#and the time they did spend together he used just to vent about his problems (understandable)

[six-eyed-samurai]

Silly reasons the Tokyo Rev Boys have dialed you for based off…actual reasons…people have called me for…

🌸Takemitchy calls you for conversation, which suddenly turns to school and "WAIT DON'T WE HAVE A TEST TOMORROW?". Obviously the both of you panic and whip out your books, meaning to study together via phone call but also simultaneously realize you've forgotten the topic...and which class it was for. The rest of the call is just sitting in panicked silence, punctuated with the occasional "We're so screwed."

🌸It’s canon Izana plays guitar! Do you ever think he writes his own songs as well? Maybe, and that's why he calls you in the middle of the night to tell you about it, wanna hear it, oh am I bothering you, it's fine you don't have to listen now (and you'll say “I SAID I'D LISTEN TO IT AND I WILL KUROKAWA NOW SING.”), any suggestions for improvements? And then somehow it spirals into the both of you doing your utmost best to be off key, off tune and completely ruin the song with as many voice cracks as possible.

🌸Chifuyu, bless his heart, calls you out of the blue with no prior warning, at an inconvenient time and scares you enough for a heart attack, but he doesn't realize it, too intent on forcing you to watch the latest anime trailer for the both of your favourite manga with him after you say you can't load the video. He’s downright scandalized, and in his defense he did text you about what he was going to do - only you hadn’t understood he meant call as in call now. I mean, at least the both of you got a kick out of it as he shares his screen, so win-win?

🌸I think Inupi would call you for no particular reason other than to be in your company. You both don't say much but somehow the call spirals to a three hour dial. Whenever one of you gets up you'll flip the camera to show the other where you’re going or what you’re doing. Inupi likes to think it’s like the both of you are having lunch together, doing that jigsaw puzzle together, doing the dishes together…it’s alright if you spend two thirds of the time in silence, your company is enough for him.

🌸Koko calls you for a venting session! He rants about the idiots he’s encountered, his worries, the gang, money problems, boasts on how much he’s made today, stuff he’s bought you, anything really. He knows he could’ve just texted you about it but it’s a lot more personal for him if you pick up and reply back talking, but occasionally he does feel bad he keeps calling you - although you assure him you love it! You do, really, because in turn you get to vent about whatever’s on your mind and Koko always has the best reactions (damn if that girl hasn’t been an absolute bxxch, nooo, she did what now?). He’s like a gal pal and a boyfriend combined.

🌸You’re the one to call Baji, actually, because it’s the only way to get him to study with you if you’re not free to go to his place. You put up with his complaining and force him to answer a bunch of quizzes. The study session goes great for the first half….then somehow you both get sidetracked when Baji says he’s bored and leaves to make yakisoba. You make him take the phone with him and it could’ve been romantic, both of you making noodles from your ends of the line! But no, Baji ends up getting distracted flirting with you and overcooks it into a mushy mess that has you gagging and hanging up on him.

🌸Ran and you call for normal-people reasons like chatting or studying, but more often than not Ran’s childish nature has him more interested in playing with the phone call’s filters (if let’s say you’re using apps like Instagram) and making you pose with him before screenshotting - by the way, you’re the one doing that, because Ran has TERRIBLE timing when it comes to taking photos. If there’s those filters that let you draw on your screen self, oh man does Ran love doodling moustaches, beards, cat ears, the whole gig. If you don’t call him handsome he gets pouty and threatens to hang up or leak that ugly screenshot of you when the phone froze from lag.

🌸With no apology to your ears, Sanzu will call you at 3 a.m. in the morning to either a) make the most terrifying/fart noises known to mankind or b) bombard you with meaningless philosophical questions that made you get out of bed and actually Google them. Of course he doesn’t do this all the time, mostly when he’s high as a kite. Yet you KNOW for a fact he’s sober that night when he suddenly dialed your number and when you picked up, dead silent until the most unholiest rendition of your favorite song is being sung (read: screamed) out. You yelp and hang up, but not before you hear him cackling.

🌸He’s the sort to honestly forget to call you but when he does Mikey makes the call drag on for hours because he has his ways of making you not hang up, but the times he DOES remember to call you is after you tell him no, you can’t eat twenty five dorayaki in one go, I’m not paying for that. He’ll be feeling petty and when he gets his hands on dorayaki he calls you for no other reason than to chew it as loudly as possible next to the microphone so you get the Mikey Premium Dessert ASMR. If you hang up he’s sending voice recordings.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Snow Angel

Jacaerys' Version

I'll angel in the snow until I'm worthy but if it kills me, I tried.

Gwyane's Version ❄ Daemon's Version ❄ Aegon's Version ❄ Aemond's Version ❄ Jacaerys' Version ❄ Cregan's Version ❄ Criston's Version

Jacaerys Velaryon x Targaryen!Reader | 800< | cw: fem!reader, targcest, reader is aemond's twin, angst, violence, blood, war, death, typos, etc.

A/N: renee rapp my beloved. jacaerys and aemond's version go hand in hand

You remember talking about running away with Jace when you were kids. You told him about your plans to pack your dresses, flee on your dragon, and live off lemon cakes. You cried when he laughed at you and swore never to speak to him again.

But then he did what he did best and cast your worries away. He panicked, unintending to cause you sadness, then made a fool of himself until he got you to smile. And when you did, he promised to himself never to make you cry again.

"Why do you want to run away anyway?" Jacaerys asks after you were calmer, finding a place beside you on the grass on which you sat.

You wipe your nose on your sleeve and give him a look, "is it really not obvious?"

He grows a bit nervous. He internally denies it's because he's made you cry.

"You like teasing Aemond," you turn to your shoes, "Aemond likes teasing me-"

"He does?"

You turn back to him.

"Then I will fight him for it."

"But that's the problem Jace!" you feel your lips quiver, "it's all so horrid. I don't like how you fight," you pull on the grass, "I don't like how he fights me. I don't like fighting."

For a moment, Jacaerys feels guilty. He regrets arguing with Aemond... but then again, he deserved it.

"I don't understand," you speak quietly, "we're twins. I am his half and he is mine. We shared the same womb and yet he acts like we share nothing in common..." your voice becomes shaky, "why does he dislike me so?"

Gods, he so deserved it.

You muse to him about other things your wretched twin brother has done to you, and this becomes your ritual. Every time you are together, you vent to him, and he listens. But one day, his family leaves King's Landing and, again, he does the thing he's promised he'd never do: he made you cry.

He writes to you every week after leaving. He tells you how much he misses you. He tells you how much he misses your laugh, your bad jests, even your dolls, and how Vermax was lonely without your dragon to fly with.

And so one day, in your reply, you ask to fly with him in secret. You ask to meetup somewhere no one would think to look for either of you, then you spend the day enjoying each other's company. None would know about your whereabouts but each other.

But then your family fractured, there was them and there was you, and you found each other opposite sides. One day, you simply could not take it, so you wrote to him: meet me in our secret place.

In truth, you did not expect him to show, but when he did, you were relieved to see him... until he opened his mouth.

"What do you want from me, Aunt?" Jacaerys spoke.

You knit your brows, "what?"

"Have you come to surrender? To pledge yourself to the one true Queen?"

You shake your head in disbelief of what you were hearing. You walk towards him, "Jace, I-"

"She will accept you," he says, "she will accept all of you. You need just bend the-"

"Run away with me," you press your hand to his chest.

He stares at you, nostrils flaring, line forming between his brows.

You rapidly shake your head, "you know that's all I've ever wanted. To be done and rid of this bother."

Jacaerys takes your hand and whispers your name, "you know it is not that simple."

"We can make it simple. Let us ride off and-"

"You have a duty to your family, as do I."

"And what of the duty to our hearts?" you clutch his hand. His jaw clenches. You mutter, "there is no greater duty than fulfilling that of what's borne from love."

He does not respond to you. Your eyes search his. Your grip tightens. He releases you. Soon he's breaking his promise all over again. Tears spill over as you pull away from him, "am I not worthy enough of even this?"

He calls your name as you step back. Before he can speak, his attention is taken by the sky and the loud sound of flapping dragon wings. It was unmistakably Vhagar.

You are unable to keep him from riding off and facing the gargantuan. You look up and watch your brother unleash his fury upon him. You knew better than to get in the way, but you would not have Jacaerys killed when you were the one who called him here in the first place.

You get on your mount and do your best to catch Aemond's attention. You scream and shout but to no avail, not until your dragon knocks into the tail of your twin's.

You did not expect him to be so angry. You did not expect him to attack you. You could do nothing as you watched your dragon choke in the maw of your brother's ride. The sound of your own screams deafen you, and so you hear not the sound of him screaming out your name.

And as you descend from the height, Jacaerys is mortified. He commands Vermax to catch you, and he tries his best, but even his best was not enough to save you from your end.

[hersaga]

No One Noticed

♥︎ Jung Wooyoung x F!Reader

“Come on, don’t leave me, it can’t be that easy, babe.”

♥︎ Synopsis: You were the first to notice how Wooyoung truly felt about himself. Once you did, he appreciated you so much more. You automatically became the emotional outlet he genuinely needed. To you, that meant you had to be prepared for any and everything. The night, Wooyoung came to your home in a panic you were glad you had prepared yourself.

♥︎ Genre: Fluff, Angst

♥︎ Warnings: Mentions of self-harm, depression

♥︎Divider credits to @kodaswrld

Hi guys, this will be my first offical story. I've been writing for a long time, but I've always been too scared to post. I just now finally got the confidence to share my work. I hope everyone enjoys reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for the support, and feel free to like and follow!!!!

When you first met Wooyoung, it was like the world had stopped. He was so sweet and so funny, he brought the absolute most joy to your life. You guys met through a mutual friend, Kang Yeosang. He was dying for the two of you to meet because he felt as if you were the same. You liked some of the same things, same places, so it wasn't so shocking that you clicked.

After a few months, you guys were starting to spend so much time together. When someone saw you, they automatically saw Wooyoung too. You guys were attached at the hip and everyone could see it. Even Yeosang felt as if he was being pushed aside, but he was glad it was easy for you to get along.

Maybe a year or so goes by and that's when you see something different in Wooyoung. You didn't know how to explain it at the time, but it was as if he had changed. He was still the happy Wooyoung you knew and loved but you could see the evident darkness in his eyes. They gave away so much it wasn't that hard to notice. You wanted to question if Yeosang knew about him having any kind of serious feelings. But going back and forth with yourself, you decided not to. They had been friends for years so you were pretty sure he would know something, right? Wrong.

Wooyoung hid his feelings quite well. He never wanted to bother people with his problems, so he never said anything. On the inside it was killing him but he never ever chose to show it. He felt as if it was better if it was just kept in the dark.

More time goes by, and you could no longer keep quiet about your suspicions. You were more than worried about Wooyoung. You grew up around a lot of people who suffered from depression, so you just wanted to be sure. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if something were to happen to him. Once you asked him about it, he didn't know how to react. He was a little shocked at the question because no one had ever asked. He thought no one noticed or even cared to notice.

It was a long night filled with tears and a lot of hugs. Wooyoung appreciated you so much more after the talk you had no idea. He now felt as if he could talk to someone, and he didn't have to go through it alone. You had no problem listening to his rants, or listening to him vent, you just wanted to be there for him as a whole.

You knew you were his outlet, so you had to prepare yourself for all the good and the bad.

Just like tonight...it was a cold and rainy night. You always enjoyed the rain, and no matter how late it was you enjoyed a hot cup of tea as well. Your day was filled with so much work, you just wanted to relax. You were off the next couple of days and you wanted to use those days to your advantage. It wasn't typical for you to get two off days in a row.

It was now reaching 12:01, but you didn't mind the time. You wanted to enjoy every moment of your relaxation regardless of the time.

Clicking through Netlix, you finally decided to rewatch It's Okay To Not Be Okay. The series always pulled you back for more, and you could now say it was one of your comfort shows. You started to watch the first episode, then the second, and then of course the third.

You were so wrapped up in the show, you didn't even hear the frantic knocking at your door. The knocking soon became louder, making you jump-splling some of the tea on your shirt. You had no clue who it could've been, especially at this time. Neither did you have a clue who would come all the way here in the pouring rain.

You paused the tv before you went to go see who it was. You were a little scared because usually everyone called before they came to your house. You set your mug on the kitchen counter, and then hesitantly opened the door. Once a soaking wet Wooyoung came into your view, all of your words were trapped in your throat. He's never just showed up to your house and that's when you became nervous.

"Oh my gosh Wooyoung!"

You could see that he looked troubled. He had this panic look on his face and he couldn't keep his arms still. You immediately took ahold one of his hands before pulling him into your home.

"Did you walk here?" You asked, "You know it's pouring out there, right?"

