#and by that i mean i can't listen to it without sobbing

[rexhya]

note — i accidentally posted the hcs before i was done! >~<, more anul content :>

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yandere!prince who drives himself mad over every interaction you have with another male, it's an unspoken rule that no one is allowed to look you in the eyes because the clingy bastard has a careful and constant eye watching over you

anul hardly ever lets you out of his sight, he goes, you go, you go, he goes. it's law.

so on the rare cases where he does have to leave your side, safe to say he's more than just a little grumpy. ( he slit the throat of his personal advisor because he was talking to loud )

your just doing you job, the job you were meant to do, cleaning and preparing for a party held for nobles in his upcoming inauguration. anul is obviously dreading this party, his father is being picky about evey little thing and said he'd banish you if he tries to bring you along. (he doesn't actually care he just is waiting patiently for the day he becomes king and his fathers word will mean nothing)

whats worse is theres this insect on his arm, buzzing nosily to him about nothing, the only good thing that actually came from it's mouth was when she asked about you.

"Oh you mean [Name], she's perfect isn't she?" He doesn't wait for a response, Anetha is dying listening to him go on and on and on about you, and she hardly gets it anyway! Your a maid, born from slum and you're hardly that pretty anyway, what did the Prince of Salttion see in you.

She makes a horrible mistake and tries to find out herself.

"Hello m'lady how may I he—" you don't get to finish your sentence before Anethea's gaurds are stomping you into the ground. It's not like you havent been in a situation like this before, but it's the fear of not knowing if you'd be able to escape let alone survive that makes you sob tears into your blood.

You're shoved into a closet before your found, Anul had tore every room apart looking for you ( literally, the door came flying off it's hinges as you fell to the ground unconscious. ) and sees pure, blood raging red when he cradleds your head in his lap. not even his father tries to reprimand him for his attentiveness to you, who ever had done this would pay in blood.

He can't control his breathing as they cart you away, he's right there with you of course, Anetha watching pleasantly, he catches the look and saves it for later.

When you finally wake up you feel sore, definitely brtter then when you were bloody and hurting in the dank closet but sore nonetheless. Anul is right besides you, his long violet hair wafting on your bed, his face planted into the cushions of the mattress breathing softly. How long had you been out? How long had the prince been here? He certainly didn't look like himself, hair messy, clothes rumpled.

You hesitated for a moment, reaching out to stroke his soft wavy hair, then without warning his jumped up and statched at your wrist. His eyes were bloodshot, (had he been crying, did something else happen while you were out?) and the hold on your wrist was only getting tighter.

"A-Anul, you're hurting me." he lets go in an instant and immediately sits up to hold you in his arms.

"Oh god, I thought you—" he choked and let go to place a kiss on your lips. they were chapped, but warm.

you only blinked, he didn't care that you hadn't kissed him back. "I am going to gut that pig alive you hear me?" he said squeezing your cheeks.

"I am going to peel her insides till they look like confetti alright?" he said desperately, "I failed to protect you, and look what happened. Oh my baby, my poor baby." he cried, kissing your cheeks lettinf his tears fall freely on his face.

"And you [Name], are to never leave my side again, I've already made arrangements for you to sleep with me so it won't be a problem." you flinched at the finality in his words but Anul couldn't tell.

All he could see waa the bruising of your face and a lot of bodies he'd have to dispose of, because he wasn't just going after that noble who'd set you up.

For generations he declared then and there anyone involved (directly or indirectly) in the attempted murder of his wife, would die a shameful and slow death.

[chronicowboy]

Eddie isn't sure what he's expecting when Buck meets him at the airport. Red-rimmed eyes, splotchy face, hunched shoulders probably. Not this. Distant eyes, blank face, straight-backed. He'd been braced to catch Buck as soon as he landed, had spent his whole flight locking every bit of his own grief away to be thought about at a later date, let the guilt pool in his chest instead.

I should've been there, I could've -

He'd been ready to catch Buck, but it's Eddie who falls into Buck's waiting arms. Eddie who tears up. Eddie who clutches at the back of Buck's shirt like a scared child. And it's Buck sweeping his hands up and down Eddie's back, holding him together, murmuring:

"It's okay. I've got you. It's not your fault."

Eddie doesn't cry in LAX. His grief is a private thing. Always has been. He locks it into his bedroom and lets it out behind closed doors. But Buck is the safest space he's ever had, so he lets himself break a little. Lets himself shake apart under Buck's hands until he can ground himself with a deep breath at the junction of Buck's neck and shoulder. Until he can stand on his own.

Buck looks at him, eyes searching, deepest of furrows between his brows, so devastatingly gentle. And Eddie kind of wants to fucking scream at him for being okay. He'd needed to take care of Buck. He'd needed to have something to do. But now Buck is looking at him like he can fix him, and Eddie wants him to. So badly. But Buck knows Eddie's grief is for South Bedford Street, not LAX, so all he does is lead Eddie out to the parking lot.

It's a silent drive. Buck tells him the details of the funeral. Clinical. Sparing. And Eddie watches Buck's knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. Listens to the creak of leather under an unyielding grip. And he sees it then. The countdown over Buck's head, ticking away steadily. He's grateful in a way.

They pull up to the house silently. The engine falls quiet. And they stare at the door. The door Bobby had appeared on the other side of just a few months ago for a goodbye dinner. At the house. The house Bobby made coffee in when Eddie couldn't stomach being alone. At the home. The home Bobby helped him build in every way.

Buck gets out of the car. Eddie follows. Buck unlocks the door. Eddie locks it behind them. Buck disappears into the kitchen. Eddie pauses.

Can't quite separate Bobby from kitchens in his mind. And it's not like Bobby ever cooked anything in Eddie's kitchen, but there's some stupid grief-crazed part of his brain that thinks he'll find Bobby at the stove for a last supper. A parting gift to Eddie. Because Bobby was always too good. Too generous. Too understanding. When it came to Eddie.

When he finally makes it in there, Buck is stood staring into the fridge. Vacant. Eddie joins him, presses their shoulders together as hard as he can without knocking Buck away, and looks at Buck's fingers curled loosely around two beer bottles. Eddie knows it's not the early hour staying his hand.

It feels wrong. To find comfort in alcohol at Bobby's expense.

Carefully, Eddie unpicks Buck's fingers from the bottles and watches as Buck's arm falls limp to his side with such weight it bounces off his hip. Swings once, twice, stops suddenly. Eddie grabs the water filter. Closes the fridge.

"Sit down," he whispers. Sure, steady.

Buck sits down.

Eddie grabs two glasses. Fills them with water. Leaves the filter on the side. Who cares? Who fucking cares? Takes the glasses over to the table in shaking hands. Spills only a little. Sits opposite Buck. Stares into his cup.

"I didn't say it back," Buck rasps eventually.

Eddie picks his head up with great effort. Ony manages it because he wants to see what hurt he's caused. Their missing medic. Absent in their hour of need.

"What?"

"B-he-he told me he loved me." Buck's eyes go wide. Horrified. Haunted. Hollow. "He t-told me he l-loved me, and I could-couldn't say it back be-because that would mean..." Buck chokes a sob into his hand. "I thought we'd fix it. I-I-I thought we'd find a way. We-we always do. I couldn't say it-it. I didn't want t-to let him go. And now, he's..." Buck's face crumples first. Then, the rest of his body follows, folding in on itself in the chair until he looks almost as small as Christopher had the first time he'd ever sat at this table. "He's d-gone, and he doesn't know I love him."

"He knows, Buck." Eddie's hand curls into a fist on the tabletop. Doesn't know what to do. For all he'd been ready to hold Buck together, he's not sure how. "He knows you love him, Buck. You told him every single day."

"But I never said the words!" he snaps. Pure rage. Pure guilt. He looks up at Eddie. Blue eyes wet and red and wild. The rage and the guilt seeps away, leaves only pure grief. "I never said the words."

He sobs then. Doesn't choke it down. Lets it out. Eddie reacts like it's instinct even though he's never done this before. Just somehow knows in his bones what to do when it comes to Buck.

He stands, rounds the table, slides a hand into Buck's hair, one on his shoulder, pulls Buck's face into his stomach and holds him there, holds him together. Buck's fingers tangle themselves in Eddie's belt loops. A lifeline. And Eddie holds him tight as he can.

"All the times you cooked for him. All the times he cooked for you. The two of you cooking together. You had your own language, Buck. He knows you love him."

And all Eddie hears is: you're gonna stand there with a hundred-something bodies on you and tell me I'm not fit for duty. Did Bobby know Eddie loved him too?

Squeezing his eyes shut tight, Eddie drops his cheek to the top of Buck's head. Stops holding Buck together and starts holding on. Buck's hands grasp at his hips, twist into the back of his shirt just like Eddie's had at the airport.

And all Eddie hears is: I just want to make sure you don't think you have to lose everything before you can allow yourself to feel anything.

[hamliet]

Adolescence Review (by someone who used to work in child protection)

Recently watched Netflix's Adolescence and it was probably the best TV series I've seen. It's superbly acted (how was this Owen Cooper's first role?), fascinatingly filmed (every single episode is shot in one take), and brimming with empathy and nuance.

It also resonates personally with me. Once upon a time, I worked in child protection for a year. I've worked with kids like the main subject of the series, Jamie Miller. I can't and won't give details, but this series probably captures the heart-wrenching, soul-crushing reality of what it's like to work with kids who do horrific crimes.

Episode 1 is an excruciatingly detailed account of the dehumanization of arrest and imprisonment, and that's even with everyone doing their best to be kind to Jamie because he's a child (13, but looks younger). I guarantee you most cops don't try to be nice to most intakes.

There's really only one moment where a cop is cruel until the interrogation, and that's when Jamie's being strip-searched. The man conducting the search tells his father, who asks, in essence, "how would you feel if you were thirteen and strangers wanted to do this to you?" that "I was never accused of a crime." Well, bully for you, jerk-face.

Yet the viewer also understands the cruel necessity of having to conduct such a search, while also wanting to throw up. I do think a lot of the discourse around juvenile criminals resorts to "throw away the key" without considering what that means, and what humiliation and abuse kids go through when they're arrested (rightfully or wrongfully). The show following each and every motion and forcing the viewer to observe the father's face rather than the actual search forces the viewer to face their own thoughts on juvenile justice (especially because, at this point, you don't know whether Jamie did it).

But at the same time as Jamie is dehumanized in this way, you're confronted with the reality of how much he's dehumanized his victim at the end of the episode, when you see that he absolutely, 100% did do it. This thread of how Jamie dehumanizes women in particular continues in Episode 3.

Episode 2 is easily the weakest of the series. It's still great and offers, via a chaotic school with checked-out adults who can't care anymore and adults who do care completely overwhelmed and limited by their own humanity, a symbolic picture of what teenagers face. How can they learn when they aren't willing to listen? At the same time, how can they learn when no one is teaching? How can people teach when they are drowning themselves?

My criticism here is that the school appeared not exactly unrealistic, but also slightly hyperbolized. I think they could have stressed the struggles of trying to care when there's too much to care for even more than they did via an additional episode, an episode I think the second one almost introduced and then left dangling--one that focused on Katie's loved ones.

We hear about Katie's mom, and we meet Jade and see her rage over losing her best friend. We even see one detective voice how frustrating it is that Jamie will be remembered but Katie won't be. I wouldn't quite call this lip service because I do think the aim of the show isn't quite about this, but I do think the show should have spent an episode on Jade and/or Katie's family.

We know Katie isn't perfect as a victim, but that doesn't mean in any way that she deserved to be stabbed to death (or to have her pictures leaked). In fact, the show makes this emphatically clear. But I still think they missed a chance to make her more human, to show the loss through her loved ones.

If Episode 2 is the slightly-less-than-the-others episode, Episode 3 is the standout. The psychologist examines Jamie and he vacillates between inappropriately flirting with the psychologist to childishly requesting more hot chocolate to terrifyingly screaming in rage to sobbing in fear like a child in a nightmare to condescendingly mocking her like a rabid fan of Elon's would to desperately trying to wrench away the reality of what he did and trying to talk himself out of facing reality. And Owen Cooper, the child actor, makes all of this believable.

The reality is that the cruelty of what Jamie's done sinks in during Episode 3. He tells his psychologist that most other guys who have assaulted their victim, but he didn't, so he's better, right? And then he screams and sobs minutes later begging for someone to tell him that they like him, anyone. I found myself wanting to grab the psychologist and beg her to say that she "cared" (something I said in a similar moment during my work doing child protection). But I also understand why she didn't--not just professionally, but in terms of Jamie having to realize that he can't be entitled to people liking him when he's so cruel to women.

The psychologist also asks Jamie if he understands what death is. While he says all the right words to show he does, everyone over the age of 20 knows that he doesn't, and the show knows it too. I genuinely think that, until you get older, you cannot fully understand what it means for someone to be gone from this earth.

And therein lies the paradox of the show: Jamie doesn't fully understand what he's done. At the same time, what he's done has permanent, gruesome, irreversible consequences for everyone around him--and beyond that, because of the internet's influence beyond local boundaries.

Episode 4 is an episode I would call beautiful in a lot of ways, despite the fact that it's jagged and raw. We follow Jamie's family (dad, mom, and older sister) as they try to celebrate the dad's birthday about a year after the crime. We see how they're wrestling with the fallout and agony of knowing they raised Jamie--but they also raised Lisa, who is kind of an awesome kid.

And while Episode 1 actually has detectives musing that the parents might be abusive and that might explain it, this episode removes any doubts: Eddie and Amanda, Jamie's parents, are good parents. They are not perfect. Eddie has a temper. Amanda should have monitored his computer use more. But also? No parents are perfect. Arguably, the detective who interacts with his son in Episode 2 is a worse parent than they are. Yet his son is great, and Lisa is great.

There simply isn't a good explanation. Jamie was hurting, yes, but his pain can't be pinned down to a singular cause. The internet hurt him and gave him messages about masculinity that were harmful to say the least. But he also got those messages at school, even if he wasn't on the internet. And he got love at home, as well as some flawed interactions with his parents.

So who is responsible for Jamie's actions? Jamie himself. He chose.

Yet, the series also acknowledges that Jamie is a child, and he is not just "born bad." We see how other kids, like Jade punching Ryan, and Ryan loaning Jamie the knife, and Tommy joking around, and the bully leaking Katie's pictures--they have no comprehension of the extreme ramifications of their actions... but some of them also don't appear to care to learn. Normally, society would demand they care to learn, but that's not happening.

So then what? If society creates these kids, then what does society owe them? That's a question the series wants viewers to walk away contemplating, rather than giving a simple answer.

And there is some hope: Jamie deciding to plead guilty and accept responsibility. In that, we see how kids are supposed to be able to make mistakes and learn and grow. Yet Jamie's "mistake" is so shattering that Katie will never get to grow beyond it because of him, and to what degree Jamie can after pleading guilty isn't clear either. And in an era where their every action is captured online, can they ever really grow beyond?

