#cause the way it is now it feels so out of the blue like you joined my party yesterday why are you already trynna fuck

[stonerfromlesbos]

✦ all mine. | billie eilish

✦ warnings: strap usage (r!receving), breeding kink, cheating (r! has a boyfriend), !fuckboy billie, hair pulling, rough sex, !brat reader, !brat tamer billie, choking, spanking…

✦ summary: you had an new cute bf, he was awesome… but what you could do when you’re horny and all you can think about is how you miss the roughness of your ex fling?

✦ heavily inspired by ‘if you’re gonna lie, do it in my bed’ by @drunkinyourbenz

it was known that billie was no good for you, all your friends hated her… but you couldn’t help but come back everytime. she was a bitch? yes, but she fucked you like no one else.

you would always come back to her, until she started lying, you fucking hated it. she could fuck millions of girls, but you would rather hear the truth then her bullshit lies. what she thought of you? she’s really that sure that you will believe that shit? that you are that dumb?

well, you got tired of it, and you moved on. you’re dating an awesome man, who would always put you in first place and treated you like an princess… too much to be honest.

you would touch yourself remembering all the things billie used to do with you, the way she fucked you like you were her fucking toy, she was the type of rough you always needed. her voice calling you an ‘needy slut’ would soak your underwear by itself.

he was incredible, but not the way you needed him to be. he was always afraid of hurting you, literally the opposite of billie. she would spank you for hours just to slam her fake cock on your walls after.

you didn’t wanted to admit how much you missed her, and how you missed the way she fucked you.

your boyfriend wasn’t in your apartment tonight and it was 10pm, so you decided to stalk billie’s snapchat because why not? well, you were seeing each story until you saw one picture of her in the mirror.. she was wearing an tank top and some baggy jeans, you could clearly see the bulge of her strap in her pants. you clicked accidentally in ‘reply’

your heart started racing as you dropped your phone with your shaky hands… when you grabbed it off the ground you stare the message on your screen ‘reply sent.’

you tried to delete it because you literally texted her ‘w 29:!2@’

but she had seen it, maybe she was staring at her chats? because it was damn too fast. You could feel your heart racing as she started typing…

“stalkin’ me, huh? ru missing me babe?”

you could see her damn cocky smirk across the screen, you were truly fucked.

“no, i have a boyfriend, stop that.”

she had seen your message, after more than 15 minutes you stopped waiting for a reply, until she sent you a video.

she had recorded a tiktok with the same outfit she was wearing in the picture, but now showing her face… and what a fucking beautiful face.

you started to pay attention to the lyrics of the song she was lip syncing and it made you blush heavily.

“You like the way I fuck 'cause I get rough”

“You told me your new man don't make you nut”

“that's a damn shame.”

“You come here, I'll knock your pussy out the damn frame”

“come over.” thats all you could type, she quickly replied “omw.”

you could help but feel guilty for your poor boyfriend, but you needed to fuck, needed to fuck with someone who knew how to fuck you.

You heard her knocking on your door, as you quickly rush to open it for her. You were wearing an baby tee that you knew she loved, with some baggy sweatpants. you opened the door for her, eyeing her up and down.

“hey” she says entering your apartment, and looking at the new things you and your boyfriend had bought.

“hi…” you speak almost quietly as she turns around to stare at you with her hungry blue eyes.

“i still don’t get why you ghosted me just to call me back months after.” she says in a cocky tone, smirking as she stared at you.

“because you’re a fuckin’ liar, i hate that” her gaze on you was more than intense, as she softly giggled.

“you really do? why you asked me to come over then?” she said smirking and getting closer to you.

“to fuck me, thats all you can do apparently.” you say with a raspy tone, slightly teasing her but keeping your composure.

“are you sure? because i think all you can do is beg for me to fuck you… don’t you feel bad about your boyfriend?” she says with the same smirk in her face

“wow, you’re still the same bitch.” you start to lose control, trying to not think about your boyfriend.

“and you’re still the same needy slut.” she said with her smirk even bigger this time, you just grab her arm and lead her to your bedroom, tired of her bullshit

“shut the fuck up and do what you came here to do.” you say closing your bedroom door as she justs stares at you

“who tf you think you’re talkin’ to?” she always got pissed off when you told her to shut up, and you knew that damn well.

“should i be scared of you? you’re pathetic billie, you came to my house in less then 5 minutes after i ghosted you for months and im the needy slut?” you say with an cocky smirk on your face, giggling sarcastically

“stop actin’ like a fuckin’ brat.” she says taking a deep breath, she loved when you teased her, it just gave her an excuse to destroy you even more.

“or what?” you tease her more, wanting her to lose control and do what she does best, you could feel her getting closer to you and grabbing your neck with one hand while she stared at you with her half lided blue eyes, it honestly made your body shiver.

“shut the fuck up or i will make sure your cute boyfriend sees all the bruises im gonna let on you.” she wasn’t smirking anymore, she was being so fucking serious, you couldn’t help but do what she deeply wanted you to do.

“bet you can’t do that even if you wanted to.” as you says that billie’s eyes darkened, she slapped your face as her other hand was squeezing your neck even tighter. searching permission in your face, as you smirked and made her even more excited to ruin you.

“stop being a fuckin’ brat. on the bed, now.” she says letting go of your neck as you obediently sit on the corner of the bed. as she got in front of you, and you unbuckled her belt seeing the bulge of her strap as she stared at you. your eyes widened in fear as her pants were on the ground, it was an new one, much bigger than the one she had before.

“are you scared now babydoll?” she says chuckling with the same smirk on her face

“billie im not used to this big...” you said pathetically looking up at her with your dolly big eyes, knowing that after what you did, she would make sure to pound the shit out of you.

“you’re going to fuckin’ take what i give you, understand?” she says looking down at you. she lowered herself to grab an little pot with an white substance in it, quickly she holded her on strap putting it inside a hole on the tip of her cock… you quickly realized that it wasn’t an normal strap, it was the kind of that could cum.

“gon’ make such a mess of that pretty face of yours.” she says grabbing your hands and making an messy ponytail with her own hands, your hands started to go up to her hips as you looked at her with your puppy eyes.

“open up for me baby.. good girl” she says as you open your mouth for her faux cock. she starts quickly to pound your throat as your both hands are on her hips, trying to push her away as you just gag on it.

“fuckin’ take it, i dont care if its too big.” her pace even speeds as you’re almost throwing up, she slow down, letting you do the job instead.. she was gently caressing your hair as you were sucking her cock… she suddenly take it out your mouth, you just stare at her with an confused face.

“put your tongue out and look at me.” she says grabbing her faux cock and pressing an little button on the bottom of the strap.. quickly her strap started to gush loads of cum on your face, you couldn’t help but smile still with your tongue out, staring deeply at her eyes.

“such a slut, do you enjoy having my cum all over you huh?” you nod your head as she gaves you another slap on the cheek “swallow it and answer me.” you quickly swallow all of her liquid that was on your mouth.

“i do..” you look up at her, wiping the sticky liquid off your face with your own mattress getting up from the corner of the bed as she looks at you confused. you took her belt that was on the floor, with it on your hands you go towards her again.

“what you’re doing?” she says with an smirk as her hands go down on both of your sides grabbing your hips tightly, pulling you closer to her.

“let me have some fun rn, okay?” you say grabbing both of her wrists, tying it up on her back as you pushed her to lay on the bed.

“god i missed you so much.” billie says as you start striping your clothes off, you were left only in panties as you crawl towards her, straddling her sides and feeling the pressure of her strap against your clothed dripping clothed cunt.

“i missed you more.” you say starting to grind on her cock, rubbing it against your throbbing clit.

“fuckin’ sit on it.” she demands but you laugh on her face.

“needy are we?” you say in a mocking tone, you knew she was fucking pissed with you and it was a damn privilege that she let you take control for even an minute after all you said. billie was experienced in this, and she untied herself with no effort.

“i was going to let you fuckin’ ride me, but you need to be a brat all the time… so you will be fucked like a brat.” she switched your places quickly, she got off the bed adjusting her strap.

“face down, ass up.” that was her favorite position, and you fucking loved it too. you quickly obey her, grabbing the sheets in antecipation.

“what an fucking pathetic slut, minutes ago you were teasing me now you’re afraid?” she giggles mocking you as billie put your underwear to the side, slamming her cock inside of you without any warning, you were left with your mouth open and your eyes rolling back as she started to pound your poor pussy.

your face is buried in the sheets by now, as your moans turns almost into screams of pleasure. she pounded you roughly as she played with your clit… and with the other hand, she would spank the shit out of your ass.

“can’t tease me now, huh? pathetic slut.”

she said as the hand who was smacking your ass goes up to grab a fistful of hair, pulling your head back.

“fucking tell me what you’re.” her pace speeded up even more, she wanted to make even more hard to you to answer.

“i-im’ a pa- mhm.. pathetic s-slut mh~” her hand goes down to your neck as she starts to pound you even deeper, her fingers on your chin as you try to suck in it, but you couldn’t let your mouth closed when she was fucking you that good.

you were getting close, and she could feel your walls tightening around her cock.

“cum.” she says with an raspy demanding voice, as you reached the edge. your legs were shaking as she pounded you in a slow pace, letting you ride through your orgasm.

“lay on the bed babe.” she says with an more soft voice, contrasting with the way she was treating you before. you lay on the bed with your stomach up as she climbs on top of you, putting your leg on her shoulder.. and after that you knew that this night was going to be long. she was going deep and slow low, taking her time to hit your g spot.

“gonna’ cum inside of you and make you a fuckin’ mama.” she says looking deeply at your eyes as you push her into an kiss, the kiss was needy and slow. while her tongue was exploring your mouth, her pace speeded up making you moan in the middle of the kiss.

“mhm fuckin’ f-fill me up… p-please.” it was all she needed to hear, she pounded into you roughly and deep, as one of her hands were on your neck, choking you.

she quickly decided to give some attention to your poor tits, billie sucked on your nipples while she was still pounding your pussy.

“gonna fill you up until your tits spill milk, mamas’” she says getting breathless, pouding you in an pace that you thought was impossible to achieve.

“bet your boyfriend can’t get you like this mamas’… gonna fuckin’ steal you from him and make you my baby mama.” she says looking at your eyes and seeing them rolling back as she continues to hit your g spot with no mercy.

“u’ close mamas?” she asked you grabbing your tits and pounding you even faster.

“mh- c-c-close mhm~” you couldn’t even think, she was fucking your brains out.

“you get so dumb on my cock” she said smirking as your walls tightened against her faux cock, her pace slowed down as you rided though your orgasm.

her hand gone down your tits to her own strap, pressing the same button before. and quickly gushing her cum inside of you, she pounded on you a few more times before pulling it out. billie took a moment to stare at your cunt dripping her cum from inside, she smirked proudly.

“you’re so pretty when i fuck your brains out of u.” she says caressing your left cheek and laying on your side on the bed.

you instantly lay on her chest waiting for her to wrap her arms around you.. but she doesn’t do that, she gets off the bed instead. you stared at her with confusion.

“break up with him and after that we can cuddle.” she says taking her pants and belt, putting it on again as she brushes her hair with her fingers, she puts her shoes on and starts to make her way out your room.

“if he asks about all these bruises, tell him who fuck you like you deserve.” she winked at you smirking cockily as she leaves your bedroom, making her way out your apartment. you quickly realized that you were literally all bruised.

“fuck.”

HOPE YALL LIKE THIS..

yes i couldn’t decide and did both of them

[taesansbeloved]

ME OR THE PS5?

Synopsis: when you ask them, 'me or the ps5?' warnings 🚨 fluff, skinship, petnames, angst if you squint your eyes, and kissing. Not proofread 👍🏻

(Ot7)

Nova notes: HIHI 👋 so this was this request! Thank you so much for the request! More posts coming soon! (I have exams please wait a bit) love yall 💕

Heeseung (희승)

"Babe, me or the ps5?" You asked, blocking Heeseung's vision of the TV. "Honey, move away please." He asks gently, not hearing your question. You huff as you move closer to him and sit on his lap, making him naturally snake his hands around you. "What is it, darling?" He asks you, still playing but not with much focus. "I asked, me or the ps5?" You repeated, a little irritated. Heeseung paused the game as he set the controller down. He looked at you with the most gentle eyes you've ever seen and strokes your hair gently, "you ofcourse. What kind of question is that?" He asked, voice low with an adoration tone that makes your heart skip a beat. "It's just... your always playing your games, it's like the games are your girlfriend not me." You explained your feelings as you feel Heeseung's hands tighten around you the more you speak. "Baby, I didn't know that, and I'm very sorry I made you feel that way... How about I make it up to you?" He says with soft eyes, taking in your pouting figure. "How?" You look up at him with big doe eyes that Heeseung has to take a moment before speaking again. "Tomorrow we're gonna have a date. Anywhere you want." He explains as you sit up straight on his lap, but now, with sparkling eyes. You nod quickly making Heeseung stifle an 'aw'.