"I-I had to g-get to you. I was all alone at that house, and you know once I'm alone I start to think. I started to t-think so much that I wanted to do it. I wanted to do it Y/N!"

You jumped at the sudden yelling, not expecting him to. You knew what he was implying, and it tore you to pieces. You thought he was getting better, even though it wasn't much it was still something. He had talked about cutting only once to you. You never wanted to press the issue if there were more times, you didn't want to trigger him in any kind of way.

"Wooyoung, baby, you're going to have to breathe." You said calmly

His breathing was so short and labored, and you knew it wasn't going to help anything if you started to panic as well.

"I-I'm trying."

The scene in front of you was a little triggering since your little brother had panic attacks often. It took a lot to calm him down at first because none of your family knew what to do. You soon found the soothing sound of your voice could calm him down. Everything seemed so loud when he was having a panic attack, but your voice was like silk. It could calm hail in a storm if that was possible.

"Listen to my voice sweetheart." You said, "Only listen to my voice."

You saw how fast his chest rose up and down, quickly moving him to sit down. You totally forgot about him being soaking wet but that wasn't even the concern right now.

"I'm here with you Wooyoung, it's just me and you. Focus on your breathing, breathe in and out, but don't rush it or you'll go into panic again. I want you to slowly fill your lungs with as much air as you can, and then push it out slowly. Maybe even picture something calm like light wind blowing through a field of flowers."

Wooyoung always loved the sound of your voice. He followed your instructions closely, only listening to the sound of your voice. Instead of picturing a field of flowes, he pictured you. He pictured your smile, the sound of your laugh, your body, all he could see was you. You calmed his whole world, and that's why he appreciated you so much. You took the time to learn everything. You took the time to listen and respond with the proper advice. That's why he loved you so much, you cared and you noticed.

His breathing soon returned to normal, but once you guys finally made eye contact, he broke down. You brought him into the biggest hug, letting him get everything out. 'Better out than in' you would tell him. He clung to you for dear life because he felt as if you saved his. If he didn't think about you before he commited to such a big decision, he wouldn't be here.

"I'm sorry." He whispered

You shook your head, "Nonsense Woo."

He wiped his face, now feeling embarrassed he interrupted your night. You didn't mind any other time, and you definitely didn't care this time.

"C'mon." You said tapping his thigh, "Let's get you into some warm clothes and find you something to eat."

Wooyoung spent a lot of nights at your house so you had to make a lot of room for his stuff. Yeosang's stuff was also littered everywhere, making you question who's house it is.

You let him pick out his clothes, but he then turned to you timidly.

"C-Can I shower here?"

He reminded you of a child, one that needed permission for every normal thing like eating.

"Yes you can, and you can stay here too for however long. I don't want you going anywhere else until I know you're okay."

He nodded before walking to the bathroom. While he was in there, you decided to just put a couple pizzas in the oven. You didn't have a clue on what else he would want, plus this was simple.

You then decided to put something childish on the tv, hoping it would calm his mind down a little. You got a pair of glasses down from the cabinet, and an unopened bottle of wine. It maybe wasn't a good idea for him to drink, but you knew he would never pass up on one.

You waited patiently on the couch, not wanting to rush him. Even though you were patient, he didn't want to keep you waiting. He wanted to spend as much time with you tonight as possible.

He soon walked out of the bathroom, running his fingers through his freshly-washed hair. Wooyoung always looked so pretty to you, especially in his natural state. You could see that his hair was now long. Over the past couple months, he decided to just leave it alone and grow it. His hair was always styled a certain way so you could never really tell the length. You didn't really pay attention too much either.

"Disney Channel?" He asked with an eyebrow raised

You playfully rolled your eyes, "Don't act like you don't love watching all the old shows with me."

He let out a small laugh before the oven dinged.

"What are you making?"

"Pizza." You said, "Figured we could use something quick."

He nodded in agreement, not even remembering the last time he's had a slice of pizza. You cut both pizzas in eight before bringing both pans to the living room. Both of you knew you weren't going to eat it all, but no one felt like getting plates.

You both sat down on the floor and dug in.

As the seconds passed, Wooyoung began to think. Of course he appreciated you, but he appreciated Yeosang even more for introducing you two. He didn't know where he'd be if it wasn't for you. You were everything to him, but he had no clue if you felt the same. Sometimes you could be so hard to read. He never wanted to get the wrong idea for you simply being a friend, so he's never said anything.

"What's going on in that head of yours? Whatcha thinking about?" You asked breaking the silence

The voices on the tv were the only things you could hear. Wooyoung was a little nervous to talk, nervous to tell you how he actually felt about you. He wouldn't be able to deal if you rejected him...softly of course.

He then shrugged, "You."

"What about me?"

There was another fall of silence. You noticed Wooyoung was never the type of person to say how he felt all in one go. He actually thought before he spoke. He never wanted to say the wrong thing, especially not now.

"I don't know Y/N." He said, "It's hard to explain."

You chuckled lightly, "Remembered what I told you?"

He nodded before sighing, "Even if you cant explain still try to find words that'll help the other person understand."

"Exactly, so try for me."

Trying to explain was always so much harder than already having an explanation. It stressed him in ways that was unexplainable, and that's why he hated it.

"Of course you know how much I appreciate you. You've helped me with so much, and you're always there for me. You listen to me, care for me, I don't know what I'd do without you."

You soon put your pizza down giving him your full attention.

"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me Y/N. You noticed when no one else did, and that says a lot. That's when I realized you actually paid attention to me. You were so quick to open your door for me when you could've just slammed it in my face. I love you so much, and I know I wouldn't survive without you."

You sat there a little stunned before quickly taking a sip of your glass of wine. You had no clue what he was going to say, but you didn't expect him to say all of that.

"Too much?" He asked

You set the glass down before looking at him.

"W-Where is all of this coming from?"

He sighed, "The day I realized you were perfect for me was a few weeks after we met. It was too soon, so I knew not to say anything. I didn't want to make anything weird. The longer I knew you, the more time passed, my feelings only became stronger. I then thought it was just something stupid and I'd get over it. As you can see, I never did. Yeosang told me to just talk it out with you but I couldn't. I wanted to avoid the rejection."

It wasn't a funny matter, but you couldn't help but to smile. That smile soon turned into a laugh, making Wooyoung look at you weirdly. He didn't think any of this deserved to be laughed at.

"This is so funny Woo because I talked to Yeosang about this exact same thing. I thought you only saw me as a really good friend so I just left it alone."

It was hard for Yeosang to keep this information from the both of you. Two of his best friends liked each other and he couldn't say anything. He wanted you guys to just spit it out because it was killing him to see how you guys acted with each other, and only he knew the truth.

"No wonder he was being so weirdly calm when I talked to him." Wooyoung said

"That's Yeosang for you."

A couple glasses of wine later, and the two of you were a little tipsy. You guys talked more about how you felt, and how things were going to be moving forward. Wooyoung was glad he finally got everything off of his chest. He could now do everything he's always wanted to.

"I didn't think this night was going to end like this." You said

You and Wooyoung were now cuddled up in your bed. He insisted you guys slept together, you know-to get used to it. The two of you were facing each other. His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, feeling he'd lose you if he was to let go. Your fingers found their way to his arms soon finding their way to his jawline, tracing it. His eyes never left you, soon falling to your lips. He's dreamed about tasting them, knowing they'd taste sweet due to the fruity chapstick you always wore.

"Where does it go from here?" You asked, "I don't want to ruin anything."

Wooyoung only shook his head before bringing you closer, "You could never ruin anything. I've been waiting for the moment you can finally be mine. I'm sorry about earlier, but I hope I made it up to you."

You could only laugh, "This your way of making it up to me?"

He shrugged, "We could do other things."

"Easy Mr. Jung."

He joined in on your laughing before a yawn escaped your mouth. Neither one of you knew what time it was coming to be, forgetting it was already passed late. Another yawn came, making Wooyoung let out one.

You guys knew you needed to sleep, you needed to prepare to tell Yeosang everything that happened.

Even though he hated it, he let your waist go. You palmed his right cheek before you pecked his lips twice.

"I know I never say it as much, but I love you too Wooyoung."

He chuckled before he pecked your lips once more, "Get some sleep sweetheart."

[charliegyrth]

Sliding Doors, Changing Waistlines

A Weight Gain 'What If' Story

Hello, everybody! Charlie here. Have you ever seen the 90s movie Sliding Doors? It's about how one woman's life takes two drastically different paths because of a single change. I wanted to do the weight gain version of that. Enjoy!

***

It started with a muffin.

Brady came back from work with a small, white box in his hands. The label read “Roskoe’s Bakery.” He’d never brought home any treats for me before, but I think he was trying to make a peace offering after our argument this morning.

I was all set to just glare at him and spend the rest of the evening sulking, but he looked really apologetic. Even though he never said the words “I’m sorry,” the little surprise was more than enough for me to forgive him.

I opened the box and saw the most delicious-looking banana nut muffin inside.

“Why’d you get me this?” I asked. I was hoping that maybe he actually would apologize.

And he sort of did. He said, “Because you deserve it for putting up with all my crap.”

And there’d been a lot of crap to put up with. He was teacher, and he spent all of last year in a happy mood. He’d come home smiling and then we’d snuggle together and watch TV. This year, though, his class was absolutely terrible. He had a new horror story every day, and often, he’d take his frustrations out on me. He’d gotten particularly snippy in the last week (midterms), and I’d just about had my limit.

I took my first bite and moaned. It was seriously the best thing I’d ever tasted. My God. It was incredible.

“Good, huh?”

I took another bite. “You have no idea.”

That made him smile, though I could tell he was still on-edge from work. He wanted to vent again.

“Alright. Go ahead. Tell me how terrible your students are.”

As I ate the muffin, he unloaded all his anger from the day. Before, all this complaining would get me angry, too. But with this amazing taste in my mouth, I just listened and offered him the right amount of encouragement.

When he was done venting, I was done eating. He felt surprisingly calm, and I did, too.

The muffin did very little to affect my appetite for dinner. I still ate everything on my plate. In fact, Brady and I were having such fun at the dinner table, talking and joking around like we used to, that I went back for seconds.

The next day, he brought back a donut from Roskoe’s. This was even better than the muffin! I happily listened to Brady complain as I savored the chocolatey taste. Just like before, he’d gotten all his anger out of his system and our dinner was once again happy.

His afternoon trips to Roskoe’s continued, and it worked every time. All Brady wanted was to vent about his day without getting me upset, and the only way he could do that was if he stuffed me full of sugar. It was a perfect plan.

Unfortunately, we hit a roadblock by the second week. He’d had a particularly awful day at work (mostly because parents were upset about their kids’ grades), so he had a lot to say. And because my stomach had gotten used to the decadent treats, I was scarfing them down faster. I ended up finishing my éclair while he was still in the middle of complaining, and I started to get annoyed again.

I snapped back at him.

Dinner that night was pretty tense, and we both went to sleep angry.

Just in case, he came back the next day with two muffins instead of one. That lasted for a bit longer, and our plan was back on track.

This went on for about a month, with Brady eventually moving up to three treats (and then four) as I started to speed up my eating time.

The only problem now was that my stomach expected the blast of sugar at the same time each day, so I felt moody on the weekends when he wasn’t working. Brady noticed, so he started driving down to Roskoe’s on Saturday and Sunday to keep me happy.

Okay, that wasn’t the only problem. The other problem, the bigger problem, was that I was gaining weight fast. Brady had developed a dad bod a couple years ago, while I remained at my college weight. After a month and a half of Roskoe’s, I’d caught up to him. My belly was a bit softer, but most of my extra fat accumulated on my love handles. I felt pretty self-conscious, but Brady assured me that if a little chub was the price to pay for our happiness, then he was okay with it. In a way, he actually liked my love handles. He touched them all the time.

Another month later, and my hips had gotten pretty wide. I didn’t realize how big they’d gotten until I caught my reflection in the window outside our favorite diner. I couldn’t believe how much my butt jutted out.

I told Brady to stop going to the bakery, but I craved it now. My stomach rumbled if I didn’t have at least three snacks every afternoon at 4:30. I tried to go one day without Roskoe’s and I couldn’t do it. I was addicted.

As I kept growing, Brady got increasingly affectionate. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even complain about work while I ate. Sometimes, he’d just rub my belly and watch me.

Pretty soon, “sometimes” because all the time. He was starting to like his class, and his trouble students had either straightened up or left. He didn’t need to give me treats anymore, but I needed them anyway.

By the end of the school year, I’d gained 70 pounds, mostly in my lower half. I didn’t like walking anymore, not because I was so heavy, but because my thighs rubbed together like sandpaper. I liked the feeling of my hips swaying, but I hated the friction burns. My legs had gotten so thick and lumpy that my hanging apron of a belly was barely noticeable. At least I didn’t have moobs, though. I would’ve hated those.

