#but still i am so mad & confused WHY is he only wearing ONE it looks STUPID

[falconfeather23435]

why tf does Charles Lee’s adult render only have one glove

[holdinbacksecrets]

svt finds out you were married before you met them

anon… this request is golden. thank you so much for sending it! i had the best time writing these 🤍

seventeen find out you were married before being with them

seungcheol: he’s at the bodega around the corner because you’re out of… he forgot the excuse. luckily, it was mumbled and difficult to make out, so he’ll bring back coffee. his palms are sweating and he looks up at the ceiling as if the answer’s in between the popcorn. now, you’re his. he’s yours. you’re one. but you were someone else’s, and that idea isn’t new to him, but knowing that someone was your husband makes it feel different. he looks up again. “please give me something here.” a light flickers. he leaves without the coffee

jeonghan: he stops to watch you spoon strawberry jam onto slices of toast. they’re golden brown triangles beside scrambled eggs, and you’re making sure the bright red covers the golden brown surface perfectly, just like you always do. the only red he can think about is the blood his heart is pumping, and the fact that his heart stopped pumping for a moment or two

joshua: “now everything makes sense.” “what do you mean?” “sometimes you’re just too good at being my partner.” “that has nothing to do with being married before. i’m literally just in love and obsessed with you. actually, being married did make me strict about the dishes. i’ll never go to bed with a pile in the sink.” “baby, you won’t go to bed if there’s a spoon in the sink or a crumb on the countertop.” “and how good does it feel to wake up and see a clean kitchen, hmm?”

jun: he’s confused. he’s wearing it, swallowing it, holding it in his gaze, and suddenly wondering how well he knows you— why it took you so long to tell him

soonyoung: “i knew it was a mistake by the next morning. i woke up craving my mom’s pancakes.” “have her send us the recipe.” you squeeze his hand and bow your head so your lips can brush its palm. “don’t worry, history won’t repeat itself.”

wonwoo: the photo album’s on his lap. it feels like a fever dream to look at you. you watch the sky through the window, craving color after too much black and white. “i’m mad at myself.” “why?” “i should’ve waited for you.”

jihoon: the ring came rolling out of its hiding spot and stopped in the middle of your bedroom floor. the sunlight caught it. he blinked a million times, felt his lips part too. you let it be. you exhaled, feeling relieved to part with the secret. finally

seokmin: “look at me. do i look upset?” “no… you eyes are all shiny” like he might cry. “it means a lot that you told me.” “i shouldn’t have waited so long.” “you really didn’t wait that long.” “are you sure you’re ok? do you… am i…” “yes.”

mingyu: the words come out on a sunday morning in the park near your place. your head’s on his shoulder. his hand’s on your thigh; it’s warm and the slightest bit rough—different from the cool, soft breeze on your cheek, on the back of your neck. he asks about your happiness and when it left the space you created with your ex. he wants to know what he can do to make sure that never happens again. he wants to make sure he’s not missing anything

minghao: he’s watching you. there’s gentle love in his eyes. he’s hoping you’ll look up and away from the sudsy dishes for just a moment long enough to realize he’s not mad. to realize it doesn’t change anything

seungkwan: he wonders about your wedding dress and if you still have it. he wonders about pictures and videos and the expression on your face at the altar. moments he’s dreamed about are already existing in memories, have already been seen by your loved ones, might be sour in your head. would you do it all again? do you even want to?

vernon: “i can’t help but wonder how many people make the same mistake as me… think something’s love when it’s not.” “do you really think of it as a mistake?” “pretty sure that’s just a fact.” “i’m not so sure… aren’t you the same person who’s told me for years that everything happens for a reason?” “maybe i just tell myself that to lessen the blow.” “possibly, but maybe it’s true. maybe that step that you think was in the wrong direction was crucial. i wouldn’t have found you any other way.”

chan: “i feel like i shouldn’t be looking at this… it’s like i’m seeing your dress before i’m supposed to. i shouldn’t know what you’ll look like walking down the aisle.” “this isn’t who i am anymore. think of how much time has passed. i have brand new skin now.” “…i thought you were going to say something romantic.”

[sweetandsavageautistic]

(CW: Cringe, Autism Parents stuff, drunk mention, infantilization)

So I don't have a degree in Graphic Design, but I do have a sense of general aesthetic. I figured that it's April. Let's rate, and potentially verbally tear apart and drag through the mud, some autism shirts and graphic designs, and I'll probably do a part 2, these scores are only semi-arbitrary: First up is this:

Already off the top, I am confusion because it seems to read "I wear puzzle cousin autism awareness". Sounds like whoever made this was drunk.

Puzzle pieces, ew.

The red, yellow, green, and blue look like the shades you'd see in elementary school, so that seems pretty infantilizing.

Autism Awareness, I am very much aware of my existence.

Final Score: 0 out of 10. Designer, go home; you're drunk.

Next we have this:

This one already has a slight advantage over the first because it's at least coherent in terms of the message.

Elementary school colors, but make it extra tacky.

Puzzle pieces; don't try to bullshit me by putting the autism awareness banner over it, I can see the other indents that make them puzzle pieces.

Once again, I am well aware of my own existence.

At least it's a smaller design.

Final Score: 0.5 out of 10, and that's being generous.

Next one's not a shirt, but it still counts:

No blue so thank God for that.

This is up to personal preference, but to me, the person-first language is giving "I need to be reminded that someone is a person."

Puzzle pieces. Ew. Don't BS me, I can see them.

Walk down Autism Lane. (it's right below the word LOVE) Sorry, but we don't allow ableists on Autism Lane; you need to be a premium member and to be a premium member, you need to not be a dick.

The pumpkin disturbs me for some reason, and not in the Halloween way; I mean, it just straight-up disturbs me.

Final Score: 0.5 out of 10. Bury it in a shallow grave.

Just found this one:

It's easy on the eyes at least.

No tacky elementary school colors.

No puzzle pieces.

The bunny's cute, but this also seems very infantilizing.

Person first language is a no for me.

Why are all of the is lowercase, but the others are uppercase?

Final Score: 5 out of 10. Not great, but not terrible.

Here we have simple:

Elementary school colors, but credit where credit's due; it's not terrible on the eyes.

Why is blessed on there three times?

One big-ass puzzle piece.

"Autism blesses" Yes, because being bullied by my peers, being indirectly told who I am is wrong, having the worst time making friends, always feeling like I'm never truly part of a friend group, being confused when some adults got mad at me, not having anyone to play with at 4 years old is an absolute fucking blessing. /s And that's the tip of the iceberg.

"Fun", "Sweet", "Cute".....it's the infantilization for me.

Final Score: 3 out of 10. No further elaboration.

Then there's this monstrosity:

I call this color Patronizing Paraprofessional Blue, aka the tackiest shade of blue ever.

It looks like something one of those older white suburban millennial moms would wear. Like something a Karen would wear to one of those autism walks or one of those social skills teachers who talk in that slowed-down patronizing kindergarten teacher tone with that fake-ass smile, no matter how old you are. You know the one I'm talking about, right? Yeah, they'd wear this.

Puzzle piece. Light It Up Blue. Ew.

We all know what organization this supports.

Final Score: -10 out of 10. Burn it.

Let's get in a good one to counter that abomination of a shirt and end part one on a higher note:

Nice simple design with a black background.

No tacky elementary school colors.

Identity-first language.

Really counters the....what the fuck would it be called? The UwU autism parent thing? ("I am his voice, he is my heart," "See the able, not the label," etc,.) It counters that.

The light sparkle around "a bitch" is chef's kiss.

Final Score: 11 out of 10. Perfection.

[johnwickb1tsch]

Sympathy for the Devil ~ Part 15

A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on the amazing @discoscoob 's concept & bot!

Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!🔺, psychological games, power imbalance, dubcon/nsfw. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS!!!

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Fifteen. 十五

As the first rays of dawn break through the window you start awake, your internal clock telling you it’s time to get up, even though you’ve set no alarm. 

You start to try to disentangle yourself from Donaka, but he only pulls you close again. “Where do you think you’re going?” he grumbles sleepily. 

“Work.” 

For some reason, he chuckles darkly at your answer. “Don’t be stupid. Go back to sleep.” 

You’re not sure what that means, but you relax back down into his arms. You close your eyes again, enjoying the haze of lazing in bed, snuggling, as unlikely a word that seems with a man like Donaka Mark–but you do not fall back asleep. You cannot stop wondering what he meant. Don’t be stupid. 

Well it’s too fucking late for that, you suppose. 

An hour later he stirs, running a possessive touch over your body, almost as though he’s taking inventory. You turn to find him looking at you with a small smile that makes your heart beat double-time in your chest, for some reason. What is he up to now?

“Shall we have breakfast on the terrace?” 

“Okay?” 

He is the boss. He reads the confusion in your expression, and you get the sense that he’s enjoying it too. 

“If you haven’t figured it out yet, you’re fired as my housekeeper.” 

You blink in surprise at that.

“I am?”

“Yes. And if anyone ever asks for a reference, I will inform them that you bite.” 

You press your lips, unsure if he is now amused, or still mad about that. 

You do not, however, say that you’re sorry. 

“Then what…are you going to do with me?” 

“I’m going to take care of you, obviously.” 

At hearing that your blood runs cold. He presses his lips to yours, but you do not kiss him back, alarmed by his proclamation. This annoys him–he kisses you harder, weighing you down with his larger body, shifting on top of you. “Where is my sweetly begging little bunny from last night, hmm?” 

“She’s nocturnal,” you grouse, winning a snarl of a smile. 

“That’s fine. So am I.” 

But then he proceeds to contradict himself, using you as he likes for his own gratification, twisting you up like a pretzel while he fucks your bruised little hole. He does not offer you pleasure this time, and you do not ask for it. Your body is sated, and sore, and for once your mind is almost clear. 

He’s going to take care of you. 

What the ever loving fuck does that mean?

You find that you’re afraid to ask just yet, and you watch him quit the bed, stalking into the bathroom for a shower. He does not ask you to join him, so you are relieved to lie there, alone, and stare at the ceiling for a few minutes of peace. 

***

After your own ablutions you join Donaka on the terrace, wearing a robe you found that seemed to match your lovely new nightgown. He pays you a steely look from across the table, and you are not sure if you’re in trouble again or not. 

There is fresh fruit, boiled eggs, congee rice porridge, and tea on offer. You take some slices of mango and pour yourself a cup while you wait to see what your future holds. 

“Well?” he demands, clearly still annoyed. “Aren’t you going to ask about the new terms of your existence here?” 

You find you are grateful, for some ridiculous reason, that he does not say employment. 

“You like to play god, don’t you?” you ask instead, taking a sip of tea. “Always watching, and pulling everyone’s strings...”

You do not expect this observation to please him. The smile he pays you isn’t exactly nice, but it’s better than one of his thunderous frowns. 

“Why play at god when you may as well be one?” 

Wow.

You raise your eyebrows to that, but give no answer, sitting back a little in your chair with your cup of tea. You look at him from across the table, feeling strangely zen about whatever he’s going to say next. Resigned, perhaps. But also you realized, while you were taking your shower, washing away the remnants of his essence on you and inside you, that you will never beat this man with force. Your only hope will be to go with the flow, and see what opportunity arises. 

You are not hard like stone like he is, so you must be water instead.

Easier said than done, because you think the element that comes most naturally to you in a crisis is fire. 

“Very well. Do enlighten me.” 

He narrows his eyes at you, clearly not enjoying this brave face you’re putting on. He’s a bully, at his core. He wants a reaction, and you don’t feel like giving it to him. 

“Come here,” he demands, holding out a hand. 

Your stomach lurches. 

“I’m fine over here.”

“You want to play this game again?”

You think about the ridiculous game of chase you played the day before. Then you imagine pushing Donaka over into the koi pond, and you crack a spiteful little smile. “Maybe.” 

He, however, is looking out over the steep ledge of the terrace with some concern. “You’re not foolish enough to harm yourself out of protest, I hope? It won’t work.”

You snort in answer. “I don’t like being in pain, if you haven’t noticed.” 

“Maybe, but your tolerance for it is admirable.” 

Hearing that should not make you feel as proud as it does. 

Water, you remind yourself. Flow, bitch flow. 

Rolling your eyes, you stand from your place to go crawl into his lap. His big hands on your thighs pull you closer, settling your body just so–and there is that kindling flame inside you again. Godammit. 

