#and. hmm. im trying to think if there are any others i would count in that class of characters. the exclusive little club...

[orcelito]

Tales of Arise is the game of all time

Proof: this face on Dohalim ^

Also these scenery pics I took. This game is really beautiful

[thinkinonsense]

old!logan and his obsession with the cute diner girl *mdni

a/n: this is my first attempt at writing something smutty so if it sucks im sorry lmao also if any writers have any tips please share! :)

logan has been around for long enough to know when a woman is attracted to him. there was a certain essence given off that was always a dead giveaway. usually it came from women close to the age he looked like and it tended to be brief moments of lust before all hope was lost. this was until he met you.

the pretty young girl working at the diner during her time off from college. everyday, he came in and ordered a black coffee. the coffee wasn't even that good but logan would spend two dollars every single day of his life if it came with the view of you bending over in that tiny uniform skirt.

logan would watch you for hours while he drank and skimmed the news paper alone in a booth. your hair was always up in either a ponytail or held together with a hair clip. he loved seeing your pretty handwriting as you scribbled on your notepad, taking orders. it was part of your job to be nice to everyone but you were especially nice to him. even your friends began to notice how you would linger by his table, constantly topping off his coffee mug and making small talk; sometimes giving him a slice of cherry pie on the house.

"don't you think he's kinda old for you?" one of your friends whispers to you behind the counter.

it's stung but you suppose she had a point. what would a man old enough to be your father want with a young wild girl like yourself?

"i-i guess so?" you stuttered, embarrassed at your previous attempt at flirting with him.

the rest of the night, you hoped he would leave before close so you could have some time alone with your feelings. summer was almost over and you would go back to the city soon. it was time to forget these silly fantasizes.

by ten, all the other waitresses went home except you, the older woman in the back who counted the drawer every night, and a few of the cooks. the only customer still there was logan. he flipped through one of the books he brought with him; still sipping away at that damn coffee.

"isn't it getting a little late for you, sweetheart?" he asked nonchalantly, not even looking up at you as you bent over to scrub the table next to his. the fifth table you've cleaned in the last hour and the second time you've cleaned that specific table. logan noticed but you didn't.

"need the hours." you mumble, frustrated by a stubborn stain. all logan could focus on was your scrunched nose and how your tight top pushed your boobs together just right for his viewing. "college is fucking expensive plus grants and scholarships only cover so much."

"hmm.." logan grunts. grants? scholarship? what a goody fucking two shoes, logan thought to himself. "if you bring me piece of pie, i think i can help you out."

you lean off the table and go get what's left in the glass container. it's probably a little hard so you definitely didn't plan on charging him for it. you sit the plate down in front of him and before you could turn around to walk away, logan reaches for your wrist softly.

"join me." he offers.

you knew you shouldn't but what was really the harm? at least your friends weren't here to make fun of you. the radio played quietly on an older station while you watched logan take a bite of the pie.

"why did your friends leave you here alone?" he asked, watching your face turn sour at the memory of them.

"don't wanna talk about it." your voice was small in the empty diner.

"why? think an old man like me can't relate to it?" logan chuckles. your thighs squeeze together without thinking. so much for not embarrassing yourself.

"no, no, not that." you shake your head and a strand of hair falls from your bun. "just sort of juvenile, you know?"

logan could tell that you were trying to come off more mature around him. you didn't want him to see you as some college kid.

"juvenile, how?" he eggs on, pushing down his glasses a bit.

god, those glasses got to you; and logan knew it.

"they don't understand how i feel about someone." you sigh.

"how do you feel about this person?" logan noticed you now avoiding his gaze, not liking it one bit. "eyes on me, princess."

the nickname caught you off guard like a dear in headlight; blinking and trembling up at logan. something logan enjoyed very much and could get used to.

"it's not important, just some stupid crush." you lie through your teeth. "they will forget about me in a month."

"why don't you think it'll work?" he cocks his head to the side a bit. "you're a pretty young thing, dollface. anyone of those college boys would be lucky to be wrapped around your little finger."

"i don't want college boys." you mumble, slightly annoyed by the memory of your friends.

logan felt himself getting hard at you admitting you had a taste for someone older. his eyes grew dark as he leaned in a little over the table.

"then what do you want?"

your moment to answer was interrupted by the older woman from the back, releasing you to go home for the evening. this was your chance to get up and leave before you admitted anything else that you would regret.

both of you stood up. logan threw down some cash while you went to collect your stuff behind the counter.

"i'll see you tomorrow, lo-"

"you didn't answer the question."

"i must go now if i want to catch the last train."

logan worried about you taking the train back to your apartment alone this late at night. usually you drive back but your car has been in the shop for almost three days now. he would watch you get to your car every night to make sure you were safe.

"i can drive you home." logan offers.

you shouldn't be this excited to be sitting in a strangers truck alone at night but here you were. the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before logan brought up the conversation from the diner again. what did you even want?

"i want someone who understands me..." you begin rattling off the first things that come to mind when you notice logan's hand on your knee. you don't dare move.

"someone who is responsible..." with every word, his hand creeps higher and higher up your skirt. logan is more than pleased when he notices your legs spread on their own.

"someone who is m-mature..." logan's fingers inch towards the delicate skin of your inner thigh. there's no way this was happening, you thought as his index finger plays with the lace on the center of your pink underwear. he smirked at the wet spot front and center, waiting for him.

"treats me r-r-right." every word was a struggle to form as he stroked you softly. back and forth. back and forth.

logan nods along, not letting up down below. his index finger hooks onto your underwear, pulling it aside. you weren't even sure if you were breathing at this point; all this teasing was torture.

"p-p-please, logan..." you whine. "touch me."

his thumb rubs tiny circles on your button, adoring the way his name pours from your glossy lips. your hands fly to his wrists, needing more; nails digging into his skin in the most delicious way.

"where did this greediness come from?" logan groans, dipping his index finger inside of you. "what happened to that good girl from the diner?"

logan's finger barely fit in the tight space. your head fell back and a loud moan escaped you.

"oh, you weren't letting those college boys touch you at all, huh?" logan mocks, adding another finger and creating a steady pace.

"n-no!" you whine, lifting your hips a little.

"you were waiting for a real man to have his way with you, isn't that right, pretty girl?" he growls, pushing your hips back down.

you completely missed logan pulling off to the side of the road until now. his pace increases becoming rather rough now that he isn't driving. logan leaves deep purple bruises down your neck and across your chest, praising you to no end until you gush around his fingers, completely soaking his palm.

your heart pounded like you had just finished a marathon. logan allowed you to catch your breath as he carefully removed his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth to lick clean. he can feel your dazy eyes staring at him as he does so, making a real show of it.

"i've been wanting to do that for months now." he admits with a smirk.

"me too." you said, leaning forward and pulling him into a kiss; tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. logan wraps his hands around your hair, pulling you back a little when another moan falls from your lips.

"and we aren't even close to being done."

[mysicklove]

megumi & mouth inspections

fuck guys u know how weird i am about my inspections/mouth kinks 😔😔

cw: aged up character, weird stuff, drool, gagging, mentions of yuuji x megumi (reader is just being a tease), implications of anal fingering, unedited bc i am lazy and have hw to do

"I didn't do anything, I swear!" the dark haired man bites, glaring at you from beneath his long eyelashes. You press his cheeks together, pinning his jaw in between your thumb and pointer finger. He wears a pink twinge on his face, humiliated by the position he is in. But you find it cute, so you dont release your hold, no matter how much he squirms.

You frown at your boyfriend, shaking your head. "You were gone all day; how am I to believe you? You're lucky I am not checking your other hole for any signs of abuse." He fumes a dark red at this, blinking owlishly at the lewd words and gripping at his pants.

You knew Megumi would never dare to find another, but he found himself aroused by you being possessive over him, so these type of things were common between the two of you.

"Open your mouth."

He pauses for a minute, looking away, before cringing when you press harder on his jaw, close to bruising his poor pale skin. Then ever so slightly, the man opens his mouth, barely glancing at you.

You dig two of your fingers into his mouth immediately, and his eyes fly open in shock, gagging from how quick you put them in. They trail along his teeth as if to count each of his molars, and you press your thumbs on his gums.

When you peer back at his face, your lover has tears in his eyes, a natural response to be prodded and poked at. They are glassy and big and he tries to scowl at you, hating the uncomfortable sensation, but he cant seem to do it correctly. And so, he just waits, gripping onto your forearm while you continue to play with his mouth. He prays he doesnt drool, too much at least.

Your two digits go deeper into his mouth, now focusing on the roof of it. He gags and is forced to follow your fingers as they tilt his chin upward.

"Thats it," you murmur, dramatically trying to peer into his mouth like you really could see if anything was amiss. His eyes hold a glaze to them, satified at having his small oral fixation fufilled. You dont miss the way he tries to badically suck on your fingers

When you grow bored of the top of his mouth, you move alon to press your now saliva coated fingers onto his tongue. Then, your eyes flicker to his dark ones. "You have kept your tongue to yourself, hmm?"

He always kissed with a little too much tongue when he gets desperate enough, and so at the implication he blushes and tries to shake his head, but it only makes him choke a cough. "Y-Yes, pwomise!"

"Good boy. Y'know I cant be too sure, especially with the way Itadori has been eyeing you..."

He whines, loud and dramatic, before trying once agains to shake his head. Drool begins to dribble down his chin and you eye it but make no move to wipe it off - he looks prettier when he is a mess. "Hes not!" Megumi warbles, being geniune. He didnt even know if his best friend even liked men in that way. You were just trying to get a rise out of him.

"Im not so sure," you sigh, finally pulling your fingers away. Megumi immediately begins to heave, finally getting his precious oxygen back. He wipes his tears, and then his mouth, before gulping and looking back at you.

You go silent for a moment, thinking about something, and the man begins to squirm. "I think I need to do a full body check."

The tips of his ear burns and he shakes his head. "N-No, I-I-. Your not going to...."

You grin at him, pressing your lips to his saliva coated ones before pulling away and saying, "Turn around Megumi."

[euphoricfilter]

pt 3 smut for yandere mafia yoongi please!

consumed by you:

pairing: yandere! yoongi x f. reader

genres: fluff || smut || non-idol au || mafia au || yandere au || established relationship

summary: yoongi is finally home and you have a special way of showing him how much you missed him

word count: i wrote on tumblr for once so idk 🕺

tags/ warnings: fluff, pwp, smut in the forms of; hand job, fingering, oral (very brief: m. receiving), titty sucking, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid, this is fiction), creampie, cum play,

notes: im somewhat getting back into writing, so finally here’s the third installment of the yandere yoongi drabbles!! it’s months late but it’s my page so what are you gonna do about it ‼️

this can be read as a stand-alone!!

other drabbles for this series: how time has changed you || it’s all in your head

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

a week.

it had been a whole week, seven wretched days, and 168 full hours since yoongi had seen you. and even then, when he’d gotten home, and taken a slow peek into your room, you’d been asleep. ever so soft, curled up beneath an array of blankets, edges of your bed bordered off with pillows and plushies and all the soft things you loved.

soft things that built up a wall to protect you from all the bad that awoke when the sun would set, and laze in the darkness.

and maybe that’s why yoongi chooses to close your bedroom door, and decides that he’ll let you sleep in your own bed tonight. because some days he thinks you forget that he’s worse than the monsters you fear sleep under your bed, or the beady eyes that peek through the cracks in the closet.

he’s sluggish as he showers, lethargic, irritated, and ready to sleep for most of the morning before he wakes and smothers you with a weeks worth of love.

it’s when he’s sat up in bed, there’s a light knock at his door. heart rate skipping at the flitting sound.

��come in” he calls out, running a hand over his face.

his gaze falls onto you, head peeking into his room; hair mused and eyes heavy with lingering sleep. but even then, yoongi thinks he sees a halo surrounding you, a warm little glow like a precious little angel toeing past the lines of sin.

“yoonie?” you slip past his door, pushing it shut with the tips of your fingers.

“hmm?” he hums, beckoning you closer with a cock of his head.

the velvet blanket you have tucked under your arm drags across the carpet as you slink closer.

you barely make a fuss when his fingers wrap around you wrist, tugging you down until you’re laid belly down over his lap; legs hung over the edge of the bed.

his hands trail up the expanse of your back, gentle motion tugging your night dress further up your thighs. an unintentional tease that has him changing his motions.

the tips of his fingers explore further down your body, skimming over the backs of your thighs, easing over the swell of your cheeks.

you wriggle, soft whine barely making its way past your lips when his hands drag up the hem of your dress over the curve of your ass.

something feral— something raw claws it’s way through his chest when he sees you’re not wearing any panties.

“don’t tease” you turn your head, cheek resting against the sheets as you try and catch a glimpse of your boyfriend. the scar across his face illuminated by the light of the lamp.

he’d always been so pretty. so pretty and rough, and soft and rigid. a living contraction it had your mind spinning, spiraling so fast really all you could think of was him.

yoongi hums when your fingers dip below the sheets, tracing the waistband of his underwear. nails tickling the bare skin of his stomach before dipping that slight bit lower.

“now you’re the one teasing” he inches his fingers closer to your pussy, thumb parting your folds. already so wet and slick, awfully amusing considering he’d barely had his way with you yet.

“sorry” you murmur, eyes flitting across his face as you dip past his underwear. tips of your fingers nudging against the base of his cock.

you trail up his length before pulling the sheets down and then his underwear, hard cock slapping wet against his stomach.

yoongi’s head tips back, uncoordinated as his thumb dips ever so slightly into your cunt; your thighs twitching at the unexpected intrusion.

you spit onto the palm of your hand, eyes meeting yoongi’s as you wrap your fingers back around his shaft.

“good girl” a smile pulls onto his lips, reward coming as two fingers slipping into your pussy, curling over your sweet-spot.

you squeeze his length, hips rutting back into his fingers.

“hold on” you bat his hand away from your cunt, sliding off his lap onto your knees on the floor.

yoongi cocks his head to the side, “you don’t know what you do to me, when you get on your knees like that, my love”

you wet your bottom lip, a smile toying at the corners of your lips. balancing your elbow on the edge of the bed, your free hand takes hold of yoongi’s hard cock.

he simply watches you, watches as you trace the tip of cock over your bottom lip. how your gentle tongue slips past the petals of your mouth, swallowing down his precum and then letting your saliva dribble down his length.

his hand covers yours at the base of his length, tapping the tip against your bottom lip.

your jaw falls open, blinking up at yoongi through your lashes. his free hand tangles into your hair, pulling you down to feed his cock into your awaiting mouth.

your fingers dig into the meat of his thigh, eyes falling shut as you sink further down his length.

he pulls you up, tip resting on your tongue. barely having to guide you as you take him back into your mouth.

your lips close around his cock, sharp intake of air filling your lungs through your nose as his cock-head pushes into the back of your throat. squeezing it’s way into your windpipe.

you hum, thighs squeezing together, clit throbbing with an incessant want as you drool over yoongi’s cock. the mere act of being stuffed so full of him sending you reeling.

he groans, a little mean as he tries to get the last few inches into your mouth, your throat swallowing as you try and take him further.

you pull off with a dry heave. “s’ too much” you whine, kissing over his slit.

“yeah?” he murmurs, pushing your hair from your forehead, “all your holes are too small for my cock, huh?”

you shake your head, “not true” you suckle at his tip.

“no?” he mocks, tone that tinge of condescending that he knows burns under your skin perfectly.

you were a shameless little thing after all. and he watches as your thighs clench, your needy little fingers twitching to sink into your wet pussy and thrum at your clit until your thighs are shaking and nothing but incoherent words slip off your tongue.

you pull off his cock, tongue licking up the precum that clings to your bottom lip.

you shake your head to his earlier question.

“come here” he tugs you up onto the bed, impatient fingers pulling your night dress over your head.

he palms your tits, thumbs running over your pert nipples as you line him up with your cunt.

you drag his cockhead through your folds, hips twitching when it nudges against your clit; unabashed moan vibrating from your chest at the flash of pleasure that flits up your spine.