Now that summer has started, I’ve accepted my fate. I’m fat and I’ll probably keep getting fatter. It helps that Brady loves my new body. The way he touches me now makes me feel better about what I’ve become. And what I will become as the weight continues to build on me.

I’m happy like this, but every once in a while, I wonder what my life would’ve been like if Brady hadn’t brought home that muffin.

***

It started with a muffin.

Brady came back from work with a small, white box in his hands. The label read “Roskoe’s Bakery.” He’d never brought home any treats for me before, but I think he was trying to make a peace offering after our argument this morning.

Rather than say the words “I’m sorry,” he thought he could make me forgive him with some baked good. Well, it wasn’t going to cut it.

I opened the box and saw the most delicious-looking banana nut muffin inside. I really wanted to eat it, but I didn’t want to let Brady off the hook that easily.

“Why’d you get me this?” I asked. Maybe if he actually apologized with his words, I’d eat it.

“Because you deserve it for putting up with all my crap,” he said.

And there’d been a lot of crap to put up with. This whole school year, he’d been an absolute nightmare. Every day, he’d come home with more horror stories about his unruly class. He wanted me to just sit there and listen to him vent, but I always pushed back. I hated all that negativity.

“Yeah, well I’m not hungry. Why don’t you eat it?”

He looked down at the muffin. He didn’t really have a sweet tooth, but he decided to take a bite anyway. He immediately moaned in pleasure.

“Good, huh?”

He took another bite. “You have no idea.”

He was smiling! I didn’t even remember the last time I’d seen him smile. It was like all his pent-up anger disappeared. Maybe that would limit tonight’s ranting session.

“Alright,” I said. “Go ahead. Tell me how terrible your students are.”

But he didn’t. He mumbled, “Actually, I’m okay.” And he kept eating.

It was a God damned miracle! All he needed was a dessert and he didn’t need to unload all his anger on me.

I felt so relieved, and he did, too.

The muffin did very little to affect his appetite for dinner. He still ate everything on his plate. In fact, we were having such fun at the dinner table, talking and joking around like we used to, that he went back for seconds.

The next day, he brought back a donut from Roskoe’s. He said it was even better than the muffin! Once again, all his anger was gone and he could enjoy our evening together.

His afternoon trips to Roskoe’s continued, and it worked every time. All Brady needed was a jolt of sugar to calm his nerves. He walked into the house fuming, and then he sat with me, ate his treat, and let everything go.

I asked him why he didn’t just eat at Roskoe’s before he got home.

His answer: “Because I enjoy it more with you by my side.”

That made my heart melt.

This plan worked perfectly for about a week and a half. Then, after a particularly awful day at work, he scarfed down an éclair, but he was still upset. He started complaining again, and because it had been so long since he snapped at me like this, things escalated.

Dinner that night was pretty tense, and we both went to sleep angry.

To fix this problem, he came back the next day with two muffins instead of one. That seemed to do the trick. His stomach had gotten used to the desserts, and now he needed more.

This went on for about a month, with Brady eventually moving up to three treats (and then four) as his eating time sped up.

The only problem now was that his stomach expected the blast of sugar at the same time each day, so he felt moody on the weekends when he wasn’t working. I noticed, so to keep him happy, I started driving down to Roskoe’s myself, every Saturday and Sunday. (It was a charming little place, and the smells were incredible. I didn’t dare to try anything myself, because I knew I’d get just as addicted as Brady.)

Of course, all this food was making Brady gain weight fast. He’d developed a dad bod a couple years ago, which I found very attractive. After a month and a half of Roskoe’s, he’d gone from dad bod to full-on fat. All of his new weight seemed to collect on his belly, which hung lower every day.

He didn’t seem self-conscious about it, though. He seemed to like the extra softness, and because he liked it, I liked it.

Another month later, and while his belly was flabbier, his biggest change was in his chest. He’d grown prominent moobs. I never would’ve thought I’d like those. After all, I was gay. Breasts never did anything for me. But his were so big and so hairy, that I couldn’t stop touching them. He loved that, of course.

Brady had no plans to slow down. He was beyond addicted. Every time he came home at 4:30, his stomach was rumbling, demanding his daily dose of sugar. Four treats became five. Then six. Sometimes, he’d even bring home a dozen donuts, spread out on the couch, and take his time eating them all evening.

As he kept growing, I found my hands constantly touching him. Squeezing him. Discovering new rolls or dimples. He’d stopped talking about work completely. He didn’t even look annoyed when he walked home. Just hungry.

Eventually, I asked him directly if he still felt stressed out.

“Nope,” he said while chewing on his third slice of cheesecake. I guess his class had really taken to their calmer, bigger teacher. He didn’t need to eat these treats anymore, but his stomach required them anyway.

By the end of the school year, he’d gained close to 100 pounds, mostly in his belly and chest. He didn’t like walking around anymore, because his belly kept flopping against his thighs. His ass was dimpled but not too big, and his legs (though thicker) were noticeably small compared to his massive middle.

And his moobs, those were his best feature. Hanging to the sides of his bulging stomach, thick and hairy and very sensitive. They're incredible.

Now that summer has started, I love what my husband has turned into. He’s fat and he’ll probably keep getting fatter. It helps that he loves his new body, too. I take care of him, worship him, and excitedly await each new addition to his obese body. I’m excited to see him continue growing.

We’re both so happy, but every once in a while, I wonder what our lives would’ve been like if Brady hadn’t brought home that muffin.

The End.

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𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐭. 𝟐)

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𝐯𝐢𝐩 ◦ @takes1

“Gaah! I just don’t get it! It’s been a whole month, why ain’t she over him yet?” Atsumu was kicking his legs around like a toddler, whining and moping to anyone who would listen. 

All of the boys were sleeping together in a classroom for their spring training camp. This is something that happened every year, but this year in particular it sucked. It mainly sucked because you wouldn’t even look at Atsumu, much less talk to him.

Kita sighed, “Atsumu, she’s doing a lot more than getting over her ex-boyfriend,” Kita felt like he was having to play both sides with the two of you. You would go to him to vent about how you were feeling about the breakup, how you were feeling mentally after being bullied and ostracized by essentially your whole class for multiple weeks, and how you were feeling about Atsumu. Atsumu was just complaining to Kita, since he was always the only one who happened to be the ‘anyone who would listen’ for the last few days. Kita thought that Osamu at least would also listen to his twin's whining, but he would leave the room anytime Atsumu brought you up.

Atsumu pouted, “I could help her with whate’er problem she’s got.”

“Think about it this way, Atsumu,” Kita thought for a second for a metaphor his junior would best understand, “Would you want to play volleyball with someone who isn’t very confident in how they play?”

The blonde’s eyebrows scrunched, “No, not bein’ confident in your play makes you hesitate, an’ it makes you play worse.”

Kita snapped his fingers and pointed at him, “Exactly, it’s the same thing in relationships. When someone isn’t confident in themselves, their feelings, or just in general has emotional wounds that need to heal, it ends up hurting both people in the relationship.”

Atsumu put his hand to his chin and hummed in thought, “So, I just gotta wait for (Y/N) to be all good again, then she’ll go out with me.”

“No,” Kita said flatly.

Atsumu sat bolt right up, “Whaddya mean ‘no’?”

Kita stood up so he could start his night time routine and shrugged, “She’ll date you if she wants to.”

And just like that, Atsumu was back to moping.

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Spring rain pattered against the windows of the gym as shoes squeaked against the waxed wood floors and volleyballs were slammed into it, followed by multiple shouts. Overall, it was very pleasantly noisy.

There was just one particularly annoying noise that was standing out so much from the rest, probably much to his joy, “I got it, I got it!” Atsumu yelled as he back set a ball from outside of the court for Aran to slam into the floor. 

You acknowledged that Atsumu wasn’t acting any different than how he usually was, but it was like he was trying to piss you off. His voice was the same volume as it always was, he was making the same flashy plays he always makes, and he was behaving like a child like he always did when he was on the volleyball court. After spending the last couple days in captivity with him, having to hear and see him every single day, the irritation was starting to wear on you.

It all came to a head when Atsumu asked Aran to do extra practice with him. This was a very normal occurrence, what was also a normal occurrence was Aran asking you to help them by tossing and shagging balls for them, but you hoped and prayed that Aran would choose anyone else. Aran’s voice saying, “Hey, (Y/N), can you help us practice?” made you wince.

You made brief, accidental eye contact with Atsumu, before yelling “Sorry, can’t!” back, picking up the small carrying case for the water bottles to make yourself look busy so they wouldn’t push the issue further.

“C’mon, Doll, you can do all that later. Throw some balls for us,” those two sentences made you feel as thought you were going to pop a blood vessel. Seriously? He was still calling you Doll and trying to force you to be around him after what him beating up your boyfriend did to your mental health for the last month? Was he just stupid? Dense? Or was Atsumu Miya put on this Earth to specifically to torture you?

The pent up anger made you feel like you were on fire in the already warm gym, you could hear the blood rushing in your ears. You felt as though you were a spectator in your own body as your legs carried you to Atsumu, each step echoing with silent rage against the hardwood. You watched as your palm made contact with his cheek, the crack of it bouncing against the walls loudly, causing everyone to go silent as they stared at the two of you.

Aran stood dumbfounded next to Atsumu and winced at how hard you slapped the blonde. You saw his eyes go wide, looking behind you and stepping back. You didn’t need to look behind you to see who it was, Coach Kurosu shouted,  “What the hell was that,” as he came into view, standing with his hands on his hips in front of you and Atsumu.

You felt the heat of anger be replaced with the burning of shame. You looked down at your feet, “I slapped him, sir.”

“Yeah, I got that, why?” The older man snapped.

You chewed on your lip, “He pissed me off,” you muttered.

He nodded his head angrily, “So we just slap everyone who pisses us off now?”

You glanced up at him for a second, and upon seeing the anger and disappointment in his expression, you looked back down to your hands, “No, sir.”

Kurosu sighed, running a hand through his gray hair, “I get you’re going through a lot, but (Y/N), you’re a manager. You’re held to a higher standard than these guys, okay?”

You nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Atsumu, who was standing there silently, holding his now bright red cheek, jumped when Coach Kurosu yelled, “And you,” at him, pointing at his chest, “Don’t antagonize her.”

The older man turned around, addressing everyone else, “Go to the cafeteria, have your dinner, and go to bed. No more nonsense or drama for the rest of the night.” 

You and Atsumu glanced at each other, seeing if the other was going to move from their spot. The two of you started slowly walking past Coach Kurosu, until his voice stopped the two of you in your tracks, “Oh no, not you two. You two are cleaning the gym together until the two of you decide you can get along.”

Both you and Atsumu turned back towards your coach, about to plead your case for why that absolutely should not happen, but simultaneously decided that you were both in enough shit right now, and cut your losses.

With a unified groan, you both made your way to the storage closet to grab cleaning supplies.

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“Stupid Atsumu. Pissing me off like that and getting me stuck doing this.”

Atsumu’s eyes snapped towards you, as opposed to the floor he was mopping, “Hey! I can hear ya, y’know!”

You looked back at your cleaning partner from your spot on the floor, a volleyball in your lap and rag in hand, “Good!”

“What the hell is yer problem?” Atsumu dropped his mop and walked towards you, stopping when he was looming behind you.

“Yea, like our issues are my damn fault,” you grumbled.

He threw his hands up and slapped them against his thighs in disbelief, “Uh, yeah, it’s yer damn fault. I haven’t done anything wrong!

You twisted your torso to look at him, “Do you seriously believe that? That you did nothing wrong?”

He scratched the back of his head, “Okay, well, maybe I shouldn’t have fought that loser boyfriend of yours, but--”

You pointed up at him in warning, “Don’t even finish that sentence.”

He leaned down towards you, his arms outstretched to his sides, “You would still be with that loser if I didn’t kick his ass, wouldn’t you?”

He had you there. You probably would be, but that was none of his business, none of this was any of his business the whole time, that’s what pissed you off, “I don’t see how that concerns you,” you huffed.

He sat on the floor in front of you, a little farther than out of arm's reach so you couldn’t hit him again, “You can’t stop me from being concerned for ya.”

You scowled at the ball you were cleaning, “Yea, and you can’t stop me from smacking you.”

He laughed, “I can’t, but Coach can force us to do this until ya forgive me.”

“Go finish mopping, you jackass!” You hucked a volleyball directly at his face.

Atsumu yelped, using his hands to catch the ball before it hit him, “You upgraded from smackin’ to throwin’ shit at me!?”

You grabbed a second ball from the cart, “Yeah, and I’ll keep throwing shit at you until you leave me alone!”

“Two can play that game, Darlin’!” He shouted as he threw the ball he had previously caught at you, hitting you square in the back.