Jay (정성)

Jay was in the kitchen, cooking dinner and you were on the living room couch scrolling through tiktok. You came across a video of somebody dancing to the song 'ps5' and decided to ask the question to your unaware boyfriend. You trudged your way to the kitchen and stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. "Carful, love. The pots hot." He said, the sound of a smile evident in his voice while stirring whatever was in the pot. "Me or the ps5?" You asked out of the blue, causing the boy to chuckle. "Been scrolling too much on tiktok?" He said with a teasing tone. You looked at the side of his face with wide eyes. "You know that song?" You whined, sad about your failed attempt. He nodded while turning off the stove and turning towards you to give you his full attention. "Just to ease your mind, I'd always choose you, my love." He whispered as he looked at you with adoration. With a giggle, you hide your face into his broad chest feeling it vibrate with the sound of his deep laughs. He kissed the crown of your head before swaying you side by side, the food completely forgotten.

Jake (재윤)

"Love, me or the ps5?" You asked Jake who was extremely engrossed in the video game he's playing on the TV right now. "Hm?" He clearly did not hear your question making you huff and move closer. "Me, your girlfriend, or the ps5, a non-living object?" You specified as Jake turned to you slightly with a cheeky smile. "Baby, what kind of question is that?" He chuckled, still playing his game but his focus on you. "Just wanted to make sure." You said, not quiet satisfied with the answer. Jake lost the game on purpose and turned to you, who was subconsciously pouting. "Baby, I said you, why are you sad now?" He spoke in a soft tone, pulling you in his arms. "Oh, don't mind me, my period is in three days. This is just dramatic me." You explained, melting in his arms. Jake nodded as he rested his head above yours. "Well, I would always choose you, baby. No matter what." He spoke, voice low and filled with love. "Even more than layla?" You tested. "I'll think about it" He whispered making you both burst into laughter.

Sunghoon (성훈)

Eyeing your boyfriend who was sat infront of the PC screen, playing a violent game with Heeseung and Ni-ki. You huffed and puffed trying to get his attention but it clearly came to no use. So you opted for gaining it yourself. You pulled out your phone and texted him 'me or the ps5?' And hit send. You can see Sunghoon's phone light up, indicating a message. He glanced at it and picked it up, eyes and focus still on the game. He quickly glanced at the message and furrowed his eyebrows. He looked back at you with the same expression. He muted his mic before speaking, "Baby, why are you texting me, I'm right here?" He asked as you smiled sheepishly. "Well, I tried, you just couldn't hear me.... what's your answer?" You gestured to the phone that is abandoned by sunghoon on his hand. "You. Always you." He said, still a tad confused, "come here." He said as you got off the bed with a sigh. You stood in between his legs and waited. "What did you think I was gonna choose?" He asked, looking up at you with his chin rested on your stomach. "Me." You said confidently making him crack a smile. Before Sunghoon could reply, you both can hear shouts from Heeseung and Ni-ki cursing out Sunghoon because he made then lose.

Sunoo (수누)

"Baby, can I ask you a question?" You asked your boyfriend who was playing games on his phone. "Me or video games?" You asked, eyes hopeful. Sunoo paused his game and looked at you with narrowed eyes. "Is this a test?" He says, a small smile betraying his him. You shook your head. "Well.. you ofcourse. You're my girlfriend and I love you." He said and you can see it in his eyes. "Really?" You asked with a stupid smile. "Ofcourse." He exclaimed as he set his phone down and pulled you close to him. "I'd choose you any day, everyday." He whispered, softly kissing your temple. "Wanna go do our skincare together?" He asked after moments of silence. "Later. Let's just stay here for a while." You answered, not wanting to leave his warm embrace. He nodded as he pulled you closer, if that was even possible.

Jungwon (정원)

You were sat on Jungwon's lap while he was playing video games on his ps5. You were on the brink of sleep when a question popped in your head. "Hey, jungwon?" You whispered. He hummed, giving you most of his attention. "Me or the ps5?" You asked making him chuckle. "You ofcourse, darling. The ps5 doesn't even come close." He whispered back, kissing the nape of your neck lovingly. "Just making sure." You relaxed, even more, in his embrace. "Making sure of what, baby? I'd choose you over anything." He said looking at you with heart eyes making you hide your red face in the crook of his neck.

Ni-ki (니키)

Ni-ki was at his usual spot, on his gaming chair playing his games. Can't find him? Look in your shared bedroom, you'll find him there, eyes glued to the screen. "Ni-ki, quick question." You said, standing behind him with your arms wrapped around his shoulders. He hummed as a gesture for you to continue. "Me or the ps5?" You asked see the his smirk slowly making its appearance. "The ps5." He whispered so low you almost missed it. "What was that?" You asked, knowing he was just doing his daily teasing on you. "You, baby. Always you." He said with a chuckle, looking up at you with sparkling eyes. "That's what I thought." You said making him burst out laughing

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[deathbyday]

-'⁠🫧*⁠.⁠✧ MOUTHWASHING ✧.⁠*⁠🫧'⁠ -

P5

“How could we end up here…?”

Daisuke x implied F!Reader

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Written By: DeathByDay

(Also written on Mobile)

2 MONTHS AFTER THE CRASH

(continued)

You stared in shock at the sight in front of you. Jimmy had opened one of the shipping boxes, hoping for something useful. You were all disappointed after he flipped the flaps to reveal mouthwash.

“It’s.. this is..” Jimmy muttered softly, at a loss for words. “Mouthwash?” Anya finished for him, her voice squeaky, sounding like she was about to cry. “Is this the only thing in here?” You whispered through the tense air, let down by what the boxes contained.

“Un-fucking-believable.” Swansea murmured, ignoring your question. You couldn’t blame him though. You probably would’ve ignored yourself as well, due to the shock. “There’s gotta be an ocean of the stuff in here! This room looks freaking endless!” Daisuke exclaimed, waving his arms around.

“This is what they’d have six people hauling for over a year?” Jimmy asked. Daisuke and Swansea looked up towards him while you and Anya continued staring down at the liquid. “All of this.. for mouthwash?!” He shouted, getting frustrated.

“The sugar content probably offsets any potential as a disinfectant.” Anya said, looking at the back of the bottle. “Disinfectant? What are you.. let me see that!” Swansea snatched the item out of her hand, taking a look at it himself.

He stayed silent for a moment, taking his time to read it. “14% Ethanol!” He laughed, causing Daisuke to turn to him and chuckle awkwardly. “I suppose we’ll smell good at least?” He tilted his head in confusion, not understanding why the older male was grinning.

“That’s right, kiddo! You can bet your ass on that.” The older man nodded, a smirk replacing his usual frown. “W-What are you doing?!” Anya worriedly asked, hands shaking. “Stop that!” She demanded.

Swansea took the cap off the bottle before drinking the mouthwash, causing you to softly gasp. “Whew! Ohh.. shut up. I’m just an old codger taking care of his dental hygiene.” He excused. You press your lips together, brows creasing.

“You hear that? That’s the sound of 15 years of sobriety popping like a cyst. A glorious, magnificent, red hot cyst!” Swansea shouted before cheering for Captain Curly, pumping the mouthwash into the air.

“Doesn’t that burn your throat?” You asked him, eyes squinting. He chuckled before nodding slowly, already feeling the kick of the blue liquid. “Guess anyone could get seriously blasted off of this stuff.” Daisuke muttered, staring at Swansea.

“Yeah, and kill you in the process.” Jimmy added. You kept your hand on your forearm, feeling nothing but concern for the drunken man by you. You looked towards Jimmy, your face filled with curiosity.

“Could it really kill someone? Just from drinking mouthwash?” Your brows furrowed. Jimmy nodded. “Yeah, it could.” He confirmed.

“This can’t be real.. I-.. there’s no way.” Anya held her face in the palm of her hands, voice muffled by them. “Now we can go out in style!” Swansea joked before turning his head towards the boy beside you.

“Daisuke..” He sang. “Come here! Anyone ever teach you how to drink like a man?” He asked, raising the mouthwash from his hand, handing it towards the young brunette.

You couldn’t help but watch, knowing that if you tried to do anything, you’d just be labeled as a “loser” or a “party pooper” by Swansea. So, you stayed silent, not trying anything to ruin their small bonding time.

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6 DAYS BEFORE THE CRASH

You, Swansea, Jimmy, Daisuke and Anya stood in front of the main lounge door, waiting for the captain to arrive and be surprised. You all had on party hats, yours being yellow with red spots around it.

A smile was plastered on your face, excited to do your first surprise-birthday. Swansea had informed you that every year, they do these surprises for one person per trip. You were quickly on board, happy to help set everything up.

Suddenly, the automatic door opened, revealing the blonde. The five of you started clapping as he stepped through the door. “Surprise!” Jimmy chuckled as everyone calmed down.

“Suuurpriiusee!” Daisuke shouted, a dorky grin running along his mouth. “Look at your face!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air, almost smacking you in the face. “Gotcha!” Anya chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Did we get you?” You asked, tilting your head as you held your hands behind your back. Curly’s face already answered your question. “Cheers.” Swansea mutters behind you, his hands on his hips.

“Wow..” Curly murmured. “What’s the.. uh.. occasion?” He asked, his facial expression still slightly shocked. “We only get one communal birthday party per trip, right? So we can have it whenever.” Anya explained, a small smile glazing her lips.

“Only one person can really be surprise birthday’ed per trip. We did Swansea last hall, remember?” Jimmy reminded, causing Daisuke to turn towards him, his mouth open in disbelief.

“No way. I can’t believe I missed that!” He pouted as Jimmy ignored him. “You were next on the list. So, congratulations.” He continued.

“Hate to say it though, your duties have to extend to even your own birthday party.” He hesitated, chuckling. On the fridge, there’s a recipe notebook for food and beverages. Sadly enough, the cake in the book has a code to make it. And the only one who has the code scanner is the captain.

“You’re the only one with clearance to make the cake.” Anya disappointingly said, her voice soft before raising again. “The recipe is there by the machine. Hop to it, captain!” She smiled.

Curly chuckled lowly before stepping to the side and walking towards the fridge. Grabbing the code scanner, he flipped to the page the code was on before scanning it.

2341

He quickly memorized it and stepped over to the food dispenser, sweetener in hand. He set it in the machine, pushing the buttons. After a few quick seconds, it was done. He grabbed it from the dispenser before rushing to finish it, placing it in the machine and making the cake.

After only a short while, he was done. The five of you quickly sat down, ready to eat. Curly grabbed the cake and walked to the table, setting it down in the middle of you all. He then sat on the end of the table, Jimmy across from him.

“You gotta make a speech.” Daisuke started, getting hyper once again. “Speech, speech, speech!” He chanted, pumping his fists into the air. You chuckled at his actions, your mouth watering at the sight of the cake in front of you. “Go on!” Anya encouraged. Curly hesitated for a moment, causing Jimmy to interfere.

“Hey.. what’s wrong?” He asked, his brows furrowing. Curly sighed before explaining that Pony Express finally shut down, and that this would be the crews final mission together. You glanced at him, brows creasing as you felt your heartbeat get faster.

“We’ll still be paid, right? They can’t just.. send us into space and expect us not to get a paycheck, can they?” You muttered, feeing your leg bounce with anxiety.

Curly turned his head towards you, confidently nodding. “Of course. We will receive the paycheck for this delivery. I don’t know anymore than that.” He stated.

“Pony Express finally kicking the bucket, huh?” Swansea mumbled. “What a joke. And we’re the punchline.” Anya felt tears in her eyes and didn’t try to keep them in. She placed her hand to her mouth, voice muffled. “I don’t have any savings. The can’t do this.. there’s no way!” She sniffled.

“Pony Express was one of the last manned crew freighter companies. The writings been on the wall for a long time.” Swansea explained before Jimmy started getting upset, surprising nobody. “When did they tell you?” He demanded, his voice low.

“Earlier this week. I was instructed to wait until we’re closer to the haul destination, but I can’t keep something like this from you all.” Curly didn’t hesitate to reply, remaining calm as he spoke. You couldn’t say the same for Jimmy, though.