“no teasing, love” he wraps his lips around your nipple, tongue flicking over soft skin as you nudge his tip over your eager entrance.

your thighs quiver as you sink down yoongi’s cock, tip of his cock splitting you open deliciously.

yoongi’s hands fall to your hips, lips still kissing over your chest, nipping over tender skin; blossoms of red staining your skin with the rawest form of his love— feral art over your pretty skin.

your hands fall to his shoulders, hips rutting forward, messy and uncoordinated as you chase your own pleasure. always a little greedy and pleasure drunk, though yoongi never minded. not when you looked like the epitome of sin, beautifully depraved and eager to please yourself.

weak little moans slip past your lips in quick succession with each jab of his cock over your sweet spot.

“yoon” you whine, nails digging into his skin. dragging down the length of his arms.

his kisses trail up your neck, tongue licking at sweaty skin. traveling upwards to your cheeks, then to your lips.

you let him lick into your mouth, let him consume every little moan and gasp and whine and cry for more more more. a slick mixture of yours and his saliva coating your lips and chin shiny.

you bounce in his lap, thighs starting to burn.

“s’ too much” you murmur against his lips, tongue lax and brain barely there as his fingers find their way to your ass; digging into your flesh.

your hands trail down your stomach, two fingers flicking over your clit as yoongi thrusts up into you. a lewd harmony of both your moans mixing thick in the air.

“i’m close” you pant, stomach clenching as you near your peak. yoongi crashing close behind you.

“me too. be a good girl a play with yourself”

a thick sheen of your arousal coats the length of his cock, thick ring of white clinging to the base with each wet slap of his balls against your ass.

your fingers lose their rhythm over your clit, messy as you climb higher and higher until something inside of you snaps and you’re tumbling so fast; little hiccups of moans catching in your chest as you ride out your high.

you feel yoongi’s cock twitch between your walls, his hands sliding back to grab onto the meat of your hips as he holds you down. cock fully tucked between your walls.

you feel his cum flood your insides, thick ropes of it coating your pussy with his heady release.

“so good” his head tips back, knocking against the headboard, “did so good for me” his hips roll upwards, your cunt milking him. final spurts of his cum stuffed into your wet pussy.

your thighs shake, hands finding purchase over your tender tits as your hips stutter forward.

yoongi groans, pleasure bordering overstimulation as you chase those fleeting sparks that make you feel ever so good.

“no more, darling” he laughs, soft cock slipping out of you.

you make a noise in the back of your throat, pitiful little pout tugging at your bottom lip as you look down at him from where you’re sat on your knees.

your pussy clenches, and you watch down the length of your body; unable to take your eyes away from your pussy. watching as a thick dribble of yoongi’s seed spills out of you, puddling over his stomach.

he closes his eyes, barely opening them to look at you as you scoop up his cum with your fingers. insatiable as you push his seed back past your walls.

he wets his lip at the slick sound of your cunt.

“how greedy” he laughs, breathy and gruff. another wave of arousal licking down your spine.

your fingers stay buried within your cunt, curling and unfurling.

“go on” he nods his head towards you, “put on a show for me. and then we’ll wash up”

a devious little smile pulls at your lips, a third finger joining the other two already stuffed inside your pussy. a newfound vigor unraveling in your chest.

“okay” you chirp, fingers slipping out of your pussy. already hell bent on grinding over his cock until your legs gave out and the pleasure made your brain nothing more than a puddle.

[pedroshotwifey]

Hungry Like The...

Pairing: Werewolf!Frankie Morales x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags/Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, oral sex (f receiving), fluff, established relationship, no use of y/n, Frankie has a monster cock, im missing stuff but I want to go to bed so...

Summary: You and Frankie decide to attend an 80s themed Halloween party. Through all of the excitement, you must have forgotten what day the full moon falls on.

A/N: I'm gonna go ahead and say that I rushed the absolute fuck out of this one, but I think it turned out pretty good. I really kind of jumped outside of my comfort zone with this, so I'm kinda proud that I did that. That being said, please feel free to call me out on anything that might not make sense or anything that I should change at all because I'm half clueless with this kind of stuff. Please consider reposting and/or liking. Thank you for reading and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! <3

***

You have no idea where Frankie snuck off too. 

He claimed he was going to get the two of you more drinks, but that was about ten minutes ago. You’re well aware that it should have taken less than half of that for him to find his way to the refreshment table, pick up some drinks, and bring them back to you. 

Right now, though, you’re too blissed out to care—not that you have much to worry about with your loving boyfriend anyway. The lights are almost blinding as you spin around beneath them, but they transform into a nice glow thanks to the buzz you’re sporting. “Mony Mony,” is blaring through the speakers and you're in your zone as you swing your hips to the beat. 

You’re glad that Frankie had suggested that you two attend this party specifically. The only requirements were that you had to dress up as an 80’s character in order to fit the era the party revolves around. 80’s costumes, 80’s music, 80’s decor. Luckily for you, the 80’s is one of your absolute favorite decades, and you’re pretty sure Frankie knew that when he signed the two of you up. 

The dance floor is packed with people to the point where you can’t stretch out all the way without bumping into someone. Usually, that would irk you, but you can’t find it in you to mind tonight. It’s not like anybody else does. 

As you snap your hips to the beat, you look around at all the different costumes in the crowd. You see a handful of Star Wars characters, a couple of Freddy Kruegers, some Ghost Busters, and—of course—a shit ton of Madonnas. The rest, for the most part, are pretty original. 

You’re pretty proud of your own costume, to be honest. You had spent a couple of weeks configuring a custom-made Storm costume. You’ve been an X-Men fan for as long as you can remember, and it made you so happy to try on your costume for the first time a few days ago. It’s pretty damn spot-on. 

Frankie, on the other hand, had insisted on being a werewolf. Like turning into one once a month wasn’t enough already. You had simply rolled your eyes and asked him what he had in mind so you could make his costume. It was worth it to see the way he lit up, even though he’s cutting it close with the party’s theme. 

After the year he had, he deserves to be happy—even if it means you have to endure his stupid jokes every now and again. When he gets tipsy, his goofy humor always makes an appearance. It’s one of your favorite parts about nights out with your boyfriend. He never fails to make you laugh. 

Just as you begin to worry that he might have gotten lost in the crowd, you feel a hand spin you around. You’re getting ready to tell someone off until you come face to face with those irresistible brown eyes. 

“Hey there, Hermosa,” he says as he cuddles up to you, swaying you to the song. “Having fun, sweetheart?” 

You giggle as he bends down and nuzzles his face into your neck. Glancing down, you almost aren’t surprised to see that he doesn’t have any drinks. 

“Frankie?” You ask casually as you throw your arms around him. 

“Hmm?” 

“Did you find the drinks?” 

Suddenly, he stops moving and stands up straight again, a playful smile plastered across his face. 

“Guess not,” he says. “Found something to eat, though,” he winks and you playfully roll your eyes as he throws himself back onto you. As the song changes to “When Doves Cry”, he begins to dance with you. Frankie has never been the best dancer, but it's better this way. Neither of you take anything seriously as you push and pull your bodies together, giving eachother flirty kisses every now and again. 

You laugh as you bump into someone and flash them an apologetic look. Frankie really loves to bring out your careless side. You honestly didn’t know you were capable of being so care-free until you had met him. Sometimes he makes you feel as if nothing else matters but you and him. It’s times like these that you really realize just how lucky you are to have him. 

“Alright, baby,” Frankie says after a moment, bringing you out of your thoughts. “I’m going to go get us those drinks now.” 

Instead of answering him, you get up on your tip-toes and kiss him. He begins to wrap his arms around you again, but you gently push him off, giving him a faux stern look. 

“Alright, alright, I get it, baby, I’m going!” he says over the music before turning around to scamper away.

You have to suppress a giggle when he jolts as you deliver a light slap to his ass. He turns just enough to flash you a dirty look, and you give him one of feigned innocence in return, well aware he’ll get you back for that eventually if you continue to tease. 

“Hurry up, wolfboy!” you shout after him. 

***

Alright, you’re actually about to be pissed this time. 

There’s absolutely no way he lost you—or rather, you lost him—twice. He has to be playing with you, right? Whatever, if that’s the case, two can play at that game. 

You’ll just pretend like you don’t even notice something is missing. Maybe once he sees you where he left you, completely unaffected by his absence, he’ll stop being such an ass. 

Perfect. Perfect plan. 

You shake your head and dance as the song ends. You can have fun by yourself if your boyfriend wants to be immature. 

Well, it would have been a perfect plan. 

As if he could somehow read your mind—which you almost wouldn’t doubt at this point—you spot Frankie in your vision once again. However, this time, he’s not coming over to you. 

He has a familiar dark look in his eyes that immediately soaks you, despite yourself. You stop dancing because as quick as you see him, he’s gone again. You spin in a panicked circle as the song changes to one by Duran Duran. You almost laugh at the irony as “Hungry Like the Wolf” blares through the speakers. 

Your phone buzzes in the small pocket of your bodysuit, and you pause your quick search to look at it. Your brow furrows as you see that it’s a text from Frankie. What the fuck is he playing at? Quickly, you unlock your phone and open your messages. 

“Better start running, baby,” the text reads. You look up, your eyes frantically scanning the crowd around you. Maybe the song choice isn’t so ironic after all. 

“Don’t let me catch you… feeling hungry like the wolf tonight…”

You don’t stop to think before you make a mad dash toward the exit, your heart dropping to your stomach as you go. You get some pissed looks as you shove through people, your heart hammering in your chest and your eyes darting every which way. 

You have no idea where he could be at this point. Maybe he’s somewhere inside, having missed your exit. He could be trailing right behind you, ready to grab you at any moment.

Soon enough, it is revealed that he is, once again, always one step ahead of you. As soon as you step out of the doors, a large body is engulfing yours and carrying you to a secluded spot on the patio, though there’s nobody outside anyway. 

You would scream if not for the large hand that covers your lips when he grabs you. You know it’s Frankie, of course, but the exhilaration that comes from the scare really adds to the game the two of you just started. 

You ignore the heat simmering between your legs as he sets you down on your own feet and removes his hand from your mouth. Neither of you move, you don’t look up, he doesn’t crouch down. You just stand there, breathing heavily as Frankie embraces your figure. 

You can’t help but lean back into him, letting your guard down probably isn’t the best idea right now, but you can’t find it in you to care about that fact at the moment. 

The fresh air feels nice on your heated cheeks, but Frankie's front against your back feels even better. The music continues to play faintly behind you as you sway side to side, Frankie’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his head resting on your shoulder. 

You swear you could stay here forever. Actually, you could stay anywhere, as long as you had Frankie. But right now, you can’t imagine anything more perfect than this. As long as you have your boyfriend’s arms around you, you would do anything or go anywhere he wants to. 

Your body may be his, but you decided a long time ago that your soul belongs to him as well. He can pick it up and do whatever he wishes with it, and you know he could never do anything that would cause your trust or love for him to dull.

“Look up, sweetheart,” Frankie’s soft voice brings you out of your thoughts, making you open your eyes. You hadn’t realized they had slid shut in the first place. 

The sight of the full moon high up in the night sky confirms your suspicions. Frankie’s going to turn tonight. 

Fuck, you’re screwed, your subconscious automatically screams at you. 

You can't miss the way your panties dampen as the thought crosses your mind. Your body stiffens as you fight the urge to run, the adrenaline getting the best of you.

Frankie must feel the way you tense up because his arms immediately tighten around you. 

“It’s alright, hermosa,” he whispers into your ear. “Just means we’ll have a bit more fun than usual.”

You try but fail to stifle your grin at his menacing tone. Just because you know you’re screwed doesn’t mean you don't enjoy it. 

“Probably got less than ten minutes now,” Frankie says far too casually. “Let’s pick up on our little chase, yeah?” 

He lets you out of his grasp this time, and you turn around to give him a peck on his cheek, allowing your hand to brush past his erection as you pull away. The touch is just enough for Frankie to grit his teeth as he hisses out. The warning glance he gives you makes arousal burn deep into your core, only serving to make you more excited. 

“I’ll give you a head start, sweetheart,” he says, his tone giving you a warning, “I’d take it if I were you.”

With his word, you spin on your heel, ready to plummet into the forest, but you only get about a foot before he has a large hand wrapped around your wrist. Your heart beats louder in your chest as you turn to look at him, his eyes dark with lust. 

“Don’t let me catch you this time,” he says, pulling you close enough for his lips to flutter across your ear as he speaks. “I won’t go easy on you.”

You ignore the shiver in your spine as you pull back as much as you can. 

“Maybe I don't want you to go easy on me,” you whisper back, earning a slight growl from Frankie. He lets his hand linger on you for only a moment more before letting go, this time allowing you to back away. 

“Don’t push yourself too hard then, because I’m going to fucking exaust you when I catch up.” 

You smile before turning once again, pushing yourself into the trees without looking back. 

***

The sound of your heartbeat is deafening as you run through the otherwise silent forest. The steady pitter-patter of the organ combined with your ragged breathing and your frantic footsteps make a horrifying symphony. Even those sounds seem muffled, though, with the amount of pure adrenaline that courses through your veins and drowns out your senses. 

Frankie can’t be too far behind you now. You guess you’ve been running for about fifteen minutes. There’s no doubt that he has turned at this point; he proved it with the howl you heard bellowing through the woods a couple minutes ago. 

Since then, you haven't stopped to take a breath. There is pure fear in the fact that you have a beast on your trail, but also excitement in knowing what will likely happen once he catches up. 

For now though, fear is the dominant emotion. It’s prominent enough to keep you going even as your hair gets tugged by branches and your skin gets scratched and torn by twigs and thorns. None of it seems to matter right now just as long as you can keep your distance from the monster hunting you down. 

Suddenly, you hear a snap from somewhere behind you. The noise is sharp, a twig snapping beneath heavy weight. It reverberates all around you, sending a shiver down your spine. Soon after, You pick up on the steady thumping of what sounds to be an animal hot on your tail. 

The sound gets closer and closer even as you push yourself to run faster. Your entire body is shaking and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes. You can practically feel Frankie’s breath on your neck, the sensation almost more powerful than the ache overtaking your legs and abdomen. 

“Please, leave me alone!” You cry out the plea over your shoulder, your voice bordering a sob. Your gut is curling with a mixture of panic and arousal. The responding growl makes the tears you have been holding spill over and your knees buckle. 

For a second, you’re worried that you might fall, but you’re pushed into the ground before you have the chance to do it yourself. The weight of Frankie pouncing on top of you knocks the wind out of you, a sharp cry leaving your lips as your breath is taken. 

In the time that it takes you to get your breath back, Frankie has your bodysuit torn enough to pry off of your shaking body, and your lacy panties shoved–or ripped–down your legs. Luckily, the bodysuit was the cheapest and easiest to find component of your costume. You can feel a whisper of his claws against your skin as he drags scraps away from where he needs you most.

Your arms flail wildly, your fingers trying to grasp a handful of fur from the beast atop you. Frankie sees what you’re trying to do, and with a growl, he ducks down and slides toward your feet, away from your hands. 

Before you can question what he’s doing, you feel something thick, wet, and warm against your bare, soaked cunt. 

A high pitched moan tumbles from your lips as Frankie drags his tongue across your pussy before dipping it into your core.

The hot muscle digs deep into your cunt, curling once it's in all the way. You can feel his nose bobbing up and down against your ass as he starts to work his tongue in and out of your cunt.

“F-Frankie, fuck!” You scream, feeling your orgasm building embarrassingly quickly.

The way his tongue swirls and scrapes against your walls is absolutely delicious, and that combined with the tip of the muscle prodding against your g-spot? You’re fucking done for. 