You groaned as you toppled over, “You son of a bitch,” you said as you stood on your knees and threw another ball at him, hitting him in the back of the knee, as he ran towards the extra ball cart near the supply closet, tripping him.

He scrambled to his feet, using the ball cart to assist him. He threw ball after ball at you, trading the strength of the throw for the speed necessary to absolutely barrage you with blue and yellow leather. You playfully yelled at him to stop between laughs as you curled into a ball to avoid being hit in the face or gut.

Once he ran out of balls in the cart, he leaned over the cart, laughing breathlessly with you, “This is fuckin’ ridiculous, y’know it?”

You unballed yourself, laying like a starfish on the ground as you continued laughing, wiping tears from your eyes, “I know, I know.”

Maybe things were starting to feel a little lighter with Atsumu, like they were your first year.

[blternative]

The Captain isn't exactly free of blame either, I feel like that gets lost a bit as you play and get sucked into Jimmy's mental breakdown at the end. He was aware that Anya was pregnant by Jimmy through means that weren't consensual, knew that she wanted to use the gun to protect herself from him but resorted to hiding it after finding that she couldn't use it because she didn't have the proper authority to get the code to unlock it but realized Jimmy would be able to.

Granted, Curly was in a bad position for the issue from the beginning, he's the only source of authority on the ship and the ship as a whole would've suffered from being down one member but he doesn't do anything to protect Anya, his solution is to talk things out with Jimmy then think of a further solution together, not pull rank and put him in whatever their version of jail would've been on the ship (probably just stuffing them in a cryo pod until they reach their destination). Loyalty to his friend blinded him to the safety of his entire crew and he wanted to keep tensions as low as possible, even when that friend was threatening to take him down with him if he wasn't protected or staging a murder-suicide so no one would know what happened.

Even with Jimmy dangling the threat of Curly's career being in ruins once the news is reported, Curly doesn't stop him, he only slows him down at best and even that doesn't work, Jimmy proceeds to then crash the ship in an effort to completely get away with his crime(s) at the expense of a few lives. Curly gets mangled beyond recognition, unable to do the most basic of actions on his own, and is forced to spend several months in utter agony while watching his crew break down and die or get seriously injured in front of him. He sees everyone die, or the process of their death, except Jimmy, who gets to kill himself out of Curly's view as the stasis activates and Curly freezes. But Jimmy fixes it! He saves Curly and is a hero!

Except, why would a defunct company bother wasting what little funds they have left searching for a ship that was only carrying mouth wash? If no one finds the wreckage in twenty years, Curly gets reawoken and suffocates (I'm pretty sure one of the characters said something about running out of oxygen before food); if he gets found then he gets the finger pointed at him for presumably intentionally veering the ship into a collision *while* spending the rest of his life in continued agony. It doesn't matter what they believe for how the crew died, Curly takes all the blame as he's not only the only survivor but the captain, not only did they all die in horrific ways but they burned through most of the cargo!

In the end, Curly did it to himself really, every problem that happens, every death a reminder that none of it would've happened if he had did the right thing. Every time Jimmy exercises his anger on him by forcing the pills down his throat and ignores his choked cries and tears, it was Curly taking responsibility for his actions, or rather lack of, that got them to that moment. Even if he didn't want to take responsibility, he still did, he had no choice.

It's why Curly was the captain and Jimmy wasn't, why he could've called himself captain all he wanted and no one (except Daisuke but, he's Daisuke) believed it, not even himself.

He never took responsibility for anything he did, he laid the blame for the crash on Curly and even for delaying the news of the company's bankruptcy even though Curly technically broke protocol and told them early; everyone died believing Curly was the one piloting even though by the time he got into the cockpit it was too late. He never took responsibility for assaulting Anya and subsequently getting her pregnant, instead choosing to hide the truth and secretly hounding her into "fixing it" to the point of her committing suicide so it truly was "fixed." He didn't take responsibility for getting Daisuke killed by having him crawl into the broken air vent and getting seriously injured, instead the truth of the events that lead up to it coming out as the kid lay on his bed dying, profusely apologizing for what in his eyes was a fuck up on his behalf.

Everyone else takes responsibility for the consequences of actions done by Jimmy. Anya takes responsibility for him getting her pregnant and "takes care of it" like he wanted her to, presumably before the crash even happened he was telling her this. Daisuke takes responsibility for knocking out Swansea and going into the vent, even though he was going off of Jimmy's commands. Swansea takes responsibility for not only trying to protect Anya (why he constantly carried the axe) but for falling back into alcoholism by coping with their fate, even though Jimmy was the one who opened the cargo hold.

Even when Anya is dead, and Curly is forced to lay by her corpse, Jimmy doesn't take responsibility for him being the reason she took that course of action, completely blotting the scene out of his mind until he's forced to look at it when picking up Curly, even then he only focuses on Curly.

At his end, he never feels regrets for his actions unless they're in the context of it affecting Curly, and even then its only because he didn't know how stressful the position actually was. He doesn't have remorse for assaulting Anya and pushing her into suicide, for getting Daisuke mercy killed by Swansea (he doesn't have anything to say about it beyond berating Swansea for being hasty) or pushing the old man into coming at him with an axe after he had his own mental break. He only feels remorse for being jealous of Curly and not realizing how stressful the role of captain really was until he was in the position himself, he only thinks Curly as a prestigious prick who cares about his own image and career and no one else's.

He gets to kill himself, consequence free, even being able to think of himself as the hero at the end, when everything that transpired over the course of the game was his fault.

I don't think Curly is as bad a person as Jimmy is, but hes still bad, he's too much of an optimist and wanted to keep trying to see the good in people even when it came to the detriment of his crew.

In short, fuck Jimmy but fuck Curly too.

[saberlight1]

— lost signals & tunes, coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, angst, mentions of violence, injustice in the districts, possessive!snow, trauma, kinda mean!snow, talks of a breakup, arguments, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.

authors note: i’m back for round 3!!! i’m so happy that you all like this series so far as much as i do. here are the links to part 1 & 2, if you missed them. this one is sad and angsty, i’m sorry. the song y/n sings is by frank santra! anyways, i hope you enjoy this one! much love.

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Since your last real conversation with Coriolanus, he had been acting different. He was colder, and you didn’t know if you were simply going crazy, or if he just going out of his way to ignore you.

But regardless, you were hurt. When you tried to speak to him, he would say he had somewhere to be. And maybe he did, but you just wished he’d spend time with you.

You missed him, really.

Lucy Gray frowned as she watched you from across the room. You and the Covey were all getting ready backstage at the Hob where you were set to perform shortly. Even if you were cousins, you and Lucy Gray were brought up as sisters and knew the other probably better than you knew yourselves.

She watched you as you were deep in thought, and she knew something was troubling you. She walked over, and with a click of her tongue she gained your attention.

With a raise of her eyebrows you already knew what she was thinking. “Lucy Gray, please. Not right now,”

She raised her hands up in surrender, sitting down next to you on the couch. “I was just gonna ask what was wrong,”

“I’m sorry,” You sighed, rubbing your temple. “I’m stressed out,”

“Talk to me,” She softly smiled, her hand coming up to comfortably rub your shoulder.

“Coriolanus has just been acting weird, and I don’t know why. I think.. I think when we were at the lake I said something that he didn’t like, or something.” You vented. “Just ever since we got back, he’s been off. Or maybe I’m just delusional.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at yourself. “Christ, Gray, I’m loosin’ it.”

She giggled. “You got a bad case of the love blues, it sounds to me, Y/N.” She repeated the same thing your mothers used to say all the time when talking about past relationships.

A small smile blessed your features. “I think you may be on to somethin’.” You sighed, again. “I just wish he’d at least talk to me, y’know? Let me know whatever I’ve done, so I can fix it, or if he wants to break up just fuckin’ tell me. I hate when shit just lingers.”

“I know.” She shook her head. “Listen, if he doesn’t realize how damn good he’s got it, then he ain’t worth it. You know better. And I know you two got history and what not, but if he stressin’ you out so bad you can’t even enjoy a performance, I’d say ya need to talk to the boy.” She explained, shrugging. “Or leave his ass. You deserve better,”

You chuckled. “Only you, Lucy Gray, could manage to make me laugh while talking about my relationship problems.” You shook your head, playfully.

A smile came back to her face. “You know it, now, c’mon we got a show to play.” She stood up, holding her hand out for you to take.

She brought you over to the rest of the Covey, Issac immediately bringing you into a side hug.

“Aye, sis, you want me to kick that boy’s ass?” He asked, smiling goofy.

You laughed. “No, please.”

“Alright, alright.“ He shook his head. “Let’s go, folks!”

Once you all were out on stage, all of the struggles and worries wrestling around your mind faded, and a smile brightly displayed on your face as you sang along with your family. You didn’t even realize how fast it was going by because you were enjoying yourself.

Until you saw his smirk in that crowd.

You were scanning the crowd as normal, loving to see all of different people coming to together to enjoy music when you saw him. He was in the back of the room, alone, his arms crossed over his chest as he smirked at you.

His gaze almost made you feel uneasy, his sharp eyes boring into yours. Lucy Gray wrapped up one of her songs, turning on her heel and winking at you, her signal to let you know it was your turn on the mic.

You sighed before standing up, grabbing your guitar and walking up to the mic.

“Hey, twelve,” You smiled, looking at the crowd. “How y’all doin’ tonight, huh?” They all cheered in return, making your smile grow bigger. “That’s what I like to hear! Alright, here’s the song.”

Over and over, I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

You began, singing deeply and sharply into the mic, staring into Coriolanus’ eyes.

Once when you walked beside me,

That inconceivable, that unbelievable world we knew,

When we two were in love.

Your eyes burned into his as the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only you and him as you sang to him. He knew it was about him, most of your songs were.

And every bright neon sign turned into stars,

And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours.

Each road that we took turned into gold,

But the dream was too much for you to hold.

Your voice boomed across the pub, the couples holding each other and the singles downing their shots in misery. You touched all their hearts with the song, somehow. His eyebrows furrowed as he truly listened to the lyrics, seeing how you wrote about your love and pain, and he wondered if it was still about him.

I mean, he hadn’t hurt you, right? He didn’t think him ignoring you for a week or two would push you this far.

Now, over and over I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

Days when you used to love me.

Issac and Cece took over for the music break, as you turned to blink away the tears that threatened to spill.

And every bright neon sign turned into stars,

And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours.

Each road that we took, it turned into the gold,

But the dream was too much for you to hold.

The tears only got closer to dropping from your eyes as you kept singing, just trying to get through the song. You tried focusing on the beautiful music the Covey produced behind you and put your all into your singing.

Now, over and over I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

Days when you used to love me,

Over and over I keep goin’ over that world we knew.

You finished with one last strum of your guitar, and the melodies of Lucy Gray and Maudie Ivory next to you. The crowd erupted in cheers and claps.

“Thank you!” You smiled as the rest of your family joined you, bowing. After saying your goodbyes, you stalked off stage as fast as you could, ignoring the concerned gaze from Coriolanus.

“Your singing was beautiful, I love that song.” Lucy Gray said as she walked beside you. “But I do want to give that boy a stern talkin’ to for makin’ you feel that way.”

You grabbed her wrist. “No, Lucy. Let me talk to him.” She looked at you with raised brows, the pair of you exchanging words with your eyes. Eventually she nodded, stepping forward and letting you walk.

You walked through the corridor that led back out to the dance floor, your eyes looking for that familiar face. But it seemed to be that he found you before you could find him, the man already walking towards you.

You crossed your arms, turning on your heel to walk deeper into the corridor so no one would be around. You knew he’d follow, so you leaned against the wall, popping the gum in your mouth.

“There you are,” He called as he turned the corner, seeing you standing there. He walked over to stand in front of you. “Y/N, that song—”

“Cut the shit,” You cut him off. “What’s been goin’ on with you, Coriolanus?”

His eyebrows furrowed at your forwardness. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you avoidin’ me. You been actin’ weird since the lake, Coryo.” You sighed, pushing yourself off the wall to get eye to eye with the man before you. “If this is about what I said about runnin’ away..”

He rubbed his temple, staying silent.

“Coriolanus, do you expect me to enjoy life here? Watchin’ people get hung every other day, scared for my own damn life? My families lives?” You threw your arms out, scoffing. “Why would I want to stay?”

“Because of me!” He cut off your rant with a whisper yell. “I wanted you to want to stay, with me. Or.. come with me to the Capitol.”

“You know how I feel about that.”

“I know. And I wish I could change that.” He stepped forward a bit. “Because I don’t want to be away from you, Y/N.”

Your eyes softened. “Coryo, I don’t want to be away from you either. Hell, I’ve been thinkin’ about you for weeks just because you didn’t talk to me,” You bitterly laughed at your own foolishness. “But, look, if this is gon’ cause a problem between us, then maybe we should just call it off here, ‘cause even if it’ll hurt like hell, if we don’t got trust in each other then we got dirt.” You shrugged, even though the words you spoke felt like a dagger to the heart.