“Alright, darling,” you sigh in the bend of his neck, entirely too comfortable for your own good. “Tell me your evil plan.” 

Like flipping a switch he laughs, delighted with your sass again. “Maybe I should just keep you locked up in my room,” he muses into your hair, nibbling at your ear. “Perhaps that would tame you properly.”  

“Or perhaps I would chew through the fucking drywall,” you retort, and you feel his laughter more than hear it. 

“Watch that filthy mouth.” 

“I think you like my filthy mouth.” 

“For some things.” The look he levels at your lips should not send a frisson of heat across your skin. Suddenly you swear that if someone sprayed you with water you would steam. You definitely have a screw loose. 

“I’m willing to give you run of the house,” he tells you, sliding fingers down your thigh. “And if you behave yourself, I will arrange for a proper escort to accompany you on outings while I’m at work during the day.” 

“Like…a babysitter?”

“The person I have in mind was Chinese Special Forces, but sure. Call her a babysitter to her face. See where that gets you.” 

You grumble a little into his neck, but not like you mean it. This is interesting. Because leaving the house…means opportunity. 

“Fine.” 

“Fine?” He actually sounds surprised, clearly having expected you to fight him more. But you know if you resist him…he will lock you up, and then you will be up the proverbial creek.

“For now.” This wins the wicked smirk that signals he’s having fun again. And maybe…you are too, which is a whole other forbidden box you don’t really want to get into. 

“As if you have a choice.” 

“I am aware you have me over a barrel, dear.” The dark chuckle he directs into the bend of your neck should not make your clit purr the way it does. 

“Now there’s an idea.” 

“Ugh.” 

“Hmm.” He kisses your jaw, grazing your cheek with his teeth. You let him, laying passive in his arms. 

“But…what am I supposed to do with myself all day?” 

It’s not as though you like working, but...it’s what you do here. He scoffs at this. “Anything you want. Write. Peruse the library, Use the gym. Anything but sitting around eating potato chips.”

“Damn.” 

He pinches your thigh, making you squirm in his lap. “What is it with you and junk food?”

“Not all junk food. Just fried potatoes.” 

“Hmm,” he growls. 

“Oh come on. Tell me you don’t have a favorite food that you can’t resist?” He narrows his eyes at you, and you nibble his neck. “I bet you do...” you singsong playfully.

“Watch those teeth.” 

So you lick him instead, and he frowns at you, though not in his usual forbidding way. “I should put you over my knee again,” he grumbles, his hand disappearing beneath your nightie, squeezing the curve of your sore behind. You are turning into a wet little mess all over again, sitting in his lap like this, and you hate yourself all the more for it. 

“I haven’t done anything!” you protest, and maybe it’s the genuine note of fear in your tone that satisfies him. 

“Maybe not yet, but I know you will.”

“You can’t spank me for projected infractions. That’s not how punishment works.” 

The smile he gives you is all fang. “You want to lecture me on how punishment works?”  

You whimper, hiding in the bend of his neck–and it’s not for show. You really are pathetic. 

He lets you, stroking your hair for a good minute like the pet you are, before answering your earlier question: “It’s possible…I could eat my body weight in shumai.” 

Imagining this forbidding man excited about yum cha, drinking tea and eating delicious dumplings Hong Kong style, is surprisingly…endearing. 

You imagine what it might be like to go eat together at a restaurant, like a normal couple. Which is stupid, because you certainly are not. 

Just because he was willing to let you go out with a bodyguard–a keeper, more like–didn’t mean he planned to be seen in public with you. How would that go, if you ran into one of his high flying acquaintances in the city? What do they do, when the wealthy encounter each other in the wild with their mistresses? Do they exchange a wink and a nod? A pat on the back and a well done ol’ boy? The thought of being regarded as a sex object in public makes you clench your jaw again. 

“What are you thinking?” he asks, almost as though he can hear the gears in your sad little brain grinding. 

What can you say to him? That in a fleeting moment of lunacy, you wish he was actually your boyfriend? 

That you wish he actually cared about you?

You know you have to tell him something, so you force out past the lump in your throat, “I like shumai too.”

He hears it, of course. There’s no getting one over on this laser-focused man. You tell yourself that it is some cruel joke of the universe that he is so attuned to your emotions, yet somehow does not truly care about how you feel.  

“What’s wrong?”

You shrug. “This is all…a lot to process,” you deflect, which isn’t in fact a lie. 

“Is it? I think deep down, you knew where this was headed.” 

You dare to let out a shaking sigh. 

“You can mope and feel sorry for yourself,” he muses with his lips against your temple. “Or you can accept it, and enjoy it for what it is. It’s your choice.”

Easy for him to say. 

Another dark thought occurs to you, and before you can stop yourself you ask in a whisper, “And what happens when you get tired of me?”   

“Good question, little one. I suppose you’d better make sure I don’t get bored.” 

It feels like a threat, and in that moment you cannot fathom he would ever let you go free. You don’t really know anything incriminating, aside from what he’s done to you. Technically, it’s a crime, though women are treated badly all the time to little or no consequence, especially for men like him. All he’d have to do is present your notebook as evidence of your complicity. But a part of you just knows he wouldn’t let it go that far…he’d never let you just walk away.  

You sigh again, and then unexpectedly–you laugh. At the absurdity of all this, and at your own stupidity.  

“Is something funny?” 

“It’s just…does it ever feel like we really are doomed to become our parents?” 

You never aspired to be a kept woman, but your mother was another story. You think it’s the whole reason she even had you, blindsiding your wealthy father with a pregnancy after a fling and milking it for all it was worth. You always had an understanding as a child that you were a meal-ticket first, and her daughter second. Strangely your father had never actually treated you badly, though he’d never really been present in your life either. You rarely saw him, the court-ordered summers you spent at his home. Mostly his third wife, and your half-sisters, who were all too happy to make your life a living hell. 

This is far enough off base that you think you surprise him into giving you a real answer. 

“I never knew my father,” Donaka admits. “He left my mother when we were very young.” 

This shouldn’t pull at your heartstrings for him the way it does. “We?” 

There’s a very long pause, before he admits, “I have a sister.” 

“Where are they?” 

He lifts an eyebrow at you now. “Somewhere else.” 

“Do you ever see them?” 

“No.” You hope he’ll elaborate, but he remains silent.

“Why not?” 

He seems amused by your prying. “Why are you on the opposite side of the globe from your family, y/n?” 

You shrug. Part of the answer is that you like adventure. The other reasons are a can of worms you do not want to open right now–same as him, you suppose. 

“I’ve seen your mother’s Facebook page. She is a ridiculous woman.” 

For some reason you find it hard to imagine Donaka Mark, on the iPad he carries around, social media snooping. “What do you mean you’ve seen her Facebook page?” 

“You can’t be surprised that I would check into your background. It’s so easy, in this digital age.” 

You’re not sure why the thought of Donaka Mark looking over your Facebook mortifies you. All your trip photos, and stupid memes, and existentialist Bourdain-esque travelog pieces that make you want to bury yourself in a hole these days, but still you keep them. Your old boyfriends, who still try to talk to you now and then, realizing what they lost much too late. Your assorted cousins who occasionally reach out before disappearing into the ether of their own lives again, and your half-sisters who all wish you were dead so they possibly don’t have to split their father’s money four ways someday. It’s not something you’ve ever banked on.  

 “I guess…you must find me ridiculous too.” 

Inexplicably his hold upon you tightens a little. “No.” He speaks softly against your temple. “What I meant, is that you seem nothing like her.” 

You’re not sure if he knows it, but it’s possibly the nicest thing he’s ever said to you, and your grip on his arms involuntarily tightens. This man is just full of surprises, it seems.  

“So…was this…development the surprise you were talking about yesterday?” you dare ask. You suppose the announcement of not having to work anymore could be considered a prize, though you’re not sure you like the trade off. 

“No.” 

“Oh.” 

He’d just planned this all along, regardless. Lovely. 

The silence between you stretches on, until strangely he breaks. “Don’t you want to know what it is?” 

“Is? I thought it was all past tense now.”

“It should be,” Donaka agrees. “Look at this.” 

He pulls up the loose sleeve of his robe to show you your handiwork on his forearm. The distinct imprint of your teeth, some broken skin, and a fabulous purple bruise. You trace the outline of the bite feather-lightly, morbidly fascinated by your mark on his skin. He watches you with an attention you perhaps should be wary of. 

“You like it, don’t you? You bloodthirsty little thing.” He kisses you, a sweet, full-mouthed affair that melts your insides, until it ends in his teeth clamped upon your lower lip, biting just this side of too hard. You whimper in alarm, and he laughs wickedly, releasing you. 

“Hmm. I’ll get you back, bunny.” There is a heat in his eyes you don’t entirely understand. 

If he’d voiced it, he would have told you that the thought that he is already corrupting you into something more like him, excites him. 

“No, thank you.”

This amuses him, but he tips you out of his lap with a pat on your behind that turns into a squeeze. “Finish your breakfast, naughty girl.” 

He says nothing more about your surprise, and you do not bring it up again, deciding it’s better not knowing.

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[poppyseed1031]

Point Proven

Neteyam x Fem Reader!, Both 23-24!, Jealousy, possessiveness, Public smuttiness, smut

"Oh Tanto, thank you!" I squeaked in surprise when the male Navi reached around, holding a bundle of Yovo fruit in his hands. I turned, eyes widening in surprise when seeing how close he was standing, we were almost chest to chest. I took a step back as I took the bundle of delicious fruit and nodded my thanks again. "No worries, Y/N, would you like to sit and share one with me?" He asked, leaning towards me a bit with a smile. I shifted on my feet uncomfortably, "No than-" "No, She doesn't." A deep voice boomed behind the man, cutting me off. My ears perked at the familiar voice, and I was unable to stop the smile that spread over my face as I looked over Tantos shoulder and saw Neteyam walking towards us. "Neteyam, nice to see you." Tanto had straightened up, trying and failing to stand taller than Neteyam. "Why don't you let the beautiful lady answer me, hm? You are not the only one who has presented a courting offer to her." My ears flattened in shock at the statement, everyone in the clan knew Neteyam and I were together, and just weeks away from completely Tsaheylu, So this was just complete and utter disrespect. Neteyam growled but turned to me, motioning with his arms for me to respond with a small smirk on his face as he looked at me. I cleared my throat and stepped into Neteyam's side while fixing Taanto with my most aggressive stare. "I love NETEYAM. I am with NETEYAM. I will never consider another offer, nor have I ever thought about it, or wanted to; and everyone in the clan knows that, has known it for years. So you to stand here and disrespect my mate is disgusting and shameful." I hissed. I know in the back of my mind I sounded prissy and rude and I could have handled it more gracefully, but looking at the smug look on Neteyams face and the taken aback one on Tanto's, I couldn't find it in me to care. "But Y/N you've never even gave anyone else a chanc-" "That's where I'm gonna stop you. Leave her alone, or I'll be forced to physically deal with you. End of discussion." Neteyam interrupted him, putting his arm around my shoulder and steering me away from the whole conversation. We walked in silence for awhile, making our way through the village and then weaving through the trees of the forest. I snuck a peek at his face a few times, he was scrunching it up, like he just ate an extremely sour fruit and was wearing a scowl. Eventually we made it to a small clearing I recognized as one a few of the older, already trained warriors would use for practice. Neteyam pulled me behind a large group of trees that blocked us from view of the open space and pushed on my shoulders lightly until I sat down. "Are you mad at me?" I asked quietly as he sunk down in the grass right next to me, "Of course not! It's not your fault you're so fucking gorgeous, and sweet, and kind, and funny.." He trailed on with a big, fang filled smile. I felt my cheeks heat up and a blush spread across them at his words. I wondered why he let Tanto off so easily and wasn't upset, but I didn't want to push it so I nudged him lightly with a small giggle before leaning into a kiss. 