You’re writhing as Frankie brings his tongue out to swallow down the slick he’s collected, and you can feel the way a combination of your arousal and his saliva leaks out of your pulsing cunt, coming down to collect at your clit and make you shudder. You’re so close to coming, a warm feeling that can only be described as pure euphoria making a home deep in your lower abdomen. 

Almost as soon as he was gone, Frankie shoves his tongue back inside of you, meticulously prodding all the right places. You’re gasping and moaning so loud you have half the mind to feel bad for whatever critters might reside in these woods. 

That thought passes quickly, though, once you feel yourself returning to the edge. Frankie flicks his tongue one more time and you’re suddenly convulsing around him. The high seems to go on forever, your toes curling and your fingers grasping at the leafy ground in front of you. 

The beast doesn’t pull away as you come, instead, he allows you to rock your hips back and forth in order to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible. You don’t even notice that you moved your arm until you feel one hand entangled in soft fur, your subconscious mind telling you to hold him to you. 

You hear Frankie whine from behind you and you have to suppress the urge to giggle. He’s always liked it when you tug at his hair, and apparently, being in this form leaves no room for exceptions. 

Your body goes limp as Frankie backs away from you, making it easy for him to nudge you to prop you up where he wants you. Hands and knees, of course. He wastes no time in getting into position behind you, crowding you in with his massive form. 

The tip of his cock feels massive against your swollen cunt, but it only takes a few swipes of the beast’s hips before he is notched into your entrance. With one more thrust, he’s pushing in all the way, making you scream as your pussy stretches to accommodate his girth. 

Frankie lets out a series of whimpers as he starts a brutal pace, not giving you a second to adjust. Your hands come up to grasp above his paws, which are positioned on either side of your head, and then up a little. 

“F-Frankie!” Your moan comes out more like a screech, the pain quickly turning into a sick pleasure as he rips you open on his cock. Each time he thrusts, it’s accompanied by a puff of breath which fans out across your cheek. 

The sound of his whines and ragged breathing mix with the squelching noises coming from your cunt and the panting coming from your lips, everything combined making the filthiest symphony you’ve ever heard. 

Your second orgasm starts to build rapidly, your cunt beginning to flutter around Frankie’s unforgiving length. With each punch, the tip of his cock touches something heavenly within you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

You’re pretty sure you’re drooling, but you find that every limb has turned to jelly, preventing you from bringing your hand up to check. If not for the monster above you impaling you on his length, you would likely be flat on the forest floor right now. 

Every thought that had previously occupied your mind is forced out of you as Frankie effortlessly pries another orgasm from you. He doesn’t slow or pause as you squeeze around his cock like a vice. If anything, it only spurs him on and gets him going faster, if that's even possible. 

With each slam of his hips, you feel your body being sent forward, only stabilized by your palms, which are somehow still firmly planted on the ground. 

‘Oh god, Frankie,” your voice sounds hazy to your own ears. “F-feels so fucking good, Francisco.”

You hear him grunt at the sound of his full name, something you usually only call him in bed—or in this case, in the middle of nowhere. 

It does feel good, his cock feels absolutely massive. You know that it is definitely bigger than when he’s in his human form—the size of which should be considered supernatural in it’s own way. Right now, though, he feels bigger than ever, thicker, longer. The only thought occupying your mind at the moment is how badly you want to suck his cock. 

How the fuck does this man fuck you so good to the point where you fantasize about giving him a blowjob while he’s already inside of you? Next time, you’ll have to get his dick in your mouth before he shoves it into your cunt. 

Your eyes droop as your second orgasm morphs into a third, your body growing weaker with each movement from Frankie. You ignore the shaking to spread your legs wider to allow him better access, which results in him getting to a deeper spot with the new angle. 

Your mouth drops open as you begin to come again, a silent scream getting stuck in your throat. This time, as you constrict around his monstrous cock, you can feel his hips stutter. He’s getting close, which is probably a good thing considering you’re about to pass out from both pleasure and exhaustion. 

“C-come on, Frankie, f-fill me up,” you command through moans. It very obviously eggs him on because before you know it, he’s stilling inside of you, howling into the trees, and blowing his massive load deep into your core. 

The feeling of his cum painting your walls is fucking heavenly. Spurt after spurt of his warm seed fills you to the brim until it eventually starts to seep out around the base of his cock. If you thought you had felt full before, that was nothing compared to now. 

Frankie gives you a few minutes to calm down before he starts to lower himself to the ground, laying on his side and tugging you with him. Your body and mind are equally compliant with his request. 

As your eyes shut once again, you can feel Frankie starting to shift behind you, probably making his transformation back to his human form. Try as you might, you know you won’t have enough energy to wait for him to be done, so you make the most of it and snuggle into his soft fur. You know that you’ll wake up safe and sound in your bed, tangled with your kind, attentive, and very much human boyfriend.

[solarwoniii]

i hate you, i love you - lee heeseung

THIS FANFIC CONTAINS SMUT !! PROCEED READING AT YOUR OWN RISK

contains - fem!sub!reader, softdom!heeseung, established relationship, jealousy, slut-shaming/degradation (but in a fluffy, more teasing way), fingering, hee is just a tease(let me know if i missed anything!)

author's note - this is a scrap story which i tried to save T^T ik the end doesn't run as smoothly as it should but i spent an HOUR trying to fix this horrible fic and i really just wanted to be done with it =-= IM SO SORRY HEESEUNG STANS

word count - 1.1k

heeseung smiled at your horrible acting.

you were sprawled across the bed, quite obviously pretending to be asleep out of spite. you had purposely laid your head on his side of the bed, thinking it would annoy him.

but the response was quite the opposite. heeseung found it cute how you got so petty over him coming home late. he laid down beside you, resting his head on the little pillow space you had provided him with, looking down at your face.

"hi baby~" he greeted you warmly, wondering how long it would take tonight for you to crack. the longest you'd ever lasted with this act was two minutes. would you beat your high score tonight? probably not. "i missed you."

your eyelids fluttered as you were clearly struggling to keep them shut with how close he was. you could feel his warm breath trickling against your skin as he tucked some loose hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek and kissing your forehead.

"you're so bad at this, you know that?" he murmured against your skin, putting his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. you would crack any second now.

aaaand just as he'd expected. a whine left your lips as you finally opened your eyes you tried to pull yourself away from his hug.

"hm? i thought you were sleeping." he teased. you realised his arms were too strong to escape from, giving up on that and instead opting to turn around so your back was against his chest.

"shut up. i'm mad at you."

"i'm sorry babyyyy~" he drawled out his words, kissing your shoulder as a form of apology, "i had a lot a of work, i came back as early as i possibly could!"

"you're two hours late."

"babyy~" he whined. you crossed your arms.

"you're not forgiven. i hate you."

"you hate me? come on, hate is a strong word!"

"go to sleep heeseung." you grumbled, finally escaping his warmth and scooting over your side of the bed. except, heeseung followed you, turning you around and hugging you again despite all of your winging and protests, putting a hand on the back of your head.

"i hate it when we fight, y/n."

"then stop coming home so late all the time. i wouldn't be so mad if this was just the first time."

"i know baby. i really am sorry. as i said, i try my hardest to be home for you but some days it can't be helped."

"well maybe if you weren't such an attention whore for all the other girls at your workplace you wouldn't have so much to do after hours." you grumbled.

heeseung looked down at you in shock. you had never, ever said anything like that to him. you were a sweet angel most the time. a sweet angel who was constantly afraid of asking for what you wanted. and he absolutely adored that side of you.

but this new side. this new, confident, jealous side, he could get used to.

heeseung let out a low chuckle.

"i'm an attention whore baby?" he asked innocently, tilting his head to the side, "that wasn't a very nice thing to say, was it? are you really that mad at me princess?"

you nodded. he smiled at you. adorable.

"hmm, but i don't think i'm the attention whore here, darling." he said, cupping your face and making you look up at him, "not when you've been posting so many slutty photos of yourself."

"n-not a slut." you argued. you gasped when his hand cupped your heat.

"not a slut?" he repeated sarcastically, middle finger pushing into your clothed clit, a soft whimper escaping you.

you shook your head, lip quivering as he kissed your temple. he ignored your ego, slipping his hand under the waistband of your tracksuit, circling your entrance with the pad of his single digit.

you buried your face in his chest, squeezing your thighs together.

"it's okay sweetheart. i don't mind looking after a needy little whore like you."

"h-heeseungie." you whispered, gripping onto his shirt.

"tell me princess." he said softly, pushing one slender digit into you.

"l-love you."

"you love me?" he smirked, "that can't be right. what happened to hating me? have you gone dumb already? i just put my finger inside of you."

you felt your head go fuzzy, not responding to his question as he pushed another finger into you.

"i love you too baby. i love you so so so much." he curled his fingers upwards, making you arch your back.

"fingers feel so good." you mumbled, keening into his chest, putting your arms around him, moans which escaped from you muffled against his white button-up.

"you're doing so well for me," heeseung said, going a little faster when he saw you adjusting to the pace he was at.

you couldn't help but grumble at the barrier of his shirt, stopping you from touching him properly. you gripped onto the top button of the shirt, pulling it back a little to signal at what you wanted. heeseung almost laughed at how pathetically adorable you were.

"what, you want me to unbutton my shirt? weren't you the one calling me a whore baby?"

you bit the inside of your cheek and looked up at him innocently. this time he really laughed.

"go on, unbutton it for me sweetheart."

he thrusted his fingers in and out of you even faster now, watching as you struggled to contain yourself as you undid each of the buttons. you let a soft mewl past your lips when you were content with what you'd done, looking back up at him as he leaned in and claimed your lips with his.

it hadn't even hit you how quickly your climax was approaching until it was just mere moments before arriving. you suddenly held onto his bicep as your pupils dilated from the sensation.

"seungie, m' gonna-"

before you could complete the sentence your orgasm hit you hard, moans and whines of heeseung's name and incoherent babbles leaving you as he gave you soft pecks and helped you ride it out.

"good job, good girl baby." he whispered, pulling his now essence soaked fingers out of you. he put them in front of your lips, watching as your mouth enveloped and sucked the digits clean, eyelids dropping and threatening to close, "did you have dinner princess?" he asked gently in your ear. you nodded and hummed as he took his fingers out of your mouth, "alright then, sleep well. i love you."

you closed your eyes as he encased your body in a warm hug, pulling up the comforter so that the both of your bodies were covered.

maybe him coming home late wasn't such a bad thing.

[hisui-dreamer]

warming up to you

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader

Synopsis: you weren't too keen on the school playboy, but maybe his persistent efforts have started to wear you down?

Tags: fluff, shoujo manga inspired, modern au, mixed school, flirting, lilia cooks, silver is lilia's adopted sibling, reader (millie) likes more masculine men for a bit

Word count: 1k+

Notes: this was requested by my dearest millie @hheun!! mwah mwah i love talking to you and every time i get a notif from you im just smiling automatically at how you're handling Lilia ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

her request was very long so maybe i'll post it separately (cuz funni), but this takes place in a modern school au and the events that take place were specifically designed for millie hehehe #millia

to millie: heart attack incoming!! hope u enjoy it ;)

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lilia vanrouge is the vice president of the diasomnia house

so when you first saw him, you respected him quite a bit, though his features did make him seem a little out of place as compared to malleus, silver and sebek

you quickly learned that those exact features made him incredibly popular

maybe overly so, because every time you saw him, you could see him flirting with an entirely different person

the first time you actually spoke to him, he was looking for his misplaced pencil case, still wearing the overly large science coat with the large goggles resting atop his head

"Excuse me dear, I seem to have misplaced my pencil case and I have no idea where it could be. Would you be a dear and join me in my search?"

you simply raised an eyebrow, and shook your head no

he pursued his lips and made a pouting face, but you just stared blankly at him

relenting, he sighed and turned around to find someone else to help him with his search

you could faintly hear a "... Am I not cute enough today?"

fortunately (or not), you stumbled across a pencil case at the edge of the staircase, with diasomnia, light music club, and bat keychains attached to the one zipper

hmm, he must have dropped it while switching classrooms

so you bring it to the diasomnia house room, where you were greeted by silver

you entrusted the pencil case to silver, but not without him asking for your name and class so Lilia could say thank you properly

of course, you tried to leave, really not wanting to get involved in any sense with the playboy and his fanbase

but silver being the dear that he is insisted on having your name

the next day, as you were walking to your classroom, Lilia appeared seemingly out of nowhere

he thanks you, but starts rambling off "Oh I knew I was cute enough yesterday! How sweet of you to help little old me, khee hee!"

ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ ...sure, lilia-senpai

you try to brush off his gratitude with a quick "you're welcome" and "it wasn't a bother really"

but then he's spouting "It must be fate that you were the one to help me! Darling, won't you let me return the favour? Perhaps, with a date?" he says while batting his eyelashes cutely

??? no??? you weren't into the cute type of guys, you liked more masculine, muscular men ahem leona senpai

so you rejected him honestly, but rather than be upset, his eyes are just twinkling mischievously (uh oh)

after that event, you just started encountering him randomly in your school life

popping up randomly to ask you out because he looked particularly cute that day

asking you to come over to the light music club after school

you continued to reject him, thinking he was just playing around like with all the other girls

but then one day, he came up to you with a request

"Dear, would you happen to be good at baking?"

see, silver's birthday is coming up, and apparently it's all the rage nowadays (so he says) to have a homemade cake rather than a store-bought one and "of course, it's also more nutritious"

but, rather infamously, Lilia's not the best cook

see the white day incident, where he made chocolates in return for all the ones he received and almost succeeded in murdering everyone's tastebuds

so nobody really wants to work with Lilia in the kitchen, not even his devoted(?) fangirls

usually you would've rejected his request, for two reasons, one being the rumours of his cooking, and two being not wanting to become further involved with him

but he seemed so sincere about his wish for silver, and so downcast at being unable to make the perfect birthday cake that you couldn't help but agree

on the condition that he listen to your every word whilst working in the kitchen

and thank god for that condition, because you quickly learned why he was a bad cook

"But this recipe isn't nearly nutritious enough! Shall we add some lettuce? Or perhaps..."

Lilia, we're baking a cake, not a salad...

you felt so bad for whoever was his partner in home economics

but you gave him the task of whisking the eggs after having him prepare the stovetop, where you planned to melt the butter in a saucepan...

"There was one time I went abroad and brought something back for Silver..." Lilia recounted, his hand hard at work whisking the eggs.

But just as you were getting lost in his storytelling, disaster struck. The stovetop suddenly caught on fire, flames dancing dangerously high. Panic welled up within you, and before you could react, Lilia acted swiftly.

"Careful!" he exclaimed with urgency. With the grace of a gallant knight, he pulled you close, his body a protective shield against the fire. His surprisingly serious face caught you off guard, the fiery glow reflected in the depths of his crimson eyes. His arms were a fortress, secure and tight around you.

Thump. Thump.

In a matter of moments, Lilia turned off the gas and moved the saucepan away from the stovetop, as if he were used to dealing with emergencies in the kitchen.

"Are you alright, dearest?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

You took a moment to collect yourself, your heart still racing. "Oh, uhmm, yes, I'm fine... Wait, did you turn the stove all the way up?"

Lilia looked a bit confused as he admitted, "Yes? I wanted to melt the butter faster."

You couldn't help but shake your head in exasperation. "Lilia!!!" you exclaimed, incredulous at his impulsive cooking decisions.

He chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the near-disaster. "Well, it did the job, didn't it?"

thankfully, you manage to finish the cake without either of you getting hurt

it's not the best looking cake, but it definitely has a homemade feel to it, only enhanced by the chopsticks used to support it

you also get invited to silver's birthday party! lilia keeps trying to take pictures with you and ask you out

only this time, you can't help but feel more affected by his attempts than you were before

maybe you've taken a liking to the playboy afterall ;)

"Goodness, isn't it about time you give me a chance, darling?" Lilia playfully pouts, placing his hands on his hips in a mock display of irritation.

