a need for meaning when it comes to your job role or vocation. Perhaps this might not meet your need for true meaning, a sense of purpose and a feeling like belonging.

If you look more into it, you might find that it doesn’t tick all the boxes after all, or you may have misunderstood something. Maybe there’s something important that this just wouldn’t be able to give you. I wouldn’t say don’t go for it, but I would probably advise not to have rose tinted glasses. I get a big feeling that there are some very strong needs that you can’t compromise on, and you only should if it’s safe to. But to be honest, there may be a better fit elsewhere.

Right so let’s look into your skills and if you are a match.

Outlets and Advocacy

What’s this? A remedy for the daily grind? That’s right, here’s the boost you need to experiment with some new past times and hobbies. Work can feel uncreative sometimes, or not aligned with who you are, or completely and utterly devoid of any sort of meaning or value or shred of humanity - but don’t despair! You have the ability to express yourself in other ways, and life is full of meaningful endeavours. There’s no need to chain your life to a boring job when there are gardens to grow, baseballs to throw, and pudding-based performance art installations to show. Get out there!

Interesting, we talked about needing it to be meaningful for you.

I am my own best advocate. When I have an idea, I share it. When I have a need, I speak up about it. When I tell a joke and none of my coworkers laugh, I make sure to repeat it….and then explain it… and if need be, draw a diagram so everyone gets it.

You might bring some good humor to the workplace lol.

Overall this is good energy of someone who doesn’t sit down and take things. Very active in the workplace, someone who bring their ideas forward, someone who has vision and probably can’t stand a boring or simple type of role. You need some kind of creative input, you need to share those ideas and solutions.

You do have a bit of advice though with outlets, because even if you feel your work lacks meaning right now in this moment, you still have the ability to have meaning in the rest of your life. Your work is not your life, remember you’re more than that and you have meaning no matter what! You give meaning to wherever you are! You add something, wherever you go. You’re important and if you are currently working somewhere now, you are valuable no matter what they say (or don’t).

Now, what does this role ask of you? What does it want from applicants?

Filling the well

Feeling like your brain could use a tiny jump start? It might be time to take a break and go explore some completely unrelated territory for a few days. Wells can only provide so much water before they dry up. And brains are the same way. Regardless, your brain could use a kick in the brain pants, so step away from your routing and head to the nearest museum, park, concert, or chowder cook-off. Do it now! Hurry! Before your boss sees you climbing out the window!

So this role could be adventurous for you, or different than what you have worked in. Could literally involve a public place like museums concert halls etc. Seems kind of cerebral too. Could involve travel. I really feel like saying though, it’s more about your needs than the excitement of it that seems important.

So I think it’ll require more activity, figuring stuff out more, for you to travel from place to place maybe. So if you go for it, maybe ask about that. (It seems like you’re a good match, since you can put yourself out there).

Added note after: So fill your own well with 8 of cups here too. It’s about you finding meaning regardless. You are important and things outside are important. Things you create personally are important and life changing. You are valuable interpersonally! This is a hint to look after yourself right now. You might be overdoing it or expecting too much of yourself currently.

I hope that this helps you understand it a little more and what to keep in mind.

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Group 2 (shell)

I just got really cold then. Lol.

Look for a sign, and forgiveness.

Another interesting one.

Knight of swords.

Did you have an argument with someone? Or a disagreement? Oh dear, looks like someone said something harsh. Is this more about thinking you should leave as a result, to get away from a current role?

This could also be that you’re clashing with someone in your life. Maybe you’re only thinking of this role because your parent is telling you to “get a job already”. I don’t feel that much interest in it to be honest? This gives me the motivations of “i want to get away from this person, or stop the conflict, so this can be an out.”

Look for a sign is clarified by 7 of cups. It really is giving me the idea that you’re not sure you even want this particular role anyway.

Or - you’re interested but confused if it’s the right fit. There’s just a lot of uncertainty here, and I would say that if you want to know if you should go for something, look at your true desires and motivation. That will give you a good idea on yes or no itself. I don’t think the angels or spirit would encourage you to go for something that doesn’t make you happy, or that doesn’t give you a sense or belonging or that doesn’t ensure your wellbeing.

I really get the vibe that you’re hearing things you don’t want to hear, it’s unpleasant, and you need a break. If it’s possible, maybe get a day off or a day away from your situation. Let your mind rest, because when I see 7 of cups it’s usually when someone has been thinking so much that they’ve become confused. That’s no way to make a decision.

And i’m calling you out - don’t worry, i’ve done it too - you’ve probably been looking outside yourself to be told if you should or shouldn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I get it, you’re here after all, but I’m seeing more doubt in yourself here.

It’s like you don’t trust yourself. This can look like going with the motions, asking spirit for signs (but nothing is good enough or convincing enough), feeling the pressure too much from people around you. Indecision in general. I really feel you, here. Forgiveness could be a nod to forgiving yourself. Why don’t you give yourself a shot? If you had to make a split second decision here and now, would you?

I’m just getting the sense of being really harsh with yourself, remembering the coldness or nastiness of others, and other things all accumulating. Please grab your power back - that’s where the self agency is.

And you know what, even if people disagree with your moves or are unhappy with it - let it be. There’s freedom in that too. I see how down some people are here, and I really feel like your self esteem or confidence has taken a hit.

Peoples words seem to really get to you, but I think there’s a partial reason to this - (I got de ja vu, so strong) Maybe you’ve been bullied or put down very often which I’m so sorry for if true - one of the reasons being is that I see your energy has been kind of…ripped? It’s like a shield that’s disintegrated.

One little thing that I think can help you is to cleanse yourself energetically and shield yourself. You can ask archangel michael to come in, cleanse you of negativity and fear, replace it with positive white light and then ask him to put his blue/purple cloak over you to shield and protect you from outward negative energy. Really close your eyes and visualize this if you can.

A skillset of yours is

Ego

When my selfish ego rears its ugly, screaming little head, i calmly toss it a xanax and ask it to leave me alone. I’m a big, generous person, and in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t matter if smeone else gets the credit for my idea. Because at the end of the day when you really stop to think about it, the idea might end up being bad and then they’ll have to take the fall. So there.

I think this is great. This is a hall mark for someone who can move past things and keep working, keep being involved in a team, let the grudges go etc. This is what you want at the workplace! This is a very professional mindset. More people need to be like you. But at the same time, I get the idea of putting yourself down again.

Let yourself have that bit of fire, let yourself be a little more confident or expressive. It’s for the benefit of the workplace in the end after all.

What does this role ask for?

Prep work

I make friends with the quiet loners- organization and planning - and i suddenly realize how cool they are! I start hanging out with them. And I bend to their influence. I even allow them to give my daily habits a makeover. Normally I wouldn’t succumb to peer pressure, but isn’t efficiency the best? C’mon, just let me fill in one more bullet journal…I promise i’ll be able to stop.

So with this if you do go for it, organizational skills are a must. If you have a job history, make sure you focus and highlight this skillset and examples of it. Good luck if you do go for it.

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Group 3 (lightning)

Very strong answer, card popped right out

Oooohhhh, interesting! This is nice imo.

Remain positive

This card talks about there being positive momentum towards this desire, you speed up your dreams with a cheerful or confident demeanour. It may seem like your dreams are taking a long time to manifest, but soon you will see a change. Don’t allow yourself to lose hope when your dreams are so close to coming true!

That’s so funny with the hanged man.

I think straight up it’s probably a good idea, even if you don’t get it, I feel you would be on the right track.

If you go for it, you might have to wait for interviews, there might be a delay in responding, there’s something that might hold it up. Maybe you’ve just been waiting for so long for an opportunity like this. Seize it with both hands! This is clearly something you’re interested in or have been hoping to see this type of role/opportunity. Why on earth wouldn’t you take a shot?

Do you not think you belong there or have a place? Manifestation is strongly hinted here - you can MAKE space. This amuses me, because it could even go so far as making a new role to allow you in. There’s something unusual or different about this situation. If you don’t get this role, you’ll likely manifest something similar or within the same company. The feeling of open possibilities is really strong here for me.

If you wanted confirmation, here it is! It seems exciting. I know it must have been hard. Hanged man comes up usually when we want to do anything BUT wait. When it’s such a drag and we are actively having to practise patience. When we don’t like it or feel frustrated. Maybe you’ve had to give something up, maybe in the past you’ve had to surrender an opportunity like this. Maybe you thought you’ve had signs, but nothing seemed to happen.

Well, you deserve this opportunity. You’ve done the work for it, you’ve put in the energy. I bet the receiving bit was hard lol.

Your skills:

Faith and tenacity

Wowwww you’ve really stuck it out.

I know in my heart that everything will turn out awesome. So I’m willing tyo have faith and trust that anything that isn’t awesome will eventually lead me to something that is. But I’m ready for awesome whenever you are, universe. Y’hear me? Awesome.

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try…to remember that there’s an old tired saying about this for a reason. Everyone fails sometimes. But failure is only failure if it happens on the very last page of your story, and since you’re sill breathing that’s not where you’re at right now. So if you’ve hit an obstacle on your way to success, don’t sweat it. Dust off your air quote and hang them on that failure as a reminder that failures are a part of succes, and this is all part of your lifelong job. Then, get right back to it! Your next failure is waiting to bring you closer to your dreams.

You’ve got it all! You can do this! You will get where you want to be and it will be because of you. I’m rooting for you!

What the role asks of you:

Modesty

I am willing to be wrong. I am willing to not know all the answers. I’m even willing to admit to my boss that i screwed up. Behind all this humility is the me that knows it’s better to be modest than to be a die-hard, try-hard, know-it-all. Isn’t that mature and gracious of me? You’re welcome. So funny how it talks about “failure” and now its saying being willing to be wrong. Maybe you should highlight where you’ve been wrong or made mistakes, and how you’ve fixed them and grown? The workplace or people involved could value this trait as well in general. You will likely get along better with the right people if you are yourself, warts and all, willing to learn and grow.

No one walks in knowing everything, and being willing to acknowledge that and asks questions till you do know lots is very valued.

Hope this helped!

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Group 4 (sunflower)

It seems like the job role or employer asks for a lot.

Helpful people

Money’s coming in. That’s so strange to see from this card. But people want to help, or there are people who will want to take you on. I’m getting under their wing as well. You might be in a vulnerable place right now, and that can feel lonely, but there are people or opportunities coming for you. (after a time of clouds hanging over you)

To be honest, you seem like you could be a leader in your field, or someone who has gained experience that is very valuable. I wouldn’t be surprised if this is maybe a step up for you or has an opportunity for you. If you currently have a job then people might go to you a lot for advice, tips, or help. Helpful people might hint to a job role such as customer service, or dealing with the public in general.

You really do have something valuable to bring to the table, and this particular role should be grateful if they get you, because i see that you would be able to help them out a lot.

The angels have something to do with this. It looks like one of them is tapping the lady on the head lol. Like ‘hey, look at this’. I see that you bring a lot of clarity to a place. You could be good with communication (which is sadly not that common actually. Talking up a big game is different from communicating effectively in the workplace.)

The fool is a good sign as well. This talks about having faith and trusting. There’s a little angel and demon on his shoulders here, so you might have a choice to make, or you’re tempted to do something you feel you shouldn’t. It might be simply the temptation to stay somewhere for a certain perk vs going because you feel guided to.

The fool as always, gives the advice of look before you leap. Sure, trust is involved, but you don’t need to do it blindly. Ask people around you for advice or help with looking at the role and responsibilities fully. If you go for this, make sure to look at the contract fully, and ask questions that are specific and important to you.

Overall this is looking good for prospects.

Your skill:

Oh. My. God.

It’s like I'm psychic or something. I’m turning the cards as I go.

Communication

I am a masterful communicator with the ability to say what I think and feel in a way that doesn’t invoke conflict. Watch as I dodge the bullets of sass and snark! Marvel as I avoid the traps of passive-aggressiveness and victimhood! Be amazed that even though it’s sometimes stressful, I choose to communicate- an act that saves us all from the grips of certain unspoken seething!

Let me just bow down to you for a minute. THANK **** THERE ARE PEOPLE LIKE YOU. THANK YOU.

Moving on. What does the role ask of you?