“So I guess you got what you wanted. Without the guilt.” He whispered, almost growling. “Jim.. if I had known-..” The captain gets cut off as the brunette continued. You watched carefully between the two men, not wanting it to escalate.

Suddenly, Jimmy went around the table, exposing everyone’s struggles. “Anya never got into medical school because she’s, well, let’s be real.” He trailed off before turning to Swansea. “And how many employment years Swansea got left in him?” He asked.

“Y/N’s only in this because they need the money for a new place to stay, so they’re screwed.” You glanced down at your empty plate, feeling tears prick out of the corner of your eyes. “Daisuke will be fine, mommy and daddy have him covered, so there’s that at least.”

Jimmy then stared at Curly, his eyes filled with hatred. “But you.. headed for bigger and better, right?” He asked. “I’m just.. I’m just working on my life being a place I don’t have to fucking escape!” He shouted, losing his patience. “That’s what I was trying to tell you, nothing m-..” Jimmy cut him off by slamming his hands down on the table.

“We’re the ones you’re trying to escape!” He yelled back, motioning to the five of you. “Leave the dirt behind now that your boots are clean.” You bit back a sob, not wanting them to yell anymore. You swallowed before breathing out through your mouth, your breath shaking with fear.

Daisuke seemed to have noticed because he took his eyes off of the two men arguing and glanced at you, eyes filled with worry. He placed his hand on your head before guiding you to lay down on his shoulder. The two of you stayed silent, letting them fight it out. “Let’s have some fucking cake, hm?” Jimmy muttered, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms.

“Props to the twilight cruise of the Tulpar. Props to our captain and his new prospects.” He sarcastically said, sounding like he was about to lash out once again. Curly silently grabbed the knife and cut the first slice.

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2 MONTHS AFTER THE CRASH

You laid beside Daisuke in your own medical sleeping bag, holding his hand. Your makeshift beds were placed next to each other, leaving no space between the two of you. Jimmy was next to you two as well, his sleeping bag not too far away.

It made you a little uneasy knowing that he’d be sleeping next to you, but it calmed you down when Daisuke offered to put his bed next to yours.

Your eyes were closed, but you weren’t asleep like he was. You heard Jimmy grumble and stand up before walking out of the lounge area. You shuffled a little and opened your eyes, scooting closer to Daisuke. You kept his hand in yours as you stared at his features.

You yawn, a strange croaking sound coming from your mouth. You chuckle silently to yourself, making sure to keep quiet for your boyfriend lying beside you. You made a risky decision to touch him, trailing your fingers against his cheek.

You felt as if you’ve fallen in love all over again. His peaceful face still filled with energy, his brunette hair as dark as caramel. You didn’t understand how he could ever pick someone like you to be his partner.

Suddenly, he stirred in his sleep, causing you to softly gasp. You take your hand away in fear of him awakening. As you did so, he frowned. He shifted closer to you, his eyes still shut as he wrapped his arms around your torso, his face smushed into your neck, breathing in your scent.

You gently embraced him, your lips to his forehead. Your lips kiss his temple before settling down. You felt your eyelids become heavy, feeling at peace. You didn’t fight it, making you fall asleep tangled in his arms, his in yours.

Just before you fell into a deep slumber, you heard the lounge door open once again. You felt eyes on the back of your head, and you couldn’t help but glance behind you. There stood Jimmy, a grim expression written on his face.

You didn’t say anything and lowered your head onto the thin pillow once again, supporting Daisuke’s head by resting your hand on his hair. You finally reached the edge of slumber, your body going limp as soft snores come from your mouth.

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authors note

suddenly feeling the urge to just kill off reader for angst.. yeahh I won’t though😭😭 I couldn’t do that to yall <33 (maybe someday.. but not now 🫶🏻)

anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!! part 6 will be up soon<3

[xoxochb]

— blank space ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

★ - “'cause we're young and we're reckless we'll take this way too far It'll leave you breathless, or with a nasty scar”

warnings: enemies not really to lovers more like enemies with benefits, forced marriage, regency era, implied past trysts, smut/hate sex at the end, swearing per usual, not proof read sorry pairing: husband! jason grace x wife! reader a/n: I’ve been reading pride and prejudice and it got me in a regency enemies to lovers mood so here we are 🤗

preposterous. that was the one word of choice to describe your marriage perfectly. it was utterly unfair— you had been minding your business and of course the only son of jupiter had to waltz in and bother you, knocking you “by accident” to the floor. when both your and his parents walked in and saw you two together they immediately declared the only way to stop your banters was to marry you two off

and they hadn’t lied, they hadn’t joked. two months later on the steps of olympus you and jason grace had been wedded under holy matrimony. it wasn’t a pleasant wedding either— though you would surely say that night you were entirely pleasured more than you would like to admit

today, you sit in your palace’s library, atop your cozy couch before a crackling fire. it was a serene moment, you’d finally found peace from your overbearing husband, unfortunately, he finds you soon after these thoughts enter your mind and your silence is ruined. jason watches you attentively as you yell at him for this, but his attention is less on your words but on your appearance. the sun has casted in incandescent glow upon your features, perfectly illuminating them, and your eyes— gods your eyes, so filled with frustration but he knew there was more behind them than that. and you’re hair, cascading like dominoes over your shoulders, and he hates to admit it but he can’t help but trail his eyes over your exposed cleavage

“are you even listening to me?” you ask. jason snaps out of his thoughts quickly at the tone of your voice

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“oh my gods” you slowly run your hands over your face to keep your composure “this is your problem, you never listen to me!”

jason chuckles lightly. “oh, I am listening. I just find it difficult to focus when your lips look so tempting”

you groan. “you are so… arrogant!”

“arrogant? or incredibly charming?” he suggests “but it’s not my fault you’re looking stunning today”

“oh— you are such an…” you find yourself at a loss for words, too angry to continue speaking

“such a what?”

“an ass!” you snap, closing your book atop your lap and standing up to leave. but to your dismay, jason traps you between the nearby wall and himself, placing his hands on your hips

“leave me alone, genius”

“and what do you…” he toys around with the fabric of your dress “plan to do to stop me”

“I will shove your head on a stick”

“ah— careful, my dear. If you continue speaking such vulgar ideas I’ll have to find a better use of that mouth of yours”

“you would not. I will not allow it” you attempt to escape his embrace but his grasp only grows tighter

“my dear wife, where do you think you’re going? I hope you’re not thinking of going to our shared bedroom… I find if we end up there you may never leave my touch”

you squint your eyes up at him. there was no word in the english dictionary you could find to describe your full frustration. instead, you part your dress— and feel around for your dagger strapped underneath your garter. you fail to realize a pair of electric blue eyes trailing over your now exposed skin. you hold the dagger up to jason’s chin in hopes he’ll take a hint to at last leave you alone

“do not make me use it. it would be a shame to have to destroy my beloved with such awful crimson liquid”

“put it down, darling” he takes the dagger from your hands, throwing it onto the floor somewhere within the room. suddenly, the moment is seeming too intimate for enemies. “that’s better. now, perhaps you’ll behave yourself after this little lesson we’ve had”

your glare only grows from where. “I most certainly will not”

“I suppose then, my sweet wife, I’ll have to teach you another lesson” jason trails a finger along your jaw, eliciting a shiver to run down your back. and his lips, oh gods, they’re almost attached with yours, if only he would move a centimeter

“how do you plan to do that?”

“I have a few ideas in mind,” you feel his hot breath against your skin, he moves to kiss your neck, and trails down to place another open-mouthed kiss over your pulse point “but I suppose they’re all to risqué to be said out loud”

“try me” you command, despite an utter flustered state. his hand had now traveled down to the exposed skin of your thigh, tracing circles upon it, and occasionally toying with the edge of your dress

“do you think you can handle them?”

“I do. please, share your thoughts, dear husband” you say sarcastically. his lips trail down to place fluttery pecks over the valley between your breasts

“firstly, I would take you to our bedroom and lock the door. then, I would take my sweet time with you. I would touch you until you desperately crave more of me”

“you think to highly in the clouds”

“do I?” his fingers begin to untie the strings of your dress, slowly sliding it down your shoulders at almost an antagonizing rate “or do I simply speak of what you wish for me to do to you?”

you respond with only silence. he guides you back to the couch you previously sit atop, sliding the remainders of your dress of beneath him

“you look beautiful, darling”

“you… are fucking terrible” you breathe out. but in response, jason only laughs and begins trailing his lips down your skin as his hands fumble with the clip of your bra so he can reach more of your skin. and finally, he gets it undone. you make no move to prevent him from sliding it down along your arms. you wish, however, that you could stop him— but you’re to eager to have him take you so you allow him to do whatever he pleases with the new (ish) found skin

you allow him to place his lips further down your body, that is until they now reach the edge of your underwear. he throws a glance up to your flushed face with a smirk before sliding those down your legs before, now, kissing your inner thighs simply teasing you. he knows for a fact that this will get a rise from you soon enough, perhaps make you regret pulling a dagger on him. but you keep your mouth shut— you know him all too well. in response he treats you the same, and without warning he begins swirling his tongue upon your clit, instantly eliciting a moan from your mouth. and he surely was not lying, he took his time savoring your sweetness

but after moments he picks up the pace, realizing this was not enough to put you in your place, and as you squirm, jason takes a tight grip of your thighs to keep you in place as his tongue continues to work you. you attempt to mutter coherent pleads for him to slow his pace but he doesn’t listen to a single mumbled word, in fact, his pace increases after each of your requests. your legs tremble as you attempt with everything in you to stop him but it appears nothing seems to work for only a moment until he backs away for a moment and murmurs a demand for you to hold on for a moment. you watch as he begins undressing himself now. panting, you wait for him to do something, anything. but he lifts himself to be face-to-face with you with such a sadistic facial expression, how you wish you were able to form a full adult sentence, you would’ve had your dagger shoved inside of him by now

you whisper, “I hate you” and though your statement holds false information, it holds just the same truth as ever

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breathe (paige x reader)

summary: paige has a panic attack and you’re there to support her through it and in the aftermath

content warnings: descriptions of a panic attack

inspired by this request!

“Paige, I’m gonna need you to calm down baby. You’re getting yourself flustered.” You try to pacify your girlfriend but she’s pacing around the room and you can see by the way her chest rises and falls at such a rapid pace, she’s hyperventilating.

This started about twenty minutes ago with Paige complaining of chest pains and feeling hot, since then it’s escalated out of control and she’s struggling to breathe.

“I-I think…I’m dying.” She gasps out in between ragged breaths.

“You’re not dying baby.” You comfort, placing your hand on her arm but she jumps at your touch and pulls away.

“My-my chest…I’m hav- having a heart attack.” Her voice is strained and her skin was cool and clammy under your touch.

“It’s not a heart attack Paige. I think you’re having a panic attack.” You say but she shakes her head, “Never had- never had one.” She stutters out and her hand goes up to her head, she looks dazed, as if she about to faint.

“Let’s sit down.” You say and you meant on the couch but Paige lowers herself down where she’s standing so she sat on the floor.

You crouch down in front of your girlfriend, you’ve never seen her like this, she was trembling and gasping for breaths, her hands held to her chest and you could see the fear in her eyes. Her pupils were so dilated, you couldn’t see any of the blue that usually shone and there was a glaze over them like the next time she blinked, tears would spill out.

“Paige, I need you to breathe.” You say softly, “Look at me and we’ll do it together.”

You’re sitting crossed legged opposite Paige now, she’s got her knees bent up to her chest, knuckles white with how tight she’s gripping them.

“Breathe in through your nose,” You say taking a deep inhale and holding it for a few seconds, “and out through your mouth.” You continue and exhale, trying your best to regulate Paiges breathing.

“In…and out.” You keep your voice calm and soft as you look into Paiges eyes, silently praying for this ordeal to be over for her. You hated seeing someone you loved in this state.

“You’re gonna get through this Paige, just keep breathing with me.” You urge her when she drops her head to her knees, “I can’t, I can’t-” She’s crying now and you so badly want to grab her and hold her but you know that’s not always the right thing to do. “You can baby, it’s OK. It’s OK, look at me.” You plead and she lifts her head slowly, her cheeks are wet with tears and she looks so vulnerable, your heart breaks.

You continue with the breathing exercises until Paige slowly starts to relax and her breaths are no longer gasps, “There you go. You’re coming out of it now. Well done, baby.” You praise, reaching your hand out to her and she grabs it and holds it tight, “I’m sorry.” She’s mumbles, tears still rolling down her face, voice hoarse and croaky. “Don’t ever be sorry, P.” You say, bringing her hand up to your lips and kissing it.