He sighs, before a rueful smile graces his lips. "Well, I suppose it's alright for now. I'm a very persistent man, you see," he says, his unwavering gaze fixed on yours.

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[thepookiestpookiebear]

Twisted wonderland (WIP !!!)

Jade Leech x fem reader | Floyd Leech x fem reader

Can be read as any other gender if you'd like

Not a request but I just wrote this while on a road trip, aka right now. I wrote this in 30 minutes if you can't tell, obviously it's gonna be messy and not proofread

Cw : swearing/cursing, not proofread, Jade, Floyd. Ooc, rushed.

Wc: no fucking idea honestly I don't bother counting

You pant, absolutely exhausted. You had to chase after Grim to somehow force convince him to attend classes, but that little brat keeps running away and hiding. You find yourself all alone in some huge dark hallway, wandering around trying to find Grim.

"Grim ! Grim !! GRIM !!! WHERE ARE YOU ??" You shout, your voice echoing along the walls and high ceilings. "God knows what I'll do once i get my hands on you, you little sh*t.." you mutter angrily.

You're lost, but it's not like you really care at the moment. You're so busy cursing Grim in your head that you can't bring yourself to give a single f*ck.

That is, until you heard the dreadfully familiar voice of Floyd. (Insert oh shit, not good sfx)

"Heya, Lil shrimpy~ whatchu doing here, huh ? Did the little shrimpy get lost ?"

He says, with that menacing toothy grin of his. Sometimes you wonder how the hell his teeth are so white, what kinda toothpaste does he use ? Heck, do they even have colgate in twisted wonderland ? Maybe he uses its twisted wonderland equivalent. But damn, his teeth are whiter than my bedsheets and brighter than my earrings.

After a moment of internal brainstorming, you answer "Yup. Sucks to be me I guess. But that aside, why are you here ?"

His grin widens "that's for me to know and you to find out~" Oh how you want to wipe that stupid grin off his face because BOI you're not in the mood to joke around at the moment. 'Goddammit Grim, you will be the death of me one day..'

"Well, do you happen to know where Grim went ? That little sh- I mean, rascal, decided to play 'the dad who went to get milk' role and disappeared." Holy fucking shit, why is that burj khalifa eel leech whatever the fuck he is guy giggling like a fucking schoolgirl ? (Not that he's far from that actually) .

Giggle not as in the usual giggle he does but the kind of giggle a kid does when he's hiding something. Hmm. That's suspicious, that's weird..*insert sfx*

Well whatever, it doesn't matter what the hell he finds so funny because before you know it, you are gone.

Kaboom.

Abracadabra.

Gone. Gone and left no crumbs

Whoosh.

Because fuck no you ain't getting involved with Floyd or the octavinelle trio ever again. Even if fucking Leona held you at gunpoint and threatened you, you would still refuse to get involved with that slimy motherfucker.

'Yeah no thanks, but when I said I want my back broken I didn't mean it literally.'

*Insert sfx* AwOoP ! JuMpSCarE~

It seems luck wasn't by your side today, as you ran straight into a solid mass.

You groan "Oh fuck me.." you whine. Jade chuckles. Just as you had expected, he's grinning ominously at you while holding Grim in his right hand.

Well fuck, you should've known better. At this point these two leeches are your sleep paralysis demons.

(Would you believe me if I said I actually had Floyd as my sleep paralysis demon once ? It was fucking horrifying.)

"Oya oya, look who we have here, Floyd~ What a coincidence.."

He says, eyes glowing ominously while both of their grins stretch wider than your legs do whenever someone mentions geto or gojo. /j /not j

"Indeed a very unfortunate pleasant coincidence. Come to think of it, why weren't you with Floyd earlier ?"

He quirks an eyebrow "Oh, but i was. You just didn't see me. I was behind you the entire time, prefect."

"That isn't very...reassuring"

You trail off. "Well doesn't matter, can you just give me that thing ?"

You point at Grim, purposely calling him a thing to piss him off.

Grim begs to differ though, "THING ??? IM NOT A THING, IM THE GREAT SORCERER GRIM !!!!-" although that doesn't last long, he is quickly shut up by Jade's stare.

You grin, cockily. Haha take that you little gremlin ! That's what you get !!

But your thoughts are cut off just as quickly by Floyd, "Ehhh ? Shrimpy's mouth is open ?"

"Huh ? What does that have to do with this ?" You say, confused. Meanwhile Floyd quickly shoots Jade a knowing glance, which unnerves you.

"Nothing to worry your little head about, shrimpy~" "indeed, my brother is right, do not concern yourself with such matters."

Much to your shock, Jade wordlessly hands you Grim. Your mouth drops open

"Holy shit, Are you guys okay ? You behave as if you just ate Lilia's food... either that, or the sun will rise at the west tomorrow !"

The two simply smile and walk away.

Well, that was confusing..

[goosewriting]

Congratulations on 500 subs! 🎉🎉 I hope you keep reaching bigger milestones!!

Pink 45! Reader gets back to the lair drunk after a party and donnie ends up taking care of them. Through readers drunken mind, they think back to all the moments they have had with donnie and their heart flutters and ends up saying "I think im falling in love with you" and of course donnie responds with "I think im okay with that" :3

I hope I did this correctly!

Drunk on your love (rottmnt Donnie x reader)

prompt 45: “I think I’m falling in love with you.” “I think I’m okay with that.”

summary: reader gets back to the lair drunk and ends up confessing to Donnie

relationship: Rise!Donnie x GN reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk reader, characters are aged up to drinking age!

word count: ~910

A/N: had a lil, much needed burst of inspo so here you go! hope you like it <3 this marks the end of the 500 subs event :'D thank you all so much for partictpating! ♥ (also donnie is wearing a t-shirt in this one because of reasons lol)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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It was well into the night and Donnie was in his lab as per usual when he heard distant steps walking into the lair. By the pattern and weight he concluded that it was you, although it sounded like you were dragging your feet, which was unusual for you. He looked up from his work for a second, tilting his head to pay attention to any more sounds coming from your direction. He was about to go back to his project when he heard some clattering and your curses echoing through the main room. 

With a slightly amused sigh the turtle got up and went to see what was going on, but his heart betrayed him. He tried looking cool on the surface, yet he couldn‘t deny that there was also a hint of concern in the haste of his steps. When he arrived to where you were, he took a moment to take in the sight: you looked pretty dishevelled but in a comical way, your hair was a mess, your clothes hung on your body not quite how they were supposed to, and there was the distinct smell of liquor surrounding you.

You had already taken off one shoe and were unsuccessfully trying to rid yourself of the other, but had evidently fallen over, hence the noise earlier. Now you were half leaning, half lying on the table in the main room, the objects that had previously been on it now scattered on the floor.

Once you more or less found your balance again, you finally noticed Donnie was already standing there, giving you a once-over with a light shake of his head. At the sight of him you couldn‘t hold back a giggle, and you looked up at him. Your eyes were glossed over and unfocused, and a silly grin was plastered on your face. That‘s when he realised: you were drunk off your butt. 

“Oh wow“ is all he decided to comment about your state. Without another word he approached you and let you lean into his side as he helped you to the guest room in the lair. By now, it had essentially been claimed by you and everyone called it “your room”, given how often you had stayed the night at the lair.

“I take it you had fun” Donnie said, more as an observation rather than a question, shaking his head at the smell of booze. You really needed a shower, but that would have to wait until morning.

“Hmm~” you confirmed, your feet tripping over themselves, but Donnie’s firm grip kept you from falling face-first into the floor.

Somewhere in the haze of your mind, you recognised that this wasn’t the first time this was happening. You remembered a handful of other times where you had gotten back drunk, and Donnie had taken care of you. He always had. After all, he was a turtle of few words but of actions. And oh did his action speak.

As you slowly made your way to the room, it occurred to you that the only reason you allowed yourself to get this drunk in the first place was because you knew that there would be someone back home to take care of you.

Heh, home, you think, smiling up at the turtle pressed to your side.

Yeah, by now the lair felt like your home. Or rather, the people in the lair made it feel like home. 

Your eyes remained on Donnie, and you felt a new wave of warmth grow from your insides until it reached your already flushed cheeks, and it wasn’t the alcohol this time.

You had known the turtle brothers for so long now; when had been the first time you had felt this way? You couldn’t remember. You did remember however, that the moment you had seen him, deep within your heart you had known he was the one.

Once finally at the bed, Donnie helped you get your remaining shoe off as well as your jacket and other garments that would be uncomfortable to sleep in. He set you down softly to sit on the mattress and leaned back up, but you didn’t let go, fisting the fabric of his shirt at his chest to keep him eye-level with you.

He looked at you with confusion and slight concern, and sat on the edge of the bed, placing his hand over yours trying to loosen your grip.

Taking a deep breath, you thought about how the other reason you allowed yourself to get this drunk was because with every glass you drank at the bar, you hoped you would be brave enough to confess your feelings for Donnie once you got home to him. Looks like it finally worked, you thought contently to yourself as you climbed into the bed.

“Donnie” you said firmly but barely louder than a whisper, your gaze finding his in the blur that was the room. He merely hummed in response, waiting for you to continue.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

You hoped that even after the hangover (which was inevitably coming your way), you’d be able to remember the soft smile he gave you, the softest you had seen on him yet.

“I think I’m okay with that.” he responded just as softly, and your grin only grew wider.

Sleep was already taking over your senses, but you didn’t miss the gentle kiss to your temple as he tucked you in.

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[quietwingsinthesky]

(@transmasc-rose) Hmm... 11Simm, Simm is around for his Baking Period instead of going back to the war, and this affects our Doctor.

alsjfjglsjfk okay im assuming by baking period you mean immediately post-regeneration and what im saying is that this got wildly out of hand, here’s 1000 words of eleven & simm & amelia pond

Amelia Pond remembers, a few months ago, when it rained so hard that the streets outside of school flooded. It hadn’t been so bad, even though no one had come to pick her up so Mels had promised Rory when his dad came, “Don’t worry, I’ll walk her home.” By then, his dad’s car was already making huge waves as it drove away. Neither of them had an umbrella or raincoats, so they’d sprinted between trees and bus stops as it continued to pour down. The streets became rivers, and when they caught their breath on Amelia’s front porch, they’d turned back to look at the unrecognizable world of their neighborhood almost underwater. Mels’ cold, wet hand in hers, Amelia had watched two rats swimming across the street, scrabbling over each other with tiny splashes and biting their tails to stay together until they got to the other side.

Anyway, that’s why she thinks Mels would understand her letting the men from the blue box into her house once she saw that they were soaking wet and why Rory would probably tell her she shouldn’t try to pick up rats because they might have rabies.

“If he’s the Doctor,” says Amelia to the man who stole all of the Doctor’s leftovers, (or was it stealing when no one wanted them?) “then who are you?” She’s been thinking of him as the rude Doctor, seeing as they both came from the same box, but that might be unfair. To the Doctor. She can’t just go assuming two men from the same box share a name.

“The Master,” he tells her, shortly. Amelia squints up at him.

Amelia doesn’t care much about politics because her aunt doesn’t care much about politics. Still, there are all these newspapers that someone must have bought that sit in the lounge and they both forget to clean up.

“Why do you look like the Prime Minister?” At that, the Master grins. His teeth are too sharp.

“Because I ate him.” Amelia wrinkles her nose at him. He’s going to have to try harder. Mels is much better at scaring her than he is.

“Stop that,” the Doctor tells him. “She’s-” He looks over Amelia curiously and guesses. “…Five?”

“I’m eight,” Amelia corrects and stands a little taller.

“She’s eight, and there’s a nasty crack in her wall that’s scaring her enough. You don’t need to make it worse.” The Master huffs and crosses his arms, but he does glance down at her again. She doesn’t think he’s decided to be nice, exactly, but maybe that he’s decided even if he isn’t lying and he does eat people, that Amelia wouldn’t be very tasty. He extends a hand to pat her on the head, and Amelia bites at it. She doesn’t manage to get him, but he snaps his hand back. He grins at her.

“She should be scared. I’m surprised she’s even still here.” Amelia frowns at him the same time the Doctor does.

“What do you mean?”

“Explain that, Master,” the Doctor’s voice flips from fun to serious very easily. She likes that about him. Most adults never use their serious voices around Amelia, only the fun ones, even when they have bad news to deliver.

“You’re counting the doors, Doctor. I’m counting the bedrooms.”

“So?”

“Amelia, you said you only live with your aunt?” the Master asks, pointedly. Amelia scowls at him, even though a part of her is delighted that they were paying attention to what she said.

“Yes.”

“So, why,” he emphasizes, “are there too many beds in this house?” The Doctor stops examining the crack and turns to him. Amelia watches a wave of something awful wash over his face. It makes her squirm, and despite herself, grab onto the Master’s hoodie.

“Oh, Amelia,” the Doctor says, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” She doesn’t like it, any of it, not the crack and not the feeling in the pit of her stomach that something’s gone terribly wrong. She doesn’t know what it is, but she knows- She knows- She can’t remember why she’s crying. The Master’s hoodie is grimy enough already, so she sticks her nose in it to wipe her face clean. He smells like a wet dog.

“First things first,” the Doctor says, “whatever was in the crack is now out of the crack.”

“I know. I can smell it.”

“So, we take care of that. Amelia,” he addresses her again. Amelia pulls her face out of the Master’s hoodie to look at the Doctor. “Do you mind if I pick you up?” Amelia is too big to be picked up anymore, at least by her aunt. Still, she nods. “Good. I’m going to put you in the safest place I know.” The Doctor picks Amelia up easily, like she would pick up one of her stuffed animals, and then deposits her, without hesitating, into the Master’s arms as he protests.

“I don’t want her. Take her back.” Amy wriggles, but despite that, he doesn’t drop her.

“I wasn’t lying. Whatever prisoner zero is—I’m working on it—you’re far more dangerous.” At that, the Master hums, pleased with himself. Amelia thinks the Doctor might be even more mad than she’d assumed. “Which also makes you safe.”

The thing is, Amelia thinks, the Doctor isn’t wrong. She looks at the crack, and she looks out her bedroom door down the hall they say contains a monster, and nothing scares her.

“It’s a little early for us to adopt,” the Master mutters.

“Sorry, can’t hear you. Too busy hunting an intergalactic fugitive. You’d know all about that. Amelia, did you know he’s wanted dead or alive in over two hundred galaxies? In multiple time periods.” Amelia looks at the Master for confirmation.

“Two hundred and fifty-three,” he says.

“What’d you do?”

“Everything.” He carries Amelia out, following the Doctor, and only gets interrupted telling her a story she’s not sure she believes about taking over an entire planet when the monster shows itself.

[souryoong]

try new things (pt. 2) | knj ft. myg (18+)

pairing: boyfriend!namjoon x reader x yoongi

genre: smut!! (18+ readers only), threesome

word count: 3,942

summary: you and your boyfriend namjoon have a threesome with his best friend to "try new things." this time things are kicked up a notch. read part one here.

authors note: please do not read this if you are uncomfortable/do not enjoy any of these things that im about to list that happens in this story. these are some new sexual themes I have yet to include on my blog. you can kindly not read this, and read some of my other works instead. no hard feelings!

warnings: smut!, pwp, making out, tongue kissing, cunnilingus, fingering, alcohol consumption, blowjobs (both m. receiving), unprotected sex, spitting, squirting, nipple play, maybe slight overstimulation, clit stim, g spot stim, praise kink, mentions of anal sex, some minor ass play, anal sex, yoongi is heavy on the lube, double penetration, creampies (god i hate that word lol).

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A few weeks had gone by since your night with Namjoon and his best friend, and on and off you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

You were sitting on the bed with your laptop while Namjoon was in the shower. Within 15 or so minutes he came into the room in only his underwear, drying his long dark hair off with a crisp white towel.

You closed your laptop and looked up at him, he smirked at you when your eyes met, making your heart flutter. God, he looked so good, he’d been working out a lot more and it’s been paying off.