I don't know that I have an answer to that. I've seen some kids I worked with grow up to be awesome. And I've lost touch with others, particularly those whose cases were more serious. There is no agony like seeing a child who has done something horrific and is suffering themselves and knowing you can't save them, and not knowing what the future holds for them. All you're left with is being able to hope that they'll learn to accept responsibility and grow, but in a system and society that makes that really impossible, is that even much of a hope?

[luvyeni]

⠀ ( drabble ) finally forever ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 박성훈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ sunghoon tying himself to you for once and for all  ヾ

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request. yandere sunghoon smut PLEASE, your yan work has got me salivating. It can be any scenario you would like (punishment, stokeholm syndrome i hope u get what I mean) love your work !! take care. 🫶

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 hope this is what you wanted 🫶🏽🩷

you no longer walked on eggshells when sunghoon was around like you did when you first started whatever it is you had — you no longer fought with him about leaving ; in fact you hated when he'd leave or when he said he'd take you out. . . all you wanted was to have him to yourself.

sunghoon didn't see that at first; he thought you were just trying to fuck with him , waiting for him to let his guard down just to leave , so he tried everything to get to you — chaining you up to your bed , leaving you without food; that didn't work , he'd come home to you sitting on the bed , waiting for him.

he even tried bringing another girl home; no he had no intentions of sleeping with her , she was purely there just to see if you squirmed; and when you didn't , instead you cried , he killed her , there was no use for her and of course he couldn't let her go , you being tied to the bed kinda threw her off and he didn't want her to call the cops — even then you didn't do anything , not a flinch or anything.

he didn't even console you as you cried thinking he was tired of you — he still didn't fully believe it , he believed this was all an act , that was until you wrapped your arms around him , begging for him to never leave him , that you needed him; that you wouldn't be able to go on without him… that's when he knew he had you.

“you'd die without me?” he said , you sniffled, nodding your head. “stop all that whining , i killed her you saw it.” he said. “i was never gonna sleep with her.” your eyes were red, tears streaming down your face — it was fucking turning him on. “pl-please don't do that again.” you said. “you've acted like a bitch this entire time , why should i listen to you.”

“you know how much trouble you put me through? how many people died because of you?” he grabbed both your hands. “things won't change that easily because you suddenly love me , you still need to be punished.” he dragged you back to the room , throwing you the bed. “you want me to believe that you really won't leave?” he said , cuffing both hands , binding you back to the bed. “then shut the fuck up and let me do what i want to you.”

you laid there; no resistance as he pulled your pants down , leaving you in the underwear he bought. “you love me now?” pulling his pants down , freeing his cock from his underwear , it was your first time ever seeing his dick. “y-yeah.” you stuttered , pulling your panties to the side. “look at this wet cunt , no matter if this shit is just an act , this pussy is definitely singing a different tune.”

“i-i do love you.” you cried out. “i-i swear.” he let out a tsk sound. “then show me.” was the last thing he said before stuffing you completely full of his cock. “oh yeah fuck!” he groaned , wasting no time in thrusting into you. “so warm , fuck i waited so long for this.” he gripped your waist , holding your waist in his hands , as he began to pound into you. “hoonie fuck!”

he never heard that nickname came out your mouth , but it only encouraged him to fuck you deeper , and with much more force. “shit , should just use this little pussy until you can't take it anymore.” he hissed. “forget if you cum or not.” he slapped your cunt. “sunghoon.” you screamed pulling at the restraints. “use you as my cum dump.”

you began to tear up again , he was being really mean. “keep crying , show me how sorry you are.” you sobbed out and apology after apology , not even sure what you were apologizing for. “im sorry , im so sorry.” you said in between sobs. “please let me cum , i need to cum , please i love you so much.” he heard enough , plus he was on the brink of cumming himself. “cum , cum now.”

he gave your clit a few slaps as you came , creaming his cock , tightening around him. “fuck I'm gonna fill you up , keep you pregnant with my kids so you'll have no choice to stay.” he didn't really like the idea of child , but if was to get reassurance that you'd stayed with him then so be it. “fuck im gonna cum inside you.”

“please hoonie , please fill me with your cum.” you begged , he gave you a few more thrust, stilling his hips as his cock pumped a load of his cum into you. “fuck , you're mine.” he groaned. “this is my fucking pussy.” his hand coming up to your throat. “you're mine , and a few kids will solidify that.”

“gonna fuck a few brats inside you so you'll be stuck with me forever.”

©LUVYENI

[rekino2114]

Can you do ENA with prompt 14

Cause i feel like moony would bê The one tô put Ena and Reader together that would bê funny

Moony trying to set up you and ena

Pairing:ena x gn reader

"Dude.....just admit it"

"Admit what my dear friend moony?"

"That you like y/n"

"But of course I do, they are one of my dearest companions"

"......no....I mean like like them"

"What are you implying?"

"I mean you love them"

"Love? You mean that i-"

Ena suddenly glitched and turned bright pink with hearts forming in her eyes

"I want to kiss all over their body and give them so many hugs until we fall asleep in each other arms while whispering declaration of our love"

".........yeah......that"

"Well then you would be correct my dear fellow"

"....for real?"

"Indeed, my adoration for them goes beyond simple friendship and into the realm of what you might call love"

".....then why don't you tell them?"

"W-well-"

She started glitching again this time turning into her classic sad form

"T-they'd never want to date someone like meeeeeeee"

She continued sobbing as moony rolled her eyes at the scene

"I'm so howwible and ugly ans stupid, they deserve way bett-"

"Stop whining already, you're pissing me off!"

"I-i-i'm so sowwwwwyyyy"

"I told you to stop whining! I'm sure y/n is into you too"

"Y-you think so?"

"Yeah, they blush whenever they touch your hand or you bump into each other, they are lovesick too.....ok maybe a little less than you"

"Y-you......y-you"

Ena turned into another one of her forms, this time a bright red one with demon horns and fire in her eyes

"Shut up! Stop giving me hope like that!"

"What? Why?"

"Cause if they don't like me and I confess then I'll look like a fucking idiot and y/n wouldn't want to hang out with me EVER AGAIN!"

"That's.......a bit dramatic"

"YOU'RE DRAMATIC!"

"Just chill out firecracker, I'm sure they like you too"

"Why would I listen to you? Now go away before I punch you"

"Alright calm down, I hate when you're angry"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

"Nothing"

The moon floated away from her friend and continued flying away for a while until she spotted you, so she smirked and decided to approach you

"Oh hey moony how's ena?"

"Makes sense you ask about her"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're soooooo in love with her"

"W-what?"

"Dude, you can't go 5 minutes around her without blushing and stuttering, I'm surprised you didn't faint yet"

"Fine, fine, ok I love her, what about it?"

"Just wanted to let you know that she said that you could never date her become she's so horrible and ugly and-"

"What? That couldn't be farther from the truth"

"Oh really?"

"Of course not, she's amazing and so pretty and I love all of her personalities and forms and I couldn't imagine........."

You stopped talking when you noticed that a pair of arms had hugged you from behind

"Uh uh, keep going"

".....you did not just-"

The hug got tighter and you turned around to see ena in her lovesick form

"Y/n my dear, is what you said true?"

".....yes"

"Oh heavens, this is a glorious day, I think you're amazing and beautiful too and I love every single little part of you"

"S-so you mean, you wanna be with me....r-romantically?"

"Of course, what else could this mean? Do you accept?"

"Yeah, I'd love to, I love you too ena"

"Splendid"

Without warning, ena got closer to you and kissed your lips. You reciprocated and the kiss went on for a few seconds

"Ew! Do this in private sickos"

"Speaking of, moony did you just set us up?"

"I must agree, you most likely knew I'd follow you, so you decided to make y/n confess their feelings in front of me"

"I-It's not like I did it for you, I was just tired of seeing you two pine for each other and act all mopey"

"Oh my dear friend, I have no idea how I could possibly thank you for this opportunity"

"Yeah, thanks moony, didn't know you could be this nice"

"I told you I didn't do it to be nice-"

"Oh I know, we should have a group hug"

"Wait what? Heck no-"

"Too late, group hug!"

You and ena wrapped the floating moon in your arms making her unable to do anything but sigh while you and your new girlfriend giggled at her

[c0ffinshit]

Simon (John Q.) SFW AND NSFW Headcanons

a/n: i knew yall would like that so here are so hcs that i had that i can now share with the world

warnings: controversial, mentions of pussy eating, me speaking my truth

SFW:

okay, first off, this man claims to HATE modern music but… he has a soft spot for Fiona Apple

listen, this man is madddd and if he were a woman he would be a mean butch lesbian

he always drives you everywhere

even when you’re like “babe i can drive its fine” he’s like “no, i’ll drive”

he tells people his favorite movie is something film bro-y like fight club, but his favorite movie is something like little shop of horrors or when harry met sally

sorry im projecting

honestly, he is bad about talking about his emotions like homie doesn't have the words for it so he just gets angry

BUT he learns a lot from you about that

actually, you learn a lot from him too

he talks so highly of you, even before dating

like always talks about how he can hardly have a good and controlled day without you

if you two are a long distance away, he'll always call you and talk about your day

but even then, you two will stay on the phone for hours, just talking about whatever and how much you miss each other

always tries to be a sweet boyfriend and make you breakfast

expect he will burn it and the kitchen will be on fire

i will say this: simon is a sensitive boy, esp with people's emotions like if you're sad and crying about something you called 'stupid' he'll still hold you and tell you how not stupid it is

he HATES when you're upset, esp if he can't do anything to help you

he'll just sadly watch you til you feel better

and when you do, he'll get you your favorite blanket and stuffed animals and kiss you like the good bf. HE. IS.

sorry, my daddy issues are on full display *sobs*

definitely doesn't like it when you call him babygirl or pookie

even as a joke

the man doesn't get that

my man has an old soul IM SO FR

like he doesn’t really like modern TV or music

movies… that a different story

HE FUCKING LOVES MOVIES.

especially if it is like a movie musical or high fantasy (like lotr or hobbit)

maybe a comedy but like a comedy from like the '60s that is probably super offensive now

nfsw under the cut

NSFW:

first off, do i agree with the top allegations for simon? kinda.

listen listen, i only say kinda because of the fact that this man has angry ISSUES

like if you are being a brat, this man doesn’t hold back definitely into spanking for this reason

OKAY I HAVE A THING… when you two do it together, he is very… parental (if that makes sense)

like yes he is daddy we know but like he is the type to whisper “this is for your own good” as he spanks you

two words: BODY. WORSHIP.

this man will kiss and touch your body like it's your last day on earth

AUGH AND AND the look he gives you when he’s inside you FUCKKKKKKK

the look is filled with so much love and gratitude for you okay like this needs to be stated at all but like 8 inches

the type of 8 inches that hits against your cervix in the right way

AND ANOTHER THING when you two first get together, his libido is very low

which also means he is very easy to take care of

soooooo if you wanted to just do a blowjob, you hypothetically could

but then, like three or four months into dating, HORN DOG.

you're surpised when he isn't pressing against your while cuddling

but if anything, you’ll be the one getting head, not him

THIS MAN IS PUSSY WHIPPED.

like he will grab your thighs and pull you closer while eating you out he lovesssss hearing your moans when you're under him UGH

dude but like on the rare time like he will bottom, its lowkey kinda…

JOHN Q IS A SWITCH AND I WILL CONTINUE TO SPEAK MY TRUTH

this mfer groans like no tomorrow when he does bottom

soft,,,, begg…ing

like “you’re so good.” and then under his breath its “please keep going.”

also that boy has a praise kink with hints of degradation

am i saying that because i wrote a whole fic about it? yes. fuck yes.

im chewing at the bars of my enclosure

he gets so blushy when you look at him with your fuck-me eyes

COMMUNICATE WITH THAT BOY.

tell him what you want

tell him where you want it

tell him about your fantasies of him

he loves hearing your voice, especially when you talk in a soft and seductive voice

listen, the only reason i kinda don’t agree with the top allegations is because i believe JOHN Q IS A SERVICE TOP.

i've made my point very clear about that throughout this section

[ozzgin]

I love your reader insert stuff!! The yandere yazuka series was vvvv entertaining, I wish I had a big scary gangster to scare away my stalker lol

If you are open to requests, how about Idol!Reader x Yandere!Bodyguard. I love the trope so much, and I'm interested and what you'd do with the idea. No worries if you're not interested tho!

Best wishes

-🌟

I just finished writing it and you've got me punching the air with your prompt. It wasn't really my thing but I'm now sold. Thank you for the trope idea. :’)

Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Reader (I)

Short scenario featuring your bodyguard that takes his duty a little too seriously. Not that you’d mind…

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

TW: violence

(Cover from the manga “A girl and her guard dog”)

"Fantastic show tonight!"

The older man guides you in and closes the door behind him. You smile warmly and seat yourself on the sofa. He quickly follows, although at a terribly uncomfortable proximity. His legs are pressed against yours and he extends an arm behind you, pretending to stretch. You shuffle awkwardly and lock your hands in your lap. You can already tell where this is going.

"With your talent, I'm confident we could triple the number of attendants. We just need a bigger venue." He nods at you and taps your thigh with his other free hand as encouragement. You notice the wedding band digging into his skin. 

"Alas, let us not waste the evening with business talk. I'm sure a stunning lady like you has better things to do." He laughs at his own compliment and ponders for a minute. "In fact, why don't we have dinner together? I know a great restaurant in the area."

You open your mouth to speak, but are distracted by the sudden, mild pressure on your leg. Somehow, his greasy fingers have wandered further up in the time you listened to his shameless offer. You've been in this career for long enough to guess what such proposals entail. If you say no, best case scenario he presses further, calling you a stuck up bitch and reminding you who has the power in this partnership. Worst case scenario, he leaves the room and the calls and invitations to perform will gradually drop. 

Yet your situation is special, benefitting from an additional possibility. A loophole, if you may.

Should you scream? Oh, he always gets so angry when you act scared. It's an immediate trigger. He really has a soft spot for your glistening, frightened eyes. You glance up one final time at the perverted smirk silently disregarding you. If you are to be honest with yourself, you'd very much enjoy seeing it wiped off forever. Why not? You're feeling particularly mean today.

So without hesitation, you release a high pitched yell of help. The door bursts open and the hinges creak. A tall, toned man walks in, and without a word he lunges at the manager, pulling him by the collar of his cheap dress jacket. You hold your cheeks dramatically, and bat your eyelashes at your bodyguard.

"H-he tried to molest me..." you mumble between sobs.

That's all he needs to proceed. Now the real fun begins. You can hear the muffled screams of protest. The bones crack and the flesh bends under his iron fists. Standing before your bodyguard, they all end up looking like ragdolls. Comically limp and weak, folding and breaking with no resistance. It amuses you greatly.