“No.” He shook his head immediately, his hands reaching out to grip your hips, almost seeming to make sure you wouldn’t run. “I’m not letting you go, no. Definitely not over this.”

“Then what do you want from me?” You asked, your eyes flickering between his. “You iced me out for 2 weeks because of what I said, then when I give you a solution, you say no?”

“Because that solution is us not being together.” He said, firmly. “That is the last thing I want. This whole thing started because I’m afraid of being away from you, Y/N.” He finally admitted.

You sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me that? We could’ve worked this out together.”

His hands slid up your body to cradle your face. “I was afraid. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean for this. I didn’t mean to hurt you,”

You looked down. “You scared me, you asshole. I thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”

He frowned, tapping softly on your cheek to get your attention back onto him. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, I always want to be with you. We will figure this out, I promise you that. I.. I’m just not good with talking about things with people, y’know…”

A soft smile spread over your face. “Yeah, I know. Just.. talk to me next time, okay? I hate when we don’t talk.” You said, walking into his arms.

He sighed happily at the contact, nuzzling his face his your hair to inhale your scent. “I will, my love.” He sighed, pulling back and licking his lips. “That song, though, it was beautiful. What is it called?”

You continued to smile. “You didn’t figure it out? It’s called ‘The World We Knew’ and, before you even ask, yes, it’s about you.”

His smiled slowly faded. “I made you feel that way?”

You swallowed, your smile gone as well. “Coryo.. these past two weeks, I thought it was over between us. When I wrote that, I was trying to come to terms with it.”

“Well, now you know that we’ll forever be in that world we apparently knew.” He joked, making you giggle.

He leaned forward to place a loving kiss on your lips, causing you to moan against his lips. He pulled back at the noise, looking at you with a smirk. “I have just the idea to make it up to you,”

You laughed when you saw that glint in his eye, kissing him again. “Show me what you got, big boy.” 

[cricky-butspicy]

Me again! (surprise surprise) continuing the thought from the chats here: https://www.tumblr.com/cricky-butspicy/784907028098367488/nother-thought-say-reader-is-watching-some-sort?source=share (with no pressure to respond anytime soon or at all really!) but my brain is dead set on writing up another drabble for this one (after I finish Atlas's) cause some good ol' break up comfort sounds so nice; so I'm gonna pick your brain a bit more for a more accurate representation for the two XD reader continues to pull them along, mindless ranting since they're upset and basically 'forcing' the boys into a sleepover cause they don't want to be alone right now (they didn't ask if it'd be okay to stay at their place, just assumed Soleil or Atlas wouldn't kick them out), so they pick up some snacks and drinks and take out, set up a blanket fort in their living room (assuming that would be allowed) putting on more romcoms that go mostly unwatched as they continue to just rant and vent their feelings. "you don't need them, they didn't deserver you anyway!" "yeah, fuck 'em!" in passing though the term makes reader huff and squeeze at a pillow. "Thank god I didn't actually fuck them... though that was a whole different argument we had. I wasn't sure I wanted to, especially since I didn't really enjoy just kissing them, and then it'd escalate to how I always compared them to one of you two... which maybe I did compare them too much. Oh god maybe everything was all my fault? I was the problem. What's wrong with me?" Insert Soleil and Atlas comforting them, assuring them that your partner shouldn't be trying to force you into anything, and while you might have been comparing your partner too much, that maybe that was just a sign that they weren't what you were looking for anyway, and it's good it ended without more regrets. That it's fine if you don't enjoy kissing, or more than kissing.

Reader admits while hiding their face in the pillow that they do like kissing and want to try more than that, that they really enjoy kissing, at least they did when it was with Atlas or Soleil. "Well I guess it's a good thing we're dating now so we can keep practicing all you'd like~" Atlas would tease, which I think Soleil would scold him for; unsure if reader had really meant what they said or if like most of the other things tonight spoken, was just a rush of feelings in the moment. Reader would apologize, embarrassed that they said that in the first place without even checking with either of them trying to further hide themselves away. aaaand I'm not sure how they'd react from there though depending on how far the two would be comfortable going right away I'd want it to lead to naughty fun time XD in my mind it'd be a 'let's explore and find out, stop us if it's too much' - Readers perspective though would be a 'I do love these two but they def only see me as a friend, we kiss and more in my dreams, kind of thing' XD

I'm more than happy to answer you on this because I love to indulge you and see what comes next <3

First thing is first:

Reader is right. Atlas nor Soleil will kick them out. They would actually insist on buying the snacks, drinks, and food. You are their Starlight/Sunshine. They can't make you buy them. So they are paying (By which I mean Atlas is paying, because Soleil is still confused and isn't picking up on hints,) and Atlas already knows the game you are playing with not wanting to be alone and spending the night. He'll give up his couch for you or get you to snuggle with Soleil in his tiny twin XL-size bed if anything (is what he thinks going into this.)(Fun Fact. Atlas won't let reader into his room until it's either *confirmed* dating with you that's more than just talking all the time and holding hands or if you're getting hot and bothered together, which he is about to FIND OUT.)

Next,

Sol does not want a blanket fort in the living room. It MAY LOOK VERY COMFY but it's a lot of clean up and laundry, he'd rather not. It's just cuddle on the couch time or move the coffee table to sit on the floor in front of the couch to all talk together. He prefers stuff like that done in Attie's room, but NO ONE BUT ME KNOWS WHAT IT REALLY LOOKS LIKE YET AND THAT KILLS ME BECUSAE I CAN'T ELABORATE. Spoilers 😔 But he'll allow a few pillows out to cuddle with and an extra big blanket to share between the three of you.

Another thing,

Soleil and Atlas DO NOT like romcoms. They only watch them because you want to and you like them. Romcoms make them uncomfortable because ew kisses and bad jokes? Ew kisses and bad jokes. (Not all romcoms are kisses and bad jokes, that's just how they see them.) So, yes they are definitely not paying attention to them.

"You don't need them, they didn't deserve you anyway!" is definitely Soleil vibes while "Yeah, fuck 'em!" is very Atlas.

Which brings me to our next point, you bring up fucking, and those boys go quiet. They are furious inside that this person even brought up fucking you. Like, your relationship was not that intense, (In their eyes at least, they've heard you complain about it before) and that person has NO RIGHT to put their dirty claws on you. But they do come back once you start getting upset with yourself. Atlas is definitely first to place the very definite boundary of "No one should force you into doing anything you don't want to do, even if you are dating them. That's shitty and disgusting." But Soleil will definitely add, "Maybe you did compare them a little too much to me and Attie, but who can blame you! They weren't your taste, and that's ok! Leave them in the dust! They never deserved you in the first place! Some others, or uh, someone else can treat you much better! But at least you left before more could happen!" "Yeah, before you created any bigger regrets. The damage control is small, Starlight. It's easy clean up." "Just what Attie said! You just learned that maybe you don't like kissing or more than kissing, and that's more than ok! You don't have to like that kind of thing and it doesn't need to be in any of your relationships!"

And then reader can admit and these boys are a bit speechless for a second with Soleil going a bit red and Atlas gaining shit-eating grin to tease with that "Well I guess it's a good thing we're dating now so we can keep practicing all you'd like~" only for Soleil to smack his arm and scold him along the lines of "Be quiet! It was a heat of the moment answer! Don't tease them for it!" before whispering very quiet to Atlas "you'll scare them away! This is sensitive timing; we have to be careful!"

And que reader apologizing and being embarrassed about it and hiding, and both Soleil and Atlas getting a bit quiet and looking at them before Atlas gets Soleil away from him to reach out and try to comfort the reader while trying to pull the pillow away while saying something close to:

"Hey, if it's how you really felt, is it that bad to say? I mean, sure, it was heat of the moment, but you meant it, didn't you? You'd rather date us, wouldn't you?"

"Attie!" Soleil would try to interrupt, but would be sadly ignored by his boyfriend.

"I think we'd both be thrilled to date you, and I'm sure we could show you a lot more than kissing that you might like better from us. Only if you'd want it though. Don't let us try to swindle you like that poor excuse of an ex, though. We go as far as you go, or at least as far as Soleil's poor little heart will allow him until he's horny enough if you decide far enough."

Lucky for you, it is a "let's explore and find out, stop us if it's too much" scenario that Atlas will snatch up in a second with the proper ok. They've wanted this with the reader for MUCH too long now. They don't like wasting time, especially Atlas. And Soleil will about explode with all of the kissing teasing that is bound to happen without any release somehow. And with you pretty much spending the night, he's not getting it unless him and Attie sneak off to the bathroom once you fall asleep if you don't want to go that far, which is fine! It works! But he'll be extra sensitive and maybe a little snippy until he gets a little release from being overwhelmed and overstimulated by horny.

I think this is so fun because some of these aspects WILL be explored in the fic, it's simply later on when things get a little more serious between reader and the boys! There is still much to happen! We gotta get through the PI Christopher arc!

[problematic-fodlan]

Who would give the best hugs: Blue Lions

Mercedes, she does it for the right length, and the right hug squeeze. It feels comfortable rather than awkward.

Ingrid, Sylvain, they squeeze just a little too hard, so you feel loved and cared for, it's very reassuring. Leonie does this too, but sometimes for too long.

Dedue, he adapts his hugging style for the emotions you're feeling. Short nice hugs if you don't want too much stimulation, long intense hugs if you need affirmation, claps on the back if you don't want a hug but need something affirming, etc

Felix usually does the 'man' hugs, you know the ones, clasp a hand, pull in, thump on the back, let go. He does it to everyone, regardless of gender.

Annette is a long hugger, she makes you feel safe and happy, but sometimes a little awkward

Ashe usually does side hugs, like an arm around the shoulder, or pulling you in for a short squeeze, like an older brother might. It's familial and comfortable.

Who would be the best gift givers: 100% without question the Golden Deer

Leonie, gets you trinkets and doohickies that are useful/ recycled/ up-cycled bits and bobs. They're always very specific to you though. Do you struggle to open bottles? now you have a specialised bottle opener thingy that can only be used on bottles, because someone was going to throw it away and 'I thought you might need it'. It always seems throwaway but she spends time on this stuff, and it feels very sweet becasue of the specificity

Hilda learned your birth month, favourite color, sweetest memory, and clothing style, and picked out jewels, weaving style, wire, and clasps specific to you. She also made it. It is perfect and the wrapping she gave it to you in has elegant bows in the pattern she notices you wear

Raphael always gets snacks for gifts, but it's the snack you were craving. How does he do this? you don't know. but he does. Every time.

Ignatz does doodles for you, and illustrations of your OCs or favourite characters 'because they're special to you'

Lorenz has picked out multiple tea blends for you, specialised to your issues (eg sleeping problems anxiety etc) and taste. He gives them to you with flourish, but is actually really nervous about wether you like it or not

Who would give the best comfort after a break up/ someone else hurt you: Black Eagles

Hubert, he doesn't say "who hurt you" he says in a soft menacing tone "if you give me their name I will twist their mind and haunt their dreams until they beg me to kill them. I will whisper your name in the night, and write in blood 'you know what you did' on their wall. I will do cruel and unimaginable things for them." But if you just want a nice drink and a shoulder to cry on he will sit awkwardly and try to be helpful.

Dorothea, she tells you that you're better than them, they never deserved you, and she'll build up your self esteem until the person doesn't matter to you anymore

Caspar takes your mind off it by doing fun things

Bernie lets you vent as you both do crafts together, cross stitch, knitting, paper mache, drawing, painting, you name it, she'll provide it, and a free schedule for a whole afternoon

Dimitri obviously offers you his hand and says "we'll take revenge together, I will be your lance" before Dedue sprays him with water and tells him to stop. Is that the best comfort? no probably not, but it is funny.