Decisiveness

I go with my gut, when faced with decisions, I make my choices quickly and confidently. I trust my experience and skill and I will boldly and proudly go anywhere they lead me! So maybe you could focus a bit on how you’ve made important decisions independently AND leading a group. Maybe how one went well, and if something didn’t, how you mitigated that. There’s lots of leadership/managerial energy. A good mix of independent and group working together.

Good luck in your job hunt! You seem very capable and I hope your workplace appreciates you and your skills!

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For reading. I hope you enjoyed. I have discovered ai imagery. I don't know if I'm into it. Oh well.

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the7thhorcrux · 5 months ago

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Hello! This might be a common theme among Snape fics but…

What do you think about Severus and reader being good friends in school and slowly grow further apart due to his Death Eater status. That is, until they see each other again later in their adult years and maybe dormant affections rekindle?

severus snape, ❝ i missed you. ❞

i just might have an idea for an eventual part two-

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You tried. You really did! But no matter how hard you tried to keep in touch, it wouldn't matter. Because friendship should go both ways. And even though Severus clearly cared for you, you two eventually... drifted apart. You have to admit that you didn't treat his meetings with other Death Eaters seriously at first. But who can blame you? His constant excuses were made to make you think it's nothing serious. "we're just going there to talk" or "they are my friends too, so i need to help them when they need me" were one of the many things you'd hear in your teenage years still at school. But once you both graduated and his 'friend group' turned out to be officially well known literal cult (!), you did set the boundary there. Long talks turned into brief conversations, those into writing letters, until finally Severus stopped replying to those that you had sent. You suspected he didn't even read them at all. Why would he? All you knew was the rumors of what the Death Eaters were doing now and apparently how far they were willing to go to prove their point. You were not only angry but also disappointed. In him, but also in yourself for not reacting sooner, when maybe there still was a chance to stop him. Prevent any of this from happening. Especially now, that the Dark Lord was back.

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You sat at the table, drumming your fingers against the wooden surface as Molly set down a warm cup of tea in front of you. With a small nod and a smile you took a sip. The Order members were still on their way here, as you were informed. It was rather spontaneous - bringing you here to help them. After your contact with Severus died down you decided to focus on your studies, mastering your abilities. And now, your connections and knowledge could be useful to help the Order and many other people. After all, if Albus Dumbledore himself asks for your assistance, then it's probably important. So here you are now. Sitting at the table at Grimmauld Place 12, chatting with Sirius and Molly, drinking tea as they tried to update you on what they got so far. You looked down at the newspaper Arthur brought in, focusing on it briefly as everyone walked into the room where the meeting was supposed to take place in. So many old and new faces you could see again. It should bring you joy, maybe even a sense of comfort. To see old friends again. Yet your heart stopped for a moment as Severus sat down at the end of the table, avoiding your gaze. You looked away, not sure what to do. Smile? Wave? it was confusing, so you decided to focus on more important matters at the moment.

After the meeting (and rather heated argument in between Severus and Sirius, that briefly made you realise how not as much they both had changed) you stood up, looking as the room to cleared. before you could even do anything you saw Severus was already gone. Even though you could've sworn he was right next to you just a moment before.

It was only two meetings later that Severus finally pulled you to the side on your way out of the building.

"Sev!" you blinked, not expecting him to actually initiate any contact with you, and definitely not like that. He muttered your name quietly and you had a feeling he said it out loud for the first time in years.

"I need to talk to you. Just for a minute," he explained. The tone of his voice betrayed how uncomfortable he actually felt at the moment - something you haven't seen in years. he must’ve noticed that too, because he relaxed slightly shortly after you nodded.

"i had no idea you belong to the Order." you said, awkwardly folding your arms on your chest.

"i, as well, was not informed you do too now." he responded, his voice a bit lower this time and tone much colder than he intended.

"is that a problem?" you frowned, asking defensively. "i know you probably didn't wanted to talk to me, but i don't think that our past should have any negative effect on the Order's efficiency-“

“what are you taking about?” he stopped your rambling and frowned.

“you’re not going to ask me to not talk to you outside of the Order meetings?” you asked, also frowning in confusion.

“Merlin, of course not,” he shook his head, visibly frustrated and maybe even annoyed. “i wanted to…” he paused. right. what did he wanted? “i suppose i wanted to say… that I’m sorry.” he muttered.

“you suppose?” you shook your head. “you decided to completely throw away our friendship and for what? to just come back years later? as if nothing happened?” you said, even though your tone betrayed that there was no real anger behind those words; just regret that so many years were wasted.

“that’s my fault. for pushing you away.” he admitted reluctantly. “and i apologize for it.”

“i wrote you letters…” you said quietly after a moment of silence. “…but since you stopped reading them i stopped sending new ones-“

“i was always reading them,” he said defensively. “i still should have them somewhere… i just had no idea what to write to you back.”

You looked up at him, his expression showing how sincere he was in this moment.

“…we should catch up.” you offered quietly. “a lot of things had happened.”

“yes. we definitely should.” he nodded.

After a moment of silence you looked up at him again after he called your name again.

“i missed you.”

You smiled softly, feeling his hands rest on your shoulders gently, pulling you into a hug.

#severus snape x reader #harry potter fanfiction

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smusherina · 1 year ago

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yard work - chapter 11 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / chapter 8 / chapter 9 / chapter 10 / chapter 12

Making the scrapbook was cathartic. Remembering the good times, the innocence of your childhood, was as much of a joy as it was painful. The pictures were all quite good quality since Abuela had had a film camera. Some photos had been taken with a digital camera, which had probably originally belonged to the Georges and ended up in your possession somewhere along the way.

Regina and yourself playing in the Georges' backyard and swimming in their pool, beaming smiles directed at the camera. You could almost hear the laughter. I miss when we used to be able to just have fun together like this. I guess it's a part of growing up.

Regina in a white frilly dress, carrying a small basket of flower petals, donning a crown of roses on her head. She was pouting, clearly unimpressed by the whole thing. You hadn't been at the wedding since it was a George event, but Regina's mom had been so elated her daughter had gotten to be the flower girl. I remember I was so jealous you got to go to a wedding and I couldn't. You hated it, though, which was funny. You used to leave the room whenever your mom insisted we watch the tape. I wonder if she still has it.

You sitting with Regina, hip to hip, on plastic chairs while a newlyborn Kylie slept in your laps. Regina, eyes stuck on her baby sister and a thoughtful look on her face, while you looked at the camera with a smile. She's growing up so fast. Don't think I don't know you care about her. There's gonna be a time you'll regret not spending time with her. I already feel it.

Mrs George, Abuela, Regina, Kylie in her mom's arms, and you grouped together at a parking lot. You and Regina had on little graduation gowns and had scrolls in your hands. Elementary school graduation. The summer before middle school. End of an era. I love your mom's clothes, they're so nineties. Does she still have those jeans? You should get ahold of them before somebody else does...

Remember when I sliced my hand open when we were peeling apples? That was a time for sure. I still have the scar!

You taped pictures onto the pages, wrote little things here and there, hoping the labour of your love wouldn't end up in the garbage. Or if it did, Regina would read skim through it first.

I think this album was the first time we agreed on music. Britney Spears really brought us together, huh? We even learned the choreography of Baby One More Time. Mrs George loved it. I bet there's a video of that somewhere.

Mostly the scrapbook was filled with anecdotes about your childhoods together. You did write a letter of sorts on the first page, regarding your intentions with the whole thing.

I made this for you to commemorate the good times we had. You know me regrettably well, so I think you know how I tend to hold onto things. I still have that gaudy pink Build-A-Bear you made me for Valentine's Day that one time. It's one of my most important possessions, only second to the memories we have together. You'll always be a friend to me, Reggie. If not forever, or from now on, then back then. I love you. Yours, Jorts.

You'd pretty much finished the whole thing by the end of the weekend. You spent Monday and Tuesday decorating the front cover, mostly because you purposefully put it off. You cut out letters from magazines and glued them there, painstakingly forming the words Reggie & Jorts. You'd tried to come up with something clever, but making a pun or a dumb joke felt like cheapening the whole album. A simple name made up for with fabulous decorations!

You weren't much of a painter, but you figured it'd be fitting if the album reflected its contents. It was fine if the roses you painted looked like a five-year-old did them. A good majority of the pictures featured you and Regina huddled around a crafts table, similar projects scattered all around you, young with clumsy hands but filled with artistic passion.

The album in itself was an earthy green colour, something Regina undoubtedly found ugly. The flowers brightened it up somewhat, but there was only so much ages-old acrylic paints could do. You outlined some with Sharpies. If you didn't know better, one could assume it looked like that on purpose.

You took it with you to school on Wednesday. You had it weighing your backpack down the whole day. You sweated under all your layers, and by the end of it, you were sure you were sporting some epic pit stains. Gross, but you were so nervous. You hadn't broken into anyone's locker in so long. And it was Regina George's locker.

You loitered around the hallways as they emptied out steadily, people heading home or off to extracurriculars. As you approached Regina's locker, you swallowed down your nervousness and got to work.

It wasn't hard. The combination locks were all old and weak, more of a formality than an actual barrier between one's stuff and a burglar. The lock clicked open easily and you wasted no time in stuffing your album inside.

"Hey!" Just as the resounding click of the lock going back into place came, a voice called out to you. "What are you doing with Regina's locker?"

"Uhh..." Gretchen Wieners stood at the intersection of hallways, hands on her hips and accusatory eyes burning holes in you. You made the swift decision that you did not have time for this. You booked it.

"Hey! Get back here!" Gretchen, surprisingly considering her heels, started after you. "What did you put in it? You cannot prank Regina, or- or, oh, was it a bomb?"

"It's not a bomb!" You shouted over your shoulder, sprinting towards the exit. The aggressive clacking of Gretchen's heels on the floors as she ran after you would surely haunt your nightmares. How could she even keep up with you?

"If it's not a bomb then what!" How was she closing in on you? It seemed like she was not even fazed by your little race, meanwhile, you were already winded. The exit was not that far away, but it felt like miles.

"It's Regina's business now! Ask her tomorrow at school or something!" The doors to freedom approached. "Stop chasing me!"

"Stop running!"

"No!"

You burst out and quickly hopped down the stairs, two at a time. Gretchen was still on your tail, but once she got to the top of the stairs shouted: "Karen! Tackle her!"

You hadn't even noticed Karen fucking Shetty. There was no not noticing her when the girl sprinted at you with perfect athletic form and squashed you like a linebacker.

You collided and flew into the snow. Better than the concrete of the footpath but it still hurt like a bitch.

"Get off of me!" You tried to get out from under her, but Karen was surprisingly dense. She was small but it was as if there were stones in her body instead of organs. "Fuck!"

"Keep her there, Karen, very good."

"Thanks!" Karen beamed, which was a much more common expression on her than the bloodlust she'd shown earlier.

"This has nothing to do with you." You snarled, still wriggling. "This is between Regina and me."

"Whatever's between Regina is between us," Gretchen said, all hoity-toity. "Now, tell me exactly what you put in her locker."

"A fucking photo album." You hissed, closing your eyes and clenching your jaw. What lie could you come up with? "Our families used to know each other. It's mostly pictures of her, so I just thought to... Return it."

"Oh, that's so nice!" Karen's hold loosened and you went to escape.

"Nuh-uh, not good enough." Just like that, Karen's weight slammed back down onto you. Your breath wooshed out of your lungs.

"What more do you want?" You wheezed out, getting sick and tired of this.

"Why was it in your possession?"

"I don't fucking know! It just was!"

"Hmm. And why couldn't you just give it to her?"

"You think that would've gone well, Gretchen? Seriously?" You turned your head with great effort, staring up at the girl. "Please, just let me go."

"I don't think I believe you." Gretchen squatted next to your head. "We're going back and checking it's what you say it is. And then you might be free to go."

"Fuck you." You hissed but made no move to book it when Karen hauled you up.

"That's not very nice." Karen pointed out.

"I don't want to be nice to Gretchen right now." You had no real issue with Karen, even if she had just tackled you.

"Oh, okay." You couldn't see her when she was holding your wrists behind your back, but you could imagine she was bobbing her head up and down like she was known to do.