“Was that really a panic attack?” She asks quietly and you nod, “I think so.”

“I’ve never had one before.”

“They can just come on randomly. Nothing has to cause it. They’re scary but you’re through it now.” You tell her, wiping her tears with your sleeve, “How do you feel?”

“Weird. Exhausted. A bit embarrassed, I thought I was dying.” She admits and you’re glad she can be so open with you about how she’s feeling.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed by Paige, it’s not your fault. The main thing is, you got through it.”

“My heart is still racing.” She says pressing your hand to chest and you feel the rapid beating against your palm.

“Let’s lay down.” You offer and she stands up and lets you lead her to the couch.

You lay down on the soft cushions and tap your chest, inviting Paige to lay on top of you and she does. Her head on your chest, legs tangled together and you move your hand up to stroke her hair.

“Can you hear my heartbeat?” You ask her. “Yeah.” “Just focus on that. You’re OK now, you’re safe.”

“I’m glad you were here.” She sniffles and you press a kiss to her head, “I’ll always be here. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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a/n: this is so short i kinda hate it 😣 panic attacks can be so horrible, sending love to anyone who has experienced them 💗💋

[saltyskeletonkidpasta]

In all seriousness I'm so sorry to anyone who will be negatively affected by a tr*mp administration. I truly cant believe that hate won there is no way that many people saw and heard what that man was saying and thought "yeah the country needs that"...like ur actually fucking stupid. I've been watching from the uk and it blows my mind how he was allowed to even run in the first place or atleast not disqualified for the things he's said over the last couple of months like isulting his opponent, or the threats to Liz Cheney or threatening leftists with the national guard??

America you have let your women down. As if they hadn't lost enough (also if you're one of those "wOmEn fOr tRuMp" literally fuck you ur an insult to the women who fought so hard for you to be able to vote in the first place and now you used it to vote against ur own best interest) and to all the minorities I'm so sorry aswell. You deserve better.

As for the rest of the world we will be impacted aswell. He's already threatened to pull out of NATO which will affect us all and I think it's safe to assume Palestine will truly suffer even more horrifically than they already are. I'd think that goes for ukraine aswell. As for his views on climate change.. well that will affect us all aswell. America are already one of the biggest producers of polution now that idiot who thinks it's a host will most likely cause catastrophic and irreparable damage. The animals and nature have been let down too. I'm truly suprised he won I knew it would be close but I genuinly didnt expect it and not only did he win but Republicans took the house AND the Senate??? Now he has even more power than he did before bc a bunch of his "yes men" are in now...I'm just baffled there is no way that many ppl watched his disastrous campaign and thought "yh I want that" I mean that rally at maddison square garden reminded me of the nazi's...not to mention him undermining democracy, being a felon and convicted of SA oh and also the fact that most of his former cabinet refused to endorse him and said he was incompetent and dangerous...

Thoughts and prayers to all those who worked so hard for change and to not go back but will now be subjected to all the hatred he spreads. Kamala Harris you truly deserved so much better I really hope to see her run again but if not she can come to the UK to be our prime minister anytime I would happily vote for her!💙

I've learned so much about american politics over the last couple of months and have educated myself best I could and even tried to convince some ppl on social media to vote blue I feel defeated and like I could've tried to do more. Its upsetting for women everywhere that ppl really thought it's okay for that creep to be in office. I stand with you and I support you💙

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@604to647 EMILY THIS IS ME TO YOU RN AHHHH 💗💕🩷💖💘

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!

Also omg the blue jays VLADDY JR I LOVE HIM!!! 🥹 any fan of baseball no matter the team (as long as it’s not the Astr*s) gains an extra level in my heart - like we’re singing take me out for the ball game together now lol ⚾️

Oh gosh this reblog you’ve given me is a gift and I feel so honored and grateful 🥺

You saying I captures the dodgers spirit I can’t thank you enough for that & I’m getting way too emotional over it because I’m so lame 😭

And YES!! What you said about Frankie I agree so MUCH YOU GET IT!! He’s such a shy sweetie but can kick into gear and thinks about his team so much & that to me just screamed catcher

Plus like what you said… competency kink AND mask kink I had to give it that us lol 👀

Your words really mean the world & I appreciate you so much for taking the time not just to read but write this out I feel like I’m the winning run that just scored 🥺🫶

THANK YOU AGAIN SO MUCH SWEET FRIEND YOU ARE JUST AS SHINING AND WONDERFUL AS RHE WORLD SERIES TROPHY ESPECIALLY CAUSE YOU’re ONE IN A MILLION (sorry i had too lol) 🩷💕

Also… I’m sliding Baseball Joel over your way 👀 LOL

game changer (national league)

MLB catcher!Frankie Morales x F!Reader

summary: it’s your boyfriend’s first big game on his new team & you can’t wait to see what fun the match holds for you and your favorite player

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, baseball AU, light use of gendered language, good cozy fluff, lovesick & sweet!Frankie, competency kink, smutty thoughts, spicy themes, light mask & outfit kink, car sex, heavy making out, oral (f receiving), allusion to p in v, eventual!husband Frankie, lots of baseball talk

word count: 2.9k

a/n: yeah didn’t think I’d ever make a new baseball story for another Pedro boy but I’m on that World Series championship celebration high so here we are LMAO, thanks to @tonysopranosrobe my darling for always dealing with my sports ass (ily forever Han) & to @jolapeno for always being the best Frankie enabler i could ever scream with (I adore you Jo) - and to anyone who decides to read please know I appreciate you thank you so much ♡

This is Frankie’s first season catching as a Los Angeles Dodger. You thought he’d be playing for Miami until he eventually retired. But baseball is still a strange sport, an almost chaotic rush of chess at times with pieces switching all around.

“A team still wants me even when I’m about to turn thirty nine. So fuck, yeah I’ll take it.” Frankie had joked then, but you knew, even for his age, he’s considered one of the league’s best veteran players.

Then before the trade was finalized, Frankie sat you down and told you he might be moving to LA.

“This means…we really might not be seeing each other as often.” He muttered. “But I can maybe try to see if Tampa can be an option.”

He was willing to find a way to stay in Florida for you. Even though you were a bit heartbroken he was leaving, you couldn’t let him pass up on this amazing deal and new opportunity.

The gentle cooling California breeze now flutters all around. You won’t be able to make many trips out here often, but you wanted to at least be here for the first home game to support your favorite baseball player.

You first were introduced to Frankie at your best friend cookout. You had met her cousins Benny and his brother Will before. You were instead being introduced to all their friends, including the very handsome Santiago who insisted you call him Pope.

However, it was Frankie who stole your heart that day.

You and him had accidentally walked into each other, causing your drink to spill on him. Frantic, and so embarrassingly apologetic, you immediately went to wipe away your mess.

“I gotta admit… I’ve been trying to work up the confidence to talk to you. Guess the universe helped me out a bit.” Frankie had shyly said, and his words sent your heart fluttering.

It was an effortlessly sweet introduction after that, filled with easy small talk. When you asked what he did for work, Frankie explained he worked at the stadium for the Miami Marlins.

“Oh that’s cool!” You had said bright, but Benny just as bright yelled out -

“It’s cause he fucking plays there!”

Frankie had blushed furious, cussing angrily in Spanish at Benny. But what Benny said was true.

Frankie, very humbled and almost embarrassed, confirmed he did in fact play for the Marlins.

“But I’m just a water boy.” He added with a boyish grin.

“He’s a fucking liar! He’s one of the league’s best catchers!” Pope had then yelled proud.

You became friends with Frankie that day, but you also quickly learned about Francisco Morales.

Professional Major League Baseball player Francisco Morales.

That very first day you met Frankie your knowledge of baseball was bare bones.

Now, as his girlfriend, he jokes how hot it is hearing you talk about the game with him or anyone else.

It’s how you’re able to mingle with the others in the large friends and family suite for the team now. The food of course is delicious, and everyone warmly welcomes you. But you want to be by the action when the game starts.

You need to be near your guy.

Frankie’s job as a catcher has him sitting behind home plate.

A catcher is an intense position. They’re the one person during the game that has full eyes on the field. They alone protect home plate and sometimes call pitches for the pitcher to throw. The catcher is even argued to be the commander of the field. Catchers need to be solid, almost a rock like foundation for their team.

“I only started playing catcher in high school ‘cause our team’s catcher got suspended, and they needed someone, so I just did it.” Frankie had told you with a shrug.

To you though, Frankie seemed born to be a catcher.

Even as quietly warm and playful your Frankie can be, he holds a stead quiet diligence. Always watching, protective of those he cares for. He’s hardworking and incredibly resilient.

However, there was a joke you read about catchers being stubborn because what person willingly and stubbornly sits in the same position game after game. You can greatly agree to the hidden stubborn streak Frankie holds, like stubbornly telling you he was going to fix your ceiling fan and then getting pissy when you had Benny simply do it for you.

But stubborn or not, Frankie has been the most perfect and openly communicative partner. Even with the long distance between you and him, he has always been a phone call away. He even stepped away from a pregame warm up when you called him crying and upset.

Your heart tries not to burst just thinking about him.

Then you catch a glimpse of him sliding his protective mask on, and your throat gets dry.

The first time you went to a game and witnessed Frankie in full catcher mode, you almost didn’t think it was him. The mask covered his face most of the time and the gear almost made him seem bigger.

It’s been many games since that first match, yet he still takes your breath away.

The mask covers most of his face, but you can still catch peaks of him. It does something to you knowing it’s him beneath it.

Now he takes the field in his new lovely blue catcher’s gear.

The chest guard extenuates his broad shoulders and strong chest. And if you thought baseball pants did amazing things for men’s legs and butts, the catcher’s leg guards highlight Frankie’s gloriously thick thighs and study legs.

Pride absolutely courses through you watching him behind the plate and warming up with the dodger’s pitcher.

“Come on, catfish!” Someone from the crowd even yells his famous nickname, and your lips twitch fondly.

With your Morales jersey on, you cheer loud and exhilarated when the game starts.

Frankie is unwavering behind the plate, rarely letting any wild pitch get past him. He earns the love of his new team fast.

Especially when he goes up to bat.

The walk up song he picked to play in the stadium is Led Zeppelin’s Black Dog, and the crowd cheers electrified when it booms loud over the speakers.

As hot as Frankie looks in his catcher’s gear, seeing him in the base uniform, with his batter’s helmet on, working on his swing just amplifies the strength of his shoulder and amazing arms - you’re in awe of how absolutely gorgeous he is.

He ends up striking out, but you still cheer loud and with reassurance.

“Looking good, Morales!” You even scream, and you swear you see his lips twitch fighting a grin.

The Cardinals take the lead fast with two runs. The game becomes a slow claw to catch up. By the fifth the score hasn’t changed with St. Louis leading. But then the bats get hot and the dodgers manage to get on the board to tie.

The game heads to the bottom of the eight inning and the atmosphere dances electrified with the hope of a chance.

Eventually two players get on base with two outs, a very dangerous situation.

And Frankie goes up to bat.

You along with the rest of your section close by the field stand to cheer him and the rest of the team on.

This is a chance to score.

The first pitch comes too high.

The second speeds in, a sharp inside pitch that has Frankie swinging a strike.

It stings, but it’s a good swing. Plus there’s still time, more pitches. You reassuringly rally behind Frankie hoping just an inch of your words reach him among the buzz of the game.

The pitcher throws the next pitch, a wild breaking ball.

Frankie swings. The bat hits the ball with a rattling whack sending it zooming right along the first base line.

The stadium erupts wild. You scream watching Frankie run to first then watching a player run in, scoring the run. Francisco’s hit brought in the lead.

Your favorite player now on first base screams jubilant and punches the air elated.

The excitement of seeing Frankie bring the run in, seeing him so exuberant…it’s a moment coated in a glimmering confetti that cements into your soul.

The start of the ninth inning comes, and Frankie emerges behind the plate, your armored hero.

If the Dodgers manage to hold the Cardinals, they’ll win.

Each pitch, each play, has you on the edge of your seat.

At one point the batter for St. Louis hits a foul ball. Frankie flips off his mask, allowing for sight to catch the ball.

Of course the ball soared over the net into the stands unable for him to maybe catch it. But without his catcher mask on, you’re rewarded a glimpse of his gorgeous face.

Frankie’s traditional catcher’s helmet keeps his hair flat, hidden, but it highlights his strong features, that beautiful nose of his and his perfectly classic scruffy Frankie beard.