You put your laptop aside and leaned back, watching as he got dressed in his grey sweatpants and hoodie. He grabbed his book and laid down on the bed next to you.

“Joon.” You used his favorite nickname to get his attention, turning to face him.

“Hmm.” He hummed at you, still reading.

“I umm…” your voice trailed off. “Was wondering if you’ve talked to Yoongi.”

Namjoon looked up from his book, sitting up slightly.

“Yeah, he came to my studio to help me with a song.” Namjoon answered. “Why, what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you guys wanted to have another night together again.”

That made Namjoon close his book shut almost too fast.

“I mean, I can mention it to him.” He smoothed a hand over his hair.

“But like I said before.” You spoke. “I’d want it to be different. Maybe we can do it at his place so it’s more convenient for him.”

Namjoon nodded.

“And maybe this time I’ll take the both of you at the same time.”

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You and Namjoon stood outside the door to Yoongi’s apartment, Namjoon about to knock on the door.

“Are you positive you want to do this?” Namjoon asked you, looking at you almost worried.

“Yes. You asked me that last time.” You huffed at him. “Now knock. He can probably hear us.”

Namjoon knocked on the door, and in a few seconds almost, Yoongi opened the door.

Yoongi smiled and greeted the both of you.

“Hey, Yoongi Hyung.” Namjoon spoke affectionately as you both stepped past the threshold into the apartment.

“I hope you don’t mind how I’m dressed.” Yoongi referenced to his designer sweatpants and hoodie. “I was at the studio for a while today.”

He had a glass of whisky sitting on the kitchen island, and two other empty ones.

“Would you like a glass?” He asked, taking a sip of his without any change in his expression.

“Sure, just a little bit.” You answered, Namjoon taking some as well.

Yoongi poured you a small glass, a little more for Namjoon.

You took a sip, the light brown colored alcohol was strong, but pleasant. It had a warm spice to it.

“So, if we’re ready.” Yoongi spoke up. “Where do you want to go? Living room? Bedroom? I put fresh sheets on my bed this morning.”

Namjoon looked at you, letting you decide.

“The bedroom.” You looked at Namjoon and back at Yoongi.

Yoongi smirked. “Then follow me.”

Yoongi led you to a rather large bedroom, very spacious with a tall ceiling, huge bed, and a large tv mounted on the wall. The room smelled like cinnamon and lavender.

“Make yourself comfortable, relax.” Yoongi calmly spoke, adjusting the lights.

You went and sat on his bed, his dark comforter nice and plush underneath you.

Namjoon was on the bed soon as well, turning your chin to face him to kiss you. You moaned against his mouth, tangling one of your hands in his hair that you loved so much.

Namjoon moved his hand to your throat, making you moan again, and he started to tongue kiss you. Completely distracted, you suddenly felt another set of hands on you, realizing Yoongi was taking your pants off.

“Baby, you’re soaking through your panties.” Yoongi threw your jeans to the side.

Namjoon smirked and started to kiss your neck. “So wet for us already, huh?”

You bit down on your lip because well, he was right. You fantasized about being fucked by both of them at the same time since the last time you all got together. And now it was finally happening.

Namjoon moved, taking his shirt off. Yoongi did the same as well, even taking off his sweatpants, leaving him in nothing but his underwear.

“Come here.” You climbed off the bed and got on your knees on the floor in front of both of them.

You grabbed Namjoon’s hardening length through his sweatpants, making him groan.

“Take these off, baby.” You spoke to him, tugging on the waistband to expose his underwear.

You turned towards Yoongi, noticing that he was already looking at you, stroking a hand over his hard length. You reached over, smirking at him, and pulled his underwear down in the front by the waistband.

You almost winced at the sight of his thick length, already dripping precum from the tip. You felt your mouth already filling with saliva.

Leaning towards him, you opened your mouth with your tongue out, letting him slide himself into your mouth.

Yoongi sucked in air through his teeth, moaning. “Oh fuck, your mouth. Fuck.”

Namjoon came closer to you, and pulled down his underwear as well, giving himself a few strokes over his length with his hand.

Yoongi moved your hair out of your face, then thrusted into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, making your eyes water.

You pulled away from him, breathing heavy. “Fuck.”

Turning towards Namjoon, you took him into your mouth with no hesitation. He moved your hair out of your face, letting out a throaty moan that made your core ache.

You let him slide out of your mouth, spitting on the tip of his length, using your hand to pump his length. He swore when you moved your thumb over his sensitive tip, and you hummed to yourself.

Suddenly Namjoon grabbed your jaw, leaning down to tongue kiss you. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.”

You grabbed onto his wrist. “Fuck me.” Your voice sounded a bit whinier than you wanted it to.

“You want us to?” Namjoon kissed you again.

“Yes, please.” You looked at Yoongi, then back at Namjoon, both looking like they were about to devour you.

Namjoon smirked at you still on your knees in front of him, touching your bottom lip with his thumb. “Get on the bed.”

Smirking back at him, you got up, taking off your shirt, leaving you in nothing but your panties. You turned around to sit on the bed, both Yoongi and Namjoon coming closer to you. Namjoon motioned for you to lay on your back, grabbing onto the hem of your underwear.

He yanked them off with the assistance of you lifting your hips.

“Fuck, Hyung.” Namjoon swore to himself, making Yoongi hum in response. “She’s soaked.”

Namjoon bent your knees and opened your legs, the cold air making you whine. Yoongi was hovering over your body, eyes traveling directly to your cunt.

“Touch me, please.”

Yoongi smirked, you watched one of his hands move towards your core, and nearly cried out when you finally felt two of his fingers against your clit.

You propped yourself up on your shoulders so you could still try and see what was going on.

Yoongi’s fingers disappeared inside of you, then he pulled them out, giving attention to your over sensitive clit again.

“Fuck.” You whined, leaning your head back.

“Joon told me you wanted to take us both at the same time.” Yoongi spoke quite nonchalantly as his fingers were inside of you again.

“Uh huh.” You frantically tried to nod instead of speaking as his two fingers brushed against your g spot inside of you.

“You said you wanted me to fuck your ass?” Yoongi asked you, smirking right as you felt Namjoon kissing your inner thighs dangerously close to your core, making you whine.

“I need words for that kind of question, sweetheart. Speak.” As he finished the sentence, Yoongi simultaneously inserted a third finger inside of you.

“Yes!” You practically cried out. “Please.”

Yoongi smirked. “Good girl. You’ve done it before?”

You looked up at him, a blush forming on your cheeks.

“Fuck, okay.  I knew you were a freak.”

Yoongi removed his fingers from you and leaned down to kiss you. Right as his lips were on yours, you felt Namjoon’s warm mouth engulf your clit.

You moaned into Yoongi’s mouth, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Namjoon quickly began sucking and licking at your clit, while pumping two fingers in and out of you.

“Fuck!” You pulled away from Yoongi, breathing hard and feeling like you were about to cum.

Namjoon was holding one of your legs so you wouldn’t move very much. Your stomach tightened as Namjoon quickly figured out a rhythm to each of his movements.

Yoongi began kissing down your neck and chest, using one of his thumbs to tease one of your nipples before taking it into his mouth, sucking and lightly nibbling on your skin.

Namjoon lifted his head away from your now throbbing cunt. He traced his fingertips over your opening. “Want to cum for me?”

You leaned your head back for a moment, moaning. “Fuck, Joon. I’m so close, please. Please.”

“Make her cum, Joon.” Yoongi spoke, voice slightly muffled against your skin.

Namjoon smirked to himself and how you were falling apart, and begging. He pushed 3 fingers inside of you, curling upwards right on your sweet spot, making you gasp.

“Fuck, Namjoon!” You moaned rather loud. “Right there, right fucking there.”

Yoongi moved his hand towards your clit, rubbing back and forth with two fingers as Namjoon pumped 3 of his fingers in and out of you.

The pleasure was making your body shake, and hard to hold yourself up. You were a whining, moaning mess.

“Mhm.” Namjoon groaned. “Fall apart for us. Just like that.”

“Fuck.” Yoongi spoke. “Hear how wet you are?”

He was right, you could literally hear it.

If that was a question, you couldn’t answer it properly. Your body was nearly trembling, and your mind was foggy as your orgasm hit you. You gave up in holding yourself up, collapsing on the bed.

Namjoon kissed your inner thighs as you gathered yourself for a moment.

“Fuck.” You panted; eyes screwed shut.

You felt someone brush your hair away from your face.

“Please, fuck me.” You finally opened your eyes, looking at both men hovering over you.

“Greedy even though you’re getting two cocks?” Namjoon spoke, making Yoongi let out a chuckle.

You nodded, biting your lip. You took a deep breath in when you felt Namjoon’s cock head against your opening.

Your hands were behind either one of your knees, holding your legs apart for him. Namjoon forced you to let go, and his hands replaced yours, his grip stronger as he pushed your knees up more and your legs further apart.

“Fuck, I love your cunt.” Namjoon swore, looking down. “Pretty. And always so wet for me.”

“Spit on it.” Yoongi spoke suddenly.

You looked at him, then looked back at Namjoon.

Watching him spit directly on your cunt was probably one of the hottest things that you had ever witnessed.

“Fuck.” You whined, moving your hand to rub your clit.

Namjoon pushed his cock inside of you suddenly, letting out a moan at the feeling.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You whined, grabbing at the sheets on the bed as Namjoon was now plunged up to the hilt inside of you.

He seemed to be fucking you slow and deep, making you feel every inch of him. You were a whining, moaning mess. Namjoon eventually picked up his pace, looking down and watching the way his cock moved in and out of you.

“Joon.” You kept repeating his name as if that was the only thing you knew how to say.

Namjoon bit down on his lip. “Tell me how good I fuck you, I wanna hear it.”

“So. Fucking. Good.” You spoke, your words punctuated by his thrusts.

“Mhm.” Namjoon grunted. “Good girl.”

You bit down on your lip at his words, closing your eyes. Suddenly when you weren’t looking, you felt fingers against your clit, making you gasp. It was Yoongi, who was hovering over you, making you slightly try and sit up.

“So sensitive, think we can make you squirt like last time?” Yoongi asked you while Namjoon was still fucking you.

Namjoon suddenly hit particularly deep, making your mouth fall open, but you nodded anyways.

“Joon was right.” Yoongi smirked. “You are a good girl.”

Namjoon started fucking into you hard, while Yoongi’s fingers didn’t ease up on your clit.

“Fuck.” You swore, biting your lip. “Don’t stop.” Your words came out almost as a sob.

“Not going to.” Namjoon breathed out, gripping your legs so hard you thought he was bruising you.

Your legs were shaking, and your hands gripped the bed sheets hard. You looked at both men that were standing over you; both sweaty, and so determined to make you cum.

You drew in a shaky breath, feeling your orgasm close.

“Fuck, you’re clenching me.” Namjoon moaned, letting go of one of your legs to push his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

 You whined something so incoherent; you didn’t even think it was words.

“Let it go.” Yoongi’s face was so close to yours that you could smell the whisky on his breathe, the intoxicating smell making you dizzy.

Yoongi abruptly started to rub your clit faster, making you cry out so loud that you forgot that he had neighbors that might hear all of this. Your orgasm crashed into you, making your stomach tighten as your arousal gushed out of you; some of it getting on Namjoon’s lower stomach, and Yoongi’s bed sheets.

“So fucking hot.” Yoongi swore, before kissing you.

Namjoon pulled out of you, making you whine from the slight overstimulation.

Yoongi leaned close to you, grabbing your jaw for you to look at him. “Ready to take my cock?” His voice was low, making you bite your lip before he kissed you.

“Yes, please.” You spoke, before he kissed you again. Yoongi moaned against your mouth, giving you chills.

“Turn around for me, show me how good you can take it.”

Yoongi smirked as you turned over onto your hands and knees and then he was behind you. You almost jumped when you felt one of his hands on your thigh, and then brushed against your clit. You let out a sob of a moan, making Yoongi chuckle lightly.

“Don’t fucking tease me.” You swore at him, almost angry.

“I won’t.” You heard Yoongi step away from you and open a drawer to grab something. You could only assume that it had to be lube.

He came back, and you felt him align the tip of his cock with your entrance, putting one of his hands along the small of your back.

Yoongi pushed himself inside of you, bottoming out inside your cunt in one thrust, making you let out a rather loud moan.

“Fuck. Your pussy is so good.” Yoongi spoke, forming a rhythm that had your mind already gone.

You arched your back even more than it already was, desperate to feel every inch of him.

“Fuck. Don’t stop.” You gripped the sheets into a fist with one of your hands.

He started to fuck into you harder, and you gave up any attempt to hold yourself up with your hands; your upper body collapsing onto the bed.

Yoongi’s thrusts faltered for a moment. “Hold on.” He muttered, stopping completely to grab that bottle of lube that was now somewhere on the bed.

“Yoongi…” You whined his name, rutting yourself into him in attempts to fuck yourself on his cock.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Yoongi put one hand onto you towards your waist.

You heard him open the lid, and without even seeing him, you knew what he was about to do.

With no warning, you suddenly felt it dripping onto your ass, startling you. It was somewhat cold, but you got accustomed to it quickly.

“Sorry if it’s kind of cold.” Yoongi apologized, squeezing more from the bottle.

He was catching any stray drips with his fingers, spreading it around. Everything felt very messy. You were going to probably need a shower after this.

“How much lube do you like?” Yoongi’s fingers dipped between your folds. “I’ll use as much as you want. I don’t care if it’s the whole bottle.”

“A lot.” Your breath hitched when you felt the pad of his thumb against the rim of your ass.

You harshly sucked in a breath, not going unnoticed by Yoongi.

“Relax for me.” He spoke, and you felt him add more lube.

You were relaxed. You’ve done this before; you were just unbelievably horny.

You breathed in and out, everything feeling like it was moving in slow motion. You almost forgot that his cock was still inside of you.

You let out a high-pitched moan when he finally pushed his thumb inside of you, along with the combination of him thrusting his cock once more.

“Oh my god.” Yoongi muttered through his teeth, now pushing his thumb all of the way in and trying to fuck into you harder.

“Fuck.” You whined, now feeling like you could cum at almost any moment.

Namjoon brushed your hair away from your face. “Doing so good.” His praise turned you on even more. “But you can’t cum until we’re both inside of you.”

Fuck. That was going to be hard.

You sucked in an unsteady breath as Yoongi pulled out of you, and you took that opportunity to gather yourself.

You turned your head to look at him, breathing heavy.

“Fuck.” You whined; hearing Yoongi put more lube onto his length.

You put your knees further apart, trying to get more comfortable, leaning down onto your forearms more.

You moaned when you felt the head of his cock against the rim of your ass. “Yoongi.”

Yoongi was gripping the base of his cock, ever so slightly teasing you. “I won’t go in all of the way, whatever’s comfortable for you.”

You hummed in response, breathing in and out.

You felt Yoongi finally push himself into you, the stretch of his thick length feeling divine; making you let out a rather loud moan.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” Yoongi moaned, leaning his head back.

“Yoongi, fuck me.” You whined, gripping his bed sheets into a fist with one of your hands.

Even though Namjoon said you couldn’t cum yet, it was going to be difficult.

Yoongi was fucking into you slow, making you feel every inch of his cock; even though he wasn’t even going in all of the way.

You reached one of your hands in between your legs, starting to rub your clit in slow circles. You closed your eyes, moaning; the combination of the stimulation and Yoongi fucking into you feeling insane.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Yoongi grunted. “Don’t forget, you can’t cum yet.”

You whined in protest, even though he was right. That’s what Namjoon said.

“I need both of you.” You managed to speak. “Fuck, I need —”

“Yeah?” Yoongi asked you, his breathing erratic.

You nodded and tried to look at him. “Please.” Your voice came out needier than ever, making Yoongi and Namjoon smirk.

Yoongi pulled out of you, making you let out a small sigh. You sat up on your knees on Yoongi’s bed, facing Namjoon. He brushed your hair away from your face and kissed you deeply; his hand reaching for your jaw. You moaned into his mouth, grabbing onto his wrist.