You were walked back into the building, going mostly without a fight. Gretchen strutted along proudly as if capturing you was some great victory. Regina had trained her well. You weren't sure if that was impressive or just sad.

"Open it." Gretchen gestured once you were back at Regina's locker.

"I need my hands to do that." You helped out, smiling at Gretchen like she was stupid. Sputtering and offended, she instructed Karen to let go.

Instead of running like you should've, taking the chance you could get out if Karen didn't get a one-up on you, you obediently cracked the code again. Was it selfish that you kind of wanted others to know about you and Regina? Was it totally horrible of you to want to know it was real and have proof of that? Well, if it was, there was no helping it.

Gretchen snatched the album from the locker before you could even think to touch it. Karen sidled up to her, peering over her shoulder as she opened it.

You stood by, waiting for their judgement and looking at the ceiling. There'd been a water leak right there, based on the discolouration. Gross.

"You... You're J. J is for Jorts." Gretchen said. She sounded weird, like hollow or something. "J is for Jorts." She said again, breathy and disbelieving.

"What?" What the fuck was going on?

Karen spoke then. "She talks about J a lot. Like, a lot a lot. A whole lot." You nodded slowly as Karen went on. "J's like, her true love. It's so cute."

"J is not her true love, Karen! They are both girls." Gretchen pointed out. You had to agree. "Are they?" She looked you up and down judgementally.

"Yes. I am a girl." You said. It was true, you were female and around the age that it was acceptable to be referred to as a girl. Even so, it made you distinctly uncomfortable.

"Hmm." Gretchen didn't seem to believe you. Karen was busy cooing at the pictures of small Regina. It was sheer luck they hadn't bothered to read your writings.

"Look, can I go now? I know I'm busted, you're probably gonna confiscate the album, and Regina will never see it. Happy?"

"No. Karen, please put it back in the locker." Gretchen said, not taking her eyes off of you. Karen did as asked with a pout. "What is your relationship with Regina?" The album was back in the locker, but it hadn't been locked again.

"Nothing." And that was true. There was nothing there anymore.

"That's a lie and you know it. If you're J, then you've known each other at least since middle school. Based on the pictures, even longer."

"Who is J?" You asked in exasperation.

"Somebody who she has protected for years now. Somebody who is always better than we could ever be." Gretchen pointed between herself and Karen. "J is important to her."

"Okay, well, good for J, I guess."

"You're so infuriating." Gretchen sighed, pinching the skin between her eyes.

"You aren't the first to tell me that."

"Of course, because Regina has said that to you. Because you've known each other forever. Because you're J."

"Listen, I may look a bit butch, but I have a perfectly ordinary girl name."

"That is not the point!" She spoke fast and high-pitched. "You. It's you. You've been under our noses this entire time! Do you realize how much easier things could've been if you were around?"

"Excuse me?" Now, you were really lost.

"You're excused," Karen said cheerfully. You nodded to her in thanks.

"We could never be as good as you. It was like we were placeholders for the ultimate pretty girl she'd somehow let slip. And it's you. In a flannel and hoodie, ratty jeans, dirty shoes, no fashion sense to speak of. It's you." She said that last part with contempt.

You were reeling. Regina had talked about you to these two. Had compared them to you, cited that you were better. For years she'd done that. She'd never forgotten about you.

"Look, Gretchen, I'm sorry Regina's treated you badly." You'd lost the need to defend her, even still. Then again, even if you hadn't, there was little you could argue about with the two she'd tormented the most. "You can probably tell this is something Regina doesn't want coming out."

"What does that matter?" Gretchen asked, eyes far away and legs beginning to pace. "We could- could finally bring her down. Yes. We have J, we have everything she wants. She'll come grovelling."

You took a deep breath. You didn't feel angry, you were too tired to get angry at mean girls at this point. Besides, nobody could rile you up like Regina.

"You're wrong." You put it plainly. "What Regina's been doing to these people, to everyone around her, is wrong. But what I find despicable is how everybody is the same. I know her reasons, I can sympathise with her, but I can't say the same for you. So tell me." You paused to take a deep breath. "Why?"

"I'm not good at riddles, I'm sorry." Karen said, looking genuinely apologetic.

"It's okay, Karen, Gretchen can answer for you both."

"She deserves it." Gretchen said, steel in her tone.

"You sound just like Cady Heron and Janis 'Imi'ike. She hurt them too. What do you think ruining her life will achieve?"

"I'll be the new Regina George."

"Do you hear yourself? You still idolize her. If you're gonna be the new Regina George, it's always going to be a Regina George world. Don't you want to be Gretchen Wieners?"

"No!" She screeched. "Gretchen Wieners is lame, boring, too eager, a slut, desperate-" She took a deep breath.

"Okay." You said. "Why? Because Regina said so? Why would you believe her? She's just the same as you. Look," You pulled the album back out.

"Here we're in the Georges' pool. She would not go to the deep end. Y'know, she refused to even go in without those arm floaties for the longest time. Eventually, some boy made fun of her for them and that was the last time.

"And in this one we're driving back from summer camp. Regina was already tall enough to go without a booster seat, but I wasn't. She'd just thrown the biggest tantrum 'cause Mrs George didn't allow her to take off her seatbelt to sleep. She went out like a light, anyway.

"We're in Six Flags there. We'd just gotten those ice creams and you can see that Regina's isn't sticking to the cone all that well. Right after the shot, it just slid off. Regina was inconsolable. I offered her mine so we could share, and that seemed to be good enough for her but her dad was not having it. He threatened to take us home if she didn't stop crying right then, that it'd be all her fault that their whole family wasted money and time on this stupid trip. Eventually she calmed down and Mr George didn't have to drive us back."

You sighed. "I already tried this with Janis, in a way. I don't think Regina would appreciate me airing out her personal life like this, but... I don't know..." You closed your eyes for a moment. "I just want people to stop making things worse for her. She's been so wrong for so long, and I know I can't keep defending her, but I just don't think revenge will make her regret anything that she's done."

Karen hummed. "My auntie's been teaching me about karma. So, like, if she feels what she's made others feel, then won't that like... Fix her?"

"I don't want to hurt her." You said, resolute. "Maybe, it could be the most effective way to make her see her shortcomings. But I don't want to. I do not want to hurt her." You looked between the two. "And that's where we differ, I guess."

Gretchen didn't say anything, eyes glued to a picture from the Six Flags trip. Regina had mustard and ketchup smeared all over her face while she was holding a napkin to your lips, in the process of wiping your face.

With that, you snatched the album from her hands, deposited it back into the locker and slammed it shut. The lock clicked. Without a word, you began to talk towards the exit. Neither of them followed you or said anything to you.

You couldn't stop people from taking their revenge. You had done your best to be diplomatic. Evoking sympathy in hormonal teenagers wasn't something easily done, or maybe you were just shitty at it, but there was little else you could do. If you went ahead and retaliated, hurt them for hurting someone you cared about, the lines blurred.

You'd just be another mean girl.

Notes: Sorry for the delay! The next chapter will be the last one, unless I start rambling or something. After that, I'll do a less structured series of epilogues. Loosely related oneshots, that kinda vibe.

Also, my writing assistant stopped working in the middle of this, so if there's stupid typos I'll come fix them later.

I swear to fucking god if the taglist doesn't work I'll start breaking bones.

Taglist: @autorasexy, @wedfan2, @unadulterated-moron, @modernsapphicism , @9unknown0 , @sage-rose2000 , @massive-honkas , @nattys-swiftie , @likefirenrain , @luz-enjoyer , @dandelions4us , @natashamaximoff-69 , @alexkolax , @jareaul0ver , @here4theqts , @charleeeesworld , @natsbiggestfan1 , @brocoliisscared , @yellowwallflowers , @scarlettbitchx , @ayoungexwife , @cyberbonesworld , @syddie-reads , @screechcat , @theenglishswiftie , @gabby-duhh , @sweetmissnothing , @masterofpuppets-10 , @l1lass , @starved-mortal , @nothanksbye07 , @nenas19 , @jvuyii , @starry-night17 , @reneeswife24 , @glorioushamsterqueen , @krononan , @slug-on-bike , @rayisaknight , @chaseatlanticlover91 , @reginassweetheart , @mirage018

(this actually makes me angry. why. why doesnt it work. i type in the @ and then i type in the name and then it shows up in the lil' box and i click it but then it don't show up ;-;)

(this is cyber bullying. the cybers are bullying me.)

(anyway, if you want to be added to the taglist there is no gurantee if it'll work, but i'll add you if you want! just comment on this post :) if anybody has any ideas why it's like this, lmk!)

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horsegirlwarcrimes · 24 days ago

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In the dead of winter, the wife of a goat farmer gives birth to two daughters, lying in the straw of their barn. They are her first children. It has been four months since her wedding. Unlucky, unlucky.

“I really am cursed,” she whispers, looking over the faces of the sleeping girls. Identical, right down to the tiny, pin-prick freckles on their cheeks and chins.

One of the goats approaches to snuffle at her ear, and then at the babies. The one on the left scrunches up her nose at the sensation. She supposes she will have to find a way to tell the girls apart, but… well. It’s not so important.

Her husband won’t even look at the girls. Unfortunately, neither look very much like him.

—

“I’m not doing this again,” A-Hua says, gripping the makeshift scrap-cloth bag that holds all of her belongings in this world tight, like it’s full of gold and treasure and not two stale mantou, a strip of goat jerky, and a bent iron nail. She’s dressed herself in their little brother’s clothes, tied her hair up like father does. Their brother is tall enough already, and the two of them short enough, that it’s only a little small on A-Hua. Only shows a few inches of A-Hua’s ankles and wrists beyond the hems.

A-Yan stares at her, and wonders what, when they look so similar, makes her sister so different from her.

“You can stay here and try to take care of them for mom and dad if you want to,” A-Hua goes on, not pausing for A-Yan to speak, “It’s good. It’s good! You’re a nice sister. But if you do, you’ll probably starve with them, and killing yourself for our family won’t make anyone love you more.”

“Someone needs to take care of them,” A-Yan says, her voice dull. The fire that burns hot through A-Hua has always been absent in her. Silent where her sister is loud, apathetic where her sister is emotional. Grounded where her sister is flighty. It’s ironic that it is the colder of the two of them who seems to care so much more.

“Sure, sure,” A-Hua agrees. “Like their parents, maybe?”

“You used to think so, too,” A-Yan says.

“I woke up,” A-Hua says. “… you could, too.”

It’s the first time that A-Hua has made the offer since she decided to leave. For months, A-Yan has watched her sister toss and turn and cry out in her sleep. Her childish enthusiasm condenses and hardens into an alien sort of desperation that A-Yan doesn’t understand. She thinks that she knew A-Hua would leave them before her sister did. But never had A-Hua said: “Come with me. Let’s go together.”

She isn’t sure if it’s because A-Hua had known she would say no, or because her sister doesn’t want to stay together.

Either way—

“No,” she says. “Take care of yourself.”

A-Hua nods, ties her makeshift bag around her neck, and slips away into the night.

—

She never sees her sister again.

One year later, demons invade the countryside and slaughter her entire family, down to the last chicken and goat. She comes home from hunting in the late-fall forest a li away from the farm and finds the first of the bodies lying in the dust of the road. She follows the blood trail home.

At Huan Hua Palace, Palace Master Su tells her she’s the most extraordinary student he has ever taught. He holds her hand to correct her grip on her sword and walks her through the swing. She’s the youngest disciple of her age group to receive a spiritual sword. Its name is Gu Feng: a solitary peak. The Palace Master says it’s a sign that she will be great one day—singular, above the common person. She finds it a lonely name.

#you thought i wasnt good explain why the binghes look identical even though LBH looks like his mom??? THINK AGAIN #WINRN sequel #or in this case #WINRN prequel #idk if this is gonna be a part of #I May Be Young At Heart #or its own thing #Su Xiyan #Shang Qinghua #SVSSS #scum villain #scum villain fanfic #svsss fic #scum villains self saving system #my fics #fanfic #burywrites.pdf #WINRN #What I Need Right Now Is Some Good Advice

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Full Strawberry Moon in Capricorn ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

Heey, has the Full Strawberry Moon caused you some level of fatigue? At least physically rather than mentally? It was in the sign of Capricorn last June 23. This FM brought a shake-up to the foundation of our routines and a sense of belonging. I hope you’ve been feeling more secure in terms of your job and finances, or at least in the way you get to schedule your work.