Then seeing him covered in sweat, your mind can’t help but flash to images of him in bed sweaty, his face blissed out and panting. Your mouth waters just thinking about your tongue dragging across his sweaty neck and tasting the salt of him-

You immediately snap yourself of the too heated thoughts when the crowd yells upset at a bad call.

With a runner on base now and two outs, the tension piles on as dread trickles in.

Soon enough the cardinal’s batter makes a solid hit. The ball gets fired up high in the air.

Then center field rushes in and catches the ball.

Game over.

Dodgers win.

The stadium overflows with excited pride, and you happily embrace the atmosphere in all its warmth.

You don’t move from your spot, too hypnotized by Frankie who beams with the brightest smile while he celebrates with his new teammates.

You feel prouder than ever to wear his jersey.

The third baseman's wife, who you clicked with earlier, brightly tells you to follow her so she can show you to the locker room. You readily go.

Excitement electrifies every inch of the place. Even though you feel slightly awkward being here for the first time, no one seems to pay you attention.

Until you hear someone shout your name.

When you turn to spot Frankie, he's in gear looking intimidating and sexy wearing his chest guard and protective leg gear. Heading down from the dugout, your catcher rushes over to you. Like a magnet, almost like sensing a tug at your soul, you instantly move towards him.

Frankie collides into you solid, all encompassing as he gathers you into your arms squeezing you tight.

“You need to get out of your gear, Morales!” You laugh.

“It’s fine. Bebita, you’re gonna have to keep coming to the games now. I’ve told ya, you’re my good luck charm.” Frankie’s voice sounds like the bright sun from today’s game still shines brilliantly in it.

You hug him back, spilling nothing but praise.

“You were amazing! I’m so proud of you!” You gush.

You’re already thinking of how to celebrate.

“Marry me.” Frankie says simply that you think you maybe misheard him.

“Frankie honey, what?” Curiosity has you about pulling away from his grasp. Instead Frankie clutches onto you even more.

He says your name. “I…fuck I don’t have the ring with me here, and I know just sprang this up but-“

“You wanna marry me?” Your voice wavers, cutting him off.

You and him have talked about the future, a tentative slow swim treading the possible waters. Frankie’s mentioned buying an apartment together. He’s made the joke, lightly teasing, about you one day becoming a baseball wife.

You had held onto all these small edges of hope. It now all unfurls beautifully overwhelming.

“Yeah baby, but only if you’ll have me.” Frankie nods, his voice thick as he finally draws back out of your arms to get down on one knee.

You wonder if this is a dream you’ve slipped into.

Asking this still in uniform is so Frankie, and your eyes spill over with tears. You nod yes, and your favorite baseball catcher springs to life bolting up to kiss you.

You forgot you’re still in a very open and public setting until all the gasps and excited claps fill the space.

Taking it all in stride you warmly laugh it off letting Frankie hold you close to his side. His eyes even shimmer, precious earth stones.

The evening feels soaked in joy like a beautiful watercolor dream.

You urge your favorite baseball player to go eat dinner with his team, celebrate. But he leans down to whisper in your ear -

“I wanna eat my fiancée’s pussy for dinner.”

Your knees almost give out that second.

Frankie and you barely make it to his truck before he’s drawing you into the backseat, clawing at you, frantically. And you’re just as bad.

You want him inside you. But as promised, Frankie maneuvers you to sit up for him to crawl between your legs. The position is cramped, but you could care less.

Your sweet Frankie, who normally loves to take his time, tear you apart with the most focused and patient ease, now is replaced by a man wild who grips your thighs so tight and laps at your clit messy. You come ridiculously fast on his skilled fingers and feverish tongue feasting on you.

You whine unbearably needy for him, can't go on anymore without him inside of you.

Frankie shifts to sit on the back seat and keep you close while you slide on top of his cock. His stretch in you rips a fire up your spine and you moan as your eyes close.

“Mi amor, my future wife.” Frankie’s voice fills the heated sweaty space with a gilded reverence, and you scramble to kiss him.

Your future husband.

You were slightly worrie about Frankie being tried from his game, but the way he frantically fucks up into you reminds you of a man compeltely possessed. His hands grab you as if he’s worried you’ll float away.

“God, I fucking love you…gonna marry you,” Frankie mumbles, pussy drunk.

You feel just as drunk and reborn as he does, melting into this love.

Your climax knocks you breathless, a blazing star, and Frankie is not far behind.

You don’t move off him and with the way his arms tighten around you, he’s alright with you staying simply close to him as possible.

“You said you had a ring?” You ask tentatively, running your fingers through his hair.

“Yeah,” Frankie chuckles. “Bought it the day after you face timed me about that cute dog you saw at the store.”

That was a year ago. Your heart feels like it’s blooming a new world right in your chest, and you curl closer into him.

“Thought about proposing to you when I picked you up at the airport yesterday, but you were so tired baby.” He softly says, his hands a warm cocoon around you.

“And today…fuck seeing you cheering in the stands, hearing you. It just got me to more.”

Curiously, you ask what he means.

Frankie, confident as he is on the field, is still so shy, especially now as he burrows his face into your shoulder.

“I mean…I just want to see you at every game. Wanna come home to you. Then just thinking about that, and seeing you wearing my jersey, maybe having it as your last name-”

You rush to kiss him quickly, overtaken by so much adoration and love for this man. The thought had come once, or twice, about being a Morales yourself. You even tell him that.

“Yeah, you ready to be mine officially?” His voice drops low and silky.

You nod moving to kiss his cheek, then rest your face against his.

A soft moment passes while his warm hands rub against every inch of you he can reach.

“Know it’s still early to even talk about wedding shit or living arrangements, but just wanna take care of you, that’s all.” Frankie says firm. “I’ve joked about it but… you could quit your job tomorrow, move out here this weekend, and I’d be fucking over the moon. But I also want you to have your own path too.”

You think of Frankie, your stable ever loving and giving Francisco. His heart shines beautiful right here, right now. It’s like a live wire dances on your skin. Everything still feels intense. Maybe the sensation and rawness of becoming engaged has your mind feeling deliciously fuzzy.

“Just want you Frankie, that’s all.” You breathe those words letting them sink past your bones.

You softly kiss him, love sick syrupy drunk again.

It’s a promise to talk about this more later, about the possibility of living among the California weather with your future husband, it’s a dream you want to soak in.

But it summons up another dream, a sticky hot desire that crawls its way up.

“You remember that fantasy I told you about?” So dazed and in love, your thoughts slip out.

Frankie groans clutching onto you tighter.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” he sighs. “Trying to fuck me in my gear, before a game.”

“Yeah but that was before when I was just your girlfriend.” You coo already feeling your body slowly roll against him.

“As your wife maybe I could-”

Frankie swiftly cuts you off, kissing you so fast that it rattles your bones, and it’s beautiful.

You laugh feeling like maybe you’re the one who truly won tonight.

[iamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

Insecure/Jealous Souya

Kill me now there is too much shit against me rn holy fuck

TW: misunderstandings, feelings being hurt, a little bit of smut not really detailed but it’s there

Insecure/Jealous Souya when you start hanging out with his brother more than him, since they’re twins and almost the same in all aspects outside of hair color, facial expressions and personality does that mean you prefer smiley more? Is he not worth it? Of course not you’re just hanging out with his brother so you can get him something since he’s been such a sweet baby boy! You come home to a very sad Souya whose trying to make dinner but can’t because he’s on the brink of tears and the blue devil is about to come out causing him to break everything cause he can’t control his strength. When Souya’s like this the best thing to do is to get him tired out and what better way to do that than with some nice hard but loving sex? Hours later (cause ain’t no way is 60 minutes enough for y’all) the sweet baby tired and cleaned out almost dozing off when you present the gift to him. Embarrassed he snuggles in your chest as far as possible to hide his red face once he realized why you were with his twin so much. But hey, at least he got a good fucking and a cute gift I count that as double wins!

[three--rings]

Started writing this last

I spent the six months before and the nine months after the 2016 election doing extensive activism, online like 16 hours a day compiling actions and protests and coordinating people.

And then I burned out hard, and quit, sick of everyone and everything in the left-leaning political sphere. Absolutely sick to death of the endless handwringing about which actions were actually good and which were problematic or ineffective and infighting over priorities and virtue signaling.

And I found refuge in Yuri on Ice fandom, which is when I started writing fic again for almost the first time in a decade.

And I look at the future here and I'm just so tired. Too tired to do that again. The world is so much worse now. Discourse is so much worse now. Politics has gone rancid. I'm too old, tired, and disabled to fight. And mostly I don't have hope like I used to.

I just feel like the most I can manage now is to maintain my own desire to keep living. I mean it's already the most I can do to keep us fed and our bills paid. I have a business I need to put more work on to bring in money cause see the cost of everything. I need to work on building strength so I can properly walk again.

You know? But I feel like I'm failing.

I'm already so, so tired of seeing posts about giving money to various (worthy!) charities as a way to do something, when I can't make it from paycheck to paycheck these days and cannot spare anything.

And I don't have transportation anywhere because I have a car that's needed repairs for almost a year now that I can't afford so I can't go and do anything. And yanno, it's gonna get WORSE for a long time before it gets better, now.

And I'm so tired of being so helpless and tired and I'm just that "man loses last little bit of hope he didn't even know he still had" meme. I didn't realize I had some optimism about my countrymen left but apparently I really did.

And I'm so so jealous of everyone I know in blue states. Who feel some comfort in where they are. I don't have any representatives to call! They hate me! They actively wish suffering on me and wish I would die! My neighbors are thrilled right now! My doctors will be celebrating again while I struggle to afford my care and I'll grimace and try to smile so I can continue living.

I don't know, I'm just...talking.

[the-fiction-witch]

Princess

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n (Gil-Galad's Daughrer) Rating - 18 + fingering/ pinv/ full sex/ princess/ squirting Word Count - 950

Elrond had been frustrated earlier in the day, when he was once more told he could not attend the council meeting, even if he was the High King’s Herald. Still, they denied him because of his birth. It disheartened him, but he knew there was little he could do to change the minds of the high elves.

But he had his own way of… dealing with such frustrations,

Y/n, The High King’s daughter. Was hidden secretly in Elronds room, her hands bound with silky elven rope around the wood of his bedpost. Pressing her body against the post and her fingers gripping into the intricate carvings. “Ughh! Uhhh…” She gasped out trying to stay quiet,

Elrond stood behind her, his body pressed up against her back, his hand had hitched up her blue and gold gown, bunching it up around her thighs and hips. His fingers buried inside her moving his index and middle finger in and out over and over making sure to be slow and gentle with her. His hand and her legs were soaked from her wetness dripping down after the almost hour he had been doing this to her.

“Ummmm! Ahhh!” She moaned her legs trembling and shaking, lust burning bright in her eyes

Elrond grinned wickedly, fingers buried deep inside her. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside her.

Y/n's breathy moans and wet sounds filled the room pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck yes, you're so tight,” Elrond growled in her ear kidding her neck a little,

Y/n writhed against the post, hips bucking wildly. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure, higher and higher in pitch as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside her. Biting her lip and arching her back so Elrond could rub his hard cock against her ass "Yes! Yes! Elrond please I'm close."

Elrond groaned at the feel of his rock hard cock rubbing against Y/n's ass, His fingers still buried deep inside her, he thrust them in and out rapidly, hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over, driving her wild with lust. “Cum all over my fingers, Princess,” Elrond panted. “I want to feel you on me.”

Y/n's Walls clenched around his fingers desperate for her orgasm.

Elrond roared in ecstasy as Y/n's walls clenched around his fingers, milking them as she gushed all over his hand. His cock twitched against her ass, precum leaking from the tip. He quickened his pace, fingerfucking her harder and faster as she quaked and shook around him. “Yes, cum all over my hand and fingers, my love!” Elrond growled savagely, fucking Y/n's soaked pussy as he chased his own release.

Y/n could hardly breathe, let alone form words. She screamed digging her nails into the groves of the bedpost as she came screaming his name and squirting all over his hand as she reached another orgasm,

Elrond bellowed in savage ecstasy as Y/n came all over his hand, he withdrew his fingers from Y/n's spent pussy, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. “you taste so sweet,” Elrond purred, grinning wickedly at Y/n. “Now it's my turn Princess. I'm gonna fuck that tight little pussy of yours until you can't walk straight,” he growled in her ear,

Y/n whimpered, already aching for more.

Elrond quickly unlaced his clothes and. He positioned himself behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling her back against him. “You want it, Princess?”