A few hours had passed and after spending them wrapped in each others arms we were still hidden behind the trees surrounding the clearing, and eclipse was starting to close in so I rose to my feet and held out my hand to Neteyam, "Oh yawne, we aren't leaving, the reason we came just got here." He whispered with a smirk. I quirked my eyebrow in question and he gently grabbed my chin and turned my head, pointing between the trees to a few feet away from us, where Tanto was standing and setting up a target for bow practice. "What?" I asked, still confused. Neteyam clicked his tongue and put his hands on my hips. With a light squeeze he pushed me gently against the trunk of one of the trees, pressing his body flush with mine. "I'm going to show him just who you belong to." He whispered while lightly dragging his lips down the skin of my neck. I shuddered involuntarily at the touch and tangled my hands into his hair as he moved his mouth down to the swell of my breasts, licking and nipping while pushing my covering out of the way and immediately rolling one of my nipples between his fingers, earning a gasp from me, "Be as loud as you want, paskalin. I want him to hear you." He said against my skin. I pressed my lips together and tossed my head back against the tree as his hand trailed down my body and to the heat between my legs. "Are you gonna be a good girl? Hmm? Gonna show him who you belong to?" Neteyam questioned quietly before lazily flicking his tongue over my nipple and then nipping the flesh. "Yes, Eywa yes." I whimpered, rutting my hips so his hand pressed harder against me. My slick was starting to soak my loincloth, and the heat pooling in my lower belly was becoming unbearable. "Good." He growled, dropping to his knees in front off me before hooking his fangs into the band of my loincloth and dragging is down my legs, all while looking up at me through predatory eyes. He just kneeled in front of me for a moment, taking in deep breathes and staring. I squirmed in discomfort and rubbed my thighs together, "Neteyam please." I whined. "I'm sorry baby, you just smell and look so. fucking. good." He grinned before diving in. He buried his nose in my folds and licked a long, wide stripe up before starting to lick small, presice circles with the tip of his tongue around my clit. "Oh!" I moaned out, tangled my hands in his hair and trying to push his face farther in. I resisted the urge to throw my head back, I wanted to watch as he stared up from between my legs. 

"My name. Say my name." He growled, the vibrations stimulating my clit in the perfect way. He continued licking and lapping, sucking and flicking my clit with his tongue until i was writhing and barely standing up right. He must have noticed because he grunted and gripped my hips tightly before lifting me up and positioning my legs over his shoulders so I was leaned against the tree, and my pussy was shoved right in his face as I dangled over him. He ate me liked a starved man, making me chant his name like it was the only word I've ever known and grind against his face. I wondered how Tanto hadn't heard and walked over to us yet for a minute, but then Neteyam pulled away, and the sight of him with my slick dripping from his chin and shining on his lips made all the thoughts in my head vanish. "Louder." He hissed, going back in before I could answer. I felt something prod at my entrance and then 2 of his fingers thrusted inside of me. "Oh Eywa, Neteyam!" I screamed as he pistoned into me, so roughly my body lurched against the bark of the tree, but the sting felt so good. He sucked on my clit harshly while drilling his fingers and then curling them and hitting that spongy sweet spot. My hips bucked into his mouth and my legs started to shake. My grip on his hair tightened as I arched my back, right on the edge of orgasm. "Cum baby, cum for me. I can feel you squeezing my fingers, I know your close." He said, then lightly grazed his fangs across my clit, pushing me into an eye rolling, toe curling orgasm. I came with a loud scream of his name and my body went completely rigid, legs locking around his head and toes digging into his back, his free hand dug into my waist to keep my steady as I rode out the waves of it on his fingers that were still thrusting inside me gently. When I came down from it, He pulled them out of me and wrapped both arms around my waist, allowing me to sink into the comfort of him on shaky legs. "That's my girl." He murmured, pulling me into a heated kiss. He licked my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth to let him in, tasting myself on his tongue as it moved with mine. I moaned into the kiss and trailed my hand down his chiseled abdomen to the rock hard bulge    in his loincloth. "No no." He said as he pulled away, bending down to grab my loincloth and tie it around my waist. He chuckled when he saw my pout and hooked an arm around me, leading me out of the trees. "I'll fuck you all night as soon as we get to our hut, this was to prove a point." He whispered in my ear as we walked into the openness of the clearing. I looked away from him confused and was met with the site of Tanto.

He looked pale, his ears lowered completely to his skull, tail tucked, and eyes wide as he took us in. My tail and ears twitched in embarrassment, I would have thought he'd have left as soon as he heard us. 

"Hey man, out so late?" Neteyam asked with a condescending grin and a slap to the other mans shoulder as he lead me away towards the direction of the village. 

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RealAgeAU Drabble - Mud

Hello! I am back with the baby-AU! Lmao! @spotaus

I am excited about this one :3

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Nightmare should probably be paying attention.

But the truth is it has already been a long day and he just doesn't feel like it.

Instead he just keeps holding Cross's hand as he eats his chocolate bar.

Nightmare is actually standing on the ground today, which is nice for a chance. It is mostly because he just spend the last two hours or so sitting still for some doctors and healers. For his monthly check up.

Which is new to him! Since when does he have a monthly check up?!

Nightmare huffs as he keeps eating his candy bar. It is sweet and he likes that. much like the light rain that is around them. He also likes the rain.

Cross shoots him an apologetic look "I know Nightmare. We will go home soon."

Nightmare hums and leans against Cross's side. He wants to go home already. The town is nice but busy today. Something to do with it being near halloween Crop had explained.

Nightmare looks up and sees that Killer is also very done with the conversation, even if he still has a smile on his face. Cross is better with acting interested. Gerson is talking to them so Nightmare can understand why they are still humouring this whole thing.

Nightmare finishes his snack and looks aorund, searching for a garbage can. He easily spots one and goes to let go of the hand.

Cross tightens his hold and looks down at him anxious "NIghtmare? Are you okay?" he gives Gerson an apologetic smile.

Nightmare rolls his eye lights and shows the obvious wrapper "Going to throw it away." duh.

Cross looks around and spots the same garbage can "I mean... okay... fast..." he slowly lets go of the hand as Gerson pulls him back to the conversation. Social guidelines nad rules keeping him captured.

Nightmare grins and walks over to the garbage can. He is careful to not slip on the wet and muddy ground. He is getting close when he spots a large mud pool and frowns at it. Annoying as he already starts to feel his spine acting up.

Seems like being carried and letting his spine relax a bit mad ehim less used to the pain... or is it because he is small now? Nightmare really doesn't know...

Still go carefully makes his way around the mud, he is wearing his new favourite sweater, the one Dust got him when they first got here, and he doesn't want to risk it getting dirty. He is already unhappy wiht it getting wet.

He gets to the garbage can and throws away the wrapper. Mission accomplished. Now to go back to Cross and Killer.

He turns around and bums into someone. Nightmare quickly takes a few steps back and slips only slightly before regaining his balance. He looks up and sees two boys.

Nightmare mutters "sorry..." he glances around and sees that Killer is already side eyeing him and his situation and he feels a bit calmer. He is fine. Killer is here.

One of the two boys huffs "How dare you! You dirtied my shoe!"

Nightmare blinks and feels confused. What does he mean? Nightmare bummed into him yeah but he didn't hit his shoe right? He looks down and sees that the shoes are covered with mud.

Nightmare frowns and rubs his arm "Sorry?" he isn't sure but also does not want trouble "Maybe it can be washed off?" he isn't sure. Some stuff is still hard to remember.

The boy huffs "Well that doesnt make it better!"

The other boy laughs "You know what would make it better?"

Nightmare realises soemthing is wrong right away and looks for an escape but one of them grabs his arm and the next thing he knows gravity pulls him down right into the mud he had been avoiding.

It hurts so bad.

His eye sockets sting both with tears and the mud. he looks down at himself and is absolutely covered. The other two laugh but it is already becoming a background noise.

His sweater is dirty...

He had tried to be careful with it and... and...

Two arms grab him and he is suddenly held close in a hug. "nightmare?! Are you okay? Is your spine okay? Are you hurt?" Cross speaks gently as he carefully removes some of the mud from Nightmare's face.

Nightmare can't explain. it is already hard to keep in the tears and now he is also ruining Cross's clothes and his body hurts and-

He sobs. He can't keep it in. He ruined his sweater. he ruined Cross's stuff. everything hurts. it is cold. he wants to go home.

Cross just pulls him closer and rubs his shoulders gently "Oh it is okay. Don't worry okay? We will get home and get all cleaned up and we will check your injuries."

Cross's voice helps him focus. Helps him breath and get passed the sobs and tears. his face is still all wet and muddy and he is dirty and his sweater. it had been a gift! He should know better than think he is allowed to have nice things.

Someone screeches "What do you think you are doing to my dareling boys?!"

Nightmare flinches and pushes closer to Cross. he dares to glance up and sees Killer growling and glaring at the two boys. He is holding one arm of one of the boys, the one Ngihtmare run into, behind his back and Nightmare knows that angle is painful.

Killer glances at the lady before looking back at the boy near tears "Teaching your child manners about how he shouldn't bully or harm a young child." Killer's voice is compeltely calm. Giving nothing away. Nightmare knows it means he is beyond furious.

The lady glares "It are just boys! Boys will be boys!" she huffs "What did they even do?" she notices him and huffs again "It is just mud! It is harmless!"

Killer looks at her before grinning. He lets go of the child and steps back. He moves quickly and Nightmare isn't even sure how he does it but next thing there is a wave of mud which covers all three.

Killer crosses his arms and waits.

The lady screeches again "How dare you?! This is real fur!"

Killer raies a brow "What? I thought you just told me. It. Is. Just. Mud." he stares her down "All you will have to do? Clean it. Which is much easier for you. As you have one of those handie bodies to keep it out of your system. Unlike wiht us skeletons that can cause quite a bit of different injuries. All caused by dirt getting stuck in joints. You know, like mud. And between joints, that this babybones has."

The lady shakes slightly as she looks around before looking back at Killer.

Killer stares at her "I will make this clear. YOu are going to walk away with those two brats of yours. You are not going to cause us anymore issues. understood?"

The lady nods and grabs her two boys and leaves.

Killer huffs before looking back at him. cold and emotionless look gone as he looks at him "tiny boss?"

Nightmare knows he is still crying as he pulls on his sweater a tiny bit. it sticks to his body, it rubs and hurts everything... but his sweater. He looks at Killer and isnt sure how to explain "my sweater..." he knows he is still crying "Dusty got this for me...." it was so expensive and special and Nightmare tried to be careful with it but he wanted the warm hug of the sweater at his appointment because it was Dust's relax day but now it is dirty and ruined and and and.

He can't explain adn just sobs.

Cross seems to understand as he pulls him closer "oh baby it is okay. We are going home. get you all cleaned up and clean up your sweater too. You will be wearing it again before you know it!"

Nightmare just sobs again.

Cross nuzzles him gently and that makes him feel a bit better.

"Hey tiny boss! Look!"

Nightmar eblinks and looks over at Killer. Killer sees him look and he grins widely. Before kicking his own feet out from under him and faceplanting right into the mud that Nightmare fell into.

Cross gasps "Killer!"

Killer pulls his face out and grins widely. The mud and tears mix and it is messy and he is covered in mud but it falls in almost slowmotion and-

Nightmare can't stop the giggle leaving him.

Killer grins and gets up. Each step makes a weird slurp and slosh. Nightmare snorts and laughs more.

Killer gets to them and grins at him.

Cross looks amused himself "You are a mess." he still nuzzles nightmare.

Killer grins and winks at Nightmare "Just means tiny boss and I will both need a bath." He then stands straight and shows his outfit "And look! More clothes that need washing! We will just wash our stuff together!"

Nightmare giggles and nods before starting to reach for Killer. He still pulls his hand back again. It feels... needy...

Killer grins as he sloshes over and nuzzles his face all over.

Cross sighs "Killer you are getting your goop all over him."

Killer grins at Cross "It is fine crossy! When we get home it is bathtime anyway!"

Nightmare feels himself relax a bit more as Killer rubs the tears away and Nightmare leans back against Cross. They are going home and wash up together.

He really hopes the sweater will turn out to be okay but the others probably know how to wash it out carefully.

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[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

first i just wanna say i love whenever you post I’ve literally turned on post notifs now ‼️🫶🏾

my request is just like a scenario or HC’s of if auron were ever to get jealous teehee

Jealous Auron.

First off he doesn't get jealous he gets even - Auron glaring at a man that was flirting with Rook in front of him.

He'll act indifferent to the person stealing rook's attention bc as YB said before he KNOWS Rook would never.

But still doesn't mean he can show off a bit like giving Rook presents using an anonymous name, giving them their collar they love wearing (since it went with everything), and more.

Also it helped the Rook ignored the person trying to flirt with them.

He was chuckling when he saw Rook cut their conversation short to go and talk with him.

But in all he knows that they'll come back to them, let anyone dare try and take them away from him. See how you'll end up with blood spilling and getting your dirty laundry aired by him.

Auron also claims that he doesn't get jealous he gets even.