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[divorcingjimmatthews]

time to inflict my jade and khatri AU headcanons on yall. jhatri AU masterpost

i hadn't thought about khatri in a while and that lovely ask brought back all the khatri thoughts please bear 🐻 with me

khatri is so repressed gay priest coded to me that i actually forget that's not a canon plot point most of the time

to me he's constantly having sexual thoughts about boyd that he is sooo deeply ashamed of, mostly because he believes that boyd is straight and would change the way he sees him if he knew

in any case with the dead wife situation boyd's got going on it's definitely just easier to push any lustful thoughts aside. until jade shows up :)

yall khatri was soo sweet and caring with jade!! and his reaction when jade flirted with him while high? kristi rolled her eyes, boyd slapped him away, but khatri had a fucking experience there, you cannot change my mind

pictured above: what could have been the start of a beautiful relationship if the writers were not so concerned with superflous things like "story" and "plot"

it might have been the first time in his life that another guy openly called him beautiful or looked at him like that. or it might also have reminded him of a boyfriend he had or almost had in his youth. take your pick. both work

also, we cannot ignore that jade is a really attractive guy and that he's literally handcuffed in this scene. it's such a peak meet cute come on look at them. look at their hands

now, i can see khatri going to check up on jade the next morning or a few days later. jade is completely alone after all so i feel like khatri would tell him that he can stop by the church if he wants. jade would just laugh it off and then be like oh you're actually being serious?

but he would go. not for his own sake but because tobey was catholic or something and he was kind of losing his mind when they buried him so he didn't get to give a proper goodbye. khatri does a little funeral service just for him and jade is a mess afterwards

they would sit and talk and khatri would ask him if tobey was his partner and jade would feel safe enough with khatri to explain the complexities of their situationship. khatri would share some of his own memories about loving other men in return

khatri is basically resigned to eternal unhappiness tm but jade is clingy and needy and entitled so he would find excuses to see khatri all the time. i stand by my belief that khatri couldve fixed jade. imo most of jade's bratty attitude comes from being defensive against what he percieves as threats but with khatri i think he would just feel safe to be himself

jade would obviously have a big problem with khatri being resigned to unhappiness tm and i think he would just rope him into projects like he did with jim and tabitha

they would have a lot of discussions about religion where jade would be a total prick but khatri would humor him because jade clearly needs the venting session and because khatri can really use a lighthearted break from his internal monologue of guilt and shame. symbiosis

obviously people would talk because it would make no damn sense. why is a priest going around collecting car engine parts

and indeed a big part of why they're spending time together at all is because they enjoy each other's company. just like with boyd the situation doesn't really work in their favor because jade is not really thinking about anything besides finding a way out of the town

one day some people are looking at them a little weird and jade knows that look so he gets really worked up and yells something like "yeah i'm fucking your priest if that's what you wanna know, can you move along now?"

as soon as he turns back to khatri he realises that he really fucked up, though. once they're alone in private jade apologises and admits that he said that because he kind of wishes he was fucking the priest but "listen, that's not the point, the point is that i'm really sorry, i shouldn't have said that, and i shouldn't have said that here, and... fuck"

"i'm just sorry, alright?" before leaving the church while feeling terrible for having fucked up that bad. sadly i think they... wouldn't really get to fix it? since jade would be getting sucked deeper into the whole visions situation around this time and khatri has the whole deal with sara going on

which is another reason why khatri would shut jade away. maybe jade would go try to fix things and ask to come in and khatri would have to tell him no. because he literally has his best friend's murderer locked up in the basement LMAO

if someone else wants to add to this or sees a way in which it could work please do add to this i am literally so starved and i have so many cute headcanons for them if they were together but i cant see khatri going for it so i just suffer

[yusume-the-writer]

Hello! I don't know if this is where I'm supposed to ask... About your Villain's day off post, I don't see any with that character so.. Could you please write fluff hurt with comfort for a female reader with Carpaccio Luo Yang pretty please? 🥹

Curse Cupid and win a date

Carpaccio Luo-Yang x Fem Reader

Request made by Anon, I hope you like it and I'm sorry for the delay

Not to mention that this was my third request about Carpaccio, he is gaining a lot of fans hehehe~

I was really inspired by this one, maybe reading stories about boyfriends and your best friends on Reddit helped...

Genre: Hurt from ComfortWarning: Swearing (Just once), bad boyfriends

Summary: (Name) wanted to go on a Valentine's Day date with her boyfriend, but it seems like he would rather spend time with his friend making her decide to break up, so she went crying about her terrible romantic life, but it seems like someone it was there... But don't worry!!! He asks her out!

It was supposed to be a perfect day....

Today was Valentine's Day and (Name) wanted to spend time with her boyfriend on a very romantic day!

But.....He was busy....with his best girl friend....

Apparently they have a ritual of spending Valentine's Day together and they do it to the letter.

And it seems that even though he has a girlfriend he PREFERS TO SPEND VALENTINE'S DAY WITH A FRIEND, VALENTINE'S DAY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT BOYFRIENDS AND NOT FRIENDS IF YOU WERE TO SPEND TIME WITH YOUR FRIEND IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ON BEST FRIEND'S DAY *ahem* (Name) couldn't believe it

And of course she is not a girlfriend that prevents her boyfriend from having female friends or even a female best friend if he himself understands that his girlfriend is a priority.

But the problem was that he put his best friend first in everything.

Do we have a date at the amusement park? Let me call my friend since she's sad. Is there an item that (Name) really wants? I'm going to buy it for my friend since she deserves it. Shall we go shopping? Let him call her to accompany him and blah, blah, blah

(Name) couldn't take this anymore and to make matters worse, every time she vented about it he responded

"You're just being very dramatic" He says while staring at you with disdain

Here was (Name) and his boyfriend in an Easton hallway

(Name) wanted to spend Valentine's Day with her boyfriend but he was busy with her best friend, again...

And when she went to complain, he just says this

"Now if you leave me alone, I'll go see Amy" He says as he turns his back to (Name)

"If you're going out with her today, we're done!" (Name) says angrily as she sees her boyfriend stop

Maybe he would change his mind-

"Don't be like that, I'll take you on a date later" And that's all he says without turning to her and leaves

'Forget it...he hasn't changed his mind...' (Name) thinks about staring at her now ex-boyfriend

"We're done!!!" (Name) screams at the top of her lungs to make the whole school hear her and so she turns around and runs away trying to hold back her tears

And now here was (Name) crouched in a place forgotten by the students crying on her knees as she remembered the past events

She was a mess, there was a lot of crying that perhaps could fill a river, there was snot and snot that came down from her nose and went into her mouth making her spit and cough to get it out.

She looked like a crybaby only a thousand times worse

Suddenly (Name) lifts her head from her knees and faces the sky and tries to catch her breath.

"CUPID I HATE YOU!!!!" (Name) scream as soon as she catches her breath and continues to cry

"*SNIF* ARE YOU SHOVING THOSE ARROWS WHERE THE FUCK? *SNIF* DID YOU KILL YOURSELF OR SOMETHING?!?! *COUGH*" (Name) continues while trying to get the phlegm and snot out of his mouth "YOU USED YOUR ARROWS TO DID YOU KILL YOURSELF?!?!? *SNIF* *COUGH* *COUGH* *SNIF* AHHHHHHHJHH" (Name) still didn't realize that someone was getting close to her

"...(Name)....?" An unknown male voice appears causing the (h/c) girl to turn her head that could overcome the speed of light

Standing in the flesh was Carpaccio Luo-Yang with an expression that could resemble surprise as he stared at (Name)'s shrunken, crying form.

This was the worst thing that could happen to (Name), a close friend, facing her in her vulnerable state.

Suddenly the surprised expression changes to seriousness as soon as he sees (Name)'s condition.

"What happened...?" Carpaccio says in an angry tone as his face deepens into a frown.

(Name) trembles when she hears that tone of voice coming from him, and of course she's seen him angry about other things but this was completely different

It seemed like he was going to do something much worse than death to the point where his victim was begging to die.

"(Name)..." His face is suddenly closer to hers, making her jump in surprise and fear so she is a little bit away from him

Carpaccio didn't seem to like this little distance but he didn't say anything and continued to stare at her, wanting an answer.

"I....I broke up with him....." (Name) finally says something that surprises Carpaccio by the fact that she is single

"But why did you break up with him on Valentine's Day?" Carpaccio asks as he tilts his head to the side

If it weren't for the moment she would tease him by calling him kitten

"He was an asshole the whole time so I decided I wasn't going to accept it anymore and I broke up with him" (Name) summarizes

Carpaccio knew that (Name) wouldn't delve deeper into this subject so he decided to accept it

"And you're crying....because of him?" Carpaccio says as he pats (Name) on the back

"And I was going to cry for a man?!?!?" (Name) scream in disbelief and stare at Carpaccio with eyes that looked like he said the stupidest thing on the entire planet

Carpaccio is surprised by the repeated scream and looks at him with confusion.

(Name) realizing that Carpaccio only asked out of caution for their feelings to feel bad about yelling at him

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scream..." (Name) says as she sighs and puts her face on her knees, hiding her expression from Carpaccio

"It's just that... my relationships never work out, you know" She says in a sad voice without showing her face to Carpaccio "Every time I'm in a relationship something always happens and I realize that I've deluded myself once again. Like me I know that people have lives, friends and family outside of relationships, but it seems that people forget that their girlfriend is a priority, that I am a priority when we date, but every time I vent or try to talk about it, I always It would be dramatic, petty, I'm creating things, they always seem to want to make me the villain?!?" She raises her face and faces Carpaccio and then she raises her hands dramatically

"....But I don't want to be the villain...I just want someone to love me, respect me and understand my feelings or at least try to understand" (Name) continues as she lowers her hands and looks at the ground with sadness "I just want someone who every time I explain that I feel uncomfortable with something or someone and I tell them, they don't get angry and at least put some boundaries with the person and explain why they are so close to it , I don't want them to end a friendship of years unless it's necessary for their health.... but I want them to set limits.... Is that too much to ask?" (Name) says then she decides to stop staring at the ground and look at Carpaccio with sad and frustrated eyes because of this

Carpaccio was surprised by (Name)'s look, he didn't like it

He didn't like it when (Name) was sad because of something, some might know (Name) as someone who liked to get attention, but she wasn't like that at all, (Name) was a sweet person, always trying to make everyone's day. others are amazing, he saw it first hand

"I don't consider you the villain" Suddenly Carpaccio says as he takes his hand and strokes (Name)'s hair, surprising her "For me you will never be a villain, even if you are one I wouldn't mind, you are a kind person who You enchanted me from our first meeting and after that day I could never even stop thinking about you, I often spent days without sleeping or eating properly just because I tried to find the reason why you were so captivating and without realizing it I started to get closer of you but I never found the answer until I realized that it was love and admiration for you that I felt" Carpaccio declares while bringing his forehead closer to (Name) without breaking eye contact

"And because of this love I felt also came the pain of seeing you cry or sad for something or someone who doesn't deserve your sadness, this made me realize why others fear love, because of the possibility of having a broken heart something I've never had" Carpaccio says, closing his eyes and then with his other hand holding (Name)'s hand gently, this act was making her blush even more along with the declaration of love "That's why I'm going to be honest with you.. ." Suddenly he moves away from (Name) without letting go of her hand and then he opens his eyes and looks at her

"Would you agree to go on a date with me?" He asks the question

(Name) was speechless... she didn't know how to react to this confession of love she received from her friend

That was a surprise in itself, one of the most beautiful boys at the academy declaring herself in a place forgotten by students and teachers at a bad time in her life.

"Carpaccio...." (Name) says "I'll be honest with you, I don't consider myself ready for a relationship at the moment" She says while still looking at Carpaccio for an answer

Carpaccio seems to shrink sadly but doesn't seem to admit it

"However, I want to be able to be prepared to have a relationship with you" She continues surprising Carpaccio "Even if you have always maintained a neutral expression or consider the people around you weak, I can still see a sweet side of you. For I know we can work this out, I don't know how but I feel like we can, but at the moment I'm not ready to have a relationship because it's already ended and it would be weird to start seeing someone after it ends" (Name) speak while Carpaccio has to agree with the last part "Not to mention we don't really know each other's preferences, and I don't want us to be in a relationship just for fun, I want it to be real!" She exclaim

"That's why I want to go on a date and get to know you better" (Name) finishes, surprising Carpaccio

".... So that's a yes to going out with me?" He asks, trying his best to hide his excitement.

"Yes!!" She exclaims with confidence

Carpaccio didn't seem to express it but his atmosphere showed that he was very happy that it could work, if he had a tail it would probably be swinging at a speed that exceeded the speed of light

(Name) couldn't help but laugh at the scene "Hey, so let's go on the date?" She asks as she stands up and faces Carpaccio, still sitting, then she extends her hand to him.

Carpaccio willingly takes her hand and gets up so they both leave the place ready to meet.

[x22817]

I'm using this blog mostly as a way to vent about both the good and the not so good.

If you'd like to listen to the not so good, here you go

Be warned

Is long

I am calling it. My family managed to undo years of training in one weekend. I am kind of stuck on what to do now.

I'm probably overreacting but in my defense she's never pulled me, like, actually pulled me before.

Long story short: my uncle passed, my father was not taking it well, and we flew home to go to the funeral and spend the weekend with family.

My mother is great. She knows the SD rules I have in place for Hek: she's labeled, she's working. Pretty simple. My mother will even body block people who don't listen to (one of the loudest people I have ever met) her tell them "don't distract her, she's working to keep my daughter safe" in her big scary momma bear voice.