“Yes… yes…” she panted,

“I know you do,” Elrond growled, pressing the head of his cock against her puckered rosebud.

Y/n loudly moaned and arched her back for him,

Elrond grinned wickedly, his cock twitching at the sight of Y/n's ass, pouting and glistening with lube. He gently pushed against her pussy, feeling it give as he entered her, inch by inch. Elrond began to slowly thrust into Y/n, feeling her tight muscles gripping him like a vice. He reached around and pinched her clit, causing her to moan in pleasure and pain. “Yeah, nice and deep, such a good little princess,” Elrond grunted as he began pounding her pussy, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. He alternated between pinching her clit and spanking her ass cheeks hard, leaving red marks on her skin.

Y/n was writhing, lost in a haze of lust. Her moans and screams filled the room as Elrond fucked her, driving his cock in and out of her. "yes! Yes!" She screamed "Elrond! Ughh!"

Elrond groaned, as he felt the familiar tingle at the base of his spine. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Elrond growled, starting to pump his hips harder as he chased his release. “Look at you- uhh imagine your father saw you like this. With me. Begging for me and screaming for me. Humm whatever would he do to you princess.” he growled, “No worse then what I’m gonna do to you. Only difference is- You’re gonna love what I do to you.” Elrond grunted, “I'm gonna cum, princess,” Elrond growled against her lips, his cock twitching inside her.

“Yes! Just a little- Ahhhhh!” She screamed out reaching her third orgasm,

He felt her tighten around him, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she came, her juices coating him in her sweet nectar. Which brought him his own burying hilt deep inside her as he came. “Ughhh… fuck… umm… I love you so much Y/n.” He cooed in her ear peppering her neck and jaw with little kisses,

“I love you too Elrond,” she cooed turning her head back enough to kiss his lips softly and sweetly, “Again?” she pleaded,

“Humm…” He chuckled “come here, princess.” He growled untieing her hands and tossing her down on the bed. 

[phyx-m]

Beneath The Silk | True form Sukuna x Reader

🔗 Masterlist

Chapter 3: Sanctified To The Thing With The Pink Hair

Content warning: dismemberment, violence, death

🔗 Songs for this chapter:

Contender - Marriages Knelt - Mrs. Piss

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Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

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An hour into the ceremony, the rain refused to let up, lashing against the shrine and drowning all other sounds. You sit there silently, listening to it as you stare at Sukuna, who stares back at you in silence.

Both of you, just staring.

When you first entered the room for the ceremony and approached him, it seemed as though he saw you for the first time. Without makeup painting your face and without your hair done intricately, his four eyes did something unexpected—they stopped scrutinizing and truly looked at you.

Much like he did in the forest—his eyes eating their way into you.

It was unnerving, too raw, too intense, not observing but dissecting, as if he really was considering devouring you.

Again, your instincts scream at you to run, but you can’t escape any of this. So, here you sit, forced to drown under those red pools.

You notice one of his lower eyes shifts, focusing intently on the bruise marring your skin.

It sits fat, purple, and swollen below your right eye. Subtle movements, like blinking or moving your mouth, cause a dull pain to radiate from it.

As Sukuna looks at it now, you can’t quite tell what he’s thinking; his expression is once again unreadable. When he last saw you, you didn’t have the contusion. Now that it’s there, you wonder if it exposes your father’s true feelings towards you. You worry that this might destroy the false sense of protection you've been relying on.

Sukuna’s eyes drop to your garment, and the corner of his mouth twitches.

Twin kimonos. The bastard has you matching with him.

The fact that you are dressed alike irritates you endlessly. It’s humiliating. Reminding you of the indignity of your situation. The only difference is that he wears a dark blue scarf around his neck and storm cloud-coloured hakama beneath his kimono, while yours seems ill-fitting in length.

Since he seems to be studying you so intently, you return the favour.

Your gaze falls on his posture, a stark contrast to his gaze. He sits casually, his arrogance understated in how he holds himself. His upper arms extend to the side, one knee bent, and one lower arm draped over it, fingers occasionally tapping. In contrast, you sit straight as a board on your heels, knees bent, and feet tucked underneath you.

As the ceremony drags on in a blur, you maintain a composed appearance, slapping on a mask to hide your emotions. But your mind is a tangled mess.

Fear stands out the most.

Fear of being left alone here. Fear for your sister. Fear of what Sukuna might do to you.

Lost in your thoughts, you absentmindedly worry your bottom lip, causing your bruise to twinge. The action catches Sukuna’s attention. His larger right eyes drop to fixate on your pursed mouth. A deep crease forms above his nose, eyebrow cutting inward—a clear sign of displeasure.

Oh, how you would love to tell him to fuck off with that look.

But you know better. Sukuna’s hand was curling around your throat the last time you spoke up.

Uraume moves between the two of you, breaking the spell of your thoughts.

It’s time to exchange sake cups and make this forced marriage official.

You swallow the lump in your throat as you lift your eyes to your sister, who sits with your father to your left.

Remember, this is for her.

Sukuna goes first, taking the cup offered by his attendant and downing it in one gulp. This isn't the traditional manner, but since it's Sukuna, he does whatever the hell he wants. Instead of passing the other three cups to you, he drinks them all himself. Then he stands up, grabs the bottle, and exits the room.

You've officially become the King of Curses’ wife.

Blinking a few times, you watch his back retreat through the sliding door.

Your sister rushes to your side, crowding close and blubbering soothing words.

You sit there with her as the room slowly empties. Your clan’s attendants and members have already moved to the next room. Your father, too, but not before giving you a knowing look.

“You’re married!” your sister chimes, her bright face close to yours, drawing your attention. “Although, your husband is…” Her words trail off as her eyes follow where he disappeared.

She doesn’t need to finish her words. You know what he is.

“How do you feel?” she continues, her gaze softening as she studies you with wide eyes.

You shrug. Numb is one way to describe it.

“Fine,” you say monotonously. She doesn’t believe you, and her lips clamp together. “I’m fine, really,” you repeat, adding a bit more warmth.

You grip her hands with your gloved ones and lean closer to her.

“Yuna, promise me you will stay out of trouble in my absence,” you say. It’s the only thing you can offer without revealing too much.

“When have I ever found myself in trouble?” she laughs, squeezing your hands. “You are the troublemaker.”

“Hm,” you hum.

You are uncertain how to interpret her remark, and your thoughts drift to your mother.

For the most part, you've always been an obedient daughter, not out of genuine compliance but to avoid your father’s particular animosity. You prefer to stay out of his line of fire. At least your sister has been spared from his cruel tendencies.

"I'll stay out of trouble. I can promise you that. Don’t worry about me," she smiles, squeezing your hands again.

You nod, body relaxing, and a smile slowly spreads across your face—something you haven't worn in some time.

Uraume reenters the room, approaches you both, and bows, catching you off guard.

"My Lady, it's time for the communal banquet," they announce.

My Lady, ugh.

It seems you have gained a new title.

You nod and rise to your feet with your sister.

“Thank you. We will go through.”

You follow Uraume out of the room, sister in tow.

Twisting and turning, eventually, you are brought before a towering double-leaf wooden door. Standing before it, a noxious feeling overwhelms you. It’s as if you instinctively recognize the room beyond.

The central hall.

You have heard stories about it. Countless rumours of the amount of blood spilled upon the floor, of bodies gutted when offerings fell short. You can only imagine what other atrocities have transpired.

Uraume easily slides the doors open, and you step inside.

The space feels endless, with the wooden floor stretching out like a smooth, unbroken sea. Muted light illuminates the area, but a faint red glow saturates the air, while the corners of the room remain shrouded in thick darkness.

It’s fucking dismal.

Half of the vast room is occupied by a configuration of low tables arranged in parallel rows. The tables are spaced out to allow for easy movement in the center and between them.

Your clan is seated closest to you, while on the other side, you notice only a few individuals who you can only assume are aligned with Sukuna. Their demeanour is reserved and distant, as if they are reluctant to be there—and you can’t really blame them.

Stepping deeper inside, your nostrils flare as the familiar metallic scent of blood hits you, a constant presence here, it seems. The smell is so dense and filling that you have to swallow the saliva forming in your mouth.

At the far end of the central hall stands a massive empty throne on an elevated dais. Crafted from darkened, weathered wood, the throne shows many signs of age. Bovine skulls are clustered on either side, their hollow eye sockets appearing empty and desolate.

Continuing to scan the room, you finally locate Sukuna.

He’s on a separate, lower dais, sitting apart from everyone else. His large frame sprawled out on an ungodly number of cushions, legs lazily spread with a knee bent. He rests his upper right elbow on a cushion for support and tilts his head slightly, the side of his face propped up by his fist. His kimono has loosened since you last saw him, exposing his chest's black, hook-like tattoos. He looks pensive, lost deep in thought, uncaring of what’s happening around him.

Two attendants, the same ones who bathed you earlier, are serving him. They carry several trays laden with ceramic plates. Standing on your toes to catch a glimpse, you see the plates are piled with thick slabs of raw, uncooked meat.

Giving your head a shake, you focus on both of the women. They appear to be about your age, with straight postures and fluid movements, graceful efficiency in their steps. Their cream-coloured robes catch your eye, identical to the one worn by the woman Sukuna half-devoured and decapitated earlier today.

Your brow furrows.

“This way,” Uraume says, cutting through your fog and directing you to your clan.

You and your sister move to settle at the long, low table.

Your attention falls on the spread before you, a feast for the senses: tender pieces of chicken skewered and grilled, braised fatty pork belly, lightly battered shrimp, and simmered vegetables. Though the aroma of the hot food twists and entices your stomach, you are absolutely not touching the meat.

Instead, you reach for the bottle of sake on the table but stop when you feel eyes on you. Looking up, you catch your father’s stern gaze. He subtly lifts his chin, nodding toward Sukuna.

You sigh, your shoulders dropping. You understand his signal, and he’s right; there’s no point in wasting any more time.

Leaning toward your sister, you whisper, “I’ll be right back,” then rise to your feet.

Forcing your shoulders to relax, you smooth out your kimono and lift the hem as it seems determined to trip you.

A deep inhale, a slow exhale. One foot in front of the other, your feet start to carry you towards Sukuna.

Charm the creature, save your sister.

Closing the distance across the central hall, you notice that the two attendants who were serving him before are serving him in other ways.

One attendant is perched on his lap, her legs angled so they rest gently between his. She looks comically small sitting there. Her right hand drifts idly into the lower half of his open kimono, and while you can’t see exactly what she’s doing, you can guess. The other attendant sits beside him, leaning in so close that her body nearly drapes over his side.

Your face heats at the brazen display. How could they possibly be willing to show him such affection?

Sukuna’s eyes narrow as you approach, mouth tightening into a thin, displeased line.

When you reach him, you focus solely on the right side of his face, on that bone mask. You can still recall its texture, how it felt, grazing your skin.

You shift on your feet.

Attempting to appear calm, you clasp your gloved hands in front to keep from wringing them.

“Wife,” he drawls, looking down at you, “you've come to grace me with your presence.”

Wife.

The official title coming from him makes you want to gag.

“My Lord,” you say, bowing, “I was hoping we could find some time to be alone together in private.” You can’t help the way your voice rises slightly.

He tilts his head at your request, raising his eyebrow. Leaning forward just enough to make the two attendants still their wandering hands, he flashes the callous grin you are growing familiar with.

“Whatever for? Do you need a reminder of my earlier statement?”

Right, his declaration that he doesn’t want to fuck you.

That was fine. You just needed to figure out how to get closer to him. The closer you get, the better.

“No, I remember, my Lord,” you clear your throat, “But perhaps we might find something else to do instead.” You force as much sweetness into the words.

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leans back, sinking into the cushions. He takes a moment to study you in your vulnerability, which you try to shove down.

“What could you possibly offer me?” he sneers, his mouth curling up, creasing his eyes.

You tense.

“Perhaps…” You hadn’t really thought this far ahead. Trying not to panic, your eyes briefly scan the room. “Perhaps you would honour me by showing me around your shrine?”

Maybe stroking his ego is the answer.

He scoffs. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous. You can explore it on your own.”

“All right,” you swallow for what feels like the hundredth time, “perhaps we could do something a husband and wife might do together? Like… take a stroll.”

Sukuna’s face contorts in disgust, and then he bursts into a fit of unhinged, insidious laughter. The sound is so manic it strains your ears.

Oh god, you want to kill yourself or him. Preferably the latter.

“Is that the best you can come up with?” His canines flash as his grin widens, his shoulders bunch under the fabric of his kimono.