Scenario:

Auron was starting to get annoyed by this meeting he was in, that new guy, James was pissing him off. He knows Rook is a really beautiful person but if this fucker keeps looking he's going to-

"Auron? Sir. Your input on this?" Turning his head Auron gave a smile, Rook was looking in his eyes. Confused on why he was acting such a way in a meeting nonetheless.

"Amazingly put together as usual Rook, go ahead and go with the plan. Sadly I need to contact someone at the moment, excuse me everyone." Everyone felt nervous seeing him getting up and leaving, Rook sighed as they knew he was mad at someone. Doesn't help that someone keeps looking at them with confusion.

"okay, we got the approval John, Derrida, and Angela please start your part." The three nodded and left the meeting room, Rook continued to give everyone a task or role to play in the movement of the new project. James, had the role of writing everyone's progress on their part of the project and helping if needed for someones part.

After finally getting the blonde out of their hair Rook started to walk to Auron's office. He was probably brooding and working on some emails that he decided to finally work on. Trish nodded to them as soon as she saw them, shooting the older woman a smile they walked through those big doors.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Saying as they walked to his desk not waiting for an answer and sitting on it looking at him. A sigh was their response as he placed his pen down from writing whatever he was.

"Hm, that would be good." So they did talk about; James, the new project, their relationship and how Rook won't ever leave him because they chose him. Only him, no one else. Auron knew he really shouldn't be jealous but he did know he has a lot of baggage in this relationship.

"Auron." Turning his head to look at Rook he felt a small kiss be placed on his forehead. "Your cute when your jealous." Giggling filed the room and Auron sighed again.

"Wow, bullying me when I want comfort. What a lucky man I am." Sarcasm was dripping on his words and Rook just ignored that. Peppering kisses all over his face and Auron liked the attention, then he had to stop them. "As much as I love the attention you give to me so easily. You need to go check up n your team." An eye rol and sighing was his answer as Rook got off his desk.

"Okay....One more before I go though!" Leaning down Rook pecked his lips and walked back to the door. Auron smiled lightly then looked back at the computer and papers he was working on.

[purplecoffee13]

Are You Offering?*

Summary: Adalia, Harry’s former best friend and ex-friend-with-benefits gets drunk on a random Thursday night and Harry feels obligated to check on her.

Wc: 4.5k

Tropes: former best friends with loads of sexual tension. Longhair!Harry

Warnings: overstimulation, degradation, praising, edging, possessiveness if you squint real hard

A/N: ITS HARRY’S POV. This is originally something from a story I had written about twenty chapters for, but it didn’t stick. The smut did, though, so have this in the mean time while I try to get out of the biggest writers block of the century :)

Adalia is drunk.

It’s a Thursday night, Adalia is drunk, and who has to check on her? Me.

Okay so technically I don’t have to check on her, so what? It’s still annoying.

Adalia and I had been in the same friend group for a while. We used to be really close. Our mutual best friend Jordan always joked about her and me ending up together, and it made us realize the tension we had. It resulted in a friends-with-benefits relationship, because I wasn’t ready for a real one.

Then suddenly, she started dating this prick called Tommy. He was an insecure little bitch who ordered her around and she just let him. It frustrated the group to no end, so much that one day I found myself fighting him in an alley.

Adalia blamed me, and distanced herself from me ever since. You’d think we’d grown closer again after she found out Tommy cheated on her, but no. She stayed mad at me and I stayed mad at her for being mad at me.

It hasn’t been much later than two weeks when I’m stopping by Jordan’s house. He has been sick for a week and a half and I wanted to check up on him. He’s starting to feel better, he tells me. Then suddenly, our conversation is interrupted by a phone call.

It’s Adalia, asking something about going to the club together because she needs to get laid. Jordan tells her he can’t today, but will take her this Saturday. I hear a faint groan coming from the other line before they say their goodbyes and hang up.

Even though I stay there for another hour, I can’t get Adalia off my mind. I’m was worried about her and I don’t want her doing anything stupid.

As I'm driving down the streets an hour later, I can't help but think of one face. It bothers me, so I turn the volume of my music up, hoping to get my mind off it.

I find myself unconsciously driving to a house, one that is not mine. I step out of the car and walk up the front door, taking a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. It takes a while before the door opens, but when it does, I am met with wide eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

Is the first thing Adalia asks when she sees me. She is wearing a big shirt with shorts that can only be seen when she raises her arms. She quickly hides her body behind the door, realizing what she's wearing when she catches me eyeing her bare legs.

"Jordan said you were drunk." I meet her eyes.

"I was tipsy, and that was like an hour ago." She explains, her tone shows me that she is suspicious of my actions. "Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be hanging out with your friend?"

I shrug. "He needed his rest, so we cut it short. Anyway, he asked me if I could check up on you, make sure you hadn't ran off to a random club downtown."

"How much of that conversation did you hear?!" She groans, her eyebrows knitting together in anger and a bit of confusion. I give her a smirk, shrugging my shoulders again before stepping inside her apartment.

It's dimly lit, the television is on but the sound has been muted. On her coffee table, there is a lit candle from which I presume the vanilla smell stems that covers the entire apartment. I scan the furniture with my hand behind my back, taking in the different colors that are scattered through the apartment. It is exactly the opposite from my house, and not at all what I'd expected it to look like.

I hear the door close behind me, followed by some wood creaking footsteps. I can feel Adalia's presence behind me, but neither of us move.

"So?"

"So what?" I ask, unsure about her behavior, as it is not something I'm used to when it comes to her.

"What d'you think?" Her voice is so soft that it could nearly be classified as a whisper. I turn around, and am met with her relaxed posture, I even detect a hint of enjoyment in her eyes.

"Y'know, you're usually a bit more agitated when I'm around." I note, and she hums at my comment.

"Blame it on the alcohol."

My lips quirk up into a grin at her casual words, and I turn around to look at the interior of her house again, hands still behind my back. "So, you wanted to fuck some random guy from a club?"

"Or girl, I'm not picky." She swiftly claps back with a response that I did not expect. "Why? Have something better to offer?"

All of the muscles in my body automatically tense at her suggestive words. I have to swallow before I turn my body towards her and speak again.

"D'you want me to?" I slowly ask.

My voice has already grown more hoarse from the pure energy shift between us. The air has gotten thick, way too thick for me to walk out of here unscathed. I can feel my pants growing tighter with each second of our growing tension. I do nothing but watch as Adalia takes a few steps closer until she is right in front of me.

"Are you offering?"

As soon as those words have left her mouth, I hungrily push my lips onto hers, strengthening the intensity of the kiss by grabbing her face with my hand and pulling it closer to mine. We consist of nothing more than lust as we dance our tongues around each other and clutch to any body part we can find. It's unexpected but I felt it from the start, it's passion fueled by frustration, it's pure sex.

I let go of her face and use both of my arms to wrap her legs around me before I make my way to her couch. From the second I sit us down, her hips start rolling in just the right way to cause friction where I want, where I need it most. My hands clamp to her waist as she mercilessly dances against me, and she manages to get a guttural groan all the way from the back of my throat.

"Fuck.." I whisper under my breath.

"D'you like that?" I hear her breathy and seductive voice that somehow still holds a touch of innocence. I nearly cum in my pants at the sound of it.

"H-how could I not, darling?" I try to keep my composure. "Sweet girl, riding me so well."

The smirk with which she responds to the praise is devilish, and within seconds she stops moving above me.

"Take your hands off my waist." Adalia's sudden demand sounds serious, but I detect she has a plan in mind. I do as she says anyway, curious to see where this is going. She leans forward, her hot breath fanning against my ear.

"Tell me Harry," she softly whispers, and I close my eyes and clench my jaw, trying my hardest not to flip us over and fuck her into oblivion until she forgets her own name. "Do you think you could cum from just this?"

As she forms the sentence, she rolls her hips against me, and I moan at the fierce contact. "S-shit... yes, love."

I hear the small sigh from the mention of my nickname for her, and I have to stop my lips from curling upwards. She might think she's in control right now, but this still proves the exact opposite.

Without another word she begins riding me, fully clothed with the friction of the fabric only making it worse. It takes everything in me not to dig my nails into her waist. I groan and curse shamelessly, enjoying this far too much to keep my cool anymore.

Adalia keeps whispering messy, dirty encouraging words into my ear that singlehandedly make me go feral, and it doesn't take a lot of time before I can feel a high getting close.

"Jesus fuck- Adalia, if you keep going like this I'm gonna fucking cum." I warn her, but for her that seems to be a reason to go faster than before. I throw my head back, accepting that she is really about to make me cum in pants. Or so I thought, because she stops very abruptly when I'm about to tip off the edge.

She edged me?

I look at her with a deeply furrowed brow, her face that has nothing but delight written all over it. She gets off my lap and kneels on the ground in front of the couch, between my spread legs. I look at her, leaned back against the couch,  still coming down from the immense pleasure I was experiencing just a few seconds ago.

She starts fiddling with my trousers, and once she's lowered my zipper, I push up my hips so she can take my pants off. My cock springs out of my underpants and falls onto my lower stomach. I have to admit that I take some pride in the fact that Adalia's eyes still grow wide despite having seen my cock a number of times in the past.

She quickly regains her confidence, though, spitting some saliva into her right hand and reaching for my cock. I hiss when she starts stroking me, shifting in my seat a bit.

"How'd you like me sucking your cock, Harry? Is that something you'd enjoy?"

I simply grin at her and her smug attitude, grazing my hand over her hair. "Well, I was offering, wasn't I?"

She smiles back and lowers her mouth onto my cock. With my jaw set, I moan at the sudden boldness with which she takes nearly all of me in her mouth at once before pulling back entirely. She strokes my dick a couple of more times before applying her mouth again, and when she does, she doesn't hold back.

I examine her movements, in total awe of how she manages to satisfy me in just the way I need with her filthy mouth. My eyes avert from her and I look around the apartment and it's cute, cozy decor. The way her day to day personality polarizes her attitude when it comes to sex might be one of the biggest turn ons I have ever experienced.

"Look at you," I automatically start talking, I can't help it with the way she is so desperately sucking my cock. "You're enjoying this even more than me, aren't you?"

Her moan vibrates onto my dick and I tighten my grip on her hair in response. I bite my lip at the delicious sight in front of me, and a part of me wants to let her finish me up, but I do the opposite instead. With a harsh pull, I take her mouth away from my cock. She gasps, her lips are swollen and a tear drop trickles from her right eye.

"You've had your fun love, it's my turn again." I announce to her. "Take your pants off and come sit on my lap again."

She stays silent as she takes off her shorts and her panties before slowly positioning herself on my lap again. With my cock on my lower stomach, I place her just so she sits by the base of my cock, being able to grind over it if I would command her to.

My fingers hover over to her pussy, and she gasps when I finally touch her. She is absolutely drenched, add that up to the list of panties I've already ruined.

"You're soaked, love." I softly tell my observation to her, and she whimpers when my thumb grazes over her clit. "Enjoyed sucking me off so much, did you?"

"Yes.." she answers, her hips moving at my degrading words for her. It still surprises me how she likes to receive the exact same things I usually like to give, at least it makes us a good pair in one field.

"Fucking filthy... Nearly made me cum just now. Did you need that? Did you need to feel control for a little bit?" I softly stroke her folds, and she nods at my questions, confirming my suspicions.

"I just want you to know love." I grab her chin, and turn her head to me, forcing her to look at me. "You were only in control because I allowed you."

Her eyes soften as I shove my fingers inside of her, and a loud moan erupts form her mouth. A string of stumbling curse words leave her mouth as I push my index and middle finger in and out of her, turning her into a weak mess. She attempts to mumble how good I'm making her feel, but the pleasure is taking too much of her energy.

"Take off your shirt." I demand.

"Take off yours."

A smirk falls from my lips at her bold reply, but I accept it, pulling my fingers out of her (which is received with a disappointed whimper) and rapidly taking off my shirt. She watches with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, which is replaced with a wide open mouth when I slide my fingers back inside of her. She takes off her shirt, revealing her gorgeous, full breasts.

I impulsively react by working my fingers faster on her, and she arches her back in pure erotic bliss. My free hand grabs onto one of her tits and starts massaging them and playing with her nipples, knowing it to be a sensitive spot. She cries out my name, not seeming to care if anyone hears.

"How does it feel, love?"