My father is fucking horrible. I think sometimes his heart is in the right place because he will talk about how beautiful our relationship is and how he couldn't begin to comprehend the love and support we give each other (those could be quotes btw he actually sounds like that). But he doesn't understand service dog vs. any dog. Any time he desires he turns into a toddler. Full on grabby hands, high pitched "hiiiiiii pretty pretty pretty pretty" and just dives for Hek. Doesn't matter what I say or do. Needless to say, we don't see hin often for more than just this reason.

Now, on to the trip:

I texted into the family group chat (which is actually an email thread with like 300 people in it) that Hek was coming with me. I haven't seen anyone in 7 years for various reasons, so none of them have met Hek before. They were all incredibly supportive, knowledgeable, and respectful. I am so incredibly grateful for my family.

The trip itself was mixed. Hek was really, really stinking good. Going through the airport and TSA was a breeze. The first agent who patted us down actually squealed when he was given the task. His boss shouted from the other side of the room' "stay professional!"

We landed on Friday at noon. My parents wanted to go to the mall and then we would have dinner with some close family members. The mall was totally normal. No problems, nothing. Dinner was our first hiccup. Hek was on her bed next to me at the end of the table. My father felt compelled to say hi to Hek between courses. That's how everyone around us found out there was a service dog in the restaurant.

There were people who I had never met before because they were friends of my uncle who passed. None of them tried to fuck with Hek until we were getting ready to leave. All three of them made a super big scene all at once. They fuckin cornered Hek and I and all three of them came after her at once. None of them would listen to me, so I resorted to just trying to get out of the corner and create space. They fucking followed us. I had to drag Hek out from under one of the women who was fully hugging her around her stomach and ran into the bathroom. I was pissed. It stressed Hek out as much as it stressed me out!

Saturday morning we went into a church together for the first time. And we stood at the door for 45 minutes, greeting everyone who came to the funeral. It was fantastic. Hek did a down stay behind me the whole time. Most people didn't even notice her, and the few who did all confirmed she's working don't interact. She walked down the aisle with me to bring the offerings for the service, and everyone ooooed and awwwwwed. Still, no one fucked with her. This was mostly to prove to my father. I could do it because he didn't believe I could hold the water and wine while the leash at the same time. I used the cross body hands free that I dislike just because my regular one didn't look nice on my outfit. Yes, I'm apparently turning into a girly girl.

Moving on to the reception at my aunt's house. Everything was fine until about 2 hours in. My father's best friend, a complete asshole, showed up. I did my best to steer clear, but he cornered us before he left. He never said a word to me. He just went straight for Hek. I body slammed this man who is likely three times my size. I already wasn't feeling well, and I already don't like this guy. Hek did react to this by getting up to alert to me, sitting in front of me. He took it as his opportunity to bear hug her? I swear if he was anyone else, I would have grabbed his head and kneed him in the nose. Instead, I grabbed him by the shoulder and basically shoved him off my poor dear Bean.

What the fuck?!?

The final instance for the weekend was at dinner that evening. Another friend of my uncles showed up late. Hek and I were sitting at the end of the table. There was a little nook that I stuck her bed in, so she wasn't under the table, but she also wasn't in anyone's way. This man started making a scene as soon as he saw Hek from the other end of the hallway. By the time he got to Hek and I, my mother was standing, blocking his way. She did all the things I would have done (praise this woman). He says he understands and goes to sit down. Later on, he goes to the bathroom. I am eyeballing him on his way back down the hall because he is looking at Hek, still making noises, and holding his hand out to get her to sniff it (yes from like 15 feet away all the way down the hallway walling up to the table). When he gets close enough, I don't have to yell through the restaurant, I tell him to please stop, and she is still working. He complains but doesn't get much closer. I am very aware of this guy when we all get up to leave. I keep him on the other side of the whole group. We make it to the front of the restaurant while our party is in the process of walking out the doors he turns around, gets down on his knees, and starts walking on all fours toward Hek. I, and everyone else, is in shock for his first few steps, and he is practically throwing himself at her. I just pull her away from him but he does get to grab her harness.

WHAT THE FUCK

Sunday was fine. No family interactions. We flew home after sitting at the airport for about 4 hours. She did get goofy being pat down through TSA but that was really it.

Now, here is where our problems are showing:

A few days ago, I went to book club. It's at a bar. Hek was laying at my feet when some guy from across the table realized she was there and got down on all fours and crawled under the table to pat her. She broke her down stay on her bed. She came right back and laid down again when I told her to. But still.

Today, we were out for a walk. We walked past the apartment complex office, and one of the girls who I am friends with in there poked her head out to say hi. She said hi to Hek as she always does. But. Hek fucking pulled me to her. And then she proceeded to jump on her. Didn't respond to verbal commands, didn't respond to tugs. This is what prompted me to write this up.

I don't know what to do.

I am genuinely thinking about getting a martingale collar. This is mostly because I can not hold her with my hands when she pulls like that. We go for regular sniffy walks on a 6' regular leash. When working, she is on the hands free. Either way, I am genuinely considering doing this. I already have a 1' flat collar that she responds to very well in case of an emergency (yes that's what I'm calling this).

We did go out yesterday evening to our Kroger to get treats. She was perfectly fine. Ignored people, all that regular shit.

Today, on our longer afternoon walk, she actually pulled toward (albeit a very very reactive) dog on the other side of the street. Once again, didn't respond to verbal anything, didn't respond to tugs until the very end.

While we were out in Mass we went on hikes every day (see previous posts) and I had her off leash. No problems. We saw wildlife, perfect recall. We saw other people, perfect recall. We saw LOTS of dogs, perfect recall. I didn't even carry treats?!? It was super duper early in the mornings and I straight up forgot. Not a problem.

Idk wtf to do. Idk wtf to think. Idk if I'm overreacting or what. I feel like we lived in a really nice and polite bubble for so long. Hek grew up on a college campus, but it was like a dream. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was so kind and respectful. We never, ever, had anyone try to fuck with us.

I have heard of stories like these online. But they've never happened to us before. I know a big part of it is that we honestly don't go out in public a ton. Especially since I graduated, we hardly go anywhere except the grocery store.

[vibratingskull]

Sugar daddy Thrawn

ThrawnxF!reader

Is not interested by your age, could totally go for a baby older than him (even if that defeat the purpose)

You're here to keep him company, but you have to be pro-active and actually be curious about his interests. If you're here only for the money he will lose interest instantly.

Didn't use a website to meet his baby, he actually met you at an art galery : you asked him a question about one piece and you actually listen to him rent for a solid hour and a half about it, even took some notes and references. You took a coffee together to prolong this agreeable conversation and he learns you got some money problems recently

Have so much money that he just... gave you the amount you needed? Why? Because you listened and you were really polite and indulged him in his fancy

You, on the other hand, were dead ass serious about paying him back so you exchanged numbers and it trinckles down from here.

It starts pretty little at first and grows from here : he saw a book you might like and buys it, then its a nice dress, then its a jewelry, then it's a collar with actual diamonds, ect...

Of course he will pay for your studies, education is so important after all, what man he would be if he deprived you of that? Don't have the money for an apartment and aren't keen on the colocations at uni? Don't worry, he will find you a very nice place to live in, he will rent it obviously.

What does he ask in exchange? Not so much, just you accompanying him at exhibitions, he just wants to talk to an other art afficionado

One day he calls you because a super select party for the upper hand of Coruscant demands he comes accompanied. Would you be a doll and appear at his arm? He will pay you a nice dress for the occasion.

He ends up paying you several dresses, as much shoes, perfume and a complete sets of jewelry with big shiny diamonds Was it too much? Probaly. Did you refuse? No.

You walked in the grand room holding on to his arm, all doll up and pretty. He presented you his "friends" and extended your network. You walk out with stars in the eyes.

Is it because he felt exceptionnally lonely that night? This is the night he kissed you for the first time and took you to bed.

It was mind blowing, pretty much ruined you for any other man.

It then became a habit, he treats you to a nice dinner with a nice gift, then he fucks you whole night.

You very much don't complain. You got a friend, expensive gifts and a good lay in one go!

But's it's not always rose and shiny...

You're here to listen to him vents about his colleagues and subordinates, about what went wrong in his campaing, about his fears for the future, ect... You have to tell him everything will be okay with your head on his chest, slowly caressing him with the tip of your fingers, hum him a tune, say to him you will remain with him whatever happens, that you'll be waiting for his return whenever it is... He sleeps with you pressed tighly against him, embracing you.

He cheats on his solitude with you, he got so little time to spend with you he has to make the most of it.

Actually met your parents, they now know him as the really nice gentleman that helped you for your studies, nothing suspicious here.

Really likes to fuck you in all your jewelry, it's so beautiful so see your tits bounce in so much shiny pearls and diamonds.

Calls you "pearl", "doll", "treasure" and, yes, "baby" or any equivalent in Cheuhn.

Personally decorated your flat with only the finest of arts.

You always go to your apartment or a hotel, you never got to see his place.

Doesn't really realize he's a sugar daddy? To him you're a valuable friend he likes to fuck and buy stuff for and you don't have the heart to tell him.

You would remain with him even without all that, that is just a nice plus.

Is not ashamed to hold your hand, even in public. Is proud to have you at his side.

@al-astakbar this is your fault I have those ideas rotting my brain!

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay

[kindheart525]

could you tell us more about Ell and Gio?

I’ll tell you how they got together!

As I have established before, Ell and Giorno have been best friends since childhood. What started as them racing each other through the Smiling Friends headquarters led to them spending time together in everything else they did and becoming close with each other’s families. But for a time, if you suggested to either of them that they could be a good couple, they would have laughed in your face. Ew, that’s practically my family! Boys and girls can be just friends!

But puberty changed things.

Gio was very popular with the girls as a teen. They found him attractive, funny, and charismatic, all traits Ell also admired about him as her best friend. But…she started to feel different around him. On the outside she laughed and joked with him and even acted as his wing-girl, because she really was happy for him. But on the inside was a feeling she couldn’t place. Every time he talked about a new girl that caught his interest she felt a little pang inside, like she was somehow losing him. But she wasn’t, they still spent every day together! Their friendship remained as strong as ever. What was wrong with her?

Ell was jealous.

She wanted to lose her shit and cling onto Gio sometimes. She craved his attention when they were together and couldn’t stop thinking about him when they were apart. The girls he picked were beautiful, the kind that she would have loved too if she wasn’t so fixated on Gio. She couldn’t blame him for pursuing them and she couldn’t blame them for pining after him too. She could see why they loved him. That was her problem, she loved him too, but she couldn’t have him. Not in that way.

The hormones eventually subsided and the angst between them cleared up, but the two never lost their deep fondness for each other. Giorno continued to date and Ell, too, moved on to other guys and gals. They volunteered as each other’s wing-critters, helping each other get dates and picking each other up whenever one went through a breakup or rejection. They had a system that worked for them.

But feelings still bubbled under the surface.

Here they are, both fresh out of bad dates, ruminating together. Venting to each other as any best friend pair does, but they let stuff slip that blurs the lines of platonic relationships. Stuff like:

“His family fucking sucks, it’s like his mom is in love with him. If I got married I’d rather have in laws more like your family.”

"She did fun stuff with me but she didn’t know how to joke around. I couldn’t really mess with her and I missed having someone mess with me too. You know, like we make each other laugh our asses off all the time. I want that.”

"That discussion would have been so much easier if I was having it with you.”

Oh to be a fly on that wall!

They're just so in-tune with each other. Sure, they've had their conflicts as friends, but the miscommunications that plagued many of their other relationships never happen with them because they just get each other. Not that their love for their other partners wasn't real, but when things didn't work out they always found themselves thinking of how much easier it would be if that person understood them as well as their best friend did.

Ell and Gio say all this then just stare at each other, the words lingering in the air, the air is still but flowing all at once

Then Ell reaches over and squeezes his muscular man booby

"Ok do you think we should date then?” “No mate I’m squeezing your boobs platonically—what do you think? Of course I do!”

Oh Gio your muscles are bigger than your brain but we still love you

And the rest is history! After a period of dating and finally getting to enjoy each other as a couple, they didn't take long to get married and start popping out kids. Plenty of couples at their wedding talk about "marrying your best friend" but these two really meant it, which is what makes them such a great team in whatever life throws at them

[mrs-monaghan]

I'm a jikooker and I'm done with the narrative change few bloggers here are doing remarks bday because somehow Jimin couldn't meet JK on his bday and they don't wanna accept that. It's exhausting af. Bloggers especially Kanmom already said JK was busy ON THE day of his bday and Mingyu may have met him at company..now that JK already confirmed he didn't went to work and was lying all day, they are changing their narrative to JK being busy on 31st, which he was and Mingyu went to meet him at home. In both cases according to what Jimin said its crystal clear he didn't saw JK on his bday and WHY ARE WE NOT ACCEPTING IT ???? ok, he used to meet JK for all his previous bdays and ? Does that make Jimin not meeting JK for his 2023 bdah impossible? NOPE.