“Well, no, I—”

“Try again,” he says, extending his hand and tapping a finger on his knee.

Something thick gathers at the back of your throat.

You scramble for other ideas, your face burning with embarrassment. Your mouth opens, then snaps shut as you struggle to come up with something.

That oppressive aura of his pricks at the back of your skull.

“Try. Again." His voice lowers as his eyes narrow to slits. The attendant on his lap shifts uncomfortably, and sweat beads on your back.

“Poetry readi—”

“Again.”

“Horseback ridi—”

The King of Curses scoffs.

You squeeze your hands together and draw in a breath. Your eyes wander around the room until they settle on his empty, blood-stained plate.

“Share a meal?”

The smile that crosses his face brims with arrogance and something malicious.

“What kind of meal?”

The way he says “meal” makes your stomach twist. Knowing his appetite, you may have just stepped into a very dangerous situation, but at least you have his attention.

“A meal… of your choosing,” you say quietly, trying to keep the nerves out of your voice.

Time drags on as Sukuna stares at you for what feels like an eternity.

His eyes, along with those of the two attendants, remain fixed on you. The chatter from the rest of the room fades into the background, becoming a distant murmur.

For a heartbeat too long, Sukuna's gaze is set on the bruise on your face, as if in a trance. The way he looks at it makes it feel like it's burning. A muscle in his jaw feathers before he leans back.

“No,” he says, breaking the silence.

You purse your lips in frustration.

The attendant on his lap giggles and leans her head closer to him.

“Don’t be so unkind, Master Sukuna. Your wife just wants your attention.” She practically purrs as she says this.

His eyes flick to her, giving her a look that makes her recoil. You almost admire her boldness. Almost, because then she leans in and shoves her hand back into his kimono, making him grunt and lean away.

“Run along, wife,” he says with a dismissive flick of his wrist. “Enjoy your family while you still can.”

You suppress a sigh and walk away, defeated.

As you head back to your clan, you decide you need to get sufficiently drunk to endure the rest of the evening.

When you return to your table, a dark-haired man is sitting in your place next to your sister. She catches your eye, prompting you to raise an eyebrow. There’s a mischievous look that crosses her features, and you groan quietly. As you rejoin them, she shifts down to make room for the now crowded end.

“Sister, this is Nakamura. He was just telling me how pleased he is about your new marriage,” she says.

At her comment, you look at him with an incredulous stare.

Pleased? What an absurd thing to say. Did he not know who you just married?

He turns to you, flashing a smile, then reaches for a ceramic cup and pours some sake.

“I know, I know. That look you are giving me says it all. But hear me out,” he says, sliding the cup to you. You gladly accept and take a sip. The drink burns all the way down to your belly. The relief is instant.

“There’s been an agreement. No more land will be subjugated by your husband, and the Kasai clan will keep their territory. That means less fighting between us and the monster,” he says with a grin, raising his cup. Relief is evident in his eyes.

You weren’t aware of this agreement, but at least someone was prospering from this union.

“Well… that’s good news,” you say half-heartedly, fidgeting with the cup in your hands. You take another sip, and the alcohol starts to bite at your senses. With an empty stomach, the effects come on quickly.

The dark-haired man takes a sip of his drink, then wipes his mouth. His eyes are filled with hopefulness, and his expression reflects a quiet optimism that contrasts with the shadows of the room. It’s clear that he is relieved to be free from fighting against the demon.

You notice your sister being drawn into this man’s wistful charm.

“What do you plan to do with your time now?” she asks with a smile you haven’t seen before. It sparkles more than usual as she leans in, her delicate hands sliding closer to him.

Damn her, is she flirting?

You take another sip of sake. A comforting haze clouds over you.

Nakamura smiles, visibly relaxing under your sister’s soft gaze.

You really need to observe her actions closely. Maybe you could learn something and use it against Sukuna.

“I was considering finding a wife and starting a family,” he says before turning his head toward your sister.

“That sounds lovely,” she gushes, her fingers lightly brushing against his bicep.

You almost cringe at the sight.

A small twinge of jealousy stirs within you at their interaction, but at the same time, seeing your sister happy at this moment offers you a strange sense of comfort. If you can’t have kindness and affection yourself, at least she is experiencing it.

As the hour passes, the three of you continue to chat and laugh, which, to you, is a bizarre thing to experience here at the shrine. But with cup after cup of sake, you relax a little more. The alcohol warms you, and with your back turned to Sukuna, it becomes easier to forget your grim circumstances.

By the time you are good and drunk, you notice that the drink at your table is almost empty. You lean into the two of them, your cheeks flushed, and your eyes hazy.

"Gonna go," you hiccup, "gonna get us ’nother bottle."

With that, you stumble to your feet, adjusting your ill-fitting kimono and scanning the room for the nearest attendant. Spotting one, you approach her with a slightly tipsy gait.

“‘Xcuse me,” you mumble, “Can we get another bottle of sake? O’er here, please?” You point to the wrong table, then correct yourself by pointing back toward your clan, swaying a little as you do.

The attendant’s eyes fall on your kimono. Your matching kimono. Her eyes widen as she quickly recognizes the colours. She bows deeply, keeping her gaze lowered.

“Yes, my Lady,” she whispers so softly that you strain both your eyes and ears to catch her words. Their obedience is almost frightening, and you want to reassure her that she shouldn’t be afraid of you, but she’s already gone.

Shit.

You turn to make your way back to the table, but halfway there, your feet catch under the hem of your kimono.

The world tilts.

The wooden floor rushes up to meet you as you crash down onto both knees with a loud thud.

You can’t help but burst into a hearty laugh, the sound echoing around the room.

Your outburst draws the attention of your clan’s table. Your sister stifles a quiet laugh, while your father’s scoff clearly conveys his disapproval of your drunken state. Nakamura quickly stands and comes to your side, ready to help you up.

“Too much to drink, I see,” he teases.

He extends his hand, and though you hesitate, you eventually slip your gloved hand into his.

As you get to your feet, you feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment and the bruise on your face throbs with pain. Nakamura offers you a smile that you've noticed only tugs at his left side.

“Just a li’l bit. Honestly, I could use ‘nother one,” you say, your words slurring more than you realize.

After the day you've had, you wish you could just black out. Although, technically, you already did. What did Sukuna call it? 

A tumble.

Nakamura laughs at your sincerity.

“I wouldn’t blame you.” He gives a soft squeeze to your hand. A warm smile fills your face.

Bleary-eyed, you look down at your kimono and frown when you see the dirty marks from the fall.

A sensation prickles at the nape of your neck and trails down to the base of your skull. 

You pull your hand away from Nakamura and reach to smooth out the fabric.

Goddamn, this ugly-ass kimono.

A few strands of your hair shift as though caught in a sudden breeze. A splash of red appears in your lowered vision. Something hits the ground with a wet thud.

That’s when the screaming starts.

Your head snaps up.

Nakamura has dropped to his knees, his mouth agape as he wails violently.

Your foggy brain struggles to catch up with what’s happening.

Both of his forearms lie on the floor. Cut, severed, dismembered, gone, messy and oozing.

You can’t look away as his body jerks and blood spurts from the stumps. You try to choke out a cry, but no sound escapes your lips.

A shrill scream from your left makes you jump. It’s your sister.

You lift your head to see her sitting on the floor, frightened, while the rest of your clan stands, their heads turned and hands poised on their weapons.

Your hurried gaze snaps to your father. His eyes are furious.

Heavy footsteps.

Your eyes follow the direction of everyone’s gaze.

It takes a moment for you to register that the thing with the pink hair is approaching you.

He did this.

He did it so fast and from across the room.

Sukuna reaches you.

Your heart is stuck in your throat as you look up at him. He stares down at you, then shifts his gaze to Nakamura, who is kneeling beside you on the floor.

With a casual flick of his toe, Sukuna slides the severed limbs out of the way, then tilts his head, inspecting the scene with a detached curiosity.

You are certain you aren’t breathing at this moment.

“You had no right to do that!” Your father’s voice cuts through the tension, causing Sukuna to shift his focus.

For a moment, they lock eyes in a silent stare.

“I had every right,” Sukuna muses, “you damaged my property, so I damaged yours.”

His lower orbs flick to your face, and you feel your bruise throb under his gaze.

No way. No way he did this because your father laid a hand on you.

You clench your fists.

“He-heal me… please,” Nakamura whimpers.

Sukuna steps around him, studying him in his pain. He lifts his head to make eye contact with your father as if asking him a silent question.

“P-please,” Nakamura begs.

Sukuna remains perfectly still, movements imperceptible.

A heartbeat later, he turns to face you. He has made a decision. His eyes say it all.

Nakamura seems to understand his decision as well, as his face contorts into horror. You have seen that look once before—on your mother.

Sukuna raises his upper right arm.

“Wait!” you cry out, stepping forward, a hand reaching out.

With a casual swipe of two fingers, Sukuna decapitates Nakamura. His head snaps off flawlessly and drops to the floor, rolling a few times.

Behind you, someone vomits.

Sukuna’s four eyes snap back to you, his energy drowning the entire room.

“Celebrations are over, wife. It’s time to say goodbye to your family.”

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🔗 Chapter 4

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

Yang asks out Jaune since she fell in love with him, but he declines since he likes her sister Ruby. However instead of being mad, she laughs since she thinks it is cute that he thinks that he prefers her little sister over her.

Time for Yang to show Jaune that she is the sexier sister, and to do that she will give him a titjob that will make him feel like he is going to paradise.

"What a day" jaune groaned as he made his why through Atlas academy halls.

Desipte how easy it sounds, crossing guard duty was alot more stressful than anyone let on and Jaune's seen most of it. While he did enjoy working with the kids, he didn't appreciate some of the drivers he came across, the occassional racist prick, and the creeps who eyed the kids. But seeing the kids smile, and their mother's appreciation was enough reward, though the moms did seems a little too flirty at times. Now, sll he wants to do is kick back and relax with Ruby for a night one the town.

As he trunged through the hall, he came across Yang in one of the training room battling some combat drones. She wore a yellow sports bra that conformed to her impressive bust and offered a generous view off her cleavage, a pair of yellow gym shorts highlighted her plump, tone backside, and her signature yellow locks tied up in a ponytail. Sensing she was being watched, she turned towards Jaune and smiled brightly.

"Like watch you see Vomit Boy~?" she teased, pausing her workout so she could chat with him.

Jaune frowned at the name and sighed "Still using that name for me huh?"

Yang laughed at his remark, "Can you blame? the way you look when i say it is hiliarious"

She stretched her arms over her head causing her bust to raise aas well. Jaune blushed and immediately looked away, not wanting to ogle his friends sister. However, Yang saw him, and decided to tease even further by leaning down so he could see down her top. But he didn't sneak a peak so she continued their conversation

"So, Just coming back from babysitting duty?"

Jaune sighed and corrected her" Crossing guard, and yes i am"

"Yeah, yeah, same diff" she replied "Ya know, it's been a while since we hung out together, and its the weekend, so why you and me hit up some night clubs in.."

"Sorry...Ruby and I already made plans tonight" he replied.

Looking over, he half expected her to question him about his intensions, but she simple smiled and waved it off.

"I see....well, guess I should let you get ready. I'm gonna finish up here and hit the showers" she said, thought he swore he could sense some disappointment in her voice.

"Yeah. I'll see you around Yang" he called as he left. Not noticing the sly smirk she wore.

"Yeah....See you real soon~"

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Inspecting himself, Jaune hummed approvingly. He wore a simple button up top, a pair of faded blue jeans, and some simple sneakers. His hair was combed and he had on a light spray of colone. While they weren't doing anything fancy, he still wanted to look his best.

"Lookin good VB~"

Tunring around, he saw Yang leaning in the doorway, her hair dripping wet and wrapped in a towel that hung her body tightly. He sputtered and immediately raised a hand to block his view, his face completely covered in blush.

"Y...YANG! Why are you only in a towel?"

She chuckled at his question "Cuse i just took a shower...C;mon, I akready told you what i was gonna do"

she pushed herself off the doorframe and began making her way to Jaune. He took a quick peak but immediately blocked his sight once more upon seeing her approach. She licked her lips as she approach, looking him over with intrigue.

"Damn....I have to say, You clean up nicely~" she commented "Weiss cream really screwed the pooch with reject you so often~"

"t...Thanks.." he replied "But why are you here?"