You pulled away, your faces still close to one another. Namjoon couldn’t stop looking at you as he licked his bottom lip.

“Joon, you can lie down.” You spoke softly to him. “I’m ready.”

He nodded and let out a sigh. “Okay.”

Namjoon laid down on the bed, and you climbed onto him soon after he got comfortable, hovering over his hard length.

Namjoon sat himself up with one of his arms, gripping the base of his cock to align himself with your entrance.

“Sit on my cock, baby.” He encouraged you.

You hummed at his words, putting both of your palms onto his chest and stomach to steady yourself as you sunk down onto him; letting out a rather loud moan as your cunt was still so sensitive.

Tilting your hips forward, you let out a small whine when you felt his cockhead brush against your g spot. Namjoon adjusted himself so that his feet were flat against the bed on either side, allowing him to thrust upwards inside of you.

“Yoongi.” You whined, practically calling out to him.

“I’m right here.” Yoongi spoke with a sort of sweetness in his voice, one of his hands moving along your back.

You heard him applying more lube to his cock, making you mentally thank him even though it was such a mess.

“If anything is uncomfortable, I’ll stop, okay?” You felt Yoongi align himself with the rim of your ass, making your brain short circuit; almost forgetting he asked you a question.

“Okay.” You breathed out. “God, Yoongi just put it in me. Please.” You almost laughed at your desperation.

“Breathe.” Yoongi spoke, pushing his length into you. You followed his words and took a breath in and out right as he did so.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whined, the mix of pleasure and stretch of both cocks making you unable to form words. “Feel so fucking full.”

Namjoon was panting underneath you, obviously feeling everything that you were feeling as well.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” Yoongi groaned.

Both gave you a moment for your body to adjust to everything.

“Move, please.” You spoke to the both of them once you were comfortable. “Need you to fuck me.”

Namjoon held you tightly against himself with one of his arms as him and Yoongi formed a rhythm; both of their cocks never leaving you at the same time. You felt as if you never stopped moaning their names.

With so much stimulation you felt like your orgasm was approaching faster than usual, and you were trying so hard to fight it; until you were practically trembling.

“Fuck, Joon.” Your voice coming out as a needy whine. “I’m so close, gonna cum.”

Yoongi pushed himself slightly deeper than usual with one particular thrust, making your orgasm snap into place, your limbs trembling and feeling numb.

“Fuck, you want me to cum in you?” Yoongi asked you, referencing to cumming in your ass.

“Both of you.” You moaned. “Cum inside me; fill me up.”

“Fuck, you’re something else.” Yoongi grunted before one final thrust: releasing himself inside of you. The feeling made you gasp.

He was still breathing erratically, but he pulled out of you; some of his fluids dripping out of you and onto the bed sheets and such.

“Namjoon.” You let out a wanton moan, almost desperate for him to finish inside of you. “Gonna fill you up so good.” He grunted, grabbing hold of your hips and bouncing you onto his cock.

Suddenly, his pace faltered, and you felt his warm release inside of your cunt; making you sigh. You were desperate to catch your breath.

“Fuck, that was…” Yoongi was panting, trying to find the words.

“Amazing.” A smile was on your face as you too struggled to catch your breath. “I think I should take both of your cocks more often.”

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taglist: @thepurpleghost @dearlyjoonie @che-er-ful @thoughtfullysassysublime @yoongiscta @polyparkj

[taissaswifelowkey]

What if I said wlw reader with State Senator Taissa Turner? Maybe during her stressful campaign? What would you write, hmm? 💞💞💞

it's been a long time coming but SENATOR TAISSA IS HERE PEOPLE

also first ask ever im doing backflips

Rest up

Named after “rest up” by boy pablo!! 

New Jersey’s future relies on the shoulder of their plausible Senator, Taissa Turner. How can she manage to not disappoint electors, herself, and her family?

Pairings: established Senator!Taissa and afab!reader

sorry van :(( i still love you!!

Word count: 1.7 K

A/N: second time writing more than bullet points, i had fun with this one! i just loveeee comfort pieces. feedback is always always welcome enjoy reading :))

Warnings: none, possible grammatical/syntax errors? i did proofreead it while writing but i can never be too sure. pure, pure comfort, gay, reader is kind of an overthinker, possible ooc taissa? and some canon mentions.

Her hands are buried in her hair, vague voices of her campaign managers still somehow floating in her ears, drowning among other thoughts in her mind. She was usually able to think, plan and organise. Crumpled papers overflow the dustbin, some with complete or half-complete sentences, bullet points and outlines. Her cup of coffee replaced by tea– at your raised concern of her moving onto her fifth cup, remains unfinished. It’s not that she does not appreciate the taste. But at every sip, she somehow felt guilty ridiculously enough because you made it. You. You don’t realise it and you would always try to downplay it, but you’re a greater help than you think. Just by giving her a cup of tea, bringing her lunch and making time with her and Sammy relieves the tension in her shoulders and back. Oddly enough she misses the warmth of your touch in her lower back, your hand adding the slightest bit of pressure to remind her to sit up whenever you would bring something for her to power up on. Then an entire spiral of thoughts concerning you comes rushing to her brain, adding another layer of thoughts to her frontal lobe.

A ding thankfully interrupts the spiral from going any further, the messages reading strategy meetings and gala plannings. She types a quick reply back and then refocuses on the blank sheet of paper.

Nothing

Empty

At this point, it feels like it’s mocking her. But she knows better than to throw away the sheet without even trying to write something. And that is her problem.

It’s what she has been doing for the entirety of six hours. Trying. Which is nearly not enough if she is running for state Senator. It’s like cutting flesh with a dull knife. Or trying to take down prey with no weapons.

Another noise. A knock.

Maybe it’s her assistant that you let through. Fixing her appearance, she stands up and wills her nerves to wake up and transmit all her body needs to look wakened. 

“Come in.”

At her low tone, your hand presses on the knob. It has been…well. You don’t know how long she was cooped up in her study, wanting to give her space without overbearing. You figured she’d ask for your help if she needed it.  “Offer, don’t push” is what you always told yourself. But after nearly not seeing her for some time, making dinner, helping Sammy with his homework and putting him to bed, you decided to push your anxious logical path thinking away.

“Hey. Can I…can I come in?”

You asked hesitantly. Taissa raises an amused eyebrow before you nod and chuckle, stepping into her study. Immediately, almost comically, both of your eyes are trained on the unfinished cup of tea. You briefly glance at the bin of crumpled papers, making a mental note to discard them, before lifting them back to Taissa’s. Her shoulders are slightly slumped, her hands squeezing the pen she is holding. Any further and you think she’d be able to break it.

You take tentative steps before she lets go of it, her hands reaching for your waist. A yelp escapes you before you react quickly and encircle your arms on her shoulders, gently rubbing her covered skin. She’s wearing her polka-dot shirt, the one you offered for her birthday. You would lie if you said it didn’t make you feel flattered, or a certain warmth rising in your chest. She is met with your scent, something floral, sweet, and comforting. She swears she could spend all day in your arms, the taunting, almost attacking and borderline-yet-acceptable problematic opposing ad campaign forgotten. 

Almost. Even if it is not a lot, not nearly enough, it is still significant. You press a gentle kiss on her forehead and gaze down at her.

“Is that the Phil guy?”

The name, word, leaves your lips in partial disgust. Upon seeing the ruthless ad, you felt your heart dropping in your chest before it picked up a rhythm. 

“It”s the Phil Guy.”

She chuckles. You barely return it, momentarily letting go of your embrace, much to her protest, you click off the ad. He annoys you to no end. She would be taken aback by your action if she weren’t so tired. Well, tired was not the right word.

If she didn’t feel the pressure of the entire state she would be taken aback by your actions. You usually kept to yourself in her office, insisting on not touching anything because it might “distract her” or “some invincible force I have might destroy something”.  She found your superstitions equal parts endearing and ridiculous.

Without another word, she pulls you back into her arms, and for a minute you’re surprised by the strength she holds you with. 

It’s been minutes and she hasn’t said anything besides “come in”. You know it must be one of those days. Her days. Where she would silently think and reflect. Still, you let her know that if she does want to express herself, her frustrations, anything that comes to her mind, you’re willing to listen.

You slightly pull back to meet her tired eyes and drop your voice to a low whisper, as if speaking up might scare her.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

It takes her a full calculated minute to answer. Usually, she would prefer to just hold you in her arms and you talk about your day to make her momentarily forget about her own. To make her feel like Taissa, your wife, Sammy’s mother, and not Taissa Turner. But you wait. You always waited.

“Just…it’s just…strategy meetings. We’re wondering how to deal with…well. The Phil Guy. I have this upcoming interview in which I’ll have to discuss my programme, galas that I’ll have to attend to shake everyone’s hands and–”

Hallucinations, Sammy being odd, sleepwalking…the guy she swore she swore her brain buried 25 years ago. The damn reporter.

“...I’ve been, uh…lacking sleep. I mean sleep is not on the table considering the career I chose but today just feels like I’m…going in circles unconstructively. I mean I’m supposed to run things correctly and I can’t even do that.”

You don’t interrupt her throughout, choosing to resume rubbing gentle circles on her shoulders. You have known Taissa for a while now. She has many layers. Perfectionist, caring albeit stoic, and often sardonic. It makes up who she is, who you fell in love with, but you don’t want those same layers to drown her into nothingness.

With a gentle hand, you bring her own and raise them to your cheeks. Instinctively, her thumbs circle your cheeks, tracing every feature she finds.

“You do a lot more than you think, Ty. For me, Sammy but for everyone. You’re our hero. The state’s hero. Everyone sees that…but if they don’t, well I might or might not have to pay some of them so they could outrightly say it.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“Think of it as an incentive instead of an illegal conspiracy. I’m just encouraging people to see how lovely you are.”

She laughs and playfully pushes you away, shaking her head at your false promise. At least she hopes you. She knows you would never do anything to jeopardise her position, but she always knows you would definitely do something similar if it were legitimate. 

“You’re silly.”

“I’m truthful. Everyone knows how useful you are, Ty. You don’t ‘go in circles unconstructively.’ You do so much for us, for everyone, you don’t even realise the impact you have. We love you. I love you.”

Your eyes soften, your warm hands reaching for hers, silently encouraging her to stand up. She smiles lightly, getting up from her chair to hold you.

She feels better holding you this way, your body completely pressed to hers. The soft material of your oversized sweater and the scent of your perfume mixed with a hint of laundry detergent made her thoughts slow down to a halt. Eventually, you slide one of your hands around her waist, the other lifting her hand. She raises one eyebrow, tilting her head in a silent question.

“Just wondering if Senator Taissa could offer me this dance? That is, if she wants to, of course.”

With a roll of her eyes, she lets you lead, a smile breaking out her face.

“What for?”

“Well…if ever you need a plus one for your invitations, I need to practise, right?”

“You’re just saying that to dance with me.”

“Whoops.”

You twirl her around, her sweet laugh resonating in your ears, making you feel like you’re floating.

“I was never really good at hiding my intentions, anyway.”

“Yeah, you never were…like when you always make my coffee first before moving along to the others and throwing me extra cookies, ‘free of charge’?”

“Okay, that’s some serious misinformation. I paid for those cookies and you were always the first in line.”

“I am pretty sure other college students needed their refill.”

“They weren’t the ones I was really preoccupied with.”

Her chest feels warmth at your words. Her eyes flicker between yours before dropping to your lips. She doesn’t even have to ask you, you’re already leaning in, pulling her impossibly close. You taste like caramel, clouding all her senses, almost making her knees buckle. You were so gentle, tender, a contrast to what her entire body had made her feel. Eventually, when air was necessary, you reluctantly pulled back, peering into each other’s eyes.

“You’re too sweet for me…”

It was so uncharacteristic of her, to smile in such a way that remind her of the college days when you would walk together back home, or be one another’s car ride.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the one that’s making me feel lightheaded, here.”

“Dork.”

“You love it.”

“I love you.”

She pulls you back for another kiss, stealing all the air of your lungs. You gratefully return it, spinning her once more again. She’s about to kiss you again when her stomach grumbles, making her groan in embarrassment while you try to contain your laughter.

“I didn’t even realise you haven’t eaten today…do you want me to bring you some leftovers? I could leave her while you wor–”

“No, let’s eat together.”

You smile and hold her hand in yours, leaving her office and turning off the lights behind you.

Her mind still runs but this time…it’s with you. Your words, your eyes, your kiss…

You’re her purpose. You make her feel her. And wishes her brain would imprint and memorise this moment when it chooses to speed run everything else.

[formula-fun]

Fic Writer Interview (thank you @chandelier-s-notebook for the tag my dear!!)

I'll use a cut as well!

How many works do you have on ao3?

On this account, 6! In total its something like 50 I think!

What’s your total word count?

you will probably not believe this but it's 1,021,939. most of it is on different accounts or on anon. i promise you a lot of the early ones are....not really worth reading

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

fire + sound (you guys are freaks ily)

i'd sing you a morning golden and new

Of Shadow

remember me love, when i'm reborn

something for band of brothers from 10 years ago that's anonymous

Do you respond to comments? Why/ why not?

Yes, i try to respond to all of them! it means a lot to me when people take the time to comment, so i try to always take the time to give a response

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Definitely this one. I used to have a no sad endings policy and this is the first thing i've ever written that's broken that!

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

if i had words has a pretty happy ending! once the sequel is done it will have a VERY happy ending

Do you write crossovers?

Not in the sense of crossovers with two characters from two different fandoms. i love a good au though!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I don't think so. Occasionally I get comments that come off as a little rude, but I try to give people the benefit of the doubt and assume they didn't mean it like that

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

hahahah do i ever!! and now i have friends who enable me so its only getting worse from here im afraid!!!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, i've floated ideas online and had them stolen before but i've never been plagiarized

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! A couple of my older fics. It's one of the biggest compliments imo

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, I cowrote a crack fic a few years ago and i'm gonna be cowriting another soon! we're still in the brainstorm stage right now

What's your all-time favourite ship?

oof ok canonically i think stucky is kind of boring but some of the fics really went off

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

................we will have GTA6 before we get the pacrim au...............

What are your writing strengths?

Hmm probably setting descriptions? i get a lot of compliments for the capri scenes in if i had words. sometimes i write decent smut but i dont consider it to be reliably something im good at, it can be hit or miss

What are your writing weaknesses?

planning, outlining, anything like that. there are many cases of me writing 90% of a fic and then taking a million years to post the final chapter because i'm not quite sure how everything is tied together at the end. usually i write 20%, stop and make an outline and then write the rest, but the outline for the ending is always so vague that it just doesn't really work out and it takes way more brain power than it needs to. i am aware of this. unfortunately i will probably never change.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

this is such a good question okok so it depends a little? say its charles' pov and theyre speaking french. i usually just put it in english but indicate theyre speaking french because the reader knows as much as the pov does. but if someones speaking dutch i usually just say "x said something in dutch" because he doesnt understand it so neither does the reader. sometimes i put the actual dutch if doing it the other way would break the flow of it, but i dont provide translations unless its something that charles would understand

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

band of brothers i think!

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

actually i dont know if there are any!! maybe piarles? yukierre? honestly though i'm pretty happy where i am <3

What's your favourite fic you've written?

if i had words is my baby <33 i dont know if i have a favorite out of the two parts though. i love them both in different ways. i maybe have a slight preference for charles', though!

going to tag @talkingismylifewrites @wedriftlikelonelyplanets @mvpanda1 @samu-writes

[rosekasa]

🦉🌷🔮 for the fanfic writers game!

HANAA, JAANEMAN!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!