There’s this little thing that I’ve been saying to myself ever since the arrival of this FM: ‘I’ve decided now that I am stable and secure. I’m not anxious anymore. There’s nothing to worry about.’ I’ve been saying that for my finances, yes, but especially, about my place in the world. I’ve become even more certain that what I’m doing is contributing positively to the world around me, and I’m very happy about that :D

This Full Moon, the aenergy is all about dreams and manifestations of a stable, secure Life going forward as Workers of Light. Personally, I don’t know what’s going on with people who are not of the Light LOL I guess all the foundation of their Reality is simply crumbling because they haven’t worked on their traumas? *cough, Hollyweird, cough cough*

Anyway, this FM also brought in a huge-ass cosmic broom to sweep up even more karmic debris from your energetic field (even bloodline). Releasing yourself from the shackles of guilt and unworthiness so you can grow tall and reach the heights of the heavens. All that, so you can now focus on your legacy project—something important, and unique, which you’ve known for quite a while only you can do.

This Full Strawberry Moon in Capricorn is the time all these wishes and endeavours are blessed by the Light forces of the Universe. Workers of Light, this year is YOUR year! Stomp forward bravely!

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Pile 1 – It’s Time to Nourish Your Body

security – 2 of Cups Rx

Oh, this is interesting. You know that 2 of Cups is a soulmate card, right? But here in reverse I’m getting that up until fairly recently you’ve given so much of yourself to the wrong soulmates. It could be that there was something in the air that convinced you that you’d met your tribe, friend group, or even the one and true significant other, but then the Universe did something and the truth was unveiled, and it was painful.

The, uh, disclosure, took quite a toll on your physical body, probably due to the shock or trauma. This could’ve eaten away at your self-worth, too, to some degree. You might’ve dealt with an affliction of an impostor syndrome after the incident. Emotionally, it was really hard. But now, the Full Strawberry Moon has swept away a huge chunk of that trauma and now you’re good LOL

Basically, you’re being assured by your Spirit Guides that everything is only getting better from here <3

stability – 10 of Wands

If you resonate with having been in isolation for quite a while, this is your confirmation that you’ve chosen well. I mean, I guess your Spirit Guides ushered you into isolation LOL But this isolation period is your recovery phase from all the lessons you’ve taken from the previous chapter of your Life. Your Spirit Guides are saying the past was not a mistake. You needed to experience those things to help you develop a stronger intuition.

It's part of your Life Scenario to meet many, indeed, Souls that you’d known in different incarnations, but they’re not necessarily your long-term Soul Tribe. It was more like meeting old friends, neighbours or students you’d interacted with in the past and now they’re just passing by to say hi or help you with a light task. They were never meant to stay for long. Because, your True Soul Family is elsewhere.

Know that. Feel that with your intuition. Accept their call. And have fun making your way to them, or inviting them to your space :D

worry-free – 6 of Wands

For some of you tuning into this Pile, you may have been in this isolation mode for a very long time. Your Spirit Guides are saying your time in hiding is almost over. Soon, you’re gonna be connecting with people again and be seen for all the wonderful work you’re able to produce now, and everybody around you is so gonna appreciate and admire you for all that you are. They’ll think you’re super wonderful and they’re gonna wanna hang out with you and all that stuff :D

Are you still afraid of some kind of a betrayal or abandonment from these connections? No, it doesn’t seem like that at all. Why? Because you’ve transcended above your self-worth issues; because now there’s something that you’re doing that you feel very proud of, at least confident about. You know your worth now, so you’re just naturally magnetising people who will also view you the same.

Take care of your body though. Don’t work too hard. Your body still needs to get used to a healthy routine so it gets stronger. A strong body supports a more stable emotional plane <3

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Pile 2 – Enjoying Unwinding for a Moment

security – 7 of Wands Rx

Seems like you’ve been huuuuuustling for the longest time. This FM in Capricorn is saying you’ve done marvellously well, so please take a break now! XD It’s more like, gosh, you haven’t taken the time to smell the panna cotta at all. Chill out, bro. You’re gonna work yourself to death before you even get to enjoy any bit of your labour of love. If it’s not possible to take a break, at least delegate. You really don’t have to do it all alone~

There’s a bit of a message about learning to trust other people. In essence, also learning to trust the Universe. Trust that things won’t suddenly spin out of control just because you’re snoring one minute. You’re working on something important that can benefit other people as well, right? Even if ‘other people’ literally means only yourself at this moment, and your family in the future.

Trust that the work—or the intent to change jobs—you’re doing now is in alignment with your Highest Intended Good. And in that sense, everything is perfect. You can relax~

stability – 10 of Cups Rx

Other than the scenario involving work, it seems a bunch of you have simply been dealing with a sense of ‘burden’ that goes beyond just day-to-day work. I feel like there’s been so much dark clouds in your mind, covering all your senses and your perception of Reality. These dark clouds are just worries, anxieties, and a fear of rejection or shame from the people closest to you.

It feels like there’s an endeavour you know you must take, a decision you know you must make, but you’ve been so stressed out about how to balance what you want with what’s expected of you. This FM in Capricorn seems to have lifted a huge chunk of those gloomy clouds tho, and I’m seeing you’re more able to distance yourself from the opinions and influences of those who might disagree with you.

This time around, this year in fact, you’re prioritising yourself. There’s something very important that you must undertake, but first, peace of mind first.

worry-free – 6 of Cups Rx

It does seem that the majority of your concerns come from ‘people’ rather ‘situations’. Your interpersonal relationships were simply weighing you down because you feel so much empathy and gratitude towards the people whom, I get are meant to be left in the past. These are people in your early chapters of Life; they’re likely not gonna make an appearance in the next arc, babe.

So you’re being advised to let go with grace and gratitude. I feel like you’re this dragon who’s meant for something mega-important and mega-luxury but the people around you couldn’t understand that. Well, that’s OK. That doesn’t make them ‘bad’, right? You just aren’t each other’s people, apparently. Your people, in fact, are those who are just as weird as you.

As you move forward, you’re going to meet more of these people who will even help you in building your empire. For now though, just enjoy unwinding those stressful threads of expectations in your mind~

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Pile 3 – This is Literally Where It All Starts

security – Page of Pentacles Rx

You’ve dedicated a huge chunk of your Life to studying. Most people won’t even be able to grasp just how much ‘a huge chunk of your Life’ is in this scenario. It almost feels like practically your entire Life, you’ve just been studying. A whooole Life of nothing but hard lessons from the Universe. Are you fuckin’ kidding me? You may have felt like giving up numerous times, too.

But it all ends by this FM in Capricorn. You’ve finished studying. You’ve graduated, or soon graduating. For the most part, the majority of you have closed that chapter of studying, learning and experimenting (with prototypes). From here onwards, it’s full-on Creation with active R&D on the side. You’re being propelled into your Highest Intended Mission.

Of course, vacation, first, baby~ Relax and celebrate your graduation. You deserve to take it easy now that you’re in preparatory mode.

stability – 2 of Airships Rx

I see that whatever you’ve felt was restricted before, whether money or time or a general sense of ‘freedom’ to do what you want when you want, is being lifted and suddenly there’s just this almost magical burst of material blessings that enable you to just…have a good time! Like, before, it was as if either you turn on the electricity or go without food for a day (hi, Australia). There was just SO much compromise to make. Not anymore! This FM in Capricorn is bringing in a lot of ease and material abundance!

Well, this Strawberry Moon is all about manifestation and fruitfulness, yes, but it’s also the way Saturn (ruler of Cap) seems to be easing in on the restrictions put around your physical manifestations. And it’s mainly thanks to your finally returning to the core of who you are. If this is your main pile, chances are, you’ve figured out your spiritual work in this world.

Basically, the lessons of Saturn revolve around that theme. Finding your footing in this world so your physical manifestations are always going to be in the service of your Highest Intended Good :D

worry-free – Knight of Wands Rx

I get this feeling that up until recently, you’ve been sort of torn between doing what’s responsible/practical and following this calling in your heart. Being pulled in more than one direction has caused you a great deal of mental turbulence. It wasn’t because you were choosing or managing poorly, no, not at all; it was because you were meant to follow both LOL

But yeah, I get that the whole learning phase was more like a tempering of your passions. Basically, the Universe was teaching you trust and faith in its grand orchestration. There this quote that fits perfectly for you right now:

‘You ever just like… Trust the Universe so much that you don’t give a fuck?’

For most of you tuning in here, I feel like you’ve kinda just stopped giving a fuck about whether or not you’re gonna make it or fail hahahah

And that’s the whole point, right? Doesn’t matter what happens, the Universe has big plans for you, so you’re surely gonna end up alright, and even thriving! Since you already know the outcome anyway, might as well relax and take it easy from like right now~

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flowershines · 2 years ago

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Special Treats

Bf. Peeta Mellark x F. Reader

warnings: smut, tabs (sex chocolate), protected sex, nicknames, cunnilingus

Not proof read

Coming home from work, opening the front door to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, he was sitting on the couch in front of the tv watching the new season of the Hunger Games. Ever since he had been in the games with Katniss he kept trying his hardest to stop watching them and have the others follow in his footsteps but he just felt bad for the contestants this year, you had told him that they put two 8 year olds in the games this year.

Ofcource he never wanted to see those kids die so he did as much as he could to make them stay alive by sending in donations for them to keep them alive, after winning he had more of a wealthy lifestyle having you both live in the wealthiest side of the capital.

“I’m home.” Dropping all of your belongings in the chair that had been surrounding the island in the middle of the kitchen, he stood up and made his way over to you kissing your temple then complaining about how messed up the producers are “I’m surprised that they made it this far anyways, I think my donations are helping them I hope.” He said while looking down at the ground, shameful for the kids. “They are, they’re still alive aren't they.” “I don’t think for very long though, one and two have been trying to find them since they would be the easiest targets, I left them some small notes saying that they need to find shelter and hide for now.” Running his fingers through his blonde hair as he sat down into one of the chairs next to you, walking to him and giving him a small hug as a way to try and comfort him.

You always loved how caring he was, even though those kids weren't his and weren't even in his old district he felt like he had known them their whole life, kind of like an older brother figure to strangers.

“Oh I forgot Haymich gave me these chocolates for you, he said there was a note on it for you but it fell off when he gave it to me, it's just chocolates so I thought the note wasn't that important anyways.” “Yeah, you're right it’s Haymich, he probably wrote some stupid shit on it.” Handing the chocolate he took it and unwrapped it, “Want some?” shaking your head you exclaimed how you just went out to eat with Katniss for lunch. Taking a bite he hummed at the taste of it, “Good?” he shook his head up and down very fast you thought that he might get whiplash. Laughing to yourself you walked towards your bags and started to put them into your shared bedroom and started putting things away, Peeta walked back over to the couch and sat down right in front of the tv as you heard another buzz sound notifying you that he had just sent another donation to one of the kids.

As time went on he watched the tv closely as the group of trained teens walked over to where one of the kids had been hidden since the games had started.

Peeta’s POV:

Watching the kid shiver from fear made something in me feel horrible for her, a single tear ran down her face as she probably knew that it was the end for her, as they would kill her in no time. I put my hand over my mouth trying to stay quiet as if I was in the games myself, seeing her shiver and cry reminded me of my time during the games, not wanting to see the poor innocent girl get brutally murdered I walked towards the door letting Y/n know that I was going to take a walk along with asking her if she could shut off the tv not wanting to watch it anymore. I knew those kids were probably going to be the first to die but I couldn’t help but feel sorry for them, I mean who wouldn’t.

On the walk Y/n kept coming into my thoughts wondering what she probably thought of all the murder and what she thought of me being in the games as well, more questions about her wandered into my mind. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed deeply, I should probably start heading back to the apartment now heading back thoughts of Y/n couldn’t escape my mind, I probably just missed her so much today so I keep thinking of her.

Walking through the second to last hallway towards our apartment an image of Y/n popped in my head of her laying in our bed in my favorite pear of her lingerie, the red ones that never really covered much. I felt a rise of heat shoot through my stomach down to my sudden growing bulge which twitched at the thought, walking faster than before not wanting any of our neighbors to catch me with a growing hard on in my pants.