When did it all begin? You can't remember anymore. You were in your early years and this scary looking stranger entered your little backstage room. His explanation was brief and to the point: as your fame increases, so will the threats to your safety. He was appointed as your bodyguard. You couldn't care less, so you just shrugged. 

You've always been on the playful side. Not necessarily rude, just some innocent tease and banter wherever it's well received. Seeing him so quiet and stoic, you couldn't help but try to push his buttons: changing in front of him and requiring his assistance, occasionally asking him to pick you up and carry you because you could no longer walk. Naturally you would've stopped at the first complaint, but that's the strange part: no reaction ever came. He went along with everything. You assumed it's part of the job. Celebrities aren't known for their good manners, so hiring someone that loses their temper easily would be a fast ticket to termination.

Then you had your first encounter with one of the unpleasant fans you've been warned about. You could only stare in terror at your bodyguard's feral, unhinged reaction. The unfortunate fan's face was so disfigured, you wondered if anyone could ever manage to fix it back into shape. The bodyguard was panting and you could see the sweat coating his face and chest. You were rather confident there were many other ways to deal with it and this wasn't on the recommended list. Thus you felt compelled to ask the million dollar question:

"You act like a jealous spouse. Do you have a crush on me or something?"

You kind of regretted your audacity towards a man that had just nearly killed someone. But his features softened instantly and he turned to you, wiping his forehead and straightening his collar. 

"I suppose so. Is that an issue?"

As you stared ahead, processing his unbothered act, you sensed your cheeks feverishly burning. Uh oh. You hadn't anticipated such a nonchalant confession. You thought back to all the times you stood before him, bare and flirty. Was he merely holding back his urges the entire time? Or was he finally paying you back for all the teasing? Then again, his face didn't betray any hint of humor.

"I've never heard you joke before", you decided to test the waters.

"I'm not. Why would I joke about something like this?" He gazed at you incredulously. 

As somber and honest as ever. Well, that would indeed explain why he'd let you get away with the cheeky behavior. The more you considered it, the more entranced you became with the idea of indulging in such a relationship. As a famous idol, you couldn't be seen dating anyone. One rumor of you having a boyfriend and the agency would've had your ass suspended. But no one said anything about messing around with your bodyguard. He has to be with you all the time, so no one would suspect a thing. And you could definitely expand his list of responsibilities. You'd been terribly stressed lately, after all, and an outlet to release your frustrations would be most welcomed. Your bodyguard would never refuse pleasing his beloved.

You chuckled and pulled him towards your dressing room, giddy with excitement. Something about his imposing presence, like a wild animal that had just escaped from the leash, aroused you to no end. You've had your share of crazy fans, but this was the cherry on top. 

"Should we leave?"

You're jolted out of your daydreams by his low, rough voice. Ah, you missed the grand finale. Too bad. The bodyguard approaches you, with the shirt wrinkled and the top buttons popped open under the shuffle of his vicious attack. You can feel the knot forming in your stomach.

"Not yet. You know how I get when you act like this..." You pout and look away. "You need to take care of me first."

He grins at your last statement.

"Of course. Is the sofa okay?"

You nod.

"Then let's get you undressed, miss."

Is this what they call a scary dog privilege? 

[sevsevteen]

Can I request please 🙏 reader just listened to circles or cheers of youth (or literally any of the sad depressing im gonna sob song genre that woozi loooves) and they show up at woozi’s studio an emotional mess and woozi just comforts them

i can't resist this request with MY CURRENT OBSESSION WITH WOOZI 🥹 ...sad music is literally my whole life. with happy burstday just out, woozi's solo destiny is the perfect song for this round !!

-- જ⁀➴°⋆

You weren’t supposed to be here yet - technically. The agreed time to meet and listen to the new Happy Burstday album was still a good hour away. But your schedule ended early, and with the kind of week you had, you found yourself quietly slipping into Woozi's Universe Factory studio. It wasn't the first time you came unannounced anyway, Woozi always kept it open when he knew you’d be coming.

The studio was dimly lit, quiet save for the low hum of the monitors still glowing blue. The monitor was open, screen stacked with demo files and folders - and among them, you noticed one single project labelled:

“DESTINY\_FINAL\_MSTR.wav”

You knew the tracklist by now. You also knew this was Woozi’s solo.

It was the one you were most excited for. Woozi hadn’t let anyone hear it yet. Not even Seungcheol, which said a lot.

He’d just smiled, eyes crinkling in his usual secretive way, and said: “It’s personal.”

Curiosity bubbled up. Not nosy - just... admiring. You respected your precious producer immensely - not just as a leader or fellow member, but as an artist. A quiet genius, one who always listened more than he spoke, always gave before asking for anything in return.

With one final glance toward the hallway to make sure no one was coming, you reached for the headphones, slid them on, and pressed play.

Woozi wasn't here yet anyways.

And that was when the room fell away.

The track started slow. Just his voice and a few chords - raw, like a breath into dawn.

“I didn't believe in fate, because I thought it would only hurt...”

His voice wasn’t polished here. It was personal - laced with hesitation and something aching. The lyrics painted something deeper than love - it felt like fate, like loss and hope threaded into one. A letter never sent. A wish made at the end of a long day.

It wasn’t like the other tracks. It didn’t soar; it floated. Like a whispered memory, or a quiet realization - the kind you have when the world is still and your thoughts are loud.

As the chorus hit, layered vocals and strings building into a vulnerable tune, your eyes stung. A hand flew to your mouth. You didn’t know when you started crying - only that now, you couldn’t stop.

“A lot of sadness and pain must also be destiny, right? I want to believe that it is a shower that will pass quickly.”

By the last chorus, you were full-on bawling - knees pulled up to your chest on woozi's chair, sleeves damp as you tried to wipe away the overwhelming tide of tears.

That’s how Woozi found you.

.

The door clicked open softly.

He froze.

You, curled on his chair with headphones still around your neck, looked up with red-rimmed eyes and a tear-streaked face.

His heart immediately dropped.

His voice was gentler than usual, alarmed but not panicked. “Hey- what happened? Are you hurt?”

He blinked, completely caught off guard.

“I-I’m sorry,” you hiccuped, swiping a sleeve across your cheeks. “I listened to your song. I wasn’t supposed to, but I did and-”

Woozi didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he stepped in quietly and walked over.

“Come here,” he murmured, making a stop beside you. Without hesitation, he gently pulled you into his chest, a hand cradling the back of your head as you melted into the warmth of him.

You fell into him like second nature.

And the both of you sat there like that for a while - your trembling subsiding slowly, the quiet hum of the studio equipment grounding you.

“I didn’t mean to cry.” You whispered, voice muffled in his sweater.

“I think it means more that you did,” Woozi replied. “That’s the biggest compliment I could ever get.”

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered into his chest, voice shaking. “You’re beautiful. How does someone even sing like that?”

You looked up at him, eyes still glistening. “You really sang that from your heart, didn’t you?”

He gave a small smile, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“I don’t know,” he replied softly. “But I think…I wanted someone to hear it like this. Just like this.”

And you did.

The moment held.

Because in that moment, the only thing that mattered was the quiet comfort of being seen, of being heard - and of standing beside the person who made “destiny” feel like something possible, even in a world that rarely slowed down long enough to believe in it.

--

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ along with destiny, i listened to svt's playlist of sad songs (Pinwheel, Habit, & Hug are my babies, go and fight a wall) and had to take a pause while writing this to bawl my eyes out

[johanna-517]

"Special and unique"

(CHAPTER 8)

It was morning, and you felt the light rays of sunlight streaming in through the window. You turned over in the large bed, trying to find a more comfortable sleeping position. You didn't have to go to school today, so you planned to just stay in your room and rest peacefully for the rest of the day.

Even more so after what happened yesterday... It would definitely be best to spend the day in your room today.

As you tossed and turned in bed, you finally noticed something... Toti wasn't there. You always slept with him in your arms, never letting go of him while you slept. So... Why are your arms empty now? Where's your precious teddy bear?

You feel a pang of worry instantly, and you open your eyes quickly, looking beside you in the bed, searching for Toti. But... He's not there.

When you look up, your heart nearly stops at the state of your room.

Everything was... Destroyed.

All the crafts you had made yourself were completely ruined and scattered on the floor, all the drawings you had made over the months that you had on the walls were broken into several small pieces lying on the floor.

And above all... The little photographs you kept of your mother were... Completely destroyed too, broken into tiny pieces.

Instantly, you feel your eyes fill with tears. You can't help but tremble slightly, your mouth open in complete shock as you take in the scene; all your things were ruined, your room was a complete mess, and the precious photos of your mother that you treasured were now shattered.

"Why?..." you mumbled, your voice shaking as you slowly got out of bed, feeling your legs getting weaker and weaker as you walked towards the mess.

Countless tears fall from your eyes, one after another without stopping as your eyes remain open, fixed on the terrible scene.

This... Isn't it true? It can't be, no, no, no...

This can't be happening to you, of course. You don't deserve it, you don't deserve this, it's not fair. Surely this is just a very bad nightmare, right? Yes, it's just that... A nightmare.

Finally, your legs give out and you fall to your knees on the floor, without even blinking, you continue to stare at the scene.

All of the drawings and paper crafts you'd been doing for months, all the creations you'd made with your own hands, everything that gave your room color, was just... Completely destroyed.

'Why?' you ask yourself, over and over again, wondering why this had to happen, why, for you, weren't all the terrible things you've been through enough? Fate... Does it really have to be so cruel to you?

Your hands shake uncontrollably as you pick up the small fragments of your mother's photographs.

"M-mamá... Perdón, lo siento tanto, yo-... No quería que esto pasara, perdón, perdóname"/("M-Mom... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I-... I didn't mean for this to happen, I'm sorry, forgive me.") You begged between sobs, picking up each little piece of the photograph one by one.

Your chest hurt so much, it's been a while since it hurt like this.

You loved your mother, you loved her, and you will love her forever, because she was everything to you. Even if she's gone, she can't leave you completely; you would never allow it. That's why, when you arrived here, you had brought as many photographs of your mother as you could, and that meant so much to you.

Because even if Mom wasn't by your side anymore, having photographs of her nearby made you feel as if she were, as if she were still by your side.

Whenever you felt down, you used to pick up one of your mother's photographs, trying to comfort yourself the way only she could. You wanted to feel that she listened to you, that she always would, that she truly... would never dare leave you alone in this world.

You were quite attached to those photographs, because they held the memory of your precious mother. Your fear of forgetting your mother's face was always eased by the photographs you had of her.

But now... Now these photographs are destroyed, it feels terrible.

This was one of the few things that made you feel better about your mother's impending absence, and now... It's all over.

When you collect all the small fragments of the photographs, you put them in a small box and set it aside.

Your mind goes blank for a moment, as tears continue to fall like waterfalls from your eyes.

But then, you remember... Toti, where is he?

You instantly jump up, walking quickly around the room, looking everywhere for the teddy bear.

It's not on the floor, it's not under the bed, it's not in the closet, it's not in any other piece of furniture. So, where's Toti?

A wave of anxiety fills your chest as you wonder if Toti is also broken like the rest of them.

No, that can't happen. Toti is too important to you. You can't let anything happen to him.

Without hesitation, you quickly leave your room, heading to the room of the person who caused all of this; Damian.

You run through the hallways, stopping in front of Damian's door. Without thinking, you open the door and walk in. Right now, you definitely weren't going to bother knocking.

Your eyes darken with anger as soon as you see Damian standing in the room. He's already awake. Of course he would be. After all, he had to get up really early to go and destroy everything in your room before you even woke up.

You don't say anything, instantly, you pounce on him, grabbing him tightly by the collar of his clothes.

"Tell me right now where you hid my teddy bear!" You yelled, demanding an answer as your eyes remained fixed on his.

"Oh, you're talking about that ugly teddy bear? Well, I don't know... Why would I know," he replied, looking away indifferently.

His indifferent attitude and response only make you boil over with anger even more, and before you can stop yourself, you slap Damian hard across the cheek. Of course, he instantly gets angry and attacks back, hitting you in the abdomen and making you instantly flinch.

It hurts... It definitely hurts, you're absolutely sure that the slap you gave him didn't hurt half as much as the hit he gave you back.

But, before you can say anything else, you look through the open door, outside in the hallway you manage to see Damián's pets, specifically, you manage to see Titus with Toti in his mouth.

Damian... He gave your teddy bear to his pets, as if it were a simple toy?

You freeze in realization, and without even thinking, you quickly run out of the room, ignoring the pain in your body, completely focused solely on saving Toti.

You had to fight with Damian's pets to get your stuffed animal back, you didn't care if they tried to bite or scratch you, it didn't matter as long as you could get Toti back.

Finally, after a struggle, you manage to get Titus to let go of your stuffed animal. You immediately grab Toti and quickly flee back to your room.

Once you reached your room, you walked in and slammed the door shut, letting yourself fall to the floor while keeping a tight grip on your precious stuffed companion.

Toti is fine... He's a little broken, but nothing too serious, luckily you managed to save him in time.

You try to ignore the way your body trembles... You really were that close to losing Toti. Besides, you're still pretty tense from everything that happened before.

Before you can start crying, you stop as soon as you spot something under the bed. You reach over and pick it up, and you realize... It was one of the many photos you had of your mother, but this one was completely untouched.

Your eyes definitely shine with relief, your body relaxing as you hold the photograph of your mother close to your chest. You were completely grateful for this. It seems fate isn't always so cruel to you. This time, not everything was ruined. Toti is fine, and you managed to preserve at least one of those precious photographs in perfect condition.

Probably when Damian destroyed the others this one fell and ended up on the floor, he didn't realize and that way he couldn't destroy that photo too.

Tears stream down your cheeks, but this time... You don't feel sad when you cry. Instead, you feel relieved, because even though Damian tried, he couldn't completely ruin you.

Along with relief, you feel determined, as you now definitely don't plan on letting Damian or anyone else dare try to ruin the things you hold dear. You'll never allow it.

A few days later, you literally begged Alfred for another room, as far away from the others' rooms as possible. Your current room was already somewhat far from the others, but it wasn't enough; you needed more distance, as much as possible.

So, you recently discovered a small room, quite secluded from the rest; you didn't even know this room existed. Perfect, this is just the room you need.

You don't mind the small size, you don't mind if the furniture here looks too old, or the layers of dust on the walls. You want to be here.

Alfred said that this was a room that had always been completely neglected in the mansion, as it was too small and far from the main rooms of the house.

Even though he said this room wouldn't be suitable for you, you didn't back down, not when you were determined to get it. You tried to look as sad as possible to instill pity, telling Alfred that you still felt bad about what Damian did to you, that you just wanted a space to feel safer, and that that place would be this small, remote room.