"Keep going! Please- I'm gonna cum." She whines, her hips starting move along to get her closer to her high. To add a little more pace, I start to rub her clit, which seems to intensify her pleasure even more as she starts to actually scream my name.

So, I stop.

Her legs are shaking, so desperate for a release that all of a sudden won't come anymore. She looks at me, anger written all over her face. Before I even get to bark out my next order, she places her hands on her clit and starts rubbing frantically.

My jaw clenches, frustrated that she is being so stubborn, but a second plan hits my mind, so I let her fuck herself with her own fingers.

Her eyebrows curl upwards and her jaw is slack as she comes all over her own fingers, and while she experiences the aftershocks, her cum drips onto my cock. With her eyes still closed, she doesn't see me placing my cock in front of her entrance, but she does feel it when I impale her on my dick.

"Ah! Harry!" She calls out as I pound upwards into her. Her whole body, still weak from her orgasm, bounces at each of my harsh trusts.

"That's what you get for being a fucking impatient whore." I bark at her, watching her crumble under the intensity of my touch.

I lower myself until I'm completely out of her, and throw her next to me on the couch. She falls face first and I quickly get off the couch as she tries to get herself up with her hands. Without so much as a warning, I grab her hips and guide her until she is standing in front of the couch, bent over for me.

I grab a handful of her hair and pull at it when I enter inside of her again. The pathetic whines that leave her throat encourage me to immediately pick up my pace, which she seems to like judging from her vocal response.

"Y'know you wouldn't get this treatment from a stranger you meet in the club." I tell her as I keep my tempo steady. I can feel the sweat dripping from my forehead, and the skin slapping sounds have risen the temperature of the already warm room.

"It was worth a-  ah! It's worth a try." Adalia stammers out, her breath hitching at every thrust.

"Yeah? You don't want to be fucked by me anymore?" I ask her, and when she doesn't answer I give a harsh tug on her hair. "Want me to stop?"

She stays relatively quiet, apart from the messy whimpers coming from her. I roll my eyes and stop moving, keeping my cock inside of her.

"N-no! Don't stop, please don't stop.." She cries. I immediately start moving again, partly because I desperately need too. I watch as she clamps onto the couch cushion until her knuckles turn white, and by the way her walls are clenching around me, I am indirectly told that she isn't going to last long anymore.

"That's what I thought." I taunt her, slapping her ass. She gasps at the sudden sting and I admire the red handprint starting to form on her ass. I pull out of her again, turning her around so she is leant back on the couch and facing me.

"Want to see your face when I make you cum." I say before entering her sweet, soaked pussy again. Her tits bounce at the forceful way that I ram back into her, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. "Are you close, Adalia?"

She bites her bottom lip, nodding fiercely while trying to contain the volume of her endless sobs of pleasure. Her hands reach for my chest and she digs her nails in, just like she did with the couch cushion a few seconds ago. I groan, my orgasm coming faster now that she is touching me too. My left hand travels to her clit and starts rubbing it, wanting her to cum before I do so she can drench my entire cock with the consequences of the effect I have on her.

"Harry I- Fuck!" She screams so loud that I am now completely sure the neighbors have heard us. Her legs tremble as she comes all over me. I watch in awe at the orgasm and the impact it has on her body. I keep thrusting into her, getting dangerously close but wanting to ride her through her orgasm.

After she has calmed a bit, I softly get my dick out of her, starting to stroke it to get to my own high.

"Cum for me Harry, please, I need it." She begs, knowing it will send me over the edge, and it does exactly that. I moan as my orgasm finally reaches my body, and I spurt my cum over her stomach and tits.

We both take a bit of time to come down from everything, staying in the same position and just focusing on regulating our breathing again. I look at her with a smirk on my face, and watch joyfully as she wipes some cum off her tits and puts her finger in her mouth.

I dive my head into her pussy and her back immediately arches when my tongue comes in contact with her clit. I originally intended to just lick her up and kiss her to taste us together, but her immediate whimpers have me changing my plan.

I flick my tongue around her clit and lick her clean, all while she struggles to get out anything that even sounds like a word.

"H-Harry.. I- oh my god, oh.." Adalia grabs my hair, tugging on it in an attempt to calm me down. I know she is extremely sensitive right now, but it'll make her cum more easily. "I don't— I can't.. ah!"

I take my mouth off her for a second, replacing it with my finger. "Yes you can. C'mon, come for me again love."

It's just the name I needed to use before putting my mouth on her again, and within a few seconds, she's cumming all over my face. A string of incoherent words leave her mouth, and her hand that was tightly holding my hair slowly loosens it's grip.

This time, I solely help her ride out her high. When I come up to see her face, her eyes are closed and she looks extremely weak from the three, or technically two, orgasms I've brought her.

I get up from the couch and walk towards what I assume to be the bathroom, to grab a towel. With one in hand, I hurry back to the couch and clean her up. She is extremely sensitive, flinching every time the towel grazes her skin a little too hard.

After everything has been cleaned up, Adalia lifts herself off the couch to go to the bathroom, her legs shaking with every step she takes. I wait in the living room until she returns.

The toilet flushes and soon enough she is limping out of the bathroom. She has put on a new pair of panties (God knows where she grabbed those), and is walking on a pair of slippers. She seats herself on the edge of the couch and looks at me with a sympathetic smile.

"You don't have to stay."

I stare blankly at her for a few seconds, the words need some time to register in my brain. She is right, I don't have to be here for any longer than needed. I can walk out the door without a worry, I don't have a reason to stay.

I can't believe I don't have a reason to stay anymore.

I swallow, gathering words in my brain but only one comes out. "Right.."

We maintain our eye contact for a couple more seconds before I get up from the couch. I look around the room one last time, unconsciously stalling my leaving, and then start strolling towards the front door.

I turn around, checking if I won't hear any peep from Adalia, but she is just smiling at me. The side of my lips quirk up for a second, casually returning her kind gesture.

"Bye." I hear her sweet voice as I open the door.

"Bye." I manage to say faintly, my voice sounding bored and monotone, when that could not be further from the truth. I walk through the door, letting it shut behind me. I stand still as soon as I hear the click, reaching for my pocket to fetch my car keys.

I feel a pang in my chest when I hear the jingling sound, I didn't leave them inside by accident. My feet feel like cement as I walk towards the elevator, too heavy to carry all the way downstairs. My eyes keep staring into the distance while making my way back to the car. Once inside with the door shut, a groan leaves my mouth.

Frustration runs through my veins. It feels as though this interaction has only enriched the amount of irritation, instead of lowering it.

I didn't have a reason to stay.

The thought keeps haunting my mind, all the way home. Even as I lie in my bed, I stare at the ceiling and it comes back to me. I didn't have that obligation, she didn't expect me to sit there with her. I didn't have a reason because she didn't need me to stay.

So why does a part of me want a reason?

[ihatedtoadmit]

The Windows To My Soul [4]

pairing: OT8 x fem! reader

genre: soulmates, fluff, crack

warnings: Please read the 'Summary' of this series, all are listed there!

word count: ~2.0k

summary: The conversation feels as natural as if you were talking with your old time friends, something that strikes you odd amidst all the fun you have.

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A chaotic mix of shouting was all I had gotten as a warning before I was sandwiched between two bodies, my own becoming only more rigid in response.

"Eh, wh–" "Why didn't you say you were a fan?! I mean you did just explain, but still!" - Felix complained from my shoulder, looking up at me with big, shining eyes.

Jeongin was probably mumbling something similar into the hoodie on my back, but I couldn't confirm as he’d said it in korean.

Looking around, I could see excitement on everyone else's faces, some of them almost joining the Jeonglix sandwich, were the others not holding them back.

"I-, you're not mad?" - I squeaked out, eyes meeting Chan's for any form of confirmation. "Why would we be? Sure, it wasn't cool you lied, but I get why ya did it. Thank you by the way, it's really cute, but we love meeting with our fans. So don't worry about it, 'kay?" - he spoke back, amusement swimming in his eyes.

I stared back at him, my eyes sweeping over the others before they looked down at the ground.

"Hey, you okay?" "Honestly? Naur, Felix. I almost got kidnapped in a foreign country, just because I wanted to see a live performance of the idols I adore and look up to. But by some miracle the aussies of that same idol group saved me, and now I am in the presence of the whole band, being hugged by two members, wearing Hyunjin's sweater and I'm about to fucking cry."

Based on their astonished looks, I said that out loud, didn't I?

God damn it.

"You weren't supposed to hear that, naauurr-" - I said, burying my face into my working hand out of embarrassment, hidden skin probably already heating up. "That's it, lemme go!" -Changbin shouted before he leapt at me, tearing me out of my cuddle sandwich and hugging me tightly.

It was a bit awkward with the height difference, but he made it work by lifting me up, something that both surprised me and didn’t at the same time. Jisung joined in quickly after I was put down onto the ground properly, soon joined by Hyunjin and Chan as well. The two who didn't like hugs that much just watched in amusement, one acting as if he was eating popcorn. That damned puppy. Although Jeongin not being in their distance keeping group did catch me by surprise, to say the least.

"Hey, Changbin hyung, give her back!" - Felix complained after everyone gave me some space to breathe. "No!" "Hyuuung!" "No, now my turn!"

What the…

Were they actually arguing about who would cuddle me?

What in the wattpad fanfiction was this bullcrap again???

Having had more than enough hugs from strangers -even if they were idols i adored, it was still a bit uncomfortable for me-, I straightened up and looked down at the boys.

"Wouldn't I be the one cuddling someone anyway?"

At the confused looks I’d gotten, I gestured between their heights and mine, my hand going from the top of my head to theirs to signify the difference.

"Did you just call us short?" "Nah, I didn't call everyone short. Hyunjin's at eye level, see?" - he snorted at my comment, saying something along the lines of 'I like her'.

Changbin, however, didn't appreciate it as much. Before he could catch me, I started running away while muttering out a curse under my breath, running around the couch until I got cornered by Chan and Jisung.

"I'm so sorry short kings-, I mean, fuck, uuhh…" "Yah, you little-"

And with that, I got tickled until I could barely breathe, not even my pathetic pleas for help could leave my lips at that point.

Valid punishment to be honest, seeing as my left arm was still unusable and hurt.

"My bad mate, I won't try to be funny ever again." - I panted out as I laid on the floor, earning a few laughs in return. "  Gasp  Aussieee~" - my choice of words caused Hyunjin to overly dramatically sing as he looked at me over the back of the couch, doing a little wave with his fingers. "Yeah, you can thank Chan and STAY for that. I consumed way too many fan videos. Okay, thank Felix too." - I laughed airily, watching as Chan stared at me with a surprised and embarrassed expression. "That's so cute." - Felix muttered before saying some other sentences in korean, the whole group erupting in chaos.

I had not a fucking clue what they were saying.

But they could get really loud, jesus fuck. I pursed my lips in discomfort, thankful that they couldn't see from my position and concealing mask.

"Oh yeah, how come you have a mask on?" - Jisung suddenly asked, now peering over the couch right down at me. "Ah, well… I felt really out of place in a room full of pretty and handsome men." - I muttered out, hoping they didn't hear it, too late to stop the words leaving my mouth.

They did hear it.

Oh boy, did they hear it.

I just rolled over onto my stomach, hiding my face into the floor as I could hear chaos unfold, worsening my splitting headache.

Why the fuck was I so stupid? I hated that I had no filter over my mouth half the time. Or all the time, for that matter.

After a minute of laughter -or more, i had no way to measure my wallowing-, I heard my name being uttered amidst bouts of laughter. Or something like that, it was hard to hear over my inner voice crying and bashing its head into an imaginary wall. 

I simply put my hands over my head, covering it. Well, only one, the other still sporting the restricting, yet soothing ice pack. But the man didn't give up so easily, calling me a few more times and even shaking me to get a response.

"Naur, I'm not here. I'm part of the floor now." - I muttered out, voice muffled as I showed a little peace sign. "Ahw, come on, it wasn't so bad." "I am pretty sure it was, Chris. I just bombed my reputation. That's pretty darn bad." "Oh, so we're switching names now, I see."

I gave him no reply in hopes of him dropping the subject, and also because I was too busy trying to fuse with the wooden panels beneath me. Maybe I would become a freaky Junji Ito manga character, like the snail one. A shiver ran down my spine, the manga panel showing the mentioned abomination immediately popping into my mind in great detail.

"Well, ya leave me no choice then."