🦉Is there another author that helped inspire you to write?

omg so many come to mind and im actually afraid that im going to miss people out because i feel like the only reason i write is because of the people i admire. between 2021-2023 i really struggled with writing for a bit, i dont know why, someone gave me nazar probably, but there are some writers who i would read COPIOUS amounts of and think, this, THIS love i feel while reading is the love i want to feel about my own work

@jattendschaton , obviously, has been one of my biggest inspirations since i was a BABY. their writing is so descriptive and evocative. so insanely detailed. studying their writing was what got me into the habit of trying to find different ways to express a sentence to see if i could get a more accurate representation of the feeling i wanted to convey

@frostedpuffs and @lnc2 were the first ml writers i ever read <3 i didnt even know i wanted to write fic at the time! honestly a lot of my earlier characterisations/ways of writing are heavily inspired by their works because i was so obsessed with them! they made me want to start posting on ml ao3 in the first place

@xiueryn , i downloaded a bunch of yilena's fics onto my kindle in late 2022 and fucking DEVOURED them. i hadn't really been reading longer ml fics at all at the time but yilena's... i could not stop. their worldbuilding, their pacing, the way they make writing 40k+ word fics seem almost effortless? it became a joke with my irl best friend because i would literally randomly say "oh yilena you legend" while readingsdjkfhsd

@miabrown007, i read seven is a lucky number and it RUINED me for life. i dont know why this is what keeps coming to mind, but in her a/ns she mentioned that she HAD to end the word count on a multiple of seven, and i was like, oh my god, she puts so much structural thought into her stories. meeting her irl and hearing her talk about her writing process in detail was an out of body experience. that day itself i wanted to finish a multichapter

@asukiess, if loving ao3 user asukiess was a cult i would run it. i read tbsym and it really slapped me in the face because, having encountered it at a time where i felt like i ran out of any and all ability to be unique and creative with ml, i was like, oh my god, this person just wrote 10k+ words about. kuro neko?? a twenty minute episode? and she got SO MUCH out of it? and it hit me that like. if you love something enough you WILL find a way to create more out of it.

🌷What's one of your fics that isn't as popular, but you hold dear?

i have all my stats turned off on ao3 so i havent actually had that feeling of "aw i love this fic i wrote but it didnt really get popular" in like. three years sdjfhdsjkfds but checking my stats now, hmm. maybe ya'aburnee? which is funny because although it has fewer kudos than my other fics it's also the fic that people who i meet in the fandom yell at me for the most. at the mcm ml meetup a friend who came was like "HOW ARE U COMPLAINING ABOUT MCD YOU LITERALLY WROTE IT" and i so vehemently was like NO I LITERALLY DIDNT WHEN and they were like??? are u fucking stupid. it was great

🔮What's your favorite plot twist you've ever written?

the plot twist to ya'aburnee was a banger in the outlines but i feel like i didnt execute it that well in the actual fic. but lpoam i think was my FAVOURITE favourite. i even cried while writing the death scenesfdjshd

[ellies-little-thing]

Life goes on (e.w.) part 3

*not my images, but i edited it

My masterlist <3

pairing: young!ellie/young!reader

Warnings: fluf; reader is referred to as she/her; mentions of trauma; just cute best friend stuff really; a bit of angst; Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: Hi! This was a request but im having a blast writing it! I hope you like it, I really liked writing it! Feedback is always welcome and likes and reblogs are always encouraged! Thank you! Enjoy!  More parts to come!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

word count: 5.5k

16 years old - Part 3

A year later, you and Ellie were walking together after school at the end of the day. Ellie seemed like she was in a much better mood than usual. Sometimes you hung out in your house, others in hers. You normally drew while she played her guitar that Joel had given her. Sometimes you watched movies, sometimes you played some old playstation games. You really liked each other's company.

"Hey? Can I ask you something?" Ellie asked, looking at the ground with her hands in her pockets.

“Yeah?” You look up at her walking beside you.

“Do you think we can spend the rest of the afternoon together?” She asks with her hands in her pockets still, looking at the ground.

“Sure.” You walk to your house and go to your bedroom. Ellie follows you.

“So what do you wanna do for a while?" Ellie looks at you excitedly as she asks this.

“Just hang out for a bit, my mom isn't home yet and I don't like being alone, you know…” You say feeling a bit awkward.

"Ah, alright then. Well, then let's just sit down and talk for a bit." Ellie takes a seat on your bed. "So... why do you not like being alone?" She always wanted to know more about you. You were so fascinating to her. Your voice, your eyes, the clothes you'd wear, the way you smiled when you saw her, how beautiful you looked in the golden hour’s sunlight.

“I don't know. It's just scary.” You never liked being alone and after meeting Ellie, the fear just got even worse. Ellie didn't like being alone either, it was actually her worst fear, ending up alone.

"Well, there's nothing to be afraid of. You're safe in your house, you're not in any danger." Ellie says this as she smiles at you. "Well, we could talk... or we could draw or something to occupy the time too."

“Sure, let's draw something.” You say after thinking for a few seconds, then you go get some paper and a pencil. Ellie was always doodling when she got bored. That resulted in a wall of your bedroom being almost filled with her sketches and drawings she had gifted you over time.

"Yeah! That would be fun." Ellie says this excitedly and then gets up and walks over to your desk too. "Hmm, what should we draw?" Ellie looks over at the drawing supplies that she sees on your desk.

“What about we try to draw each other?” You ask, smiling at her.

Ellie looks at you and then smiles as you say this. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea" Ellie opens her bag and gets out some paper and a pencil. "I'll try to draw you." Ellie says this before starting to sketch a portrait of you on the paper.

“And I'll try drawing you.” You smile at your paper and pencil in hand. Ellie's eyes are locked onto the paper as she starts sketching you. Every few seconds, she stops to look at you for a minute before continuing with her drawing.

You try your best to draw her face well. You're not very confident in your art skills though. Ellie is watching you as you sketch her face. She looks interested as she sees you working and smiles when she notices you stick your tongue out when you get very concentrated. She thought you looked adorable when you did that.

“What?” You blush slightly as you notice her looking at you in a way that is more than just to get some references to transfer to the paper.

"Nothing! Nothing at all." Ellie says this as she looks back down at her drawing. She starts to work on another part of the portrait, and then looks up at you again to see your progress on your sketch.

“It's not done, don't look!” You hide your paper from her.

"Hmm? Okay, okay." Ellie smiles and looks down at her sketch again. She stays focused on her drawing and continues to add more details to it. After about half an hour you both finish your sketches.

Ellie looks at your drawing and smiles. It is a really good likeness of Ellie and she is really impressed by your drawing skills. "Wow! You're really talented!" Ellie looks over at your sketch and smiles again. "You finished really quickly.” Her heart warmed when she saw your drawing of her.

“Can I see yours now?" You ask Ellie as you swap papers. Ellie's eyes are locked on your sketch as she stares at it for a minute. "Wow... you have a knack for this. This looks amazing!" Ellie says this as she smiles and looks at the likeness that you managed to catch on the paper. "I can't believe that this is the first time that you've done a portrait like this. You've done really well!"

You look at her drawing of your face and blush a bit. It looks just like you and she drew a heart next to her signature. Ellie looks over and notices you blushing a little bit. "Oh? You're blushing a little?" Ellie smiles brightly at you as she notices your reaction to her sketch.

“No I'm not!!” You deny, clearly blushing.

"Oh really? Then what's with the blush?" Ellie giggles a little bit and pokes you in the shoulder. "You're totally blushing right now." She teases you.

“No, I am not, miss Ellie Williams!” You nudge her. Ellie continues to laugh as she pokes you on the shoulder again and then nudges you slightly.

"Yes you're blushing. It's cute, and you know it!" Ellie stares at you for a second and she smiles, seemingly trying to tease you about your reaction, but admiring your beauty as well.

“Stop!” You nudge her again. Ellie laughs as you nudge her back. "What? You don't wanna be teased? Well, that's too bad. I'm still gonna do it anyways.” Ellie then pokes your shoulder and laughs again.

You pick up one of the pillows on your bed and throw it at her. Ellie looks surprised when she sees the pillow coming flying towards her. The pillow makes contact with her and she falls backwards onto the bed, laughing as she catches her balance.

"Oh! You asked for it!" Ellie picks up one of the pillows that is nearby and throws it back at you as she continues to laugh.

“Ellie! I'm gonna win this pillow fight! I'm warning you!” You laugh as you continue.

"Haha! If you say so,Y/N! If you say so." Ellie chuckles and throws another pillow at you as the pillow fight begins.

You hit each other a few times before you two get really close without realizing. Ellie's eyes suddenly meet with yours when you guys got so close. "Woah… Um? Are you...why are you so close to me?" Ellie suddenly becomes shy and looks away slightly as she says this. She was starting to feel some tension in the air.

You backed away immediately, as you felt a bit embarrassed, Ellie looked confused as you backed away. “What 's wrong? You okay?" Ellie also backs away to give you some space.

“Yeah I'm fine…” You say looking at your lap.

"Oh, okay then…" Ellie looks slightly worried still, but seems to think that everything is okay. "Well, shall we continue with the pillow fight then?" She smiles at you once again.

“You're on!” You feel the embarrassment leaving your body as you start hitting her with the pillow again. Ellie grins happily as she picks up two more pillows and starts to throw them at you, seeming to be aiming towards your body.

“Hey! You're cheating!” You laugh as you try to hit her face.

"Am I?! How am I cheating? This is a pillow fight! There are no rules!" Ellie throws one more pillow at you as she says this. She seems like she's having fun with this pillow fight and isn't taking it too seriously. Ellie is hit a few more times, but she doesn't really seem to mind.

"Are you having fun? Hum?" Ellie says this, teasing you as you both continue to "fight" each other. Eventually you get tired and lay back on your bed catching your breaths. “I definitely won that.” You say a bit out of breath, but still confident.

"Yeah, you definitely won. You're right." Ellie chuckles lightly. "You're the pillow fight champion now! I'll never underestimate you when it comes to pillow fighting again!" Ellie smiles and nudges you with her arm. You blush a bit, nudging her too.

"Oh? Is that a blush I spy on your face? What's that for?" Ellie teases you about your reaction and nudges you again.

“I am not!” You say defensively, not helping much with your case.

"Oh really? Cause I'm pretty sure that you're blushing right now." Ellie smirks slightly and nudges you again. "And it's so cute when you blush too."

“Stop, I'm not cute!” You cover your face with your hands. Ellie laughs as she nudges you again. "Aww, don't hide your cute face. It's adorable when you blush…" Ellie smiles warmly at you and looks over at your hands that you were hiding behind. She started feeling her heart race as she touched your hands to try and take them away from your face.

“Stop looking at me!” You say, a bit anxious as you feel butterflies in your stomach forming. Ellie looks over at you and then laughs. 

"No way! You're just making it more tempting by hiding your face." Ellie then nudges your shoulder slightly again. "How bout you unhide your face, huh?" You take your hands off slightly as you look back at her.

"That's better…" Ellie keeps smiling as she looks at you for a minute admiring your features. "Hey? Can I ask you something?"

“What is it?” You uncover your face and smile gently at her.

"Um, well, you see... um..." Ellie looks away slightly when she says this, like she's trying to figure out how to phrase what she wants to ask you. "Well, I was just wondering if... it's okay if I can hug you?"

You blush a bit more. “Yeah, that's okay.” You hug her back.

"Thank you." Ellie nods as she smiles and leans in closer to you. She wraps her arms around you and hugs you tightly for a moment. "You're such a good friend. I really appreciate your kindness, you know?"

“I'm not that great…” You say in a low tone, still in the hug.

"Well, even if you don't think that you are, I still think that you're a really wonderful person."

Ellie says this softly as she keeps hugging you tightly.

You hug her a little tighter. Ellie smiles as she leans her head against yours. She keeps on hugging you tightly and doesn't seem like she wants to let go anytime soon. "You're such a sweet and kind person. I can't believe that I met you... I'm so lucky." Ellie says this quietly as she continues to hug you.

“I'm the lucky one…” You say to yourself, not realizing you said it out loud. You were secretly really enjoying how long the hug between you was. Ellie stays quiet for a few seconds and doesn't let go of you. She seems to be smiling slightly as she thinks about what you just said. "Really? Why do you say that?"

“hum... nothing....” You feel embarrassed as you realize you said it out loud.

"Come on. You can tell me." Ellie looks up and her eyes are locked onto yours. She smiles at you as she continues to hold you.

“I'm the lucky one... for having you as my friend,” You say quietly. "Aw… well, I'm very happy that we're friends." Ellie says this as she continues to hug you. "Hey… I actually had a gift that I wanted to give you. Would you like to see it?"

“A gift?” You ask curious. Ellie nods and smiles brighter.

"Yeah, I made you something. I wanted to surprise you... so you'll only see it once I give you it. So, may I show you my gift?"

“Okay!” You smile excitedly.

"Great! Um... okay, so, you wanna close your eyes?" Ellie seems like she has something big planned for her surprise gift for you. She smiles as she looks at you, as you close your eyes.

Ellie takes your hand and holds it. "Alright, now don't peek, even slightly. Okay?" Ellie's voice is soft and she looks like she wants to keep her gift as a surprise. She is really nervous that you won't like it.

“Okay!” You assure her. Ellie reaches into her bag and takes something out. She asks you once more to make sure that you won't even try to peek for a second. "You wouldn't dare peek, would you?"

“I promise, I won't open them.” You respond smiling, still with your eyes closed.

"Alright, good." Ellie smiles and you can tell that she's excited for you to see what she has planned for the gift. "Alright then, open your eyes now!"

You open your eyes slowly. Ellie has a huge smile on her face as you open your eyes. She is excited for your reaction to a drawing of you that she has made. It has a lot of detail to it and it has taken her a long time to make it perfect for you. It almost looks like a picture more than a drawing. It was one of the most beautiful drawings she's ever done.

"What do you think? Do you like it?" Ellie is clearly trying to tease you and she is looking directly at you as she holds up the piece of paper for you to see.

“Wha... Did you do this yourself?” You were very surprised by her talent.

Ellie nods excitedly and smiles. "Yeah! I made this all by myself. It took a long time to do it though because I wanted you to have the best gift ever!" Ellie is holding the drawing close to her chest and she looks directly at you. "Well? What do you think about it? Do you like it?"

“I love it, thank you so much!” You hug her tightly. Ellie hugs you back and smirks.

"I'm really happy that you love it. I really am…" Ellie continues to hug you and seems really proud of herself for making that drawing just for you.

“Is it for me to keep?” You ask still not believing your eyes. "Of course! This drawing is for you. I drew it for you, and you can keep it forever." Ellie smiles warmly as she says this. “Thanks Ells.” You look at the paper once more before hugging her again. "No problem. You're so welcome." Ellie hugs you back and smiles. "I'm so happy that you liked the drawing."

You blush a bit at the thought of her spending so many hours on that drawing she made for you. Ellie can tell that you're blushing a little bit. She laughs as she stares at your cheeks. You try to look calm.

"Aww, you're blushing a little bit again?" Ellie smiles widely as she says this, not trying to make you feel bad in any way.

“No... no i'm not!” You deny it again.

"You sure about that? You're looking really red at the moment." Ellie keeps staring at your cheeks and then chuckles slightly.

“Stop!” You nudged her. “I'll put it on my wall next to all the others you made for me.”

"Oh really? You'll put it on your wall? Well, that's adorable. I'm so glad that you like my drawing." Ellie smiles and keeps staring at you a little bit as you get up and go towards your desk. She involuntarily looks directly at your butt, it looked amazing in those jeans in her defense. “I'm surprised at how much you like it. I thought that you'd like it, but not this much."

“Are you kidding? It's amazing!” You say as you pin it on the wall above your desk, next to all the others.

"Aww, thanks." Ellie keeps smiling at you and seems really flattered by all of your kind words.

"I have a question to ask you." Ellie rubs the back of her head and laughs a little bit as she says this.

“Yes?” You say as you come back and sit on your bed. Ellie seems a little bit worried as she looks at you. "Umm... do you think that I'm a good person? Be honest with me."