Luckily for you, Alfred quickly agreed, knowing that what Damian did in your room was completely wrong. And maybe the best thing for you really is to give you another room. So, he helped you, and the two of you started cleaning and organizing the room. Alfred even got some new furniture to put in your new room.

You were very excited, now you had a new room, you loved it, soon you took your things from your old room to bring them to the new one.

However, as you did so... A small idea struck you. So, you left some of the things you didn't need in your old room, making it seem as if it wasn't completely abandoned, as if it were still in use.

Why? Well, it was simple: you wanted Damian and the others (if they even knew which room was yours) to continue thinking that this was still your room. This way, no one would find out where you were, and you could enjoy your new little out-of-the-way room without anyone knowing.

Besides, since everyone seems so indifferent, you're sure they won't notice you've changed rooms anytime soon. They probably won't notice for years, right? You laugh softly to yourself, finally feeling calmer in your new room.

It's small... But it feels right. You like your new space, you feel calm and comfortable here. It doesn't matter that you literally have to walk until you're exhausted just to get to the kitchen, all because this room is actually quite far away, but you love it anyway.

It's been a few years, you were already thirteen years old, during these years everything remained the same from your own perspective. Bruce not having a second for you, Tim calling you a nuisance as soon as you get even an inch closer to him, Dick being the perfect older brother to everyone, but to you, he only has false empty kindness, without showing any real interest in you, Barbara and Cassandra indifferent to you, as always, Stephanie laughing a little whenever she sees you, Jason doesn't talk to you either, in fact, you haven't exchanged a single word with him during this time, and Damian? Well, it's simple, he's still as annoying as ever, repeating over and over again how weak and pathetic you are, however, you have never responded to Damian's comments again, you just nod slightly as if you heard him and as if he was right, you know that fighting is pointless, and you learned your lesson, fighting with him only brings more problems, so you decide not to provoke him.

And of course you know... You know they usually watch movies together every weekend. You know Dick sometimes takes Damian, Tim, and Jason out to eat at a restaurant in the city, or just to hang out. You know Stephanie, Barbara, and Cassandra have "girls' nights" out every now and then, just hanging out happily. You know Bruce also arranges to spend time with them from time to time.

And even more importantly, you know that you have never been and never will be included in their family plans.

You always see them from afar, acting like a real family, where they support each other, and where you don't exist.

But it's okay, you always told yourself that you don't need them, you don't need to be part of their stupid 'happy family', because you already have your own family, your real family, your mother, your aunt and your cousins.

About that, there's something that's been really worrying you. Recently, for a few weeks now, you've simply stopped receiving calls from your aunt and cousins. At first, they used to call you at least once a week, but now... It's been several weeks, and they haven't called you even once.

Why? Did something happen? They're having problems? Or maybe... They've just stopped calling you on purpose? No, of course not. You push that thought away instantly. They're not going to abandon you, they never would, they're your family.

You calmed yourself down, trying to think that your Aunt Lidia was probably just very busy, and your cousins too. They'll call you when they have time. You don't need to worry.

❦: (Here's chapter 8, sorry for the delay. I hope you liked it :D).

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[osohchoso]

Kitten Whiskers

First Time CatDad!Gojo x F!reader

because I can't resist a hot man with a cat

Content: reader works at an animal shelter, no use of y/n, some fluff, sexting, oral (f receiving), fingering, aftercare

CatDad!Gojo who waltzed into the animal shelter 10 minutes before closing time without a care in the world, marching straight up to the desk you were sitting behind and announcing he was here to bring home a furry companion.

CatDad!Gojo who won't take no for an answer when you tell him to come back tomorrow morning, fluttering his long white lashes and sticking out his bottom lip in an adorable pout as he begs. His mouth curling into a satisfied smirk when you finally give into his charms.

CatDad!Gojo who swears he just found his feline twin, a long-haired white kitten with eyes as blue as the sky, one little paw darting out of the cage in an attempt to catch his attention as he passes by.

CatDad!Gojo whose mind is made up the moment you spill the poor little cat’s sob story, all his littermates adopted out, leaving him alone in the shelter. Overlooked by potential families due to his blindness.

CatDad!Gojo who looks a little too cute as his fingers scratch the fluffy chin of his new son, making your heart throb at the sight.

CatDad!Gojo who then proceeds to tell you he doesn't know the first thing about owning a cat after all the adoption paperwork is signed. He listens intently as you explain the basics yet still insists on exchanging numbers in case he needs your help in the future.

CatDad!Gojo who stays up way past midnight texting back and forth as you tell him all about your own pets.

CatDad!Gojo who then asks for a picture of your own kitty, knowing you'll understand that he doesn’t mean a photo of your cat. When you happily oblige, he makes sure to return the favor, snapping a picture of his long fingers wrapped around his girth.

CatDad!Gojo who calls you in a panic the following evening, claiming the cat hasn’t moved all day, requesting you come to his house immediately to check on it. When you arrive, the little white fluffball is curled up in the center of his bed, sound asleep without a single cause for alarm. You begin to suspect that he fabricated the entire situation just to get you to rush over.

CatDad!Gojo who insists you stay a while since you came all this way for nothing, leading you to the couch and finding a movie for the two of you to watch. He offers you a candy from the glass bowl on the coffee table, popping a strawberry-flavored one into his own mouth.

CatDad!Gojo who has his lips pressed to yours in the next second, his hands soft as they caress your warm cheeks and his tongue sweet as it seeks dominance inside your mouth.

CatDad!Gojo who kisses a path down your neck to your collarbone, peppering your skin in gentle love bites that have you gasping for more.

CatDad!Gojo who is now on his knees in front of you, sliding the skirt of your dress up further and further until it’s bunched around your waist. Cock twitching in his pants as his lips press tender pecks to your clothed cunt, tasting the arousal seeping through.

CatDad!Gojo who peers up at you with his glacial blue stare, watching the rise and fall of your breasts as you anticipate his next move. His slender fingers hooking around the band of your underwear and tossing it aside.

CatDad!Gojo who starts with feather-light licks, the tip of his tongue just barely dipping into your heat, not fully giving in until you're begging. Your hips bucking against his face in attempt to take matters into your own hands, pleading him to give you more.

CatDad!Gojo whose tongue is now plunging deep inside as he devours you, deciding he prefers your rich flavor to any other sweet he could have.

CatDad!Gojo who tries to ignore the throbbing underneath his boxers when he hears the way you purr “Satoru”. His tongue circling your sensitive bud as he pumps two long fingers in rapid succession.

CatDad!Gojo who hums when he sucks on your puffy clit, sending vibrations running through your whole body, his fingers curling against the sweet spot and transforming you into a trembling mess.

CatDad!Gojo who didn’t care that you were practically suffocating him as you clench your thighs around his head, nails clawing at the scalp hidden beneath his snow-white hair while you mewl his name, completely lost in pleasure.

CatDad!Gojo who laps up every drop of your release, eyes locked with yours as his tongue swirls around the fingers that were inside you only moments ago.

CatDad!Gojo who is so gentle afterwards, using soft touches to clean you up once you came down from the high. Offering you something to drink and a change of clothes before wrapping a blanket around both of you on the couch.

CatDad!Gojo who is happy as can be, nose nuzzling the crook of your neck as he snakes his arms around you, holding you close to him. A flash of white fur catches his eye as the tiny kitten leaps into your lap, little paws kneading on your thigh before finally settling in for another nap. 

CatDad!Gojo who sneaks another kiss on your cheek, finding it cute how quickly you drifted to sleep in his embrace. Smiling to nobody but himself as he realizes you already have him wrapped around your finger. 

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back to your regularly scheduled Choso later this week😉

[angelyuji]

You're cooking with the yan clark x reader x Yan lois... I especially like soft mommy dom lois and soft daddy dom clark though...

You're their little girl who they spoil and are so gentle with, treated as breakable as a china doll...(you're no army brat trained to fight and hardened by reporting on the front lines like lois or a super-powered alien like clark)...they'll dress you up and spoil you with everything you could want (as long as it's pg - no violent games for their precious girl), they'll make all the hard decisions for you so you never have to worry about difficult things that are too stressful for their baby girl to handle (delulu era fr), all you have to do is be good for them and they'll take care of everything...but if you're bad, then they have to "discipline" you- not physically, no, they don't want to bruise your delicate skin or hurt you- but they're are plenty of ways to teach you a lesson about obeying them without physical abuse 🤭.

And the sex..🫣 stimming and edging you until you're in tears, giving you orgasm after orgasm (clark definitely has no refractory period 😋) until you're bawling; they shush your cries and lick away your tears, their pretty little crybaby; "just one more, sweetie", they say, but they're a liar. They keep going until you pass out, only then do you get a break as they make out over your unconscious body..only to wake up to one of them eating you out. Them feeding you and keeping you hydrated are your only breaks when conscious...even though the hand feeding always turns to passing it to you with their mouths and tongue 🥵

Oops who said that 😳

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omg im actually frothing at the mouth rn

cw // shitty smut at the end, afab!reader, yandere/toxic behavior (manipulation), lowkey bimbofication (can't remember the exact term sorry)

18+!!!!!!!!!!!! minors dni!!!!!!!!!!!

lois and clark basically treating you like a cute little pet that they spoil.... oifhoifhsdofa ifmgfg im actually going to tweak out

constantly spoiling you with gifts, never letting you the leave the house without one/both of them, not letting you work, belitting your intelligence, and just treating you like the dumbest/cutest puppy in the whole world

it's not hard to convince you of any of that either, i mean... it's pulitzer prize winning lois lane telling you that you're too much of a dumbfuck (in nicer terms) to work at the daily planet. if she tells you that you shouldn't work a job that makes your brain work so hard, you shouldn't. and clark is there to support, nodding along like "yeah, she's right, (y/n). you shouldn't work so hard. that's why we're here." constant head pats and treating you like a child. so its not surprising that they've conditioned you into only relying on them.

iosad'ifjspfopsgm' omgggg overstimulating you is their favorite past time. bringing you to the edge and then stopping, bringing you to the edge and then stopping. lois would stop clark and they'd start making out in front of you until you're whining and begging for them to touch you and include you and then they let you cum. fsdjfaoef

lois thrusts her fingers into you at a speed that takes clark by surprise, while clark sucks and bites your breasts. you feel yourself getting closer and closer until she stops. you whine and clark follows, moving back to lois. "wait-please-" you go to grab her hand, but lois shushes you.

clark pulls her into a kiss and you watch as she grinds down on him. you feel tears prick your eyes as your two lovers continue without you. clark pulls lois closer, his lips moving down to her neck. "please, please, please" you sob and clark chuckles.

"please what, sweetheart?" clark and lois keep their eyes on you, grinning when you cry.

"i-i need you please, i'm so-" you reach out to them, begging, but they ignore you.

lois moans as she feels him rub against her, "(y/n), sweetie, you have to use your words."

"please..." the two of them stop moving, listening carefully, "please help me cum." they grin.

"oh sweetheart," clark looks at you, clear adoration in his eyes.

lois kisses you before spreading your legs to give clark space, "all you had to do was ask."

RAHHHHH I WANT THEMMMM

[orphicsun]

Hi! I love all your work sm I just had to say that first 💕💕

I wanted to know if I could request something nsfw with sevika disciplining the reader, sevika is Silcos second hand and the reader messes up a mission or something and silcos sends sevika to correct the behavior🤭🤭

Content: Fingering (R! receiving), edging / slight orgasm denial, Sevika and her trusty cigar (I personally hate smoke but I had to make this accurate), spit kink, dom! Sevika and submissive reader, Sevika is rough with reader but it's all consensual, degradation + praise we love to see it

HII THANK YOU!! Your support means sm to me as a writer<3 This is my first time writing for Sevika which surprises me because I literally love her so much but I hope it's good:) Everyone thank anon for suggesting this

Sevika had you completely nude on her lap, pussy dripping down onto the thigh you were straddling. Three of her fingers were deep inside you, filling you to the brim. The thing was, she just wasn't moving them.

"S-Sev!! Please, just fuck me.." You whine, sounding almost comedically pathetic.

Sevika doesn't budge, though. You can only see the slight tug up-ward at her lips, a slightly cocky smile as she takes a drag off of her cigar to bluster smoke onto your unfortunately tortured face.

"Nuh-uh, baby. Only good girls who do the one thing they were told to do get fucked by me." She only curls her fingers upwards towards you g-spot, teasing you before once again not making a single movement. You practically sob at the sudden jolt of heat that her action sends through you, grasping onto her even more tightly than you already are.

It's pathetic how she so effortlessly has you screaming from just her fingers being inside you. You know you can't cum from that alone, and you can't even move because you know that if you do, you'll have no chance of redemption from her at all. You hate this more than you'd hate regular punishments. Maybe if she had you disciplined like Silco intended, then you wouldn't be so goddamn embarrassing, walls tightening around her fingers, your body involuntarily begging to be given release. Instead, you're tortured in the best way possible. You wish she'd just send you to do some dirty job instead of this.. but you still feel so filled up.

Sevika kills the cigar, putting it out on the table so that she can grip your face tightly in her metallic hand. "You fucked up today," her voice is suddenly more less teasing and more actual scolding because as much as she'd like to just fuck you as a punishment, you won't learn from it. "You could've had us all jeopardized, you know that?"

You wince as her grip tightens and try to nod, to focus on the suddenly serious conversation even with her warm, calloused hands sending slight spasms of pleasure throughout your pussy every time there's a slight movement. "I know, and I promise I won't do it again!" You try to get the rest of your speech out without any unnecessary noises, "Please, Sev.. It was a mistake."

Her eyes soften just slightly, but her grip remains. "Open your mouth. Right now." You oblige so quickly, opening wide and sticking your tongue out because you know what's to come. Sevika spits directly onto your awaiting tongue and you swallow without hesitation. She finally smiles with a the warmth of satisfaction showing through the lines, and you feel so much relief.

Sevika may be harsh with you and intimidating, particularly hot, but she still cared about you. She was worried about you, to put it plainly. She saw you as her girl to take care of, and if Silco was the one disciplining you, it wouldn't be sexy. It'd be actual physical torture. She had to keep you safe from that, and meant making sure you fuck up less. It meant at least trying to get you to listen, even during these intense sessions.

"Good girl. You wanna cum now, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. Please.." Your body is begging to cum, after all the talk and lecture portion of this 'punishment', what you really need is the reward part. Sevika is so gracious, giving you a small smack on the ass with her shimmer-powered arm to get a cute squeak out of you.

"Ride my fingers, baby." And like the good girl that you are, you quickly make sure to grasp onto her shoulders for support grind against her fingers as they pump up into your drenched cunt on their own, curling so perfectly against your walls to make you see stars.

"F-Fuck!! Sev-" You can't even moan out her whole name, your body feeling so much relief all at once and yet not enough, "Fuck, you're fillin' me so nice." You know you should have some dignity and not let yourself scream say such lewd things, not hump her hand like a desperate dog, but you can't help it. She's watching your expressions, listening to your words and you can't disappoint her. You need to cum all over her knuckles.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Her voice, so deep and lovely just sends you right over whatever cliff was in your way of cumming.