Wait wh–

I only felt arms circling my middle, hauling my body up as if I was just a mere sack of potatoes. He even swung me over his shoulder and I could only blink at the ground I was forced to face, processing it all. But before that could even fully happen, he plopped back down into his seat, not even releasing me.

No, this man just casually put me into his lap and started cuddling me.

I stared at him incredulously, eyes wide and brows furrowed. He merely giggled, answering the boys in korean. Because through it all, they of course shouted and yelled. At Chan. For his very questionable actions. Teasingly, based on some of their tones and expressions.

"Sir, what in the actual fuck?" "Hey, language!" "Well, pardon my french, Sir, but nani the fuck?!" "C’mon, the floor must have been cold and uncomfortable." - he chuckled, cheeky dimples fully on display.

I definitely wasn't distracted by them for a few seconds too long.

"Well yea, but still…" - I muttered, tearing my eyes away quickly before I got caught and teased again, something I surely didn’t have the strength for anymore.

"But isn't the mask uncomfortable?" - Felix wasn’t far behind to revive the trailing off conversation, quickly changing the topic for no reason at all. "Oh, so we're just gonna ignore this five year old cuddling me all of a sudden. Okay. I see. Also no, it's fine."

They giggled at my reference, Chan enjoying it the most, even squeezing my sides a bit.

Goddamn, this man was gonna be the death of me.

"Come on, take it off. I bet you're cute!" - ever the rizzmaster 5000 added in. "I uh… what now?" "Surely you must look fine under that mask. C’mon Eevee!" "Felix my boy, you too?" "Come ooonnnn!! We wanna see your cute lil face!" "P-pardon?"

The fact that Chan just watched this all unfold, his head propped up on my shoulder carefully did NOT fucking help, along with the amusement in everyone else'’s eyes who decided to quietly watch everything happen.

"I… I mean, I'm not ugly by normal standards, I guess, but guys… You're idols, everyone feels at least a lil bit uglier in your presence. But if you wanna see my face that bad, to like, I dunno, make sure I'm not some famous criminal, I can take it off?" - my voice trailed off in a questioning tone at the end, really not knowing what to do with their wrong assumptions about me. "Hey, we don't think that. You don't have to take it off if you don't want to." - Chan's reassuring murmur reached my ears, slightly calming my apparently racing pulse as Seungmin agreed with him, nodding along silently.

Today was a really bad cardio day for my heart it seemed, the sound of my racing heart nearly constant all night.

I slightly nodded back in thanks, grateful that they didn't want to push me. It wasn't like I lied about my reason, of course not, but it made me so needlessly anxious to be in their presence, not completely anonymous anymore.

Stupid brain.

"So, who's your bias?" - leave it to Seungmin to ask chaotic shit right after acting cute and understanding.

I blinked at him, his nearby form blinking back at me with an ever so slowly growing shit-eating grin.

"Y-...you can't just ask that, what the fuck?"

At the little jab in my side, I glanced at a not so happy Chan. Oh, I cursed again. I quickly apologised in a hushed tone, making a mental note to try and tone it down. Well, as best as I could, because I swore like a damn sailor.

Of course, in the meantime, hell broke loose and now everyone was on the edge of their seats, urging me to answer. Even Minho was amidst their midst, that sly bastard.

Glancing back at Chan again, I realised I would not get any help from him, not the first time I’ve come to that realisation that night. His eyes were alight in anticipation and curiosity, forcing me to tear my gaze away in dismay.

"Naur, I won't answer that! Apparently I could act unbiased so far, and I want to keep that up." - I adamantly said, hardening my gaze in determination.

This earned a few rightfully raised eyebrows, some pointing at Chan behind me, but this only earned them my own raised eyebrow in return.

"The man’s literally cuddling me. I have no part in this, I'm the victim over here my man." "Well you didn't try to escape him either." - Jisung added in, pointing out something important. "Dude…" "What?" "You expect me, a weak and injured person to somehow overpower a member of the Gymracha? You okay?"

My response got them to laugh again as I just continued to stare at the now tearing up quokka, one of his arms continuously hitting the pillow underneath him.

He really did have a heart-shaped smile.

Catching myself staring -something i had a feeling i would accidentally keep doing-, I tore my gaze away and looked at anywhere else. It somehow landed on my injured arm, the gradient of the purples and blues in my bruise intriguing me, the blending of colours fascinating.

It was beautiful, in its own, morbid way.

"Oh, right, we need to change your ice pack. I'll be right back." - Chan quickly said, sliding me into his place as he walked away.

I watched his retreating form, letting out a small, silent sigh.

Why did they go to such great lengths to help me?

Next chapter

Taglist: @skzstaykatsy @vampcharxter

[thegayghestieprompter]

Random Papa HCs

(click for more, not nsfw but i wrote a LOT)

Primo<3

Primo was like. THE parentified child. If you think Nihil wasn't out being a Slut™ for the Whole Time you are WRONG!!!

He loves his brothers. Even Copia. Even before he knew they were biologically related.

He is Filled With Anxiety™ all the TIME. Being raised to grow up almost immediately is tough, yeah

This man. This man is so romantic. Like. He will love you forever and ever and ever and ever. And he will make sure you know it. You are going on All of The Dates. You are going to be given gifts randomly. Mostly flowers. He likes flowers

He likes flowers :3

can't cook for shit

Upon revival he looks a bit younger, like 60s/70s rather than like 80+ and definitely has long blond hair. This one is here because I like Peemo with hair. I want to touch his hair. I think I love hi

Sighs. Pansexual.

6ft tall

His legal first name is Federico. I don't know why, I found it on a baby name site and I love her (the name. Primo's pronouns are He/Him)

His pronouns are probably He/Him

Secondo<3

Slut. The Worst Sassy Bitch from 18 to like 29

He's like actually sweet but only if he is In Love with you

He loves his brothers. This does NOT mean he is nice to them

Everyone annoys him all of the time. There are no exceptions.

Only dates humans. Is confused as to why anyone(Terzo..Copia..) would date a ghoul. Ghoul-fucker. Ew. Nasty.

So he might be bi. I think he is

He's a Bisexual Bitch and I want tokiss hi

He's so fine

^^^not a headcanon thats actually a fact

Bald forever<3

cooks so fucking good. never cooks though :(

He had blond hair too when he was WAYY younger except he was like "ew i look like my older brother who acts like a MOM. dying this shit brown"

Wavy with some curls<3

Another He/Him!?!?

A Slut And Whore™ until he falls in love. On the rare occasion that he does he falls HARD. Stupid little dumby. I love hi

His legal first name would be Vincenzo. No elaboration. I just Think So therefore its true

6'2, says he's 6ft because he never actually checked, Terzo tells people he's 5'9

Terzo<3

short fuck. he's literally 4'9 and its literally canon and thats so fucking funny

Whore but not in a slutty way. He fake-romances like any sibling of sin and then gets FUCKED and then DIPS. Suddenly he has a lot of paperwork to get to

Slut but not in a whorish way. Wears revealing clothing for Omega but still the fancy kind. Kabukiaku has it down and I love her for that

Stupid old man with smile lines face wrinkles i think i need to kiss h

Did you know his confidence is the fakest shit because boy he is SO insecure (i have an angst problem this is my fault sorry

Ghoul-fucker

Loves to annoy Secondo. Gets pissed when Secondo gets mad. Tries to bother Primo. Gets pissed when Primo is kind and open to him. Hates Copia. Gets pissed when Copia Exists.

He romancess everyone with at least One Rose. IDK why but purple and red are so pretty together and he looks so romantic he is a very romantic man btw so he uses roses to stealyou

Hear me out. "Antonio"

Sorry I didn't elaborate his legal first name should be Antonio because??? yeah

Most people use He/Him for Terzo, he doesn't mind He/They. He just doesn't care. Basically cis he/him who is okie dokie with a little "they/them" here and there

he can't cook for shit

he's handsome

he's stupid

he's an idiot

he's so fine

he's my boyfriend

sorry for last bullet thats not a hc i just love him :(

Copia<3

Sigh<3

5'7. u3u

he's not that slutty actually he's too dorky to even properly romance someone. you give him hints? he thinks you're really friendly. he tries to give you hints? they are not understandable

Rats. Everywhere. He has pet rats. This is canon and if you disagree you are Wrong

be the rat you want to see in the world

that wasnt a hc sorry. He/Him

GREY HAIRS IN HIS BROWN HAIR GREY HAIRS SO MANY AND I NEED HIM. I LVOE HIM

sorry guys. i put myself back into my cage i am normal again. he has that cute little giggle. like that kind of laugh you hear that makes you just stop and stare at the person for a bit because You Are In Love With H

his smile is sooo sweet

He doesn't have fangs but he has sliiiightly crooked teeth that look kinda like em :)

he loves his brothers. He likes Primo and is closest with him cause Primo was active in his childhood and hung out with him and stuff. He respects Secondo but Secondo didn't really interact much in his childhood. He'll gladly make conversation and try to say hi when he sees him. He always kindly greets Terzo and awkwardly babbles about random shit getting progressively more nervous when Terzo is obviously annoyed

Hi. He's pretty

His office has plants that Primo gave him

He has every Employee of the Month award on his wall in his office

He can't cook for shit

take out<3

doordash<3

Pansexual<3

Ghoul-fucker

he's my husband

sorry no he's not. i lied. do you forgive me

ummmmm

rats?

yeah

Nihil >:( >:( 🤬🤬🤬

I hate him

Ugly old wrinkly BITCHSTICK

terrible

cheater

fuckass dumbfuck

i hate him

he's stupid/neg

i don't like him

young nihil is sooooo fine i need him in my household

i hate him

[gaslysainz]

Lost (PG10) pt4

Summary: The world is utterly unfair. He was her most prized possession, her life, her first ever commitment of love. But to him, she was just a mere person lost in his big world.

warnings: ; unrequited feelings; Pierre is a douche , arrange marriage, angst, explicit scenes and languages.

Author's Note~ Heya guys! I present to you the 4th part of my fanfic. I'm overwhelmed by the response ❤️ Really Thanks a lot to everyone who had liked the story so far. Something's have started to cook. Hope you look forward to it. Love You All 😘 Here's my first ever story for you guys. As soon as I finish this one, I'll start taking requests maybe! Till then please show your love and support for "LOST".

This one's a filler chapter, so please bear with me.

Something completely different happened today. A knock at my door woke me up from my 1 hour nap which has unfortunately turned into a 3 hour nap. I stood up from the bed and opened the door only to find my husband standing there and running a hand through his curls. Oh! What a sight! He looks like a Greek God.

"Hey! Did you need something? I'm sorry I fell asleep, also you can come inside"

He thanked me and entered my room, this is completely new. But nonetheless, I had to take a chance. He was looking around the room and the pictures hanging on the walls. His eyes stuck to one picture in particular. A picture captured by Pierre's mom of Isaac, Pierre and myself. It was Halloween and Isaac wanted to be a Vampire and on the other hand Pierre and Me were Romeo and Juliet. He was 6 and I was 4! We did not even know who Romeo and Juliet were! It was because of the elders who had insisted on these costumes! Oh! What I'd give to have those days back.

"You need something?"

"Ah! No, um actually yes, I have to attend an event with the rest of grid tomorrow. And you have to come with me. So be ready by 7pm tomorrow, will you? Wear something nice. I'll send someone with dresses for you to choose today in the evening. Just pick something from there."

There it is! Like I've mentioned before, he only remembers me when he needs something or needs to go somewhere to show off the world our so called amazing married life. *Scoff* But I'm not mad, at least I'll be able to meet HIM after so many days. The only person who happens to care even a little bit for me. Who always greets me with a beautiful smile on his face. A friend? Nope, he's like an angel for me.

I really hope everyone gets a friend like him!

" *Cough* *cough* You there?"

" Oh yea! I'm sorry, I was a bit distracted. Umm, Why don't you take Julia with you? I'm sure she would love to accompany you and also I'm sure she has several dresses in her wardrobe already. Won't even have to buy a dress last minute"

The look Pierre gave me after I mentioned Julia simply yelled 'ARE YOU CRAZY'. I mean I knew why he wouldn't take Julia, but I just find a different kind of satisfaction by reminding it to him.

"Um, I'll be ready tomorrow. Don't worry. By the way, where's Julia?"

"I sent her home, no need for her to stay here for these two days, either way we'd be busy. It'll only distract us."

Oh well! That was odd! Distract us from what exactly? Sometimes this man leaves no tables unturned to confuse me to no end. Anyways. I know better now than to crack my brain over these things. It's actually useless cause I won't get anymore clear answers from him than this.