If he saw JK he would've said i saw him yesterday/today (LIKE HE SAID HE COULDN'T MEET JOON FOR HIS LAST BDAY SO HE DOESNT HAVE ANY PROBLEM IN SHARING WHETHER HE MET OR DIDNT MET MEMBERS FOR THEIR BDAYS). But that didn't happened, He spoke to JK on 31st night and that's it, accept it already. Twitter jikookers already accepted it while bloggers here are still writing essays on how Jimin met JK, when we have ZERO evidence. Is Jm meeting JK for bday, the reason yall believe in Jikook? Now if one day JK come live and say he didn't saw Jimin, then what ? Will they change their narratives again???? "Oh I don't see my partner on bday either" "it's not that deep for long term relationship" they will say, as if now they are not dying on the hill to prove Jimin saw JK 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Can I ask why tf this is so important ? I haven't seen Jkkrs being this invested in what JK does for Jimin's bday. Some years he didn't even wished jimin on sm let alone seeing or giving him gifts..so why is it only Jimin held to a high standards ? In 2021 bday live he said his gift is being shipped and Jimin immediately called out for saying things on cam but not actually gifting him anything. Please stop this clownery when we don't have any evidence in Jimin meeting JK on 1st. If anything, as of now it seems like all Jimin did was to call JK on 31st. And that's OK

My question is why the fuck are you so damn angry?? Also you are venting to the wrong blogger 😂😂 because Jikook did see each other and spend time together during JK's birthday. Out of the 30% of what members tell us, they are leaving out 70%

Mans had just dropped one hell of a loud picture then went live on JK's birthday after setting his watch to Jungkook day. I won't hold it against him for not adding spending time with JK ontop of that. It would have been alot. And unfortunately we don't have a Jin to go quiz JK about who did or didn't visit him.

Sorry anon, but I am among the bloggers you are frustrated with. From my knowledge of Jikook, they wouldn't miss each other's birthdays especially since they were both in Seoul during it.

IF JK or Jimin one day come out and say that they weren't together then fine. But as it stands I'm afraid I believe, they kept up their tradition.

Sorry to disappoint

[ghoulette-knell]

Ghost B.C Kinktober:

October 3rd 🎃🔞

Prompt: Monster AU

Warnings: Siren song attraction; Dom!Rain; virgin(reader); friends to lovers; oral (f receiving); fingering; delayed penetration (sequel chapter down the line??? I think so).

Rain

Fem!Reader

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Word Count: 2,189

The ministry had a very secluded spot. A very beautiful spot. A spot that only you and Rain knew about. You had had a very hard day in particular, and decided to go to this secluded spot to unwind.

The secluded spot was yours and Rain’s haven. The two of you would often come to this place and spill all of your problems out to one another to vent, spend time together, and create an everlasting friendship with the man who means the most to you.

You have always had feelings for Rain, that would never change. You were too much of a coward to tell him how you felt, and you knew Rain was too shy to tell you how he felt. You weren’t stupid— you knew you had Rain wrapped around your little finger just as much as he had you wrapped around his.

You had gone to this secret place today alone, and you hadn’t anticipated Rain to be there already when you pushed past the hanging vines that blocked the walkway. As you dipped further into the safe haven from the ministry, something caught your eye.

In yours and Rain’s space, there was a lovely pond, untouched by humanity. The two of you would often go swimming after hard days of practice with the ministry’s band, Ghost. The water would always soothe your over-used muscles. In this pond however, you saw someone, or something that you didn’t recognize.

“How did you find this place?” you hissed while walking up to the unknown creature… which was when you realized the ‘person’ you were talking to wasn’t a person at all.

The moon illuminated down into the water, and you began shaking from fear. There was some kind of aquatic monster swimming in your pond… a siren!

You backed away, a small scream leaving your mouth as the creature frantically tried to climb on shore, “(Y/N)! Calm down! I won’t hurt you, I promise! It’s Rain!”

You felt the creatures claws grip your arm as it struggled to climb on land. Another scream left your mouth as blood began to cloud your vision.

‘This was it!’ your mind was telling you, ‘This is where I die!’

“It’s Rain,” the creature said with a calmer tone as it noticed how deathly afraid of it I was, “(Y/N), listen to me. I’m Rain. I won’t hurt you.”

That was when you noticed how gentle the siren was being while holding your arm. It’s claws weren’t digging into your skin; forcing you to stay. It’s touch was loving.

“R-Rain?” you asked slowly while looking up into the siren’s eyes, “What do you mean you’re Rain? Rain is my best friend. He would tell me if he was a… a monster! This is one of your siren song tricks to get me to stay with you!”

Your fear enveloped into anger as you yanked your arm from the apparent Rain’s hands while backing away.

“(Y/N),” the beast said while taking a cautious step backwards, “I know things about you that someone who had never spoken to you before wouldn’t know. I know you love to make me flower crowns when we sit here on nice summer days. I know your most favourite food is fried eggs with toast, but only if it’s me who’s cooked them for you. You hate eggs otherwise.”

He takes a deep breath and continues. For some reason, you’re beginning to believe him.

“I know, although you’re a demon from Hell, you’re terribly afraid of the dark. I know you love to listen to classical music while you do house chores. I also know I won’t be able to live with myself if you walk away from me right now. Please, (Y/N). Believe me.”

Tears pooled in your eyes as you took a step closer to the siren… to Rain. Your hand reached out and touched his scaly cheek; him leaning into the touch.

“You should also know how much I love you,” you whispered while wrapping him into a hug, “Why didn’t you tell me about this? You know I would still be your friend and love you all the same.”

Rain shuddered as a sob threatened to leave his mouth. You shushed him and pressed a reassuring kiss to his cheek.

“You’re so important to me,” the water ghoul whispered while slowly leaving the hug, “I couldn’t risk losing our friendship. I was worried you wouldn’t understand my transformations. If I could control them, I would. I’m so sorry.”

You sighed lovingly and pressed your lips against his. You didn’t expect yourself to do something like this, but you knew Rain needed you right now.

“Please don’t apologize,” you whispered while wrapping your arms around his neck, “You’re still my Rain.”

His scaly arms cupped your face and suddenly kissed you. You squeaked from surprise, but you didn’t struggle. You drifted deeper into the kiss; your eyes fluttering closed as you felt the water ghoul begin to ravenously make love to your lips.

“I’m so pleased that my secret won’t ruin our friendship,” the man whispered while sinking back down into the fresh, clean pond. His hand was clasped to yours as he carefully brought you into the water with him.

Rain looked elegant as he was fully submerged in water. His scales glowed brightly against the water which caused a smile to flow to your lips.

You held your arms out to him and motioned for him to come over to you. He did as requested; splashing over and into your arms.

“I meant what I said earlier, you know? About how I love you,” you whispered while pressing your lips to Rain’s once more, “This whole siren thing has made me realize it, and it made me realize how much I love you no matter what you are or what you do. Rain, please love me the way I want to love you.”

The siren grinned a fanged smirk and pressed his lips hungrily to yours, “I’ve always loved you, (Y/N). I can’t put into words how much you mean to me, and how much it means to me that you love me back… that you love me for who I am.”

Rain’s webbed hands made their way up and under your soaked shirt. Your eyes filled with nervousness as he did this, which caused the water ghoul to hesitate.

“Is this okay?” he asked carefully while removing his hands from your shirt.

You inhaled slightly, took a few seconds, then nodded, “Of course, Rain. I’ve… Ive just never done anything like this before.”

Shock and disbelief washed over Rain’s face as he registered what you were insinuated, “You’re a virgin?” he whispered as a small smile rose to his lips.

You blushed from embarrassment, “Yes. I’ve never met anyone who I was willing to give something as special as my purity to. That is, until I met you.”

Now it was the siren’s turn to blush. His scaly hands returned to your stomach as he rubbed your soft skin carefully.

“I’ll take good care of you, princess.”

You knew he would. The water ghoul slowly began allowing his hands to head under your shirt; his fingers grazing lovingly against your soft skin before settling firmly against your breasts.

You squeaked suddenly at the new sensations that were flowing through you. Rain’s careful fingers were softly massaging your hardening nipples; his teeth softly nibbling against your skin as goosebumps began to appear.

Although you were submerged in the pond up to your chest, you could feel yourself getting wet. It wasn’t just the pond water— it was arousal.

“R-Rain,” you whispered while kissing down his jawline. You were a little embarrassed to ask Rain this impending question.

The ghoul cupped your face lovingly; his amber eyes gazing into yours, “Yes, my love?”

A blush appeared on your cheeks at the pet name. You nervously grabbed Rain’s hand, suddenly bashful. You cleared your throat, “Is it bad to say that I really want you right now. I want everything of yours.”

Your eyes pointed down at his soaked pants. You wanted his everything. His love, and ultimately, his cock.

A devious smile appeared on Rain’s lips as he realized what you meant. The ghoul nodded and kissed you deeply, “There’s nothing wrong with that. I’m absolutely honoured you’re willing to allow me to be your first time.”

Rain gripped your hand lovingly and began leading you towards the shore. You were confused by this for a moment, that was until you realized his intentions. The ghoul was eyeing a flat rock on the shore; the perfect place to breed someone who can’t breathe underwater, unlike himself.

“The rock should be warm. The sun just sat,” Rain whispered quietly while helping you sit up on the rock, “It won’t be too cold on your bare skin.”

You pressed your lips to Rain’s once more. He was truly the sweetest man; always worried about your comfort levels.

“Thank you, sweetheart. This is perfect.”

Without another word, you slowly began to slip your soaked t-shirt over your head. Rain’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw your hardening nipples through the soaked fabric of your bra. The eager ghoul began pawing at his sex from underneath the water.

“You’re so perfect. So gorgeous.”

You blushed wildly while removing your bra. Rain quickly swam over and began attacking your breasts with loving kissed, bites, and sucks.

You let Rain completely take control. You’d never seen this side of the ghoul before, and you actually enjoyed it. Rain was usually shy and rarely even spoke. There was no way you could’ve ever guessed that Rain would be as dominant and confident in himself as he actually was.

“S-Shit,” you mumbled out while beginning to lay down on the rock; the siren climbing up to meet you as you did so.

His sharpened fangs began to draw a little blood from your sensitive breasts, but you didn’t mind. This actually made the whole act all that sexier.

As Rain continued to kiss and pleasure your breasts, one of his scaled hands made their way down and into your pants.

You hissed in pleasure as one of his webbed hands gracefully brushed your swollen clit; a hand going up to your mouth to silence yourself.

“Feels good?” Rain questioned against your supple skin as he continued to pleasure your clit and breasts both.

You mumbled incoherently into your hand that covered your mouth. Rain just snickered, knowing that was a ‘yes.’

You began to feel a slight pain in your abdomen; an unorthodox pain. It was pleasurable and painful.

Rain smirked in understanding as saw your face begin to contort into multiple different emotions. He decided to speed up the process as he realized you were about to experience your first orgasm from another person.

His webbed fingers dipped into your willing pussy and turned up, causing a scream of pleasure to leave your covered mouth. The siren giggled against your tits as his tongue flicked eagerly over your hard nipple.

“You’re so tight around my fingers, baby. I don’t know if you could handle my cock just yet.”

You groaned in annoyance at that, “I could absolutely take you.”

As you began to talk back, the siren added another finger into your swollen sex, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head. He then began to thrust his fingers rhythmically into your cunt,

“Don’t talk back to me. I know what’s best for my princess.”

You just nodded your head as wave after wave of pleasure wracked your body. Rain had his pointer, middle, and ring finger inside of your swollen sex. He continued to pump them eagerly inside of you as his thumb made its way up to your clit. He multitasked between massaging your eager clit and thrusting inside of you.

“F-F-Fuck!” you hissed, slamming your eyes shut from Rain’s incredible power over you. You were putty when you were with the ghoul, and he knew it.

“Cum for me, baby,” he hissed while bringing his lips back to yours, “I want to make you feel good. Cum for me.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the siren gave you permission to experience an orgasm. It was heavenly. Your whole body shook from head to toe, as if all of the muscles in your body decided to seize all at once.

A loud, pornographic moan left your swollen lips. Rain immediately placed his fanged mouth over yours; absorbing your screams into his mouth.

As you came down from your high, Rain couldn’t help but lick your slick off his hands in a very slow, seductive manner; his eyes never leaving yours.

“That was amazing,” you whispered while bringing your lips to his. You could taste your juices on his lips, which made everything so much hotter.

Rain smiled softly and laid down on the rock beside you, “I’m glad you enjoyed, princess. Next time we meet, you get to pleasure me. You had your fun.”

You giggled and curled up into his side, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Fine by me. I’m getting your cock inside of me next time. There’s no debate.”

“I won’t argue with that.”