The more I would think of that image of her the more tighter my pants would go up against my dick making the sensation of the fabric rubbing against it even more hard to concentrate on any other random thought that might run through my head. Arriving at the apartment she was in our shared bedroom but instead of wearing the lingerie she was wearing the same clothes since the last time I saw her in.

She was on her knees putting things away in the bottom drawer of the dresser, I walked in front of her hoping she would see my aching problem and help out. She noticed that I was standing above her, she looked up at me with the most innocent eyes that stared into mine as she smiled softly. “When did you get back?” She said as he attention went back to what she was doing before, “Not that long ago.” I grabbed her by her jaw with one hand and made her look up at me, “I need you, now.” her eyes trailed from my eyes all the way down to my pants. My dick was right in front of her face making it perfect eye level with the tip as it leaked pre cum through my boxers and pants.

“All of the sudden?” She giggled still looking at my bulge then up at me, “Please Y/n, I was thinking then you came into my mind then an image popped up of you in my favorite lingerie on you.” I let go of her jaw and looked down at her with pleading eyes, “Your always horny.” She said standing up and walking towards the kitchen to get the last of her bags, I stood there defeated knowing that I would probably have to resort to my hand again. “Peeta?” She said from the kitchen, I walked into the room that she was in and stood in the doorway with an arched eyebrow and head tilted in the slightest way possible. She looked at me holding the box of the chocolate, “Do you not know what this is?!” “Chocolate.”

She rolled her eyes, “No shit, Tabs?” Looked her in the eyes and shook my head as a way to tell her I was not following, “It’s a chocolate made to turn you on, I should have read the box before giving it to you but I thought you knew.” She dropped the box on the island and rubbed her forehead, “So what am I supposed to do.” I rubbed my hand along the tip of my dick as she looked at it. She took one of the chocolates that showed three water droplets and ate it, “I’ll help you out, we just have to give it a minute for me to digest it.”

My eyes lit up with excitement, she walked over to the couch and placed a movie on and started watching it. I walked over to her and sat down next to her, I kept shifting and squirming in my seat as her attention was focused on the show in front of her. “Can I please eat you out?” I asked looking her up and down, she nodded and laid back against the arm of the couch using it as a pillow, I pulled her pants down which to my luck she wasn’t wearing any underwear giving me even more easy access. She whined at how slow I was going, I got closer to her heat and licked my lips as they hit her folds. I loved eating her out she always tasted so good and she would play with my hair all roughly making me moan into her pussy.

She would whine and breath all shaky which was my favorite noises that she makes, I couldn’t help but feel aroused as my tongue was deep into her. I uncontrollably got harder and started grinding down onto the couch for some sort of friction that my aching bulge was missing, as her moans and breathing became more sporadic she would grip onto my hair more tighter as my groans were muffled by her pussy, she loved the vibrations that it would give her and brought her over the edge making her cum on my tongue.

She sat up and pushed me down onto the couch and sat on top of my lap and started to unbuckle my belt I grabbed her shirt and started to unbutton it. The sound of my zipper being undone made me shift my hips up so that way she would be able to move my pants down to my knees. I finished buttoning her shirt and pulled it off each arm and brought one arm behind to her back and undid her bra. “Your a pro.” She said talking about being able to undo her bra with one hand, “You helped me become one.” I said smirking and dived into her neck and started to make my way down to her boobs, she moaned as my hands traveled from her waist down to her heat starting to do small circles on her clit.

She fell into my chest and started kissing my jawline then working down to my neck, she kept whispering sweet nothings into my ears. Pulling my hand away I reached towards the side table next to us and pulled out the drawer, taking out a condom and handing it to her and I shut the drawer and kissed her check. She ripped the packaging with her teeth off and took it out sliding it down on my dick, i softly groaned into her neck from the sudden sensation of her hand on me.

She grabbed my dick and placed it right at her entrance slowly sinking down on me as my hands rested on her waist, throwing my head back from the sudden sensation as I could feel her clench from every angle, her pussy ran along on the veins on my cock, she was made for me.

Grabbing at her waist tighter she started bouncing up and down on me, I kissed her on the lips as she continued bouncing on me. She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me closer, our tongues danced on one another fighting for dominance. Her free hand ran up and down across my abs then bringing her hand down to my balls to play with them giving me the best pleasure.

Moans and groans filled the rooms our neighbors banged on the wall telling us that they can hear us, I placed a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans but she started to reach her peak and get closer and closer to her climax, realizing this I reached my hand down to her clit and started to rub it in circles while thrusting my hips up to meet her motions. Moans got louder and louder both of our climaxes at their peak, “P-peeta I-I’m gonna-” “Me two, princess.”

With that she started to fall apart on my dick as my cum shot into the condom filling it up, she slowed down her pace till she stopped moving and just cuddled against my chest. She went and grabbed my dick pulling it out of her making me whine from her hand touching my overstimulated cock, then proceeding to take the condom off and bring it to the kitchen and throw it away. She went into the bedroom not soon after came back in her comfy pjs sand had brought me out some as well, she handed them to me and picked up our clothes that had been thrown off earlier.

She walked back over to the couch and cuddled into my side I kissed her temple and said “Thank you princess, I love you.” “I love you too baby”

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sirspazingtonthefourth · 2 years ago

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Game Day

Summary: You go to check out the commotion by you're university's stadium and get roped into going to the game. 4.7k, mostly just fluff, college au, Bakugo x Reader

A/N: Recently got to college and was still unfamiliar with game day schedules. Sorta a mix between me wanting to go to a game and me being confused why there was a mob outside the stadium a couple weeks ago. Not proofread, sorry.

Content warnings: Cursing, depiction of a panic attack

You had never seen so many people from this far away. You’d been part of crowds before, sure. But something about seeing the mass of your school colors outside the stadium, fully three blocks away, unsettled you a little. You knew it was game season, but most of those happened in the evening.

The studious part of you, the part that knew you had to finish taking notes on your biology textbook, told you to ignore the phenomenon. There was probably a good explanation, and if something was wrong someone would show up soon to take care of it. The other part, the ever curious part, demanded you investigate, find out what could cause such a stir. You cursed yourself as you stood from your desk, slipped on your shoes, grabbed your wallet, and left your dorm.

You walked out of your dorm building on a mission: find out what was going on at the stadium. It was maybe a ten minute walk if you were dragging your feet, and you were too interested to do that. You made it in six minutes flat, trying to make out what was going on based on the chatter around you. You couldn’t make any of it out, all the voices blending into one massive cacophony. You started trying to push your way through the crowd.

“Oi, asshole! Wait your turn, we’ll get in soon enough,” you heard someone call right before something tugged on the collar of your shirt strong enough that you stumbled back a few steps. You turned to glare at whoever had decided to touch you, only to be met with burning red eyes.

The red eyes belonged to none other than Bakugo Katsuki, an asshole you shared biology with. Your professor had assigned him to your group, but didn’t talk to each other. The only reason you knew his name is because of the team roster your professor had put out. He seemed to think he was better than everyone, and you stayed away from him because you didn’t agree.

You were surprised to see him here, honestly, since you never saw him just walking around campus. Anytime you saw him outside of class he was either studying or helping someone else study. You didn’t even see him in the dining hall.

“Uh… what?” you shouted above the din. He rolled his eyes, a deepening frown on his face. A few stray blond hairs fell into his face, and he brushed them out of the way.

“Wait. Your damn. Turn. We aren’t going to get in any sooner if you’re at the front of the line.”

“Line for what? And you call this a line?” the blond narrowed his eyes, lip curling in a sneer.

“The line for the game, dumbass. And yes, this is a line!”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“You must not have been to many games, then. Fucking amateur.” You glared back at the blond. You hated that he seemed to think he could just be rude to anybody.

“Yeah, I’m an amateur! I don’t even go to the games, I just got curious what the fuss was over here. Enjoy… whatever game you’re here to see,” you said, waving a hand about to indicate that you neither knew nor cared what was going to be happening. You had done what you came here to do, and now your homework was calling your name.

But Bakugo didn’t seem to be done with you. He grabbed your arm as you turned to walk away, and you jerked at the contact. It wasn’t enough to break his hold, and he spun you back around to face him. He seemed more pissed about you leaving than about you supposedly cutting in the mob that apparently passed for a line.

“You haven’t been to the games?” If looks could kill, you’d have been being scraped off the pavement with a spatula right about now.

“No? I have more important things to be doing. Besides, don’t really wanna go anyways.” You muttered the last part, a little embarrassed to admit it. Crowds weren’t your scene. You didn’t like the idea of being so close to so many people. Of being touched by so many people.

“Anyway, I’m leaving now, so-”

“The hell you are!” Bakugo held on a little tighter, and you tried to glare him down. Key word: tried. Surprisingly enough, having eyes like embers was very effective when you were having a staring contest. You looked away a lot faster than you wanted.

“And why is that?”

“You’re already here. Might as well stay and see the game.”

“I told you, I don’t want to. Besides, I have homework I still need to get done.” You were getting a little frantic, trying to pull your arm away from him even as you did your best to mask the discomfort in your voice. “A-and I don’t even have tickets, and I’m still in pajamas because it’s a Saturday and I wasn’t planning on being in public and-”

“And I don’t care. You’re here, you’re going, end of discussion.”

“Please don’t make me,” you begged, turning your head around to see the crowd around you. You didn’t try to hide the fear, hoping he would take mercy on you. It had taken too much out of you to push through the crowd to begin with, and it had only gotten bigger. You didn’t think you could get out now even if he let you go, but maybe you could. You clung to that maybe like a lifeline.

Bakugo, for his part, seemed to take notice of your little predicament. Better than you did, in fact. Maybe it was the tight grip on your wrist, his fingers digging into your pulse point to let him know you weren’t okay. Maybe it was how your head had begun whipping around, as if trying to keep tabs on every single person in the crowd.

He himself started to glance around, looking for someone. When he spotted the telltale red, spiky hair, he called out.

“Oi! Kirishima! Over here!” The redhead turned, a bright smile on his face as he seemed to effortlessly move through the crowd.

“Hey, Bakugo! What’s- oh.” Kirishima noticed you more than you really noticed him. You were too busy trying to shrink in on yourself to notice him. You were flinching at every brush of a sleeve against your arm, apologizing as you seemed intent on shrinking into yourself like a dying star.

“Crowd’s too big behind us. Can you help me clear a path inside?” Bakugo asked, and Kirishima was quick to nod, letting out a sharp whistle that sounded about the general din of the crowd of sports fans.

“Alright, I need everyone to clear a path to the stadium real quick!”

A few other voices sounded, echoing the call for a path. Three people in particular jumped in to help clear a path, and you didn’t have the energy to fight being led towards the big stadium.

You were almost stopped at the front door, arguably where people were pressed together the tightest, by the person keeping everyone from entering. You didn’t know what to call him, you thought. A bouncer? Door guard? Random guy?

“Woah, buddy, I know you guys are part of the student section, but you can’t head in there yet.”

“Please, sir, it’s a bit of an emergency,” Kirishiima explained, gesturing to you. You had your eyes squeezed shut, aware you were panicking and trying to stop it.

“Yeah, sure. You can wait like-”

“If you don’t let us through that door in the next five seconds, so help me god, I will-”

“Woah, Bakugo, easy. Come on, let’s go somewhere else.” The redhead said, walking away from the door guard. The crowd parted for him, leaving a wake big enough for you and Bakugo to follow in without being touched.

After a little more wading through the crowd, Kirishima seemed to find what he was looking for. He pulled on a small part of the chain link fence, shifting it just enough for someone to crawl under. Bakugo nodded in thanks to the bigger man and crawled under, dragging you along.

Once inside the stadium fence, he pulled you inside through a nearby maintenance door. From there he navigated you towards one of the main halls. They weren’t lit well, but you could hear how they echoed. There must have been really high ceilings.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. There’s no one around. Look- hey, look at me,” he said, and your eyes snapped to his. They were still intense, emitting the same waves of heat as the embers of a long-tended fire. You tried to look away, but he put his hands to your face, blocking out everything from your view but those eyes.