"Any specific colour that I need to keep in mind while choosing the dress?"

"Not that I'm aware of, just keep it a bit formal. I'll get going. If Julia calls or comes asking for me, just tell her I've been out for a meeting since morning."

And then he rushed out the door, not before checking our childhood photo once again. Okay! That was highly confusing! I mean why was he avoiding Julia? Or am I reading too much between the lines? No one knows. I better go eat something until then.

But still, I'm a bit lost here.

LOST in confusion.

PS - Please lemme know what do you think about LOST and also let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list ❤️

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[yubellia]

Miraculous London. My opinion and … a problem(?).

Soooo…. The new special. It’s here. Before I start, I would like to say that I watched it ‚somewhat‘ completely. I watched reactions, snippets and videos with heavy filters on top for copyright reasons.

However! I think I got enough to have an opinion.

So! Spoilers ahead! You have been warned!

First, I loved seeing Lila and get a feeling for her as the villain. The writers couldn’t resist the urge to make her look like a psycho but… I think this tells us a lot about her character. What we saw was a mental breakdown but she recovered relatively quickly. Remember when Sabrina and Marinette exposed her? After what we know now, I think she was really keeping it together while boiling on the inside.

Also, this special gave us new questions. Lila didn’t seem like the person to be into sports. We now know, that it was mostly because she is wearing a disguise most of the time. She can‘t have her makeup or wig fall off. However, it now seems like she has some fighting skills. Unless that was part of her transformation. (A shame that we didn’t see that process. And an even bigger shame because we didn’t see her wish. What does she want?!)

Lilas Plan was pretty smart too. I mean, once you know how it works, it’s not THAT special but since she works alone, it was pretty crafty. First giving herself the power to find out who ladybug is and once she knows, taking the power to be untouchable but able to take what she wants. I still remember how people asked how one girl is supposed to be better than a grown man with lots of money at his disposal and all his options. Well…. We just saw it! I thought that she would use her knowledge to manipulate Adrien. That the writers would use that to show how Adrien CAN‘T find out the truth. I think they will do that but later. Although getting Adrien akumatized again is getting old by now.

I didn’t like how the ‚fight‘ became a joke once Marinette changed the notebook. It was the normal ‚I‘m the hero and I will get you.‘ speech. However, Lila is mad now. And we know, once she gets mad, she gets extreme. So we should be excited for that. Also… was it because Lila wore a full body disguise or why didn’t Marinette see through her? I mean we had villains that turned into monsters, stone and more. She still knew who it was. What was different this time? Was it because Lila didn’t speak? So many questions!

So overall the special was… ok. Why only ok? Because I think, they could have turned this into a longer special episode. It didn’t really FEEL all that special. It didn’t feel like Shadybug you know. I mean we did get confirmation that yes, Lila is using the Miraculous better than Gabriel did. But that’s pretty much it…

Why is she better at it than Gabriel? When she was Hoaxxer, Nathalie gave her all the information she needed. Including most likely the decoded book. Meaning that she is pretty much on the same level as Marinette when it comes to knowledge.

Now…. The problem I have with this special…..

I watched the last scene of season 5 just to be sure. I had this weird feeling during the special… and it got confirmed. This special takes place after Marinette lies to Adrien and before we get this last scene with Lila. With the blue light and all that. So… why is Lila still in her Cerise disguise? I mean she could have changed that. Ok. But where is Nooroo? We saw him in the special. Is he trapped in the miraculous? Maybe. But more importantly, this scene takes place AFTER we are all the heroes with the miraculous. So it’s AFTER this special.

What is this light?! What happened to her?

We still don‘t know. At first I thought it could have been something with time traveling but that doesn’t seem to be the case. Could this be a retcon? If so, it’s only a little one but I am confused because Lila still seemed so fixated on Marinette. Although that’s probably only her own drive for vengeance.

Anyway. I liked this special. It introduced the new villain pretty well and Marinette admitted that she is better than Gabriel. But aside that, it wasn’t all that much. Sorry.

[musicloverdani]

I am a little bit confused about how this ring works. Do people really just follow the jewelry with no regard on who wears it, not how they got it? And Rose’s family just duck and ran without any fight? Is there really no one who would stand with them regardless of who owns the ring? And I don’t just mean among the Four Horsemen, but also the multiple facets of government they’re supposed to have ties to. Like, no one gives a fuck about the person they made a deal with? Was Boss able to fulfill these previously made agreements and make them better? Also, why trick ole girl into investing her money and then kill her? I don’t fully understand the moves that were made by Boss, but mostly cause I don’t know if they show has fully explained how Boss works nor the Four Horsemen.

But now that I’ve finished the episode I do believe that the trailer for next weeks episode has to be a misdirect. Unless they’re going for an open ended ending where Jack and Joker don’t end up together but hint that they might reconcile again, I feel like Jack might not actually be mad. I feel like he already knows that Joke would do anything for him, especially if it meant Jack’s freedom from Boss. There no way he doesn’t know how deeply in love Joke is. Because what other motivation would Joke have for doing what he did?

So I think maybe he’s disappointed but he understands. And it has to be some plan to figure out Boss’s moves, and they have to play into them being separated since the two of them apart was something Boss demanded before.

Plus, I think Jack is probably the only one Boss would still let come back in his circle without a lot of suspicion, especially if it looks like he cut off his friends and boyfriend.

It has to be a con. I’m choosing to believe it’s a con.

[writingdumpster]

captain

pairing: Cassian Andor x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, male receiving oral, throat fucking, fem receiving oral, fingering, p in v, edging, dacryphilia, rank kink, degradation, breeding, pussy spanking

summary: Cassian is jealous when Han Solo talks to you at a party celebrating the destruction of the Death Star.

word count: 2.2k

Cassian was seething as the two of you walked home. He wouldn’t even hold your hand. You were leaving a party celebrating the success of the Death Star’s destruction. You could tell Cassian was upset, but you weren’t really sure why. You were letting him take his time. He had a tough time talking about his feelings and you always allowed him time to process.

You walked through your front door and took off your shoes. Cassian went into the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of the dark alcohol he kept in the cupboard and took a sip. He put his hands on his hips.

“Cass?” You called. He didn’t move. “Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong?” You asked softly. Cassian scoffed. He turned around to face you.

“‘What’s wrong?’” He repeated sarcastically. “Why did you wear that dress tonight?” He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“I thought you liked this one,” you said.

“Yes, but you know why I like it,” Cassian said. “And you know it makes others think the same things it makes me think.”

“Are you really mad at me just because other people were looking at me?” You asked.

“No, I’m mad because you were letting them.”

“Letting them? What does that even mean?” You questioned. You were getting annoyed.

“Oh, please!” He scoffed as he threw his hands in the air. “You were talking to Han Solo all night,” he said.

“He came over to talk to you!” You shouted. “He was trying to thank you!”

“Really?! Then why was he staring at you when he talked to me?!” Cassian shouted back. You were quiet. You really hadn’t thought that Han Solo was flirting with you.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I didn’t notice. I was looking at you,” you finished. Cassian’s heart jumped, even though it had been racing from his anger. You could make him feel so happy with only a few words, but he was still jealous. He didn’t want to let you get away with wearing his favorite dress somewhere that you’d be seen by so many people.

“He was looking at you. And do you know why, princess?” Cassian asked harshly. He stalked across the room and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him. “Because you were wearing this dress.”

“I just thought you liked it,” you said shyly. You really hadn’t intended to draw anyone’s attention but Cassian’s when you put the dress on.

“Well, why were you flirting with Solo?” He questioned.

“I was not! I would never do that to you, Cass!” You shouted defensively.

“Captain,” Cassian snapped.

“What?” You questioned.

“You call me ‘Captain’ tonight,” he told you. Oh, I get it. “Solo might have gotten that medal, but he’s just some asshole,” Cassian sneered. “I am your Captain. You will follow my orders.” You nodded at Cassian. Cassian raised an eyebrow at you when you said nothing.

“Yes, Captain,” you said once you realized what he was waiting for.

“I’m going to fill you up tonight. I know you’ve been wanting me to get you pregnant, sweet girl.” Your eyes widened. You and Cassian had been discussing starting a family. He didn’t sound like he was joking.

“Take this dress off,” Cassian ordered. “Everyone’s seen you in this now. I have to make sure I’ve seen the most of you.” You pulled the dress over your head to reveal the matching pink lace bustier and panties you had bought. It was meant to be a surprise for Cassian that night. Cassian’s eyes soaked in the sight of you.

“I got it for you, Captain,” you said, interrupting the silence. “And you’re the only one who will ever see it.” Cassian smiled.

“It’s pretty, my love,” he said. “Thank you.” You smiled back, glad you had done at least one thing to please him. “I was going to make you take everything off, but I think I’ll leave you like this for a while.”

“Whatever you want, Captain,” you said.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered. You looked down at the tile floor.

“Can we go to the bedroom?” You asked.

“No. Your knees are going to be bruised after this and I don’t want to hear another word about it.” You were surprised but Cassian’s dominance was turning you on more than you cared to admit.

“Yes, Captain,” you said obediently as you dropped to your knees. You started to reach for Cassian’s belt but he was quick to stop you.

“No touching,” Cassian warned. You withdrew your hands disappointedly. He reached down and undid his own belt, shoving his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock.

Cassian took the base of his cock in his hand. He slapped your cheeks with the tip of his dick, the precum leaking from it sticking to your face. You moaned at the degrading treatment. Cassian was usually all praises and sweetness even through his dominance. You loved when he got mean with you.

“Pat my leg twice if it’s too much,” Cassian instructed.

“Yes, Captain.” You felt like an addict, completely and totally at the mercy of your one desire.

“Now open,” he commanded. You opened your mouth wide, holding your tongue out expectantly. He put the tip of his cock on your tongue.

“Don’t suck,” Cassian ordered. “Bad girls don’t get to suck their Captain’s cock,” he started. “They get their throats fucked.” That was the only warning he gave you before he reached down with his other hand, digging it into your scalp and pulling you roughly down on his hard cock. Your nose brushed Cassian’s neatly groomed pubic hair as you gagged on his cock. He held you there for a moment, your throat constricting around his cock. He let you go after you started to choke.

“Thank you, Captain,” you gushed as you pulled away. Cassian chuckled.

“I’m not done,” he said. “Just letting you catch your breath.” You nodded

“I’m ready for more, Captain,” you told him. You opened your mouth expectantly. Cassian smirked.

“Greedy little slut,” he taunted. He gave you what you wanted. He pushed his cock into your mouth. You closed your lips around him as he began thrusting into your mouth. He didn’t thrust hard enough to make you gag, but the tip of his cock continued to brush the back of your throat. When he pulled you off himself you gasped for air, drool spilling over your chin and tears making your mascara run down your cheeks.

“Get up. Bedroom. Now.” You stood at once and nearly sprinted towards the bedroom. Cassian left a trail of clothes behind him as he followed you, totally nude by the time you’d arrived in your bedroom. You turned around to face Cassian as you arrived in the room, waiting for his instruction.

“Let me help you with this,” Cassian said as he began to remove your bustier. He tossed it to the side. “Lay down on your back.”

“Yes, Captain,” you replied. You laid down, leaning on your elbows so you could continue to observe Cassian. He climbed onto the bed as well, kneeling in front of you. He ran his fingertips along the outside of your legs gingerly till he reached the waistband of your underwear.

“Do you know how many times Solo called you pretty tonight?” Cassian asked you.

“I think he said I looked nice when he introduced himself,” you said nervously.

“Five. He called you pretty five times,” Cassian snarled. “So, guess what?

“What?” You asked nervously.

“I’m going to ruin your orgasm five times before I let you come,” he told you.

“No, Cassian. Please—”

“Captain!” Cassian snapped. He spanked your pussy over your panties.

“I’m sorry, Captain,” you whimpered. Cassian pulled your underwear down your legs and tossed them off the bed. He pushed your legs open wide, large hands spreading over the tender skin of your inner thighs. Your pussy was glistening with wetness. You were desperate for attention.

“Oh, sweet girl,” Cassian cooed. “You’re soaked.” He dragged a single finger up your slit, stopping when he reached your clit to rub a few faint circles over it. The slight movement made you shudder.

“Captain,” you whined. “I need you to touch me.” Cassian chuckled.

“Need me?” He asked. You nodded eagerly.

“Yes, Captain. I need you.” Cassian smirked.