"I'm cumming, Sev!!" Your walls clench and squeeze at her fingers as she pounds them knuckle-deep into your hole, causing your thighs to quiver and almost threaten to give out. Still, all you can focus on is the revelry she sends through your entire body which each wave of pleasure. It's almost mind-numbing and all you can think to yourself is, "I am never gonna fuck up another mission again." You'd be sure not to if it meant that Sevika would fuck you like this anytime you wanted to until your orgasm finally left your body, until your cunt that was so greedy for her was finally satisfied.

Maybe that was the point, though. Sevika wasn't stupid. If she withheld from you long enough, you'd eventually break. This was your break. And she was proven to be right, because the next few missions following were smooth sailing, and every time you needed some encouragement, she'd just fuck you senseless until you remembered to be more careful.

[rcmclachlan]

8x15 spec fic (like, how does tommy get involved with the big emergency? but also i just want tommy to have people, too.)

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Once Buckley starts begging for help—"please, please, if there's a-anyone out there, if anyone's listening, I'm... please, they're my family"—over an open channel through deep, heaving sobs that sounded like they're being dragged out of his belly and drawing blood on their way out, Dana figures Kinard's probably already in the air and halfway to where they're holding the rogue scientist at Fort MacArthur. But to her surprise, he's still on the ground, standing apart from everyone currently clustered around Captain Melton's desk. He's aging fifteen years before her very eyes, looking like someone's stuck a pitchfork in his gut and is starting to turn it.

Kinard values privacy more than anything and would be mortified if anyone saw feel a single emotion that wasn't humor, so she looks away.

The entire crew has been glued to the radio for the last twenty minutes as though Orson Welles is the one delivering the dramatic relaying of the 118's impending doom and how it's the only thing keeping them from being charged with domestic terrorism. For the life of her, Dana will never understand how it's always them getting into these situations. There are 106 fire stations in Los Angeles; 105 of them somehow manage to avoid getting caught up in Armageddon on the regular. She's dying to know what their insurance premiums look like.

Movement out of the corner of her eye startles her into looking up again just in time to see a large, tall flash of blue storm out of the hangar and onto the tarmac.

She has to give Kinard credit. He lasted much longer than she'd expected: almost a full minute.

Dana is at least a head shorter than everyone else on the team, so it's easy for her to slip away without being noticed. Although Lucy does, of course, and Dana gently taps her fingers against the small of Lucy's back as she goes, tilting her head a little at Nico, who's standing to Lucy's left.

Lucy has always operated on Dana's wavelength, which makes working with her a genuine pleasure, because Dana never has to waste time with talking, with explaining her reasoning for anything. Lucy just seems to know what Dana needs from her. Nico's convinced they're able to speak telepathically, and sometimes Dana can't argue against the possibility.

Even now, Lucy just inclines her head slightly and disguises it by acting like she's leaning in to hear the radio better. Before Dana leaves the office, she sees Lucy nudge Nico. 

They've been grounded ever since Captain Nash disobeyed the order, and the silence that has befallen the hangar fills Dana with dread as she walks out onto the tarmac, because a quiet base means trouble. A quiet base is death.

By the time she reaches the Bell 505 that Kinard's apparently chosen for whatever he's planning, he's strapped in and about to shut the door, but she slides into the doorway before he can.

Kinard opens his mouth, most likely to tell her that she can't stop him from what he's about to do, which is patently untrue, but she beats him to the punch.

"Are you sure?"

"What do you mean? Of course I'm—"

"I mean are you sure."

She puts a little firmness into her voice, which is hard. She's not soft-spoken by choice. Her vocal cords were already weaker than normal before she joined the LAFD and fighting fires has certainly not helped. 

"It's—" Kinard swallows. "It's him. I have to."

She thinks of the Tommy Kinard from last October, who walked in every shift with a literal bounce in his step and smiled for no reason when he thought no one was watching, and how a different Tommy Kinard started coming to work mid-November. It took him weeks to start eating normally again, to lose the look in his eyes that reminded her of dead trees in standing water, to trust himself enough that he was comfortable being back in the air. 

He'd finally been on the upswing, and everyone on the A-shift had breathed a collective sigh of relief, and then last month it all seemed to come crashing down again. He'd gone home one day smiling and making jokes, and then he was back in Melton's office at the start of his next shift asking to be grounded again. 

"You'll know they'll take your wings for this," Dana says, and he nods. "Is Buckley really worth losing the sky over?" 

Dana had never been a fan of Evan Buckley's even before he took up with Kinard. He was so desperate to be liked by everyone at every scene that it made him impulsive and, quite frankly, annoying. She'd worked with him on two calls and it was like trying to wrangle a very competent puppy. 

When Kinard finally admitted he was seeing the 118's very own walking, talking billboard for Murphy's Law, Dana had been the only one at Harbor who didn't slap him on the back or offer their congratulations. She'd known exactly how it would go, and she didn't relish being right. 

Early on in the new year, she saw Buckley in Vons. He'd been loading an enormous bag of flour into his cart, and although she's certain she didn't make any kind of noise, Buckley had looked up and spotted her. After a moment that felt like a decade of staring, he lifted a hand and attempted a smile that looked painful even from where she'd been standing. She thought about returning the gesture, if only to be the polite lady her mother had desperately tried to raise her to be. Then she thought of how Kinard hadn't so much as glanced at the sky in weeks, and she turned her cart around and walked away. 

Evan Buckley has fought against his own house, the LAFD at large, and seemingly the world for everything he's wanted. The fact he didn't bother fighting for Kinard tells her everything she needs to know. She's certain about Evan Buckley.

"He is." Unfortunately, Kinard is more certain. "I'm sure."

"You will be charged with something none of us will be able to get you out of."

At that, he turns a bewildered smile on her. "Dane, why would you—I'd never expect any of you to try."

Apparently working and defying death together, not to mention countless trivia nights and dinners out, don't make a friendship. It hurts to hear.

"I know you're very attached to your whole lone wolf thing, but you do have people in your corner, Kinard." She holds his gaze and refuses to drop it. He's not going to happily walk into a federal jail cell without hearing what she'd thought was obvious all this time. "You have people who will go to bat for you."

He swallows and jerks his eyes down to his lap, then huffs a wet laugh. "Dane—"

"Which is why Nico's starting a fire in the locker room." 

That gets him to look up. His eyes are wide and red-rimmed. "He's what?"

"Or setting off the sticks of dynamite he keeps in his glove compartment. Whatever he comes up with. Aiding and abetting domestic terrorism necessitates a distraction." She lets a reassuring smile sneak out. "You've got one."

Kinard's lip trembles a little as he stares at her with something like awe, like he's been given a gift he never once expected, but she watches him visibly bite it all back in favor of reaching for the skills and fearlessness that have helped make a name for him at AirOps. She steps out of the doorway and backs up as he turns on the Bell. The explosion of air tries to ruin her hair, but the snood she put her hair into this morning holds firm. 

Through the tint in the windshield, she can see him lift a hand at her. She doesn't hesitate to lift one right back. 

When he's at least 500 feet in the air, she goes to the other Bell and gets on the radio, tuning it for the right frequency. When she lands on the same channel the call had originally come from, she patches in. 

"Firefighter Buckley, please be advised: help is on the way. Keep an eye on the skies." She thumbs off the speaker and watches as Captain Melton comes storming out of his office. As he gets closer, she clicks back in. "And let me be clear, Buckley: if you fuck things up with him again, your very talented medics at the 118 won't be able to fix what I'll do to you."

Satisfied, she places the radio back into its charging port and slides out of the Bell, then heads in the direction of the hangar. It's been quite some time since she's been in the kind of trouble that ends with being put on leave, which she most certainly will be once her voice is identified.

As Captain Melton approaches, she thinks of all the shows clogging up her Hulu queue that she'll finally be able to get to, and smiles.

[vhygoxo]

Twilight New Age

After inheriting her grandparents house in the Quileute reservation, La Push, Y/N moves to her home rez. Hoping to start a new life she is soon involved with what she thought were just old legends.

Paul Lahote x Reader

Romance | Fantasy | Drama | Angst | 18+

CHAPTER 4

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Kim stood in front of y/n shivering and shaking. Soaked wet from the rain it couldn’t hide her stream of tears. Grabbing onto Kim's shoulders y/n felt panicked. Kim looked up at her with pleading eyes. She ushered her quickly inside without another word.

“What happened?” She asked as Kim tried to calm herself down. Y/n rushed to grab the nearest towel. A clean dish rag that Kim grabbed from y/n to dry her hair. Her sobs slowly began to fade as she recollected her self.

“I’m sorry for coming here out of the blue. I just—I didn’t know where else to go” she sighed as she continued drying her hair. Y/n couldn’t help but pity her cousin looking at the state of her. “That’s okay I’m just glad you thought of me. Now what happened?” She asked as Kim finally gave in reluctantly.

“…Well I got into a fight—“

“A fight with who? Jared?” Y/n scanned her closely for any signs of violence. Already feeling anger rising within her. Kim shook her head profusely as she pressed her hands into y/n shoulders.

“Not him! No Jared would never. It’s my sister Jaz”

Jasmine was Kim's older sister by two years. She was a beautiful woman with thick hair and lashes. Out of them two she looked like their mom the most. One of the reserves most beautiful women, her only flaws, being her bluntness and attitude.

The two had a sort of sour relationship, growing up everyone compared the two, jaz being known as the ‘pretty one’ out of them two. It always bothered Kim over the years. She had a younger brother as well but he was 6 years younger. Still living with their parents at home.

“She kicked me out” Kim sighed as she continued to try and dry herself. “We got into a big argument about the place” she explained with a deep sigh. The two had been living together since Kim was 18. Jaz was 20 when they decided to get their own place. A few apartments on the rez were available so they took their chance.

It was a modest two bedroom apartment. Life was good for both all until jaz got with her latest boyfriend. Now the two are having a kid which made the tensions about space rise. Kim already didn’t like her brother in law so a child with him didn't sit with her well.

“I got after her man for barely helping. I can't stand him sitting there on the couch like a bum! Especially when he makes a mess and doesn't clean it up. Or else makes my sister clean it which pisses me off the most” Kim got herself riled up in anger thinking back on it.

“Everyday same thing! Ugh I just can’t if Jared treated me like that I’d rather die— not actually but still” y/n couldn’t help but just sit in silence. Knowing she needed to just talk about it all. “What upsets me is when my sister gets after me, she rather get mad at me, than just deal with her man” Kim scoffed as she was rubbing her hair aggressively with the towel.

“Anyways she basically told me to get out. She’s been saying for weeks now I should just move out. Her and the baby need my space, which I get, but I mean I paid for that place also! I worked hard to make that my home. It just doesn’t feel fair for me to get kicked out like this”

A moment of silence washed over as Kim sat in defeat. Y/n wasn’t quite sure what she should say or do. Looking at Kim with a hand on her shoulder she sighed. Doing what she felt best she listened to her woes.

“No it doesn’t seem fair” y/n agreed as Kim reached to hold her hand. Giving a soft reassuring smile to her. As time passed y/n felt an underlying energy coming from her. Looking at Kim with her big pleading eyes it just confirmed it.

“So I really don't want to go back to my mom’s just to admit defeat. You know the whole reason why we moved together was because of my mom. She always doubted me especially out of us two. If I go back now I'll never hear the end of it”

Y/n thought for a moment as she could feel the burning question. “I was just wondering… do you think I can stay with you for a bit? I'll go back eventually I just want jaz to cool down for a minute. We need some space for a moment. I'll help with anything, bills, cooking, cleaning, you name it”

Y/n didn't have to think it over much. She actually felt a sudden rush of relief flood over her hearing the question. After the strange experiences she had been having so far. Another person in the house would do her good. For the both of them actually. She rushed Kim into a tight hug which surprised her.

“Yes of course you know I have more than enough space for you here. Besides even if you didn't ask I would've at this point” y/n teased but Kim could sense the true underlying issue. Which was the fear y/n had being here alone.

“Really? Is it that bad living here alone?”

“No! No not really. It's just… I'm a single woman living in a big house. Legit in the middle of a big forest it can get a bit scary”

Kim giggled amused by y/n's reaction. “Thought you could handle it here?” She teased as y/n just shook her head. “Well don't worry I'll be here to protect you now” Kim assured as y/n couldnt help but smile.

Y/n helped her to a hot shower and a change of clothes in the meantime. While she was in there y/n made up a room for Kim. Luckily there was only one other bed besides y/n's that Kim could claim.

Kim called Jared to help her go get her stuff from her sisters. At least a few things like clothes and essentials. “It’s either now or never, if I don’t go now it’ll all be on Facebook, the Rez buy and sell page tomorrow morning” Kim said . Y/n knew she wasn’t even joking either. Jared pulled up not long after the phone call.

“Alright well wish me luck. I hope she didn't lock me out again” Kim cringed as she left out the door. No way Jasmine was that spiteful, y/n thought, until she remembered how she truly was. Disillusioned by how long she hasn't seen her.

Thinking it'd take a while for them to get back y/n decided to cook. Something simple for when they got back. Opting on a simple soup and oven bannock. It felt good to know she'd have Kim with her for now. And that she could cook without fear of left overs.

After seeing Renesmee the other night in her room, she really didn't feel like being alone in the house, whether she was real or just part of her dream. It was unsettling to say the least for y/n.

Kim would be here to help and distract her. Tap her into reality and get her out of her mindset. Y/n was used to being around others until recently. Y/n considered this one of the most isolating moments in her life.

Gazing out the kitchen window she looked at the treeline. Wondering what was lurking in the vast area. She wasn't used to how dark it could get especially with the trees. They casted shades of black almost darker than night.

Something was watching her in the trees. Every night she could sense it strongly. Pacing back and forth over and over. But she just couldn't put a finger on to what or who it could be. All of it points to the mystery of Renesmee.

Suddenly Jared's truck pulled up fast down the driveway. His loud pipes announcing his arrival as usual. Snapping her attention away she grimaced. Y/n hurridly went to the front door to unlock it for the two.

Kim came back with a few packed laundry baskets and bags. Jared hauling in everything in basically one trip somehow. Kim came with a disgruntled look on her face. “Oh hey you guys were quick—“ y/n greeted before getting cut off by a frustrated Kim.

“At least I know I made the right decision. Jared almost fought him” y/n knew she meant Jasmine's boyfriend. Jared just had a smug look as he nodded his head agreeing. “Totally could've messed him up. Easily. But then jaz threatened to put a no contact order between us and them” Jared said placing the last of her bags down.

“Jesus that bad?” Y/n questioned as Kim sighed deeply. “It's just Jaz being dramatic as usual, even more so, now that she's knocked and full of hormones” she scoffed annoyed.