“None of that. Look at me. You’re fine. No one’s here. Breathe.” You took a shaky breath. Then another. And another, trying to match up with the rhythm of his breath as it echoed through the vast, empty hall.

“Good, you’re doing good,” he said, taking his hands from your face and grabbing your upper arm. “There’s a water fountain nearby. I’m going to take you there, and you’re going to drink, got it?” You nodded, breathing a little more evenly but not willing to talk just yet.

The water did wonders for you. It was cold, unlike the pressing heat of the crowd and your classmate. It grounded you, and when you finally came up for air you could feel that your heart was no longer trying to jump out of your chest. It wasn’t calmed, but it was more manageable.

“Thank you,” you whispered, afraid of how loud the echo would be. You were already jumpy, you didn’t need to make a fool of yourself for startling at your own voice.

“Don’t mention it,” Bakugo said at full volume. It bounced around in the hall, and you flinched at how suddenly it had contrasted with the airy silence that only a wide open space could have. He seemed to not notice.

“Come on. Now that you’re done waterboarding yourself, we’re gonna get you a shirt. Can’t have you at the game in that,” he said with disdain, as if you had intentionally worn your old NASA t-shirt from Target and comfy blue and purple leggings just to upset him.

“But I’m already in a shirt,” you protested. He began walking and, not wanting to be lost when the crowd inevitably came through for the game, you followed him.

“Yeah, but I ain’t letting you wear that shit to the game. It’s disrespectful.” You glared at him.

“I told you, I don’t wanna go.”

“Well it’s go to the game or try and fight your way through the crowd again, and something tells me you don’t have it in you to do that right now. So, we’re getting you a shirt at the very least, you’re gonna change, and we’ll head to the stands so we aren’t pushing through everyone.”

He was right about you not wanting to push through the crowd. You thought you might actually have a heart attack if you tried that again.

“Won’t we get in trouble for being back here? That guy made it pretty clear that no one’s supposed to get in until he gives the go ahead.” Bakugo grumbled ahead of you, and you heard a few choice curses being thrown at the door guy.

“That bastard’s just trying to prove he’s got some kind of power he doesn’t have. Besides, I know the people back here. I’m one of the leaders of the student section, they aren’t exactly gonna go tatling to that prick,” he said. There was a light a few corridors down. It was the only hallway illuminated at all.

“You? Leading the student section?” he huffed, glaring back at you.

“What? Think I can’t?”

“You just… don’t really seem the type,” you said, giving a lopsided smile. He rolled his eyes and looked back ahead of him.

“Yeah, well, I’m not. Hair-for-brains managed to rope me into it, and I’m not about to back out now.” You were getting closer, and saw a stall built into the brick of the building near where the hall emptied into the main room.

“Hair-for-brains? That a, uh… an enemy of yours?”

“What? No. He’s the guy with the red hair, held the fence so we could get inside? Bastard’s been glued to my side since high school, can’t get rid of him.” You finally neared the stall enough to reasonably talk with the person you saw inside, a woman about your age with short purple hair and gauged ears. She was chewing gum and scrolling through her phone, and her shirt was black with a blue guitar on it.

“Oi, Earlobes. Need a shirt,” he said, hooking a thumb at you walking behind him.

“That’s not my name, Bakugo,” she said, glancing up at him. Her eyes settled on you after a second, she tucked her phone in her back pocket. “Who’s this?”

“They’re with me. They’re here for the game, but they need a shirt.” The girl nodded beckoning you forward but continuing to talk to Bakugo.

“I know they’re with you, what’s their name?” He huffed in annoyance instead of answering. It made sense that he didn’t know you, you barely knew him after all.

“Their name’s L/N Y/N, now will you just get them a damn-”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t lose your head,” she said. “What’s your size?”

“Uh, s/s. But, I left my wallet, I don’t have a way to pay for it-”

“Hey, don’t worry. We can just chalk it up to costs of running the student section, right, Bakugo? Anyway, I’m Jiro. It’s nice to meet you,” she said, smiling as she turned to look through the small booth for the right size. She gave a little “aha!” when she found it.

“Feel free to stop by if you need anything else. Enjoy the game,” she said.

“Thanks, you too!” you said. Bakugo grabbed you by the arm again and started dragging you towards the bathrooms.

“Come on idiot, you need to get changed.”

You sat in the empty stands with Bakugo, listening to the crowd outside. They’d come in, soon, and you’d be swarmed, but you would be ready for it. You would be trapped, but you would know it was coming.

“So, have you ever been here?” You turned to him to see him already looking right at you. “In the stands, I mean. I know everyone gets taken to the stadium that first day for the stupid start of the year tradition.” You shook your head.

“No, I haven’t. It’s a nice view, though. Very… high up?” You hadn’t been in a real stadium before. Sure, there were a few times you’d been in the stands at your high school but they weren’t very tall and you hadn’t really thought to remark on them at all. Bakugo seemed to understand though, letting out a small chuckle.

“I guess it is, yeah. Still, we’re pretty low compared to other spots. You’ll be able to see the game better. Gotta make sure you have a good seat for your first game.” You two just looked at each other for a minute, counting down until everyone would swarm the stadium and find their seats and begin cheering and chanting.

“I’m Katsuki, by the way,” he said suddenly. “I don’t think I ever told you my name.”

“I knew your name,” you said quickly. “We’re in the same biology group, remember?” He blinked, as if he was surprised you remembered.

“Yeah, we are. Sorry, I just thought-”

“That some random stranger knew my name?” He looked away, glaring out onto the field as if he was trying to light the grass on fire with just his eyes.

“Sooo…” you said, grasping for a conversation topic. “You’re in the student section.”

“Not just in it,” he scoffed, turning back to you with a shit eating grin. “I’m second in command.”

“Not bad for a freshman,” you said, elbowing him. He elbowed you back.

“Don’t say that like you aren’t one, idiot.” You shoved him in retaliation, and it turned into an all out war, the both of you shoving each other in the stands. You were laughing at the absurdity of it. You were a freshman in college and here you were, rough housing with practically a stranger.

You heard the sound of people starting to flood the stadium. It distracted you from holding your base, and Katsuki shoved the both of you right off of your seats.

“Ha! I win!” he declared from atop you. You rolled your eyes, trying to push him off of you.

“I was distracted, it doesn’t count! And come on, people are coming. We don’t want to lose our seats.” But he stayed put, his face getting red. “Uh, earth to Katsuki? Can you let me up? We’re going to lose our seats otherwise.” He seemed to snap back to himself as he did, quickly pushing himself off of you and helping you stand, trying to avoid looking at you the whole time, which seemed odd. You took your seats as everyone started pouring in.

Katsuki’s friends found you both in the front row and sat with you. You recognized them as the people who had helped you move through the crowd. The redhead you remembered as Kirishima, the bright blond with a black streak dyed into his hair was Kaminari, and the one with black hair was Sero. Jiro came and joined you all, too, bringing a girl with bright pink hair who said her name was Mina. She was by far the most excited to meet you, immediately going in for a hug before you could stop her.

You spent the game with the whole group bumping into you every so often, but you found you didn’t care as much as normal. You were jumping up when everyone else was, screaming when everyone else was, being excited when everyone else was. It made the weird ‘ick’ feeling you got when people touched you diminish. It was still there, but there were more important things to worry about.

Katsuki taught you the chants, usually right before he led the rest of the crowd in them, so you could join in more. You almost fell over once, jumping up when a goal was scored. Katsuki was the one to catch you, pulling you back upright and returning to cheering after making certain you were alright.

You walked out of the stadium smiling and laughing. You were buzzing with energy. You knew some of it was the shaky, panicky kind from being in such close proximity to so many people, but most of it was excitement. You’d been a part of a crowd, instead of just being in one. You’d been able to channel the adrenaline rush you got when being touched into something more constructive than shying away and panicking.

“Stupid, shitty ass team. Didn’t even win. The fuck do they do all that training for if they aren’t going to take the game seriously?” Katsuki grumbled next to you.

“Hey, they took that game plenty seriously, Bakubro,” Kirishima said to try and cheer him up.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Lighten up, Bakugo. They lost by a single point, and that was only because the ref made a fake call to open the chance for a field goal,” Mina offered, decidedly avoiding the nickname Kirishima had used.

“Wasn’t that in overtime, too? Feel like they wouldn’t have let that happen if they weren’t taking the game seriously.” You had very little understanding of sports in general, but you understood the concept of overtime enough to recognize it. You didn’t know enough to know if the penalty the ref called in the last minute had been valid or not.

Regardless, Katsuki just grumbled.

“Doesn’t make it any better. Pinky’s right, the ref made a shit call. We should’ve won at that point.” You rolled your eyes and elbowed him.

“Well there’s nothing we can do about it, Katsuki. We lost, that stuff happens. We’ll do better next time,” you tried to reassure him. To your surprise, he flinched. Everyone turned to look at you as if you’d sprouted a second head.

“Did you just call him…” Kaminari looked around, as if someone would get him for what he was about to say, then leaned in to whisper to you, “...the ‘K’ word?”

“Katsuki? Yeah? That’s his name, right?” You turned to him to double check, but Katsuki refused to meet your eyes.

“Well, we hope to see you at the next game, Y/N!” Jiro said, slowly walking away while trying her best to hide a smile.

“Yeah, you too. Hope to see you before then, too,” you said with a confused smile. Why was she acting weird?

“You know, we’ve got a study group that meets Wednesday nights at the library, if you want to come! Blasty over there runs it,” Kaminari chimed in.

“You wouldn’t think it, but he’s a strangely good teacher! He’s the only reason I passed my first chem test,” Mina said, shooting a playful grin to the blond walking on your left.

“What’s that supposed to mean, dumbass?”

“Relax, Bakugo. She’s right, you don’t seem like the mentoring type,” Kirishima said, resting a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. He was also fighting back a smile. Well, a bigger smile than he was already wearing.

“You are a bit loud and angry for a teacher, I’ll be honest,” Kaminari piped in, earning a death glare from the blond.

“Right, that’s our cue to go,” Sero said with a clap, grabbing Kaminari’s shoulder and starting to walk backwards. “Y/N, it was nice to meet you, if you want to join the study group we meet at 6 on the second floor of the library. It’s Mina’s turn to bring snacks, so we’ll be fueled for it. Anyway, see ya!” He turned around and sprinted off before Katsuki could chase after him and Kaminari.

“What’s up with them?” You asked.

“Oh, Bakugo’s known to try and strangle Kaminari. Those two are best friends and Kami doesn’t always know when not to say things, ADHD and all, so it falls to Sero to keep him alive when he says stupid things,” Kirishima explained.

“Anyway, Mina, you wanna go try that gyro place that just opened?” Kirishima said, the mischievous smile he’d been holding back finally breaking through

“Do I ever! Let’s go, Kiri. Have fun, you two!” And with several backwards glances and titters, Kirishima and Mina ran off.

“Well, they all seemed in a hurry to leave,” you said, rubbing your arm. It had been right after you called Katsuki by his name, too. They’d made a deal of it, before they all ran away.

“Did… Did I say something?” you asked the blonde, still walking next to you towards your dorm.

“No, those idiots just don’t know how to leave.”

“Oh. I just… nevermind.” You were the one refusing to meet his eyes now, and you could feel them boring into your temple as you looked around the street.

“I don’t let them call me by my name. That’s why the idiots got all weird.”

“Would you prefer if I don’t-”

��I told you to call me Katsuki, it’s fine,” he said, cheeks getting pink again.

You both walked together quietly for another block. It was a warm evening in mid September, and you relished in the warmth that rose from the ground. You looked up through the trees to see what color the sky was painted this time, just to say you were doing something. It was usually a gorgeous red, but sometimes it was a pink or an orange. That was the best part of your dorm: you could see the sunsets.

“You said you had homework to do?”

“Hm?” Katsuki kept looking at you as you pulled your eyes from the sky, and you froze for half a second. You’d recognized on some level that he was pretty, with his spiky blond hair and his seemingly constantly scowling face and his ember eyes. But something about the golden hour lighting made you realize he was pretty. You quickly looked away before he could see the blush on your face.

“Earlier, you said you still had homework to do. What was it for?”