“Remember, princess. Five times,” he reminded you.

“Yes, Captain.” Cassian leaned down and licked a line from your asshole up to your clit. You immediately whined in pleasure. His tongue circled your clit a few times before sucking it between his lips. “Ohhh, Captain,” you groaned.

“How does it feel?” Cassian asked. He slurped at your dripping hole, drinking up all the wetness he could.

“It feels amazing, Captain! Feels so good,” you cried. Cassian kept up his precise movements against you, making you squirm against the mattress. He reached up and grabbed one of your hands, lacing your fingers with his. You squeezed his hand tightly as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your body was tensing up as you prepared for your orgasm but suddenly Cassian took his mouth off you and slapped your bare pussy.

“No! No! Please!” You whimpered at the loss of stimulation. Cassian laughed darkly as he watched you writhe helplessly against the mattress. He brought you up to the edge with his mouth three more times before he let you have his cock, punctuating each ruined orgasm with another spank to your cunt. Once the fifth edge was over you couldn’t stop begging.

“Please, make me come!” You begged up at Cassian.

“I don’t know if you deserve it, princess.”

“I do, Captain! I do! I’ve been so good! I’m sorry I wore your favorite dress in front of other people!” You cried. Tears were falling freely down your cheeks as Cassian continued to make slow and lazy thrusts in and out of you. It felt just good enough to keep you going but not good enough to get you there.

“You’re sorry?” Cassian asked.

“Yes, Captain,” you said. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again, I promise.” He said nothing. “Please,” you sniffled, a tear slipping down your cheek. “I’ve been good.”

“You have been, sweet girl. You took your punishment well.” Cassian wiped the tear from your cheek and leaned down to give you a slow kiss. “I’ll make you come now,” he whispered against your lips.

Cassian caged you to the bed, his forearms holding him up by your head. Your hands were digging into his back, leaving red scratch marks behind. He began thrusting into you more quickly, rolling his hips as he did so he would start to hit your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck! Captain!” You cried.

“Say my name,” Cassian begged, no longer wanting the facade between you.

“Cassian, please,” you whined. “I need you.” Cassian groaned as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. He kissed the soft skin there.

“I love you, y/n,” he moaned. Your heart throbbed. This is what it was about. He wanted to be sure you loved him as much as he loved you. He wanted to make sure that you were his and only his. Forever.

“I love you too, Cassian,” you moaned back. Cassian grunted as he leaned away. He took your leg and hooked it over his hip. Then he quickly grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. With his free hand he reached between you and rubbed figure eights against your clit, tearing your last bit of composure away at once.

You plummeted into your orgasm. You screamed out in pleasure. You thrashed against the bed. You nearly broke Cassian’s skin as your nails raked down his back. Your other hand was squeezing his hand tightly. Your pussy was flexing and contracting around Cassian’s cock uncontrollably. Cassian couldn’t help himself from emptying inside you. You moaned at the feeling of warmth that filled your belly and kept squeezing at his cock, trying to drain every bit of cum from him.

Cassian looked down at the spot where your bodies connected as he pulled out of your warmth. He caught the white cum that began spilling out of you on his fingers and quickly pushed it back inside of you. You whimpered, sore after all the edging.

“We just have to keep this in here, sweet girl. Have to make sure it takes,” he said. “Don’t want to waste any time with my schedule.” You had a small moment of doubt.

“We can try again if it doesn’t work…right?” You asked quietly. Cassian’s eyes shot up to meet yours. He could see the fear you were feeling. A family wasn’t going to be an easy thing for Cassian to have. You didn’t always believe it would work out. His hands immediately went to your face and cupped it.

“Baby, of course we can.” Cassian assured you. “We’ll try as many times as it takes.” The worry on your face washed away.

“I love you, Kassa. Only you,” you said. Cassian smiled softly.

“I know you do. I shouldn’t get jealous,” he said. You kissed Cassian softly.

“I don’t mind,” you told him with a smirk. “As long as this is how you react.”

[autumn-foxfire]

KID episode! The one where Heiji almost kisses Kaito. Also, in the episode Shinichi looks very unimpressed with Kaito that he did. I wonder why.

Heiji is giving credit to the wrong person though. Shinichi didn't do anything, that was Ran. And she did so because she can't actually voice her feelings for Shinichi (I wonder why <.<).

Shinichi's husband <3

I don't like how Gosho writes Kazuha and Heiji most of the time but I do appreciate Heiji being written as a normal teenage boy who shows normal attraction to others but still chooses Kazuha. It's not really as contrived as the main couple of this series.

Urgh. Please bring back the old OP with Shinichi dancing. It's better than this one. I always watch the OPs at least once to see if they have any good moments but this one was not a good one.

Hi, Komei. Welcome but I don't really care about you, I care about our favourite phantom thief.

I will remind people that Jirokichi has suggested this idea before and it was dismissed so Komei isn't special for suggesting it, in fact I'm pretty mad that they forgot he has suggested this before just to fluff up Komei.

Ran, the history nerd.

KAITO. My precious baby boy.

BABY BOY. Kaito is adorable, he heard the woman had been cheated and immediately changed his plans in order to return what belonged to her.

I love how Heiji is too busy thinking about Kazuha to care about Kaito while Shinichi only cares about his husband and is confused why his best friend isn't interested like he is (suprise surprise, Heiji actually likes his love interest).

Ran: if he saw that...

Me: What a flattering way to talk about you "returning" Shinichi's "feelings"

Ran is still more invested in the relationships around her than she has ever been in her own.

What I do appreciate about heists, as infrequent as they've become in the canon, is that they're showing Kaito's more human side, the one where he does make errors and does make plans at last second instead of being always ten steps ahead.

Heiji immediately regretting upsetting Kazuha and going back on his previous words is nice though and refreshing. You don't see this too often.

But of course they have to make into a competition with Shinichi. But Shinichi won't let you arrest his husband, Heiji.

Of course Kaito buys himself good dresses to wear. He wants to look pretty, thank you very much.

You know Shinichi noticed immediately that he switched with Kazuha and didn't say a word because he acts like he wants to arrest Kaito but he never actually tries properly to do so.

Kaito is incredibly, thank you for pointing it out.

Kaito is really using Heiji's attraction to Kazuha against him XD But he can't fool Shinichi when he's dressed as Ran (Shinichi did show his attraction to KID when he was though, I remember when he tried to look at his thighs).

Kaito is having too much fun.

Shinichi has definitely known that Kaito is Kazuha since his arrival and did absolutely nothing to inform anyone about it. In fact, him trying to drop a hint to Heiji just comes across as him being jealous over Kaito clinging to him. Yes I'm delusional.

Look at this unimpressed face.

I forgot Komei is related to Scotch.

He's so annoyed.

I love taking screenshots of Kaito.

Awww, poor Shinichi thinks Heiji knows. You've underestimated how attracted Heiji is to Kazuha and how he wants to start a relationship with her that he's overlooking things because all he thinks about is confessing to her.

Kaito: THIS ISN'T THE DETECTIVE I WANT TO KISS.

And Shinichi still looks unimpressed. Jealous boy.

Shinichi: So you noticed the broker was suspicious, but not that your girlfriend was suspicious.

Shinichi knows his husband well and that we went to return it to the real owner. And he still looks incredibly annoyed about this whole heist. Probably because his husband was about to be kissed by a person who was not him.

Shinichi: he's doing a good thing but he almost kissed another man and I am not impressed.

We know baby.

[stxuxrniolochris]

fake dating p5- Chris Sturniolo

p1 p2 p3 p4

slow burn ( i think ), your both seniors(18), also i live in Ireland so idk how American like years in school works so just go with it, use of y/n, half based on to all the boys I’ve loved before but not really, highschool!chris

Summary ~~you both need to get peoples attention but you might just end up catching eachothers~~

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y/n pov

‘How do you tell your best friend you can’t keep fake dating him because you’re scared you’ve developed actual feelings for him and don’t want to just fake it anymore. You can’t. So you fake break up with them.’

Ever since this conversation with Chris he’s been begging me to keep going. I just couldn’t understand why he wanted to so bad. He got Amelias attention back so what’s the point? Every time I ask why he just shrugs it off and says “I need more time” - like what.

I walk into English and sit myself down beside Chris. He gives me a soft smile and kisses me on the cheek, my face heats up. I need to stop this before it gets too deep. I can’t ruin are friendship over having feelings for him when I know he doesn’t like me back.

I look up at ameila who’s sitting near the top of the class. My eyes trail to her ponytail. My face drops. The scrunchie I wear is everyday in her hair. The one I told him to keep safe. He gave to her. I feel his eyes on mine so I look back, he has a look of guilt in his face.

A few silent minutes pass by. “I’m sorry.” Chris whispers. “Huh” - he exhaled deeply. “I’m sorry I let her take your scrunchie.” Oh yea. That.

“You didn’t let her take it Chris, you gave it to her. And It’s fine I don’t care, it’s just a hair tie.” I sigh. We only share small talk the rest of the class.

-

It’s lunch and Chris finally decided we could go back to our friend’s table. I liked sitting alone with him but I also missed lunch with all my friends. We laughed the whole time. I’d forgotten about the whole ‘inlove with my best friend’ thing. Honestly I I barely talked to Chris the rest of the day.

-

Chris pov

I just got home and I can’t stop thinking about the look on y/ns face when she saw the scrunchie. I feel terrible, i totally forgot she had taken it at the party. She said it’s fine but I know she loves the little things so I knew this was big to her. I get off my bed and walk to matts room, knowing he would have a better idea of what to do than me.

“Come in.” Matt shouts after me knocking on his door for like 5 minutes straight. “What’s up?” He looks up from his game he was playing at his desk. I invite myself to sit on his bed and plop myself down. “I don’t really know.” I admit. “Well then I can’t really help you.” He shrugs. I sigh, “Well it’s y/n. I mean it’s not her it’s me. It’s all just confusing me lately, like I was so sure it’s Amelia who I wanted but the more time I spend with y/n the more I think it might be her. But I can’t say that because I can’t lose are friendship. And she keeps trying to stop the fake dating thing but I can’t go back to being just friends with her. I’ll go insane. And now I’m pretty sure she’s mad at me because i accidentally let Ams take her favourite scrunchie and she barely talked to me after it . And don’t get me wrong I care about Amelia so much still but y/n makes me happy I feel excited to see her, you know?” I rant, telling Matt but also half telling myself.

He just looks at me with raised eyebrows. “Say something please.” I say nervous of how he’s reacting. “Well…” he starts. “I kind of knew you atleast liked y/n like that a little bit, but I think you need to just be honest. You can’t string her along because you’re scared of just being friends with her. And you too are close, even if she doesn’t feel the same you’ll find a way out of it. But she deserves to know, and get her scrunchie back.” He says. I nod slowly. Maybe I should tell her. “But what if she gets weirded out and thinks I’m a creep.” I ask genuinely, but Matt laughs at it. “Chris cmon you’re not a random guy, you’re bestfriends.”

I walk out the house 10 minutes after this. He’s right I need to tell y/n. I’m going in the direction of y/ns house, but I need to do things right. So I take a slight detour before going to her house.

I’m stood in front of Amelia’s house. I take a deep breath before raising my hand to knock on the door. After a few moments she opens the door. “Chris?” She asked confused. I’m silent for a moment not knowing how to go about this. “What your here to beg for me back?” She smirks. My jaw clenches at her cockiness. “No actually… I wanted to come here to say that it’s completely done. I know we’ve been broken up for a while but we can’t keep texting or calling or talking in school. I’m really done with this now.” I explain. She lifts an eyebrow. “Come on Chris it’s fine.” She smiles putting a hand on my shoulder. But I step back letting it fall. “No it’s not. I really like y/n and I’m not going to ruin that. Now give me her hair tie back.” I say with a blank face. She scoffs “If you say so.” And takes the scrunchie out of she hair and handing it to me. “Bye Ameila.” I say and walking away.

People always say that getting over your first love is the hardest. So I thought Amelia would be hard to let go, but I’m realising that y/n was my first love in a way. I loved her first. I was never in a relationship with her, but I loved her first.

Now I’m stood outside my best friends house on Friday night, not knowing what’s about to go down. I take a deep breath, maybe 2 or 3 before knocking on the door. Nervous.

After a short moment she opens it. “Chris?” This is it. I’m telling my best friend I’m in love with them. I’m telling y/n I’m in love with her.

a/n: bit of a cliff hanger sorry