“Yeah babe I'm not sure if it's the hormones” Jared said as he walked up to hug her. Kim looked upset as she sighed, y/n wondered what would happen between Kim and her sister. Would they continue to argue like this until who knows when?

“Ugh I don't know but I just know I can't be there anymore. It's too much for me to deal with on the daily. I'll take my losses money wise. I'm just glad to be out of there”

“… So I take we’re gonna be roomies for a while?” Y/n smiled happily as Kim returned the same bright smile. Both ran into a hug squealing with sudden excitement. “Hey that’s until she finally agrees to come live with me. Which won’t be long” Jared butt in with a sly smile.

“Shut up you’ll be even lucky if I decide to shack up with you” Kim jabbed back as she held onto y/n still. Y/n could see how jealous Jared was being but it made her laugh. “I win” y/n couldn’t help but push the limit.

Jared grumbled as he grabbed Kim by the waist. Pulling her to her newly set up room “cmon I’ll help you unpack” He huffed. Kim had a wicked smile looking back at y/n. Before the couple left to Kim's new room. Although it was quick and rushed she was glad for Kim's presence.

She'd hope the nightmares and vivid dreams would stop. Now with her cousin here anyways. They bothered y/n too much now she couldn't even ignore them at this point. Maybe with Kim here things would change.

The night slowed down after dinner and sending Jared home. Kim promised Jared wouldn't be here all the time, but at this point, y/n hoped he'd be here more often. At least she'd have a true protector around to keep them safe. Not that she'd admit it to Kim herself.

Looking outside her bedroom window, before closing the curtains, she could see a shadow dip back into the treeline. Confirming her suspicions on something watching her. Could it be the same wolf from before? Maybe there was a den or something close near.

‘A wolf?’ y/n repeated the thought. Why would her first assumption be the gray wolf? She'd only seen it once, it wasn't as if the shadow was the one, it could've been any wild animal.

Wolves immediately made her think of her grandfather. How he left her in the dream as one. For all she knows it's her grandfather watching over her, protecting his family, like he always has.

Feeling exhausted she actually relaxed in bed. It helped knowing someone else was here other than just her. A great comfort actually as y/n curled into bed. No longer afraid of the small noises of the house.

A few days passed by as Kim and y/n figured out their new life together. Y/n was so glad to have Kim by her side, as was Kim, who was enjoying her new found freedom. They made the house feel warm and inviting.

Barely a week and they already had a routine together. Not to mention y/n had hardly dreamt crazily since her arrival. It all felt so peaceful and calm these few days. The two sat in the living room relaxing comfortably.

“So Em was saying she wanted us to come over one of these days. Maybe this Saturday if you’re down?”

“Really? Yeah of course, I haven’t seen her house yet, so you’d have to show me when we go” y/n answered Kim as she smiled. A short pause came between them as Kim's mind stirred.

“I didn’t even get to ask what you thought of the bonfire” Kim had a sly look on her face as y/n braced herself. “I got too caught up with me and my sister’s drama I forgot to even ask. What do you think of the guys? Hope they didn't bother you too much. I couldn’t really tell”

“No they didn't bother me they were actually quite fun. Embry was nice to talk to” y/n blushed slightly thinking back to him. Kim noticed as she still wore the same smirk.

“Oh I'm sure he was super nice” wiggling her eyebrows at y/n making her shake her head. “Y’know I don't mean it that way” she pressed against Kim's teasing. Kim shrugged as she continued on.

“Well let's just say the guys were totally into you. And that one in particular has been asking about you nonstop since” Kim tried to hide her excitement. Y/n glanced over curious on who, but feigning ignorance, she looked away. Secretly she hoped it was Embry who was curious.

“Hm I'm not suprised” y/n shrugged in an effort to hide her interest. Kim rolled her eyes in disbelief. “OK Miss know it all. Just thought it'd make you happy considering this is why you moved back”

Y/n whipped her head back at her in mutual disbelief. “I didn't move back for men or anything like that! You know it” she argued. It was true it wasn’t the sole reason for her return.

“Well you said you wanted to make new friends! You're one of my only single friends at the moment. What harm can come from me introducing you to some good guys? They're all mostly single. I haven’t been a matchmaker in so long!”

“—True but I mean what are you telling these guys? That I'm just willing and down for anything?”

“No! No of course not I didn't say anything like that to them. Not much at all just that I have my cousin I wanted to bring around. I figure you're gonna come across them at some point. Better I have some control instead of leaving it to chance”

Y/n sat in silence for a moment. Kim sat slightly anxious of her reaction. Y/n just didn't want to seem desperate for anything especially a man. Letting the mood pass over Kim changed the subject.

“But I'm assuming you had a lot of fun? Sorry about it being cut short though. Sort of why Emily wants to invite us this weekend. To make up for it somehow”

“Yeah it was fun… But I felt like I couldn't see Jacob that much. Or Renesmee really” as soon as y/n finished her statement Kim's face fell. She stared at her serious which made y/n feel unsettled.

“Renesmee? How do you know her?” Kim sat up and grabbed y/n's hand making her sense desperation. “Wasn't that your first time meeting her the other night? She just moved back how could you even know her” Kim questioned making y/n raise an eyebrow.

“What's up with you? I didn't realize you knew so much about this girl. I thought I told you about her? Remember? When I first came back I met her and Jacob at the diner” Kim sat in utter silence as she looked down into the couch. Deep in thought as her mind stirred.

“Did she say much to you? Anything weird?” All these questions made y/n feel even more on edge about Renesmee. The crazy dreams didn't help much but make y/n feel even more crazy.

“No she didn't— what's the big problem?”

“Oh!… Well —there's no problem—”

“Well from the way you're eyeing me up and down not to mention questioning me pretty hard, I think something is up, so just tell me what's so bad about her” y/n said frustrated. Kim sighed deeply before she put a hand on her head.

“Look it’s… I… I won't say much… but all you need to know is to stay away from that girl. Okay? She's more than just strange. So don’t be poking around where you shouldn't”

Kim's tone and attitude seemed so serious, y/n couldn't help but take her as such, not wanting to pry anymore she left the topic alone. Something in her gut told her to just ignore it all as usual.

“I won't poke around I swear. It's just…” y/n felt the urge right then and there to confess everything, from the crazy dreams to the moment she had with Renesmee, but she hesitated.

“Just what?” Kim questioned leaning in close. Looking into her eyes y/n felt she should just keep her mouth shut. She already had her sister and who knows what else to deal with. It’s not like there’d be much to say besides “you’re crazy”.

She offered a reassuring smile “nothing” y/n answered. Kim just nodded and continued watching TV. But really she could sense something underlying and brewing in her cousin.

The next day Emily wanted the two of them to come over. She was cooking a big dinner mostly since Sam has a day off work. ‘Everyone’ was apparently stopping by so the two were getting ready.

Y/n stood fixing her hair in the bathroom facing the mirror. Kim strolled by but backed up once she saw her. “You almost ready? Jared's coming in like 10 minutes” y/n sighed as she finished her hair.

“Ok— Wait why is he picking us up? No offence but I have my own car Y’know? Why can’t we just drive over together?”

Kim didn't answer quickly enough which raised suspicion. “…it doesn't matter but just saying it's a free ride…” she shrugged walking away. Y/n sighed once more as she decided to just go with them.

Jared sat waiting in the truck as the two girls jumped in. “You girls ready? We’re a bit early some of the guys will be running late. Sam also” Kim just shook her head and laughed slightly.

“I bet Emily isn’t too happy about that”

Jared just laughed and nodded his head agreeing. Pulling the truck into gear as they all headed to Emily’s. Y/n sat staring out the window watching the trees pass.

Arriving y/n was impressed by the house and how it looked. It was a quaint, beautiful home, with so much foliage covering the front. It looked so camouflaged with the surrounding area. She could see bodies moving around inside.

“Hey guys glad you made it! It’s almost done but come on in and relax in the meantime” Emily stood waiting at the front door. Coming inside it was cozy, smaller than she thought, but decorated nicely. Family pictures and art hung on the walls. The aroma of good food filled the air.

“Thanks for inviting me your place is really nice” y/n said as she scanned the place. “Awe thanks that’s sweet of you. But no problem I’m glad you guys came. Really good eats are going down soon here. I just gotta check on it” Emily smiled as she walked towards the oven. Jared sat down at the table along with the girls.

“Hey so where’s uh…” Jared asked nodding towards Emily. Who just rolled her eyes as she pulled out the steaming hot roast chicken. “They’re all on their way. Leah and Seth are in the back” As soon as they were mentioned they came through the back door.

“Oh hey it's y/n! Good to see you finally made it!” Seth said with a cheerful disposition. Leah strolled behind smiling slightly at her. “I didn’t really get a chance to talk to you at the bonfire. Considering how Paul was just hovering—“ Seth was cut off by Jared nudging him.

“Hey how have you been?” Leah asked before y/n could even question the comment about Paul. All of them gathered in the living room while Emily finished with dinner. Y/n picked a spot on the couch to sit down.

“Uh I've been good, you?”

“Same” she answered nonchalantly as she sat down by Seth. “Heard you got yourself a new roommate” Leah said making Kim look over and give a cheeky smile.

“Yeah I have Kim staying with me for a bit or maybe forever” She said garnering a scoff from Jared. Annoyed at y/n’s confidence over the fact. Y/n sat with a smug satisfied look.

“Who knows however long jaz is going to be mad at me” Kim shrugged her shoulders rolling her eyes. “Which could be forever. ‘S why I keep saying you should just move in with me” Jared argued as he wrapped his arms around Kim lovingly.

“Must be fun in an all girl's house” Seth said with a certain shine in his eyes. “Could I come over?” he leaned in towards y/n but was pushed in the chest by Leah. Obviously disgusted by his behaviour.

“Settle down you can't just invite yourself over when you want to Seth. Leave the girls alone” her eyes said it all. Seth just laughed and covered his chest like it was nothing. “You can if you want to” y/n answered innocently surprising everyone. Not thinking much since he was much younger than her. Y/n thought Seth was adorable and kind like a little brother so far.

Kim just nudged her and leaned in “hey what are you doing?” She asked in a hushed tone. Y/n just wanted to be welcoming not seeing what Kim could. For y/n the more the merrier, she wanted friends here, and Seth seemed to be the most interested.

“I don't mean come by whenever whenever. But I just mean if you ever want to come just message. Kim and I are usually home”

“You don't know what door you've just opened!” She whisper yelled at her. Seth's eyes lit up as he just air punched out of excitement. “Really? Yes!” He exclaimed as Kim sighed deeply shaking her head. “I gotta tell Brady and Thomas” he insisted as Jared laughed loudly.

Groaning in agony Kim just leaned into y/n. “just when I thought I'd just found my peace and sanctuary” Seth had a certain look on his face. “Ha! Good luck getting that guy out or away from y/n” Jared teased Kim who only groaned more. Y/n felt her face flush warm from the sudden comment. Making her realize Seth’s poor attempt at flirting.

“Dinners ready guys. Y/n, Kim, Leah you guys sit with me at the table” Emily ordered as she spread the food out buffet style. Roast chicken, mashed potatoes, roasted squash, gravy, and even for dessert a strawberry rhubarb pie.

“Jesus Emily I didn’t realize you could cook this well” y/n stood back amazed at her skills. Noticing she even went as far as plating each dish nicely. “It’s Emily’s cooking of course she’s gonna chef it up” Jared insisted as he scooped dollops of mashed potatoes.

Getting their plates for dinner they had just sat down. The women sat at the dinner table the two guys sat in the living room. Y/n's heartbeat began to steadily rise, she could sense something, it felt so familiar. She pressed a hand to her chest as an attempt to soothe the issue.

Kim noticed as she looked over at y/n. Rubbing her chest in small circles as she picked at her plate. From the back door footsteps and voices could be heard. Looking over to see Sam step in first. Immediately heading to where Emily was kissing her on the head. Behind came Embry and Paul who were both laughing loudly.

It stunned y/n to hear both of their laughter, although she already knew them as nice, it broke their tough exterior. Soon as they realized y/n was there they both looked more stunned than her. Paul's face completely fell into a stern look. While Embry smiled at her happily.

“Oh hey y/n what a surpise! Good to see you so soon” Embry said as he made his way to the kitchen. Smirking as he brushed past grazing her chair slightly. Y/n and Paul locked eyes with each other “Hey” he said as she responded in a quieter voice “hey”.

Paul turned into the kitchen as y/n felt her heart beating rapidly. Emily and Sam sat with a satisfied look on their faces. Y/n hoped she would see him. She wondered if he would stay and visit or not.

Once he got his plate, he sat in what seemed to be the farthest seating placement there, hurridly devouring his food. Embry sat near him as everyone continued to eat. Quil wasn’t able to make it since he was with Claire. She had been sick the past week so he was busy with her. She wished he was here his presence eased her nerves.

Sitting there eating y/n couldn't ignore his presence. She could sense the intense energy rolling off not only Paul but the rest of the room. Looking up at everyone else they continued to eat like nothing.

Y/n could feel eyes burning right into her, she couldn't tell if it was either Embry, or Paul. Picking at her plate the thought of being watched affected her appetite. She wouldn’t be so nervous if she knew what this feeling was.

As soon as Paul finished he got up abruptly to put his dish away. Heading outside in a rushed manner. “Sam” he said glancing only once at him. Y/n could see the look in his eyes as the door shut harshly behind him. Making her jump up startled at the sound.

With a deep sigh Sam got up and placed his dish in the sink. “I'll be right back” he said with a reassuring smile. Y/n wondered what was up with Paul. But from everyone else's reaction it seemed no different.

“How about we play a few games? I have cards and dice we can use” Emily suggested making the group excited. “Let's play ten thousand hm?” She said as she pulled the dice out. “Alright I'll be taking bets” Embry rubbed his hands together as he pulled up a chair.

Everyone gathered at the kitchen table eager to play. Y/n's mind kept going back to Paul. What were him and Sam talking about? She'd hope her presence wasn't the issue for him. Why was she so over conscious of him?

The game barely started when Paul and Sam came back. Paul's look softened as he and Sam joined the table for a game. Considering how small and cozy Emily's was everyone was shoulder to shoulder.

Y/n sat between Kim and Leah, Embry sat to the left of Leah, Paul came towards the four of them. Looking down at Embry he just nodded and made space for him in between them. Only Leah separated the distance between y/n and Paul.

“Count me in” Paul said making Sam want to join in as well. Y/n glanced over to him, they looked at one another, briefly before he broke eye contact. Y/n sat back in her seat and just tried to focus on the game.

A few rounds were played before everyone warmed up. Conversations were flowing nicely among them. The guys were starting to get competitive after everyone got on the board. Jared was one of the last to get on the board.