“Oh, I’ve got to finish getting through this week's biology chapter. It’s taking a bit longer than I planned, but-”

“I can help. If you want me to.” You blinked at him, a little surprised that he would offer.

“It’s fine. I’m sure you’ve got your own homework, and I can’t ask you to do that anyway.”

“Unlike some people,” he said, giving you a playful glare, “I actually make sure I have my shit done before I go to a game.”

“Damn, alright.” You walked a few more paces in silence. “I mean… if you’re offering, I’d appreciate the help,” you admitted, refusing to look at him in the golden hour light. You had to keep it together, dammit.

“Well, I am. Hurry up, the sooner we get back the sooner we can be studying. We doing it in your room?

“Uh, sure, I guess,” you said, trying not to think too far into that.

“Cool. You’re roommate know?”

“Oh, I don’t have a roommate. They never showed up,” you said, maybe a little too quickly. Katsuki just glanced at you in his periphery, refusing to look at him, and nodded. You didn’t see his little smile.

By the time you’d finished getting through the chapter with Katsuki it was well into the night. He lived in a dorm several blocks away, and you weren’t about to let him walk that far in the dark, safe campus or not.

“Well, if you’re going to hold me hostage here, you wanna watch something?”

“Sure. Any suggestions?” he thought for a moment, before gesturing you to hand him your laptop. You did, and he pulled up the campus movie website and picked something before collapsing on the empty bed in the room. You clambered up into your bed to get the one blanket big enough for two people and hopped down. Once you were on the bed with him, you quickly arranged the blanket so you two both had some and settled in to watch the movie.

Halfway through, Katsuki felt something slump against him. He looked down to see you, leaning against his shoulder. You were out cold, and right as the movie was getting to the good part. He sighed, pausing the movie and closing the laptop. He set it off to one side and pulled out his phone to check the group chat.

He’d known it’d blow up the second he was left alone with you, so he’d set it to silent earlier, but now he could look through all the messages. It was all on the same topic, and the idiots were still talking. Kaminari was the first person to notice he was online.

“Dude! That’s the person you’ve been talking about? The one from bio?” he sent. Katsuki rolled his eyes, typing back quickly before the others swarmed him with questions.

“Yes, that was them. No, I’m not telling you morons anything. I’m going to bed.” He was about to put his phone down when one last notification banner came down from his private chat with Kirishima.

“So, how’d it go? Did the studying idea work?” Katsuki glanced down at you, sleeping on his shoulder. The game and studying combination must have really exhausted you if you passed out so easily and didn’t notice that you were leaning on him. It was cute.

“Worked great. Thanks for the idea, Red.”

“Knew it! Figured it must’ve gone well when you didn’t come back to the dorm.”

“Whatever, dumbass. Night.”

He tossed his phone next to your laptop and leaned back into the wall. It wasn’t the most comfortable sleeping position, but he knew if he moved you would wake up. So he took a breath and closed his eyes for the night, heart fluttering at the idea of being there first thing in the morning to talk to you again.

#katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha #bnha #college au #tw: panic attack

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messydoodlesyt · 3 months ago

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RTV Tour Part 2 {Messy’s POV}

With her new Bob plush in hand Messy was more excited than ever for the rest of the tour.

“ALRIGHT, THE VOTES ARE IN! WE ARE GOING TO THE FILM DEPARTMENT!”

Messy followed alongside the group as the entered the hallway. Chris and Swag were closely behind keeping an eye on the guests while Lucian was talking to the man himself. She couldn’t quite hear what they were saying saying, but it didn’t look pleasant. It was a vibe Messy was slowly picking up with the staff. So much tension you could cut it with a knife. ‘Just ignore it, it’s not any of your business’ Messy thought as she kept walking, occasionally glancing back at the bob plush with glee.

“The Film Department makes the CORE of the Headquarters, after all Puzzlevison’s main thing is to create MOVIES and SHOWS for everyone!” RTV announced as the group followed along. “I could of course show you all the different studios we have, but I think you may be interested in a PARTICULAR part of said department.”

With that he motioned Swag to continue to lead them as he stepped off to the side. ‘Most likely some important higher up stuff to worry about,’ Messy thought. Just gotta not be nosy. Which frankly is more than she can say for the group. The majority of the group was either attempting to sneak off, pestering the crew members, or just outright looking for trouble. She couldn’t tell who was more suspicious here: The Staff or The Tour Group. That being said some of the group members were huddled in their little groups. Most likely knew each other from before the tour or possibly introduced each other from the start of it.

“I guess I could introduce myself to some folks…” Messy started to say. She looked back at the Bob Plush. “What do you think Mini Bob should I attempt to socialize?”

“Hell yes” Messy spoke in a ventriloquist manner doing her best Bob impression. “Look at you standing you here by yourself like a loser.”

“Well dang mini Bob no need to be a jerk about it…” she looked around before looking back. “I guess I could-“

“Hello, bonjour, assalamu alaikum, hallo!” Messy jerked her head up as she focused back on what was happening now. Someone had popped into the group with RTV close in sight. Having a tv for a head as well, this person seemed way more energetic. Definitely seemed familiar however, she just couldn’t place the-

“The name’s Animsay!” Ah that answered the name question. “Some of you may know me from a certain site, wink wink, others maybe not. I’m the head of the Social Media Department but we will probably get to that later! Probably.”

RTV seemed annoyed by Animsay, but continued to push onwards with the tour.

“MOVING ON- if you would start following me again.”

“Cmon mini Bob, we can chat later.” Messy walked. “As if I can leave, I’m stuck with you holding me.”

Inside a purple themed castle stood before them. The first thought was SMG3 since that was the signature color.

“Oh, by the way, the many doors we are passing? All offices, mainly of the Administration Department. Pretty neat, right? The offices of the heads, such as myself, each have their own office in the building block their department belongs to. Well, with exception for 3 he prefers to keep in the castle. Mine and Colores are in B!”, she happily began rambling.

That was pretty neat.

“Well, anyway I probably shouldn’t hang around too much or the boss gets weird, bye bye!”

Messy watched Animsay scurry off speaking to other tour members as Messy raised her eyebrow and looked at mini Bob. “The heck was that supposed to mean?”

“Why are you asking me, I’m literally a stuff toy.”

Fair enough. She looked to make sure no one was noticing her having a conversation with- let’s face it herself- and followed the rest.

“I’m sure you’ve GUESSED by now where we are heading.”, RTV now spoke again, now opening a set of doors that led to the inner courtyard. “The SMG4, now SMG3 castle has gotten a bit of a rework to fit more to its NEW crew.”

Right… one without SMG4 or Mario.

“This area is often used by employees during BREAKS by the way. It can be accessed from ALL building blocks. Building Block C contains the studios of the Film Department. If you WISH we could take a look at them later, but I think you may be much more interested in the crew’s residence.”

They had entered the castle which had a new feel to it. The interior structure remained the same, but anything related to SMG4 disappeared entirely with it being replaced with shades of purple and the PuzzleVision Logo. It did look cool, but she couldn’t help but think back to how the castle used to look like. Okay blue was not her favorite color, but it seemed more… right? Can she even say that?

“WELCOME TO THE SMG3 CASTLE!”, RTV announced. Messy noticed Aminsay attempt to leave but the doors were shut in front of them. Okay, getting back to weird territory…. ‘Just focus on the tour, it’s none of your business. She looked forward as the Smg4- er… SMG3 crew now only consisting of Meggy, Tari, Boopkins, and of course SMG3. Instantly she could tell SMG3 was exhausted. Suppose it makes sense, he’s more head on now and while Messy doesn’t fully understand show business, it most certainly couldn’t be easy.

SMG3 started to introduce himself with as much energy as he could possibly muster up before Meggy soon took over. Messy listened to everything she was saying as she still took a couple of glances back at SMG3. At one point she caught him rubbing his eyes. Yup. Definitely exhausted. Hopefully he could take a break soon and relax, being overworked can do a number on you.

“So yeah, if you have any questions, don’t be afraid to ask them! Other than that feel free to explore the castle! I know a lot of fans always want to see it, so go ahead.” Meggy stated. Immediately Messy’s first thought was to go upstairs. She only really knew of SMG4’s old room being up there but a lot of rooms never introduced.

“You can go anywhere except for the room upstairs.”, SMG3 now butted in, stuffing hands into the pockets of his overalls. “It's, uh, not cleaned up.”

Well scratch that plan.

“Yeah, aside from that you can access the kitchen where we have a few snacks and drinks standing, the storage where honestly ain't much except a bunch of equipment and whatever we stuffed in there, the gaming room if you want to play a few games with Tari, the guest room if you just want to relax for a second I guess and lastly the bathroom if, ya know.”

Food and video games, deeeefinetly food and video games, ESPECIALLY since it would be playing with Tari.

Boopkins then suggested anime which RTV seemed to begrudgingly agree for it to be held in the guest room.

“Oooh let’s go watch some Anime!” Messy- er- ‘mini Bob’ expressed as Messy waved him up and down to express motion.

“Uh noooo, we’re definitely doing the video games thing.”

“F*** that! I want to see some anime t*ts and B***ies!”

“Mini Bob!” Messy scoffed. “We have to keep things PG here man!” She rolled her eyes and she headed off into the kitchen. “No wonder you got fired.”

“And no wonder you have no friends!”

~~~

“ALRIGHT, NEXT VOTE STARTS NOW!”

RTV shouted. Right. Voting. Honestly Block C seemed like an interesting direction to go to. So that’s what she voted for.

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Gonna be so real, I may be slacking with next week and the week after’s posts cuz of midterms, but we shall see!

Also I will color the image, just not tonight I’m so tired rn 😭 just wanted at least something visually to keep up with the first two posts.

@rtv-puzzlevision-studios

#smg4 #tumblr fyp #fanart #fyp #smg4 rtv #rtv messy’s pov #rtv messy doodles #smg4 smg4 rtv #rtv messy #rtv #rtv puzzles #rtvtour25 #rtvs #rtv au #rtv au insert #mini boooob #yes I’m making mini Bob my personality till further notice cuz yes #if ya can’t socialize with people then socialize with inanimate objects

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baileypie-writes · 4 months ago

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Do you still write for Joker?

cause to this day, I always wanted a joker x evil Precure readers

Basically, a reader, who once was a pretty cure, but turned to the dark side or betrayed the precure out of spite and hatred for them, head cannon or one shot just I really need it please

A/N ~ Yep, I still write for Joker! I love this idea. I went way overboard with this haha. Hope you enjoy!

~Bad Ending~

Joker x Evil!FormerPrecure!Reader

Fandom: Smile Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, Pretty Cure to villain

Relationship: Romantic(they don’t officially get together, but they’re feelings are mutual)

Genre: Angst?(for the Pretty Cure anyway)

Word Count: 824

Synopsis: You finally decided to betray your team, and join Joker in the Bad End Kingdom.

Warnings: Betrayal, Joker being pretty touchy, probably cringe

~Masterlists~

~Smile Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

‼️Glitter Force stans DNI‼️

You stood before your bookshelf, countless thoughts racing through your mind. To anyone else, it was just a bookshelf. But you knew where it could take you, so long as you knew the code. The code you were about to enter to travel to the Magical Library.

Your hands shook as you clutched the envelope. Though, it wasn’t out of fear, but excitement. That envelope stored a very important letter. Specifically, a resignation letter for the Pretty Cure.

~~~~

For so long, you’ve dealt with your younger teammates. They’re overly happy, loud, annoying, and set on giving the world a good ending. But you were always more into stories with bad endings. So while you were a Pretty Cure like them, it felt wrong to fight for something that wasn’t your taste.

Though, that wasn’t the only thing that drew you away from them. A man on the opposite side of the battlefield intrigued you. Joker, a jester from the Bad End Kingdom instantly struck a cord with you. He made you laugh, and his attitude was something you loved.

He seemed to know you didn’t belong with the Pretty Cure from the start. Any time you’d talk face to face, he treated you differently than with the others. Instead of taunting you, he questioned you. Well, more like he made you question yourself.

He’d always ask if you were sure you fit in with your friends. He also asked if you even saw them as friends at all. These, along with countless other questions, made you think about your position. It also didn’t help that he’d constantly flirt with you, making you fall for him. That drew you even further from your team, and closer to Joker’s side.