“I do, why wouldn't I think that?” You look at her a bit confused. "You promise you're not just saying that?" Ellie crosses her arms and looks a little bit worried still. "Be honest with me... I promise that I won't get mad."

“I promise, I'm telling the truth.” You say looking at Ellie a bit worried.

She nods and relaxes slightly. "Alright, then...I uh... I... I just get really worried about whether I'm a good person or not." Ellie rubs her arms as she says this. "It seems like everyone in my life leaves me at some point, and I try my best to be a good person... but I feel like I failed. Am I doing good enough?"

“Oh Ellie, I wouldn't trade you for the world." You hug her. “You're my best friend and I wouldn't have it anyother way.”

Ellie wraps her arms around you tighter and smiles. "You have no idea of how much this means to me. I’ve done some real bad things before coming here, and I'm not proud of them, I only did it because I had no other choice." Ellie sighs as she keeps her arms wrapped around you. She seems happy as she hugs you tightly. "Thank you so much. And if you're ever feeling down, you can talk to me about it. I'll always be there for you too, okay?" You nod into the hug.

"Good. Now.." Ellie holds you by your arms and looks you in the eyes as she smiles at you. "Did you know that I'm actually really thankful for you?" Ellie keeps smiling at you as she says this. "You've been a great friend to me over the almost three years I've known you... You've always been there for me and I don't think that I would've made it as far as I have without you by my side."

“And I wouldn't be the person I am without you.” You say looking into her eyes.

"Really? You think that you wouldn't be the same person without me?" Ellie asks this as she keeps her eyes locked onto yours. "Well, if I never met you, then a lot of good things wouldn't have happened either. You see? You help me, I help you... I think that we can help each other become better people."

“That's why you are my best friend Ells.” You smile at her shyly.

Ellie giggles slightly and nudges you. "Aww... I really think that you're the better best friend, though. No matter if things are going well or badly, you always seem to be able to make my mood brighter... and I love you for that." Ellie is still smiling brightly and she puts her arms around you again.

You hug her back and hold her for a bit. You started feeling butterflies again. Ellie seems really happy as you hug her back. "You're the best friend that anyone could ask for. No matter where we are, what we're doing, or what's going on... I always feel safe and happy when I'm spending time with you." Ellie says this as she continues to hug you tightly. As she says this you start feeling a bit nervous. You really like Ellie. You would go as far as to say you love her, even. But you try to shake away the thought. You can't afford to lose her for a crush.

“You know what?” You say looking at her. "What's up? What's on your mind?" Ellie looks at you curiously and keeps her arms wrapped around you.

You pick up a pillow slowly. “I think this calls for a celebratory pillow fight!” Ellie chuckles lightly. "Another pillow fight? Of course! It makes perfect sense! I want to see how tough you are." Ellie nods, smirking as she gets into a defensive position. You hit her as hard as you can with the pillow, but you're not very successful. Ellie shields her face and laughs as you hit her with the pillow.

"That was a good first hit! Now, my turn!" Ellie starts hitting you back with her pillow and she seems to be enjoying the moment. You try to block your face. "Good block!" Ellie nods and keeps hitting you. "You're getting better! This is really fun!" The two of you continue for a bit, laughing.

Eventually the two of you stop hitting each other with the pillows and you both catch your breaths a little bit. "That was a lot of fun! You're getting really good at this, you know?" Ellie still looks like she's having fun with the pillow fight.

“I am the pillow fight champion after all!”  You lay back on your bed. Ellie smiles at your comment and lies down on the bed next to you and starts to relax. She seems to still be smiling a little bit more now. "It's so nice just relaxing like this with you. I couldn't ask for a better friend." She nudges you with her arm and looks over at you. "Hey, hum… Can I ask you something?"

“Yes?” You say as you turn your head to the side to look at her.

"Is it alright if I rest my head on your shoulder? If I'm making you uncomfortable, just tell me, okay?" Ellie then looks over at you nervously.

“It's okay.” You blush a bit and your heart starts racing but you do your best to look chill. Ellie smiles and puts her head on your shoulder. She looks incredibly comfortable with you as she does this. She feels like this is the best day ever, she can't believe you are so close to her in a more intimate way. "Thank you." Ellie closes her eyes as she leans on your shoulder. You look down at her. You really love her, there's no denying it. But you can't bring yourself to say those words to her.

You continued to spend time together, you sat next to each other at school. Had lunch together. Went to the town's movie nights together. Sometimes she would let you put some makeup on her and she said she hated it and only let you do it because it made you happy. She secretly loved it every time, she loved to look at you so close to her, she would never get tired of your smile. You felt happy with her in your life, you couldn't imagine a world where you didn't have Ellie.       

She would write about you in her journal almost everyday. She never wanted to forget any of the memories she created with you, ever since you met. She had a collection of journals and notebooks filled with your adventures and escapades outside the town without anyone knowing. She kept them in a box under her bed and reread them from time to time. She never told you about them though. She often dreamed of a time when she could tell you how she felt and you would actually like her back. She wished that it could be real so badly. But she couldn't bring herself to say anything and risk your friendship. 

A few weeks later as you got home from school with Ellie, she plopped down on your bed as you started doing your homework. When you finished you laid in bed next to her. Ellie was sleeping on your bed and she seemed like she was really tired that day and now was really relaxed. She's snoring slightly and her nose is twitching a little bit. However, she seems to be having a good dream because her forehead is starting to wrinkle up as if she's smiling. You look at her a bit worried. Ellie continues to sleep next to you as she keeps on snoring and twiddling her fingers. Her nose continues to wrinkle up slightly, but it seems like she's still sleeping well. Suddenly, she wakes up and looks at you. "Hey... how long was I asleep for?" Ellie's eyes seem to be a little bit cloudy and she seems to still be half-asleep.

“Not long, are you okay?” You ask as she stretched a bit and yawned.

"Yeah, I'm fine... I'm a heavy sleeper. Sorry if my snoring bothered you." Ellie sits up in the bed as she rubs her eyes and stretches out her arms from being in her sleeping position. She seems to be a lot less sleepy at this point as she looks at you. "Did you really just sit there and watch me sleep for a little while?" Ellie chuckles slightly as she says this.

“I was looking at all the drawings you gave me over the years as well.” You smile at her pointing at the wall where you pinned all the sketches Ellie gave you, even the silly ones made of stick figures.

"Well, I'm glad that you enjoyed the drawings." Ellie seems a little bit embarrassed at the number of drawings that she has done about and for you, but she tries not to show it. "You know... there are a lot more drawings of you that I made, back in my bedroom. I really like drawing you... I think you are very interesting to draw." Ellie smiles warmly as she says this and she keeps looking at you.

You blush a bit at what she said. “Well, thank you.” You smile still looking at the wall and all the memories you created together.

"No problem. You're the most artistic muse that I have ever had." Ellie chuckles slightly and looks at you as she says this. "Your face is so fun to draw. I just keep learning new things about you every time. I've drawn you hundreds of times now and I still have so much more to discover. I could never get tired of your beautiful face." Ellie keeps smiling at you and she reaches out to touch your cheek with her index finger.

You look at her and your heart starts racing. Ellie notices that your face is turning slightly red. "Is your face feeling a little warm? You look... a little flustered…" Ellie has a small smirk on her face as she says this.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask a bit embarrassed, you were blushing right now because she just touched your face. She was so close you could see all of her beautiful freckles. It was like she had the night sky printed on her face. You even thought you could see constellations.

"Your face is starting to turn red. I wanted to make sure you're okay. You seemed kind of flustered..." Ellie has a small smile on her face, but she keeps looking at you curiously. You nudge her playfully and softly. Ellie nudges you back as she smiles. "I take it that I was right about you being flustered?" Ellie keeps smiling and then leans forward slightly to kiss your cheek.

You blush even harder. You really weren't expecting that. “What was that for?” You ask with a shy smile. Ellie giggles and then leans back. She seems a little bit embarrassed about it.

"I'm really sorry about that... I thought that I could show my affection through a kiss on your cheek." Ellie covers her eyes with her hand as she says this. "I'm really sorry. Maybe that was a little too much. Please... forgive me…"

“It's okay…” You hold her hand away from her face. Ellie lowers her hand from her face and smiles and looks at you warmly. "Your face is still a little red. Are you okay?" She teases you.

“Yours is too!” You say playfully.

Ellie's face turns even redder. "Yeah... my face is pretty red." Ellie chuckles as she hides her face a little bit. "Um...? Can I ask you something?"

“What is it?” You look at her once again. "How do you feel about me... being as close as we are right now?" Ellie is  looking at the ceiling and her face is a lot redder than before. "How do you feel about us being so close, and... me kissing you... and everything?" Ellie seems to be a little nervous about asking this. She is starting to feel like it was a bad idea.

You get a bit nervous as well.” hum…” You try to think of an answer.

"Umm? Do... you... hum... like me?" Ellie turns her face back over and looks at you, "I mean, how do you feel about... you know? The relationship that we have? I just want to make sure that you're comfortable with all of this." Ellie looks like she's waiting patiently for your response.

“We're best friends, of course I like you.” You say a bit embarrassed, you knew that wasn't what she meant.

"Yeah but, I mean... more than best friends…" Ellie looks at you nervously as she says this. "I really like you... and I mean... I really like you…" Ellie seems extremely nervous about saying it out loud. She thinks about this every single day and finally got the guts to say it, but she feels like you're not gonna like her back.

You get a bit flustered and your heart starts beating really fast. Ellie notices that you're nervous. “Your heart is racing... um, are you okay?" Ellie is starting to panic a little bit. "You don't have to respond right away... um, take all the time you need actually." Ellie looks really worried and concerned with your answer. She definitely wouldn't have asked if she knew it would go like this.

“I'm okay Ells, just a little surprised that's all…” Ellie looks back over at you. "Okay. Um... look, take your time with what I just said and think it through. I won't rush you, okay? Just take everything... one, step, at, a, time.... alright?" Ellie is still staring directly at you and she seems a little bit worried as she says this.

You nod and smile at her. You can't believe this is really happening. "Good. I mean, you don't have to make a decision or anything yet. I just needed to tell you how I felt... that's all…"  

“Okay…” You smile back at her. Ellie sits up and looks at the time, she should go home or Joel is going to get worried about her, it is starting to get dark outside. She starts picking up her things to leave. You notice that she is starting to pack up her things and she looks very nervous. "Oh, Ellie... are you going to leave already?" Ellie's smile slowly fades as you say this, she feels like she has just ruined everything…

“I'm sorry, it's just late, don't want Joel to get worried, we'll talk more tomorrow, yeah?” She needed to go, she was feeling like her heart was about to burst. She felt the tears forming and she didn't want you to see her cry because of this.

You nod and look down at the floor. "Yeah... I guess you're right. I'm sorry for anything. Sorry for keeping you up this late." You say in a low and disappointed tone.

“It's okay.'' She quickly hugs you goodbye. "Thanks for everything. I'm glad to have you as my best friend, you know that right?" Ellie smiles warmly as she says this and then she continues to hug you for a few seconds. Thinking that this is the last time she's going to touch you like this.

“And I'm glad to have you.” You say into the hug.

"No problem. I'll see you tomorrow... good night..." Ellie says as she leaves your house.

“Good night Ells…” She leaves and walks home. You feel so stupid. You wanted this for so long and you couldn't say one word. You look out your bedroom window to see her walking rapidly, like she wants to be as far away from you as possible. You felt so bad, you weren't even capable of eating dinner that night.

When she arrived home, Ellie laid in her bed for a couple of minutes. She started to reflect on your interactions tonight and she smiles a little bit. "Y/N and I are getting really close... maybe even closer than I realized…" Ellie leaned back in her bed and her soft smile on her face fades and is replaced by worry. She felt like you didn't like her back that way, and felt a bit sad. She thought about everything she said to you until she fell asleep. She couldn't stop her thoughts about you. She had nightmares that night.

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for mark: 13, 19, 21, 32, 36, 51, 59, 63, 69

HIII thank u for sending! - 13. what are some motifs you associate with them? did you intentionally bring in those motifs, or did it happen over time?

Uhmmm I don’t know if I have specific motifs but here are some things that are like. His. ~He says “very funny” a lot sarcastically - intentionally done early on ~He wears sweater vests a lot - ST made it canon because he is wearing them in a lot of art of his ~In general themes of privacy (or the lack therof) are things his story deals with FUCK IDK I can’t think of anything good im sorryy

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19. what sparks genuine, unadulterated rage in them?

Due to the blood bond, criticizing/demonizing (in his view) Julius can piss him off really fast. It did so in game even when his touchstone did it, to the point where he shoved him and had to leave to prevent more violence. He will also get incredibly angry if someone were to tell him that humans are all evil/useless/pointless but is better at hiding that if needed. 

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21. do they have an idea about how they’ll die? do you?

Me? No idea. I hope he does not die anytime soon. I want him to die after unliving longer than a human one but not so long that he loses too much humanity. Him? He is hoping that he lives forever. If you got an honest answer out of him he would probably say he expects to die trying to free himself from Julius one of these nights, but hopefully not anytime soon. 

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32. which of your decisions led to their voice being the way it is?

I’m confused on this being literal voice or like. Voice in like how they speak so I will answer how he speaks because I feel that actual has reasoning behind it other than vibes? His pretentious way of speaking came from me deciding he will put on a strict persona normally of being a professor nerdy guy. He hides a lot of himself which is why he keeps his tone more flat, and sometimes snarky, to fit that persona. 

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36. how do they fidget?

Mark plays with his glasses a lot of a lot. Usually keeping them on his face, constant minor adjustments. He’ll wring his hands excessively if he doesn't have them for whatever reason; he isn’t comfortable without them. 

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51. what element of their backstory are you proudest of?

Honestly a lot of his backstory came much later and was fleshed out after a very long time and the ST helped a lot with the more immediate backstory bits.. Hm. 

On initial creation the thing I am most proud of making A Thing was making him a former street racer cause that really helped to start fleshing him out. At this point the thing I am most proud of is probably essentially tracing the broad strokes of his whole human life - the city he went to. How school was for him. His parent’s jobs. What his uni life was like. Why his touchstones were so important. Stuff like that. I also like that I figured out things about his autism that are similar AND different from mine. That isn't one element so uhm. One element is how he believes in the good of humanity and how that is tied to his passion for history :)

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59. what’s an element of their philosophy that you disagree with?

Mark thinks human society gets better slowly and incrementally. That’s fine and I agree it is getting better - I just disagree that it's a slow incremental process. People have to fight for it and people have fought for it. It doesn't happen naturally over time. Hmm what else. Oh he also believes in soulmates and ‘the one’ and all of that, and has a very idealistic, non-materialist view of love and romance. I don’t agree with that either - soul mates aren’t really a thing. And unlike Mark I do not think romantic relationships have to be/are always the most meaningful ones in someone’s life. 

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63. what’s a meme or tiktok or vine (or whatever) that you associate with them?

I don’t really have any augh. :( I mean. When I hear ‘sad wet pathetic dog of a man’ that’s Mark 100 percent. Does that count. OH WAIT I DO HAVE A VIDEO: https://www.tumblr.com/blood-bound/728585123578118144?source=share&ref=_tumblr

him as a living professor

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69. what’s one secret they don’t want getting out?

Mark has a lot they don’t want getting out… he doesn’t want people to know Sampson is not blood bonded to him, nor that he cares about him. He doesn’t want people to know who his sire is. He doesn’t want anyone to know he is trying to kill his sire. He doesn’t want people to know he’s gay. He doesn’t want people to know that he feels lonely. He doesn’t want people to know that he finds most kindred’s attitudes towards kind abhorrent. He doesn’t want people to know that he has a soft spot for the gargoyles. 

Honestly he doesn’t want the vast majority people to really know him at all. Only the image he projects. 

Still though, of the above the one he would choose to hide if he could only pick one is the one about killing his sire. That one would cause either his final death or total blood-bond enslavement forever.