Paul had racked up quite a few points, over three thousand in three rolls, all until Leah stole it from him which pissed him off. Time came for y/n to roll the dice and try to steal it also. Nervous she shook the dice with everyone watching intently.

Landing three hundred she cheered out of joy. Ooh’s and aah’s came out of everyone except Paul and Leah. “Okay Kim you better not lose the streak” Y/n said as she passed the dice. “See if we can make it a big win” Leah urged as Kim gulped nervously.

Shaking the dice everyone leaned in watching the them roll. With no points on any of the dice Kim sighed heavily. “Yes!” Y/n sat up in her seat excited to win, she laughed as she raised her arms in the air, everyone else looked at her in awe. Especially Paul who sat with his mouth agape in surprise.

“Wow y/n you’re at six thousand eight hundred now. Only a few more thousand for you to win” Emily said as she kept track of the points. “Alright if you guys keep it up I’ll win by the next two rounds” y/n teased making everyone else laugh or groan.

From then on it was intense all of them wanted to win. Each time the dice would hit something, like bumping their arms, or fall off the edge, Seth would shout out “interference!” As if it was an actual rule in the game.

Once more Paul won big, fifteen hundred in total, when the dice eventually passed to y/n Paul laughed. “Don’t go trying to steal my win again” he joked making her look at him.

She stayed quiet but had a smile on her face as she shook the dice. Letting them fly she only had two dice to try and win. Both landed and they were both fifty. Paul just threw his head back and groaned slightly.

“Your win?” She smirked as Emily jotted down her points. Paul shook his head in disbelief and amazement, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms. He had such a toothy grin which shocked everyone else.

“Damn Paul you’re usually a sore loser” Embry said as he raised an eyebrow. Paul’s smile instantly fell as he turned to look at him. “It’s just a game” he stated trying to shrug it off. But from everyone's reaction y/n could tell Paul usually reacts different.

“Just a game. Yeah right” Embry mocked Paul which made everyone nervous. Y/n watched Paul's nostrils flare, his shoulders tense up, it seemed everyone held their breath besides her. Letting out a slow inhale through his nose he just smiled slightly.

Y/n stifled a laugh making Paul and Embry turn to her. “It won’t be just a game when I win” she stated. Paul’s face softened once he gazed upon her. The game continuing once the next took his roll.

After a few rolls where almost everyone, except for Jared and Seth, gained little to no points. “It seems we ran out of luck” Leah joked since her roll she had no new points. Kim was getting more frustrated with each roll.

Eventually the game was won by Jared who was bragging immensely. “Teach you to doubt me” he kept repeating to everyone. Going up and beating his chest in front of each of the guys.

“Don't fuck around” he joked as embry just scowled and pushed him away “I need a bathroom break” Seth sighed as he got up from his chair defeated.

“Yeah let's take a short break” Emily suggested as the rest got up from the table. “I need a cigarette” Leah stood up grabbing a pack from her bra unapologetically. Stuffing it back once she pulled out one.

“Same” Jared stood up to join her “gotta celebrate my win somehow” he cheerily teased with a toothy grin. Embry and Seth fought over who could use the bathroom first. The rest just relaxed in their seats awaiting for the next round.

It was an awkward group of people in the moment. Y/n sat with Kim, Emily, Sam, and Paul, as they all looked at one another. Trying to see who would speak up first after everyone extroverted left.

Paul seemed like he was holding his breath, with his shoulders tense, y/n looked up at him. The two smiled slightly after their friendly competition. Paul opened his mouth to speak but was taken over by Emily. “I haven’t played this game in so long. How fun was that?” Y/n and Kim nodded in agreement as Paul sank back into his chair.

“Great game guys” Sam said but it only fuelled the awkward tension in the room. Paul didn’t say a word as he abruptly left to join the others. Everyone else fell quiet as Sam sighed deeply. “Guess we’ll change up the game?” Kim tried to joke as y/n gave a nervous smile.

After a few minutes Leah and Paul both came in but headed for the front door. “Sorry Em I gotta head out.” Paul said by the table. Emily sat up like she was wanting to argue against him.

Sam looked over at her with a soft but serious look in his eyes. Y/n noticed as she watched Emily calmly take a deep breath. A smile taking place of the complacent frown she wore. “Make sure you come back for movie night then” Emily asked as he nodded.

“Me too I gotta go with him. See ya” Leah insisted as she grabbed her leather jacket. Y/n was disappointed to see Paul leave so fast again. She wondered if he was truly busy or if something was bothering him.

Scanning his face she could see the two weren't lying. Paul looked back to see if Leah was following, meeting eyes with y/n briefly, he smiled and headed out the door. Everyone bidding them goodnight.

Emily invited y/n to their movie night on the weekend. This one would be a horror film that's yet to be decided. Jared eventually took the girls home once they were done visiting with everyone.

“Well that was boring” Kim sighed as she sinked into the car door. “I thought it was fun” y/n insisted from the back seat. “I mean I ain’t gonna lie that was pretty boring. Compared to what we usually do. But it’s hard when we’re constantly on call” Jared explained as he drove them home.

Kim said she’d plan for next time since it was a tame night. But y/n was just happy to have seen Paul weirdly enough. Everything else that happened was just extra. Next plan was going to “be a surprise” as Kim explained.

Y/n sat on the couch staring outside watching the rain pour down. It had been a few days since they were at Emily's. Kim was gone for the day with Jared, which was strange for y/n, she hadn't been alone since Kim came to stay. Now she was right back to the feeling of isolation and unease.

She didn't think she could become so codependent on Kim. But it seemed when she was around the dreams stopped. The weird energy around her stopped as well. Like a ball of protection was wrapped around her. Now as she sat here she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched over.

There was nothing in the treeline, she would know, since she had been watching for the past hour now. She felt like a pet waiting for its owner to come back. A pathetic feeling she wished to get rid of. But her eyes were glued to watching any movement and action in the trees.

Breaking out of it to look at the time it was barely one in the afternoon. There was still a whole day to kill by herself until Kim arrived. Quil had been busy with Claire as of late and already she knew he was busy. Emily's house was always over taken by the guys and the thought of seeing Paul made her nervous.

Although it'd wouldn’t be the worst to see them. But there was a curiosity of hers that she wishes was answered. All of the guys including Quil work security. Y/n wasn’t quite sure on what their roles and responsibilities were. All that she was given was vague answers about what they did.

She knew their jobs kept them busy and they hardly had any breaks. From what she saw they all looked like they could handle it all. With no signs of fatigue they were an overly active bunch. Thinking back to when she was at the beach with them. Her question was what they truly did to be so busy.

Deciding to get up and do something she worked on her latest painting. Fixing her focus to something productive instead of spiralling. Putting in a few hours before working up an appetite. She didn't feel like cooking in all honesty. Opting to go into town for a solo date with herself.

Driving down the wet roads as rain came shimmering down. It wasn’t extremely bad out to be travelling. She knew she didn't wanna be cooped up in her house alone. Anything else than being too alone with her thoughts would be a better option.

Wanting to go eat alone she headed to one of Forks few restaurants. Feeling comfortable to be seen alone there than the diner. Sitting alone at the Rez diner would have everyone gossiping faster than wildfire. She sat down, ordered her food, and pulled out her book to pass time.

The bustling atmosphere of people made her at ease. Hoping to run into someone familiar or new. Once her food came life was instantly better. Kim said she'd be home soon so all she had to do was enjoy herself and eat.

Although the food was delicious she had a familiar feeling in her gut. It felt like tv static, a fuzzy almost itchy feeling, it made her hairs on her body rise. Looking at the clock she still had time to kill.

Even though her stomach was feeling off she still debated having dessert. Considering she had no choice but to take her time. Flipping through to the back at the menu. Deciding on what to order she closed the menu only to see a smiling Renesmee. “Hi” her sweet voice spoke out startling y/n half to death.

“Renesmee?” She choked out as the girl laughed. “Caught you by suprise again?” She asked as y/n nodded with a furrowed brow. Renesmee hardly ever made noise, she didn't even sense her presence, despite how close she was. It made y/n feel unsettled immediately and the static feeling over take.

“I seen you across the road as I was walking. Figure I come say hi while you’re here… eating” Renesmee smiled innocently. “Ah how nice of you. Are you uh— hungry? I can order something if you'd like. Take my menu” y/n offered trying to be considerate. It felt she had to somehow appease her each time they met. Renesmee only shook her head slightly disagreeing.

“I have something better waiting for me. Don't worry” she assured but to y/n her sweet demeanour came off as sickly. It felt like the air turned sour the moment she sat down y/n thought. Like a strong scented perfume that stifles the air.

“Where are you headed after this? Home I bet” Renesmee stated as if she knew matter of fact. Y/n hesitated to answer so she lied instead. “No no I have still have a few errands to run. What are you up to?” Y/n realized how nervous she sounded. The slight shake in her own voice seemed to appeal to the girl.

Renesmee sat smiling for a moment as she slowly leaned in. Eyes trailing down her neck to her chest. Making y/n's heart beat quicken steadily with dread. “I'm just out and about seeing if I can find new friends. Then I seen you sitting here. We haven't spoken much since I last seen you”

“Yeah well I've been busy I'm sure you're busy with school and what not”

“Sure. How's that book of yours? Learn something new?” Renesmee looked her dead in the eye. Y/n felt trapped staring into her golden brown eyes. She gulped nervously unintentionally, making the corners of Renesmee's mouth curl up, y/n felt her self go into defense mode.

Thinking back to what she learned in the books, about huge shape shifting wolves, and weird vampires. All the information she read and remembered. “On second thought let me look at the menu. I'm eager for something sweet” Renesmee's hand reached for it.

As their hands brushed against one another flashes of red filled y/n's vision. Visions of blood dripping into water glimmering. Sharp teeth peering out of both red stained lips and snarling animals. Y/n pulled her hand back as Renesmee sat with her lips still curled up. Cold beads of sweat dripping down y/n’s face and neck.

“Good evening girls” a voice boomed from the side of them making them turn their heads. Billy Black was rolling up to the table with a stern but fierce look in his eyes. Y/n didn't realize how long she was holding her breath until he came. Sucking life back into her she sat up. The air no longer stifling and sour.

The expression on Renesmee's face fell flat as she looked at him. Taken by surprise she hung her head low. Y/n could see the serious and stern look in Billy's eyes. “Billy” the girl said as she straightened her posture.

“Good to see you sir” y/n replied as he somewhat smiled and nodded at her. Y/n felt utter relief with him near for some reason. “Y/n, how's your grandma doing?” He politely asked continuing to stare down Renesmee. She slowly curled into herself with what looked like shame.

“She's doing great”

“That's good” After he replied a moment of brief silence fell over them. “Renesmee, what are you doing out so late? You should be at home with Jacob” he said as she lifted her head to look up at him. Y/n sat with her heart beat pounding.

“I'm having dinner with my friend here. I'll come back in—” Renesmee tried to dismiss him until Billy cut her off. “Did you want me to give you a ride home? Or should I call Jacob to come get you” holding his ground Renesmee didn't take long to break.

“A-Alright” she said standing up to go with him. Billy sat with a satisfied look as he waited for her to leave first. Looking back at y/n with a soft reassuring smile. Y/n watched Renesmee leave with what seemed like guilt and regret.

“I gotta get this girl home. I’m sure her parents are looking for her also. You and your grandmother take care now” Billy nodded his hat at y/n. Rolling past he slipped his hand over the table. Leaving behind a fifty dollar bill to cover her order. Before she could even say thank you the two left out the door into the parking lot.

Y/n fell back into her seat feeling breathless. This town seemed so strange from what she remembered of it. The longer she stayed the longer she felt it was weirder here. Instantly grabbing her phone to text Kim and make sure she was back. For some reason she felt the urge to cry but stifled it.

Driving home it was getting to be evening now. The rain was coming down heavier than it was earlier. But nothing she couldn't handle. Using music to calm her down from the situation earlier. Why must she come across Renesmee each time she left the house?

Getting back home y/n was greeted by Kim upon arrival. “Hey! Where were you I texted you a long time ago you didn't answer?” She insisted as y/n realized she hadn't checked her phone since she left. “Sorry I was driving. What's up?” Y/n asked as suddenly Emily strolled down the stairs nonchalantly.

“Emily?” She questioned as Emily smiled wide. “Y/n! What a nice place you have. I didn't mean to barge in but Kim invited me over” Emily said as Kim nodded her head. Coming in for a hug the two embraced tightly. Comforting her exactly how she needed she gripped Emily harder than she meant to. Emily stifled a laugh before y/n let go. “Good to see you” y/n smiled trying to brush it off.

“She wanted to come see the place and I figured you wouldn't mind” She smiled slightly nervous. “Yeah of course I don't mind. Welcome Emily. I uh just wish I checked my phone earlier. I just came from town I could've brought something back” y/n offered. Trying to make Emily feel comfortable in the house.

“I made dinner already me and her ate. Did you eat? I saved you some” Kim asked making y/n flash back to the intense energy named Renesmee. She paused before agreeing, dropping her purse abruptly onto the chair, Emily and Kim jumped back with their eyebrows up.

“Yeah I just came from town. Had a quick bite to uh.. to eat” y/n gripped the chair as she leaned against it. Thinking of Renesmees empty smile. Emily and Kim both looked at one another before continuing. Noticing something was bothering y/n.

“Come sit” Kim guided y/n and Emily to the couches. Hoping to pry out what was the matter with y/n. Y/n sighed deeply as she sunk back into the couch. Seeing the two comfortable Kim sat and awaited for the right time to pry.

“So how have you been? Busy?” Emily asked y/n eagerly with a smile. Y/n shrugged her shoulders as Emily came over with hot cups of tea. “Somewhat now that this girl is here” Y/n teased Kim who sat faintly blushing.

“Well~” Emily trailed on as she sipped on her cup of tea. Awaiting for y/n's curiosity to kick in. “Yes?” She asked as Emily and Kim looked at one another with glee.

“You know how I work down at the school right? The principal is trying to invest in traditional art for the school. She wants a mural out on the basketball court. It's on the highschools side and they're looking for an artist…”

“Oh really? That's great they're investing in art—”

“I ended up giving them your name and now they want your phone number”

“Uh—wait what? Really?”

“I showed them your website and pages also so they're very eager to hire you. My boss wants an answer by this Monday” Emily excitedly finished clasping her hands together under her chin. Kim copied her as the two sat with pleading eyes.

Y/n sat amazed at the thought of Emily doing this. In all honesty y/n was worried about her money. Moving costed her a pretty penny. And she wasn't sure when she'd get a commission again.

“Awe I appreciate it Emily. Really. If you can give me a number I'll get in contact”

Emily squealed with excitement as she clasped her hands together. Kim just looked at her with a smug face. “There your plan finally worked” Kim teased her.