Eventually, you got fed up with being with the wrong group. So, you wrote a long, detailed letter, explaining your resignation. You knew if you told them in person, they’d try everything to stop you. Not wanting to deal with that was the reason for writing your thoughts on paper instead.

With your decision made, it was time to take action.

~~~~

With the letter delivered, there was only one thing left to do. And that was to join the others in Bad End Kingdom. You figured that they always found you one way or another, so all you had to do was wait. So that you did.

It was a chilly night. You regretted wearing such a thin jacket— the proof being your uncontrollable shivering. Hugging your arms tightly, you wished that they’d hurry up already.

Just then, the bulb of every street lamp surrounding you went out with loud shatters. A familiar chuckle sounded from above you, sending a shiver of excitement— and a bit of nervousness— down your spine.

“Well, what do we have here?” The devious voice of Joker asked himself out loud.

“What does it look like?” You quickly snapped back— the sass thick in your voice.

“Aw, no need to be so hostile (cure name).” He levitated down until his pointed shoes touched the ground.

“I don’t go by that name anymore. I left the Pretty Cure.” You said, not realizing how much you’ve wanted to say that.

Joker’s smirk widened. “Oh, really? And how do I know you’re not bluffing?”

“You already know I’m not.”

He hummed— taking a few steps closer to you. “Does this mean what I think it does?”

You nodded— heart skipping a beat as you did.

Suddenly, your Smile Pact floated out of its holder, and into the slender hand of the jester in front of you.

“Then, I suppose you won’t be needing this.”

“Actually,” You replied. “I was thinking you could do something to it. Seems a waste to just get rid of it.”

He chuckled, reaching his free hand out to hold your face— his thumb pressing against your chin. “I like the way you think. You’re going to fit in just fine.”

“(name)!” Panicked voices called out, followed by the increasing volume of footsteps.

Just as you thought, it was your former teammates. Miyuki gripped the letter in your hands. You didn’t expect them to find and read it that quickly.

“What’s going on?” Nao spoke up, her voice showing so many emotions that you couldn’t comprehend exactly how she was feeling. “What’s he doing here?” She pointed to Joker.

Instead of moving away from you, he pulled you closer. Your face pressed against his chest, and his arm wrapped around you in a hug of sorts. “This darling has decided to join me and the others of Bad End Kingdom. Aren’t they a sweetheart? I just know they’ll do splendidly in working to revive Pierrot.”

“I just can’t believe it…” Yayoi said, eyes filled with tears. “I know what the letter said, but there’s no way it’s true!”

“I don’t care about what the letter said! I wanna hear from (name) directly!” Akane shouted angrily.

“Yes. Please (name), just talk to us. I’m sure we can sort things out.” Reika added calmly.

Slowly, you slipped out of Joker’s grasp— though grabbing hold of his hand as you did. “Everything I wrote in the letter is true. There’s nothing else to say, and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind. I’m leaving.” You made sure to show you and Joker’s intertwined hands— making sure they knew just how certain you were.

“No…” Miyuki breathed out— pure sadness and terror on her face.

“What’s wrong, Miyuki?” You smirked. “Not feeling ‘ultra-happy’ anymore?”

Your words made her eyes widen, and her jaw drop.

“Well, it seems they’ve made things crystal clear. Now that there’s no more confusion, we’ll be going now.” Joker said.

“Wait!” The girls made a desperate dash towards you, but they were too late. A flurry of cards enveloped the two of you— leaving nothing in your place when it cleared.

~~~~

When you opened your eyes, you were in a dark palace of sorts. You immediately assumed it was Bad End Kingdom.

“Welcome home, my dear.” Joker said— his grip on your hand tightening from pure joy. He then raised your hand to his lips, and placed a gentle kiss on it.

The lack of light in the place instantly made you feel relaxed. It was like you’ve already been living there for ages. It felt so different from the Pretty Cure’s base.

You didn’t feel a single bit of regret about what you just did. You finally felt like you belonged. And you couldn’t wait to bring the world a bad ending. With Joker, of course.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Taglist: @averytiredcatboi

~~baileypie-writes

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janksfatass · 2 years ago

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Pt. 1

Warnings: Tumultuous marriage, nothing spicy… yet.

Word Count: 1700

F!Reader x OC, F!Reader x Jake

Plot: Reader is in a loveless marriage and attends a charity event at a mansion for her husband’s new job. She decides to explore and ends up meeting the owner of the home. He then takes her on his own tour. Was she getting in over her head?

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing? We were supposed to leave 10 minutes ago!”

You sit up from fastening your heel and take a deep breath before responding, “I’m coming down now!” You grab your clutch off the bed and take one last look in the mirror to preen and check for any imperfections.

Tonight was some sort of charity ball that your husband was invited to by his coworkers at a new consulting firm. You had met Steven in college and from the beginning your relationship was never built on passion or love but rather logic. He was smart, getting a degree in something admirable and not to mention easy on the eyes. After graduation you had the picture perfect wedding and bought a house with the proverbial white picket fence. That was a year ago. Now your days mostly consist of going running your boutique and coming home to make dinner (which you more often than not eat alone). Then winding down with a glass or two of wine and your trusty rose. Sex wasn’t really a component of your marriage anymore. With Steven’s long hours you hardly spent any time together at all and when you did it was mostly spent screaming at each other. This isn’t the life you had pictured for yourself at 25 but it is what it is.

You make your way down the steps and there is Steven waiting for you in his all black suit with a silver mask covering half of his face.

“Let’s go, we're already late.” He grabs your arm and practically drags you out to the car that’s been waiting on you. You wince at his touch, “Why is it so important that we’re exactly on time anyways? Isn’t it just a party?”

“It’s not just a party, it's THE party. Everyone important will be there and it’s a prime opportunity to network, you couldn’t possibly understand.”

“Ok then…” you climb into the car and place your clutch in your lap.

The ride there was uncomfortably silent but not unusual. Steven pulls onto a side road that leads up a mountain. The road begins as gravel and then becomes paved about halfway up. At the very top sits a large white brick mansion with black trim. The mass of a driveway is lined with Bentleys, McLarens and the like, meanwhile you’re sitting in a 5 year old Mercedes C class.

“Who’s house is this?” You ask.

“Don’t worry about it, come on.” He grabs your hand and leads you out of the car up to the double doors which are being guarded by a large bald man.

“Password?”

“Luna.” Steven replies in a semi hushed tone.

The man opens the doors and you both walk inside. You’re greeted by a massive foyer with a double staircase that looks like it belongs in a vampiric film. The interior of the home almost takes your breath away. Charcoal walls, black marble floors, silver accents adorning the room and crystal chandeliers half the size of your car hanging over your head.

Soft jazz is coming from a room nearby. You follow Steven to the ballroom where you see about 200 people. Some standing in groups talking and some gliding with one another across the floors.

You turn to Steven,“Can we get a drink?”

“You go ahead I’ll be over here.”

You roll your eyes and make your way to the bar. You greet the bartender, “Hi, can I get a glass of champagne please?” He acknowledges your order and you turn around to scope the room. Middle aged men and their too young wives. Decrepit Vanderbilt types that resemble walking corpses. The amount of money in this room could probably end poverty for the whole country. Doctors, lawyers, philanthropists, businessmen, and a few that you wouldn’t be shocked if they were involved with organized crime, all mingling amongst each other.

You finish your drink and spot your husband across the room and walk over to him. He continues his conversation as though you weren’t even there, not even taking a moment to introduce you. After 20 minutes of conversations about new businesses and architecture, you grow increasingly bored.

“If you’ll excuse me.” You give the group a polite smile and nod then go back into the foyer to ask the doorman where the bathroom is.

“Up the stairs, to the left and then it’s the first door on your right.”

You walk up the staircase and enter the bathroom. You’re immediately drawn to the giant mirror encased in an ornate frame of delicately carved flowers and foliage. Jesus this guy is ridiculous. As you sit, you look around and your mind starts to drift thinking about what kind of man would have a home this extravagant. ‘He probably has a trophy wife with big fake tits and a bbl. Maids and chefs to do all the work while she sits and looks pretty. What a fucking dream.’ You finish up and wash your hands. When you re enter the hallway you decide to explore a little. Steve won’t even notice you’re gone honestly.

You begin to peek into the rooms down the hall, noting the spacious bedrooms and also a theater room. What really grabs your attention is the study. You step into the room and the walls are top to bottom shelves filled with books. You notice a few familiar names, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, The Alchemist, etc. You walk around the desk and see out on the balcony there’s a small seating area and a large telescope pointed at the sky. You step outside and begin looking through it, searching for constellations.

“Lovely night isn’t it?” You jump at the raspy voice coming from behind you and quickly spin around.

“Y-yea it is. It’s very clear tonight. Not a cloud in the sky.” Your throat is dry as you eye up the man.

He’s small in stature but appears fairly sturdy nonetheless. The top half of his face is covered with a black mask but you can see a neatly trimmed mustache sitting above his heart shaped lips. His long hair pulled back into a bun. Very well dressed. Donning a gray suit. He has on black button down with what appears to be only the bottom two buttons secured, revealing a smooth chest that he’s decorated with a few necklaces that hold coin pendants. He has an Italian leather belt around his waist that matches the loafers on his feet.

“This is my second favorite room in my home. Especially on nights like tonight.”

“This house is YOURS?!” You choke out.

“You seem surprised. Why?”

“I guess I expected an old crusty bastard to live in something like this. Something so… over the top.”

“Well that’s one thing about me. I tend to have a habit of enjoying the more lavish things this life has to offer.” He takes a sip of what appears to be whiskey in his glass.

“I can see that… You said this is your second favorite room. What is your favorite?”

“I could tell you.. but I think I’d rather show you. Would you like a tour?” He asks and you notice he’s now returning the favor of eyeing you up and down. Seemingly taking a few extra moments on your curves and specifically the neckline of your dress that cuts just below your sternum.

He extends an arm towards you. You look down at his hand as you reach for it. The voice in your head is screaming at you. Telling you that you shouldn’t go with this stranger but there’s something about him. Something Alluring... Dangerous... Sinful even. ‘Fuck it.’ You place your hand in his and instantly electricity shoots through you. It feels as though you’ve just sealed a deal with the devil himself.

He walks you through the maze that is his home, showing you a billiard room with a bar, an indoor pool, his office space, numerous guest rooms and finally, the master bedroom. Each space was decorated in a way that you’ve come to realize is very on par with his personality. Dark and luxurious. His bedroom was no exception.

He lets go of your hand and snakes his arm around you with his hand resting on your lower back. His thumb gently strokes your exposed skin. He guides you through the doorway and flicks the light switch. The room illuminates in a red glow. In the center of the room sits a four post bed with an extravagant wrought iron headboard. You notice above the bed, there’s a circular mirror on the ceiling. ‘Strange.’

“Why is there a mirror up there?” You question innocently.

“Why do you think there’s a mirror up there?” He gives you a look that immediately connects the dots in your brain and you feel your cheeks begin to flush.

“Oh right... Naturally. Okay.” You feel your throat becoming dry once again.

“Well go on, take a look around.”

You follow his instructions and begin to explore the huge room. Another bookcase that reaches the ceiling. His closet could be another bedroom in itself, filled with designer suits and Italian shoes, silk ties and rows of shirts. The bathroom contains a freestanding tub that could probably hold 4 people and the shower about 8.

“Wow. This is absolutely…” You stop yourself as your eye catches an… elevator? You walk over to it and look at him. “Where does this go?”

“The basement.” He replies matter of factly.

“What’s down there?”

“Would you like to see?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“Tell me what it is first. Is it like a dungeon or something?” You laugh.

“Well…”

Your laugh instantly ceases.

He smirks at you, watching the wheels begin to spin in your head. He can tell he’s piqued your curiosity.

“Well? Well what? Is it a dungeon or not?”

“Why don’t I show you and you can be the judge of that.”

You stop for a moment to think of what awaits you. “As long as you promise not to murder me.”

“Cross my heart, hope to die.”

‘If I die, I die.’

He takes your hand again as the elevator dings and opens. The inside is wall to wall mirrors. You notice there’s only two buttons. One for his bedroom and one for wherever he’s taking you.

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #jake gvf #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka x reader

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