“What plan” Y/n asked as the two just shook their heads. “It's just— Working at the school I don't get to see much of my friends. I got my co-workers, they’re all cool, but it'd be nice to be around someone familiar y'know?” Emily explained glancing over to Kim.

“I appreciate it Em you surprised me. But I'm excited I haven't done a mural in about 2 years. This will be fun” y/n said with full honesty. If she got this job it'd benefit her immensely. Money had been tight with moving and other expenses.

“Ugh I'm so happy! Kim said you'd say yes but I was so nervous to ask” Emily sighed with relief shoulders relaxing. It wasn't surprising to y/n that she was seen as intimidating. It was sweet of Emily to think of her this way.

“Should we carpool?”

“I would but I have my own car. I don’t think you’ll be able to fit all of my supplies anyways, unless you wanna risk it, I might get paint in your car” Y/n explained. “Oh god no! Please no Sam just bought me this car I can't get paint in it at all” Emily desperately sighed.

Kim sat for a moment gazing at y/n which she noticed. “Are you sure you're okay? You seem off” Kim sat with her head tilted slightly. Y/n was stiff until she exhaled what she didn't realize she was holding in.

“I was feeling stressed earlier… Just about the basic struggles y'know? I dunno...” y/n sat leaning against the couch head in her hand. Emily and Kim frowned seeing her distress. Snapping out of it she sat up smiling softly.

“But I'm feeling way better with you guys here” in all honesty she was glad to have company. She wanted to speak about Renesmee, about her dreams, but she hesitated. Moving on to lighter conversation since Emily was visiting.

By the next week y/n was hired, after getting vetted by the school, all went smoothly. Until she was asked to get the opinions from students. Meaning having to go to each class and ask what they want on the walls.

Admittedly she probably wouldn't have taken the job if she knew before hand. Having to go and ask moody teens who don't even want to be bothered. Not exactly what she had in mind but a jobs a job.

Although it was a bit awkward at first towards the end she got familiar with everyone. Considering she'll be here for a good month hopefully less. By the last class she felt ready to start designing.

One girl sat at the back of the class, like most rez kids she dressed in all back, a baggy hoodie and sweatpants. Her hood was over her head. She sat scribbling on her pad while glancing back outside constantly. As if she were waiting or watching out for something.

She took notice but moved on eventually. The girl felt familiar in a sense to y/n. Or at least intriguing maybe she was an artist as well.

As the week passed y/n found herself outside majority of the day. She had access to the cafeteria and teachers lounge thankfully. She never went to school here so it gave her insight on what it was like.

The girl with the hoodie kept coming by her on her breaks. Everytime she'd just come stand a distance away, simply watching y/n worked, everytime y/n called out to her she'd leave. She figured she was shy like the rest of the rez kids.

Y/n stood on a ladder painting when the bell rang signaling the end of the day. The kids flooding out the building in packs to leave. Y/n figured she'd stay until the teachers left before leaving also. As she looked around in the distance she could see the familiar girl.

At this point even when she wore a hood she could spot her. She stood by the far treeline obviously nervous. Stopping to watch y/n felt her body go into a cold sweat. Despite the cold air nipping at her in the breeze.

The hairs on her neck stood and she recognized the familiar feeling almost instantly. Sure enough out from the trees like a vision Renesmee strolled out. Approaching the young girl in the hood, she wrapped an arm around her, before the two walked deep into the trees.

Y/n was practically shaking with what seemed like worry. Since when did Renesmee befriend rez girls? Why would she even be here especially at this hour. Y/n leaned forward trying to see where they went when she felt her ladder shift.

“What are you doing?!”

Someone grabbed the end of her ladder as a voice boomed out. She jumped startled quickly gripping the sides of the ladder. Looking down to see a bewildered Paul holding her ladder steady.

“Jesus you scared me!” Y/n clutched her chest as she caught her breath. Feeling relieved to see it was just him. He shook his head as he looked upset at her. “You mean you scared me. Seriously what the hell are you doing way up there? You could've fell over just now” he scolded sternly as she climbed down.

“Well sorry but I'm just doing my job” y/n pointed up to the wall which only had sketches of the design so far. Only a few spots were painted as Paul gazed upon it. “What job?” He asked curious as he continued to stare at the design.

“Oh! Um well I've been paid to paint murals on the walls here. Apparently the school needs more art so here I am” she said a bit nervous realizing she was with Paul. He stood with his arms crossed showing off his muscles. She couldn't help but notice his veins popping out also.

“Wait what are you doing here? Just got out of class?” She teased him actually making him smile. He shook his head “Nah I just came to pick up my idiot brothers” he nodded his head behind him towards his truck. Two heads sat low in the back of the seat before peering out at her.

“Guess they can't ride the bus until they smarten up. Then I seen you here teetering off your ladder” he teased making her flush pink. “You could've really hurt yourself y’know?” She could sense the concern in his voice which surprised her.

“I know I’ll be careful in the future. Thanks for the help—”

“Y/n?”

Leah chimed in suddenly coming out the doors. Paul groaned and mumbled low under his breath “Great she's here”. Emily followed behind her coming to greet them also. Which Paul met with another groan before clasping his hand on his face.

“Oh hey guys!” y/n piped up as Emily smiled and Leah rolled her eyes at Paul. “Hey so I wanted to show Leah what you were working on” Y/n happily pointed with her arms to the wall. “Yeah that and my stupid brothers got into a fight again” Leah looked over y/n’s shoulders to the truck. Turning around to see Seth and another boy waving from the back seat.

“But it looks nice so far” Leah offered up as the three of them stared up confused. “Its not even close to done yet, I’m busy just mapping out everything, I’ll be here for a good month anyways with how long it’ll take” y/n laughed as they all relaxed.

“Yep so I’ll have y/n close by me for now” Emily reached her arms around y/n who hugged back. Emily looked up at Paul who just silently nodded. Y/n noticed as Paul looked back at her. Two loud truck honks broke the moment as Leah and Paul both sighed. “Fucken guys” Paul grunted as he shook his head.

“Great work but we gotta go before these shit asses take off on us” Leah said. “Yeah but I’m sure it’ll turn out amazing” Paul said as Leah patted y/n’s back. The two bidding their leave as they headed to the truck.

Emily turned towards y/n “So are you free tomorrow? It’s Friday after all so we’re planning to hang at my place. Wanna come?” She invited y/n who was more than happy at the offer. “Sure just let me know if I should bring anything” this made Emily scoff and laugh. “Y’know you don’t have to do that by now. Just bring yourself—unless you wanna invite someone the more the merrier” Y/n shook her head with a smile.

Y/n and her headed inside to get the rest of their things to leave. She thought back to seeing Renesmee with the girl in the hood. How Renesmee even turned back at her, it seemed like she knew y/n was watching, it made her wonder why she’d even be here. Shrugging it off she continued on like usual.

The b*tch is back with the long awaited chapter 4 😭 no excuses for how long it’s been omg. But here we are back at it. To explain I’ve rewritten the half of this chapter about 3-4 times. And the plot line changed around that much also once I added a few ideas. I’ve been more focused on world building with this chapter. To get a good sense of the environment and the setting so far. Hope everyone enjoys and tunes in for the next chapters. Lots more to come 🤍🙌

[wildflowerhuggy]

Bleed // LN4

| pairing: lando norris x reader

| summary: based on the song Bleed by The Kid Laroi, i suggest listening to it while reading

| warnings: angst, followed by comfort

| authors note: was listening to this song today and kept imaging Lando for some reason

The rain outside seemed to be a mirror of the storm occurring in both your mind and chest. You were sat, curled up into a little ball, at the edge of the bed, the room in complete silence other than your soft sobs and the rain hitting your window.

Lando had never meant to hurt you, he didn't and you knew that, but that didn't mean it wasn't happening. Lately, it felt as though you were slipping through the cracks of his chaotic life like sand slipping through your fingers at the beach. Missed texts, cancelled plans, hurried goodbyes—it was all building up and you had reached the point where you could no longer hold it in.

Yesterday you had a fight, well, more like you had just finally broken down in front of him. Showing him all of the emotions you had been bottling up for weeks.

"I can't keep doing this, Lando! You're always so far away, not just physically but emotionally too! I know you're career is demanding, I understand but..." you paused trying to catch your breath, "am I even a priority anymore?"

He had tried to explain, reassure you that you were a priority, that he loved you more than anything in life, but the words fell flat. And now he wasn't here, leaving, saying he needed to get some space and clear his head.

Now here you were, staring at your phone, waiting for some sign of life. The bed you shared feeling unbearably large and empty without him in it. You turned around, staring at where your pillows lay and where you and Lando would typically be found cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to each other, only to be met with a haunting feeling that he may never return. His absence is what hurt you the most, his scent lingering in the room, a cruel reminder of the love you were desperate to hold on to and the ghost of his presence surrounding your senses.

A choked sob worked its way up your throat, and you buried your head into your hands, the weight of it all sitting heavy on your chest. You loved Lando with everything you had, but it began feeling like you were fighting a losing battle—one where you were the only one fighting.

It had been over 24 hours since he left at this point, and you couldn't stop your brain from imagining the worst. Was he somewhere else? Talking to someone who made him feel more than you ever could? Had his heart mended easily, going back to who he was before you, while you were sat in your shared bed, bleeding for his love? The poisonous thoughts were consuming your entire being.

You sniffled, pulling your legs tighter to your chest. You wanted to hate him for leaving, for making you feel this way, you really did, but you simply couldn't. The love you had for him was too strong, and all you wanted was for him to come back and hold you in his arms.

Just as you were about to give up on him coming back tonight, you heard the sound of the front door unlocking, the sharp click of the deadbolt disturbing the otherwise silent apartment. You felt your heart leap into your throat as you heard the soft sound of Lando's footsteps approaching your bedroom.

"Baby?" Lando's voice broke through the darkness, soft and cautious.

You didn't respond, too afraid your voice would betray you and give way to your inner turmoil. But as the bedroom door was slowly pushed open, his figure silhouetted by the hallway light, you felt a whole new wave of tears begin.

He looked wrecked, his hair damp and hoodie clinging to his frame from the rain. There was a defeated slump in his shoulders and his eyes were rimmed red and bloodshot. He stepped further into the room, eyes frantically finding yours.

"I'm sorry—fuck I'm so sorry," his voice cracked with unshed tears, "I shouldn't have left like that. I—oh God, I’ve been such an idiot."

You shook your head, wiping at your cheeks with the sleeve of your sweater, "You don't get to just walk away like that Lando. I needed you and I was worried sick."

"I know," he said quickly, words tumbling out. "I know I let you down. I've been thinking about it the whole time I was gone. I've been letting you down for weeks, months, even. And you're right, I haven't been here for you the way I should've been."

He ran a hand through his curls, a nervous tick of his, exhaling shakily, "I love you. More than anything. And I know I've been absolute shit at showing it, but I need you to know that. I can't lose you, I never want to lose you."

You stared at him, emotions at war inside of you. His words were what you needed to hear, but they couldn't erase the hurt that he caused.

"Do you mean it?" you asked quietly, your voice trembling, "Because I don't know if I can keep doing this if things don't change. So you better mean it, Lando."

His expression softened, and he stepped closer to kneel in front of you, "I mean it," he reached for you hands to hold in his, "I'll do whatever it takes to make this right and prove that you are a priority. No more missed calls or texts, no more cancelled plans or rushed goodbyes. I'm here. With you. Always."

You searched his face, looking to see if you could spot any insincerity in his words, but all you could see was raw, heartfelt emotion. His much larger hands squeezed yours in comfort, grounding you.

"Okay," you whispered, voice cracking with the emotion you still held, "But if you ever leave me like that again Lando Norris..."

"I won't," he interrupts firmly, as if the mere idea pains him, "Never again, I swear."

For the first time in days, you felt hope. Lando quickly pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against him, as if he was afraid that if he didn't squeeze you tight enough you would slip away. You clung to him just as tightly though, the storm that was brewing inside of you beginning to quiet.

Lando's hold on you remained steady as the rain continued to fall, whispering more apologies and promises to be better into your hair as you snuggled in bed. He vowed to be the partner you deserved, someone worthy of you, and you believed him for the first time in a long time.

[rafesbabygirlx]

Oh it Hurts?

Masterlist

Rafe x Reader

Warnings: smut, overstimulation mean taunting Rafe

You're a blabbering mess beneath Rafe, barely able to keep yourself together as he ravages you. His grip on your hips is brutal, like he could snap you in half if he wanted to. Your head is buried in the pillows, and the friction is making your face burn with embarrassment and pleasure.

Your pussy is raw, your clit is swollen and sensitive, “I love the way you look right now." Rafe growls in your ear. He’s been fucking you for hours, trying to set some sort of record for how many times I can make you come.

"Rafe, please," you whimper, your cheeks flushed bright red as tears stream down your face. This is the fifth orgasm he's trying to get out of you, and you're not sure how much more you can take.

But Rafe doesn't care. He slaps your ass, hard, and laughs in your face. "Please what, slut?" he sneers. "You love this, you love being stretched out and filled up by my cock."

He keeps pounding into you, his thrusts rough and brutal. You're gasping for air, your mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure and pain.

"You're lucky you have someone like me to make you feel this way," Rafe rasps, his breath hot on your neck. "You're lucky I made you my girl, what would you do without my cock stuffing you like this?"

"Ra- oh god," you manage to gasp out, your body trembling with the effort of holding back your orgasm.

Rafe yanks your hair, hard, pulling you up and wraps his hand around your throat. "Use your words, baby," he growls, his fingers digging into your skin. "I can't understand you."

"It's too much," you choke out, your voice barely audible from his grip around your throat. "I can't take it anymore."

But Rafe isn't listening. He reaches down and starts rubbing your clit at a frantic pace, his fingers rough and unrelenting. "You can and you will," he snarls, his eyes blazing with intensity. "You want to walk around in those shorts like a little slut, don't you? Then you better want to be fucked like a good little slut."

He lets go of your throat but not the pace on your clit. Not being able to hold yourself up on your own your body falls forward back onto the bed as an orgasm crashes over you, your mind blanking out in a rush of pleasure and pain. You're not sure how much more you can take, but Rafe doesn't seem to care. He keeps going, his cock pounding into you like a jackhammer, until you're a sobbing, gasping, begging mess beneath him.

And still, he doesn't stop. He keeps fucking into you, his eyes burning with a fierce, unrelenting passion, until you're raw and exhausted and completely at his mercy.

Rafe thrusts one final time before releasing inside you. Exhausted, you collapse onto the bed. Seeing your flushed face, Rafe pulls out and holds you close, his touch surprisingly tender. He kisses you softly, contrasting his previous roughness.

As you lie in his arms, you feel a sense of contentment. Rafe is capable of both extremes - demanding lover and tender partner.

You're not sure if this is love or abuse, but you know one thing for sure: you're addicted to the way Rafe makes you feel. And you'll do anything to get more.