She smiled and grabbed his hands, making him look directly at her. "this~"

With warning she pressed her lips into his, caughting the young knight by surprised. Her tongue darting in his mouth, completely dominating his own, his tast making her moan with delight. Jaune tried to pull away, but Yang's grip on his hands was like iron. Once she pulled away, a small strained of saliva bridged their mouths before disappearing. Leaving Jaune bewildered.

"Woah.....Yang...."

Her lilac eyes stared into his blue, a satisified smile gracing her face.

"Get on the bed" she commanded

Obeying her orders, he sat himelf on the edge of the bed, unsure of what was going happen. He watched with baited breath as she made her way over, kneeling before him and began undoing his fly. He tried to ask her to stop, but she shot him a glare that show him who was in charge. After a minute fiddling with his zipper, she bypassed it and eyed his underwear. Taking a small whiff, she hummed pleased.

"you smell nice~" she purred as beagn pulling his penis from its confines "But I'm really in the mood for some sausage~ A really big one~"

Reaching a hand into his boxers, she grinningwhen she felt his semi hard member in her hand. Without a second thought she fished it out, nodding approvingly at it's 8 inches length and 4 inches in girth.

"Nice cock bro~" she giggled at her little pun and wrapped a hand around it "But all jokes aside, lets get this puppy to full mast"

Yang spat on his cock, making sure it was decently lubricated for what came next. Then she began stroking him off slowly, enjoying to look of confused arousal on Jaune's face. Her iron grip squeezed his cock nicely, gliding up and down with ease thanks to her spit. Jaune moaned softly as she stroked him, hardly believing a beauty like Yang was currently jerking him off.

Both teens enjoyed were enjoying the moment until Yang saw his fully erect cock. Standing at an impressive 12 inches.

"Holy fuck dude..."Yang gasped, her mouth widen as she stared at the pillar of meat before her "How the fuck do you hid this python?"

"Yang.....We should stop...I got plans" jaune replied, but stopped when yang leaned forwarrd and shushed him with a finger.

"SHH~ not any more you don't" she replied,

Dropping her towel, her twin d-cup breasts bouced in the air. Jaune watched wordlessly as she wrapped her mamories around his girth encasing him in a warm and soft prison. Yang smiled up at him and began bouncing her tits up before bringing them back down. Making sure every inch of him felt her fleshy apendages.

Jaune watched on wordlessly, hardly fatheming he's getting a titty fuck from the buxom boxer herself. A dream he's had since first semester at Beacon. He moaned softy as she squeezed them togther along his cock.

Yang, seeing him slowly giving in to the pleasure, increased her speed. Enjoying the moans Jaune released from her tittyfuck. She knew he fantasized about her, hell she actually thought it was a compliment. Considering how he kept Ruby safe while she was dealing with herself, she could consider this a thank you. However, that was not the case. During their time together, she's developed feels for the boy. She was sure when exactly, but she was positive that these feelings were real. So when she heard him mention Ruby's name, something inside her felt sad. She was happy for Ruby, but didn't want to lose the one male she genuinely like aside from her dad and uncle.

"You like it Jaune~" she asked smiling brightly

Jaune gulped as he spoke, having a hard time formulating a sentence.

"Y....Yang...We should...."

"Nope~. I'm not stopping til you cancel you plans with Ruby" She relpied.

She stopping bouncing her tits, and squeezed them against his cock. Then she began rubbing them up and down his length rapid, smearing his pre all over herself.

"Besides~, I know you don't want a little girl like her when you can hae a woman like me~" she purred

Jaune's brow furrowed at her statement "You shouldn't say that about your sister Yang"

She laughed it off and began bouncing her titts up and down his cock once more, making him moan.

"Oh cut the crap, Arc. I know you've fantasized about me~" she replied making him look away, comfirming her suspisions. "I thought so~, but don't worry, I don't mind at all~"

She leaned forward and licked his cock head, not once stopping her previous actions. In fact, she slowed down again, this time kneading her fleshy mounds against his cock sensually. Her lilac eyes staring deep into him.

"In fact, I find it quit flattering. Also you did keep Ruby safe all the way to Haven...So i guess you could consider this a thank you~" she felt him pulse and smirked. She stopped knead and pulled away, stopping before Jaune had a chance to cum. "Buuuut...If you really want to stop, then who am i to say."

Jaune's mouth went widen when she stopped. He was at the verge of climax, but had been deined by his fellow blonde.

"Why'd you stop?!" he asked, his cock twiching and pulsing madly.

Yang smirked and stretched her arms groaning as she popped her back "Well....you do have an outting with Ruby, and it would be rude of me to interupt that."

"B...But.."

She looked into Jaune's eyes, seeing the pleading in them, she couldn't help but giggle.

*he must be really back up* she thought, her plan working accordingly

She was right of course. During their travel to Haven, Argus, and Atlas, Jaune barely had any time to tend to his need, if any at all. So when she began her titfuck, he felt like he'd finally get some release after a hard journey. Now she gave him a taste of a woman's touch, he'd crave it from now on, regular masturbation just won't cut it anymore.

"Yang...please....help me finish" he pled "I'll do whatever you want me to do. Just let me feel you boobs again...."

She quirked and eyebrow, an inquisitive expression on her face.

"Anything?"

He nodded

Smiling once more, she raise herself up. Using his legs for support, she leaned into his face till they were centimeters away. Her lilac eyes staring deep into his blue ones once more.

"then tell Ruby you can't make it"

Jaune was suprised by her request. She wanted him to stand up her own sister just so he could fonddle some breast? It's gotta be a test. To see if he will do the right thing by her sister. He knew Ruby would be heart broken if he cancelle, but they could hang out some other time. Right?

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Ruby stared at the message Jaune had sent her.

"Something came up and I gotta cancel for tonight. Sorry Crater Face"

She sighed and tossed her scroll to onto the bed and looked herself over. She wore a small black hoodie witha pair of small jean shorts. It was supposed to seduce Jaune, but now she felt silly. Perhaps she get him another time. That is if Yang does get to him first.

[3ephemeral]

something like that

Theseus Scamander x gn!reader

You believe the ministry isn’t trying their hardest to capture Grindlewald. Theseus gets angry that you don’t believe in them and causes reader to find things out themselves.

warnings: sad :(

It’s been months since the ministry was able to find any clue about what happened to Grindlewald. Their last lead had them in Paris where many Aurors had met their fate.

You’d been to the ministry loads of times after, but each time you went everything seemed so chill. Like the most dangerous and powerful wizard wasn’t trying to create war between wizards and No-Majs.

You tried voicing your complaints to your boyfriend and the head Auror, Theseus Scamander. But he all but shrugged his shoulders when you mentioned it.

It wasn’t any different this time.

You and Theseus stood in his office, his attention not completely focused on you.

“I’m positive everything is going the way it should be. There’s no need to worry.” He said his eyes focused on the stack of papers on his desk.

You didn’t say anything in return. It was like he really didn’t care that this was happening. As if everyone didn’t care that this was happening. You’ve watched every Auror in and out of this building live there lives like it wasn’t at risk everyday.

“Look I know it’s scary. But I promise your in good hands, there’s nothing you should be worried about.” He said, with a lack of response he looked up. You were staring off into space, lost in a world of thoughts.

“I just don’t get why you can’t try harder.” You stated after a moment of silence.

He stood there, stunned.

“Excuse me?” He asked as a genuine question.

“It just seems to me like your not really doing anything. Like your team just doesn’t care.” You spoke up.

Theseus’ eyebrows furrowed, a frown cascading down his face.

“My team is working the hardest they can, just because you can’t see it on the outside doesn’t mean they aren’t doing anything.” He said, his body tensed up as he sat down.

“Now if you don’t mind I have some paperwork to do.” He spoke angrily, hinting for you to leave.

With no second thought your body vanished from the room leaving Theseus to his own thoughts. How could he sit here and just wait for Grindelwald to make a move? At that point it would be too late. He has already took enough from wizards, and his next move might just corrupt the wizarding world forever. You couldn't just sit there and wait. You knew his last place of action. And though most of the mausoleum had been destroyed by the fire, you figured there might be some clues for you to find. After packing and contacting your illegal portkey man you set off to Paris. ----- Seeing the rubble made you second guess yourself. The cemetery was huge, and even months after the accident it had looked fresh. Echo's of the event sounded in your head, reminding you of exactly what went down. Queenie, someone you came to love. Her gentle voice, her calming personality. And the fact that she could literally read your mind. You didn't have to say anything, she understood you in a way no one else ever could. Leta, Theseus' former. She was a lovely person. Someone who in the end only thought of herself as a monster. The girl. Only in times to vow for what she believed in. Killed in cold blood. The growing flames of the blue dragons. The feeling of complete uselessness trying to dissipate the flames. You were utterly distracted. The spell placed around the ruins doing its purpose. Three figures stood behind you. Dark. Ominous. Red dazed your vision as you crashed to the ground, writhing in pain. ----- You felt the throbbing in your veins before noticing anything else. Heart beat quickened as you realize what happened. Sitting up, you took in your surroundings. Queenie sat in a chair in front of you. Face pale, skinnier than when you had last seen her. You were on the ground, cold concrete, so were the walls. She stood up from the chair and made her way around your body. Leaving out a metal door behind you. Only after turning to watch her leave do you realize your arms were chained to the ground. You weren't alone for long. The door scraped open behind you. You kept your head low. "I assumed someone would have gotten these chains off of you." He spoke. "Not like you really have any place to go." A shudder ran through your body. He was different. A different aura. "Sorry for my ungrateful hospitality, would you get these off her please." Grindelwald spoke. Palms reached for your arms, untangling your wrists from their shackles. Immediately you reached for your wand. "I'm sorry sweetness but of course I have to take my own precautions too." He said pulling out your wand from his coat, waving it in your direction. He stuffed it back into his pocket. "Now we have a lot to talk about." ----- "Where could she have gone?!" Theseus yelled. He had walked to your office to ask you some questions about your paperwork. You weren't there. He called his brother, Newt, over to help him find you. "Well I'm not too sure, I don't really have a tracker on her." Newt spoke. "Everything is still here so she couldn't have gone home." Theseus spoke. "Let me see her jacket." Newt spoke, his arm open for his brother to place it in. Creating a type of tracker new did locate where your last location was. But it only led him and Theseus to a small alley way. "Maybe she got robbed! Or kidnaped!" Theseus spoke. "I'm sure she's strong enough on her own to fight off a robber. Plus it would have shown us where she was if that was the case. She had to have taken a portkey. But to where?" "We were talking about Grindelwald the last time I saw her. You dont think..." "We have to go"

----- After arriving, the jacket continued to lead them where you had visited. The ruins seemed to have the same effect on them that it did on you. They stood still. Crunching leaves alerted them, finally allowing them an escape from the past. You stood there. Only it wasn't you. A hollow shell of the bright mind that once had hold over your body. Your wand was raised. Pointed at only Theseus. "y/n?" He spoke softly. Not even a blink. Figures appeared from smoke behind you. Credence, Abernathy, Vinda, Krall, Queenie. And finally Him himself. Newt and Theseus drew their wands. "What did you do to her?" Theseus voice almost broke. "Whatever do you mean?" Grindelwald spoke. "Look at her!" He screamed. He didn't have to turn around to see you. Under a charm that holds you a hostage. Trapped in your mind. Forced to watch. Grindelwald smirked. "I'm going to FUCKING KILL YOU!" Theseus screamed. A beam of orange threw itself out of his wand. No incantation. The black smoke covered anything that could be seen. But as it cleared up it was only you. On the ground. They both ran up to you. Theseus took your head in his lap, lightly tapping his palm to your cheek. "y/n?" He whispered. It wasn't a terribly strong spell. But you were weak. Frail. Paper. Your head felt weightless in his lap. Like you were a figment of his imagination. Newt sat there. No words. Only staring at his brother. He had reached down to your neck. No pulse. "What did he do to you." Theseus cried. Regret. Shame. He should have listened to you. He shouldn't have just brushed you off. To be totally honest the ministry wasn't trying as hard as they could have. They were waiting for him to make a reappearance. Anger. Why? Why would you come back here as if you had any authority in the first place. As if you wouldn't just remember everything that had happened when you showed up and realized you couldn't do it on your own. You knew how dangerous this was and you were still so stupid to do it. "You knew we were at least trying! We had an eye on his every move. So why! Why would you do this! To your job! Your family! Me." His tears continued to fall. Landing along your skin. Dripping on your forehead and your chin, falling down the sides of your neck. Your skin glowed. Weight finally pressed into his thighs. He looked down. Your eyes meeting. "Your alive?!" He got up. Pulling you by your shoulders to sit upright. Newt supported your back. Completely in awe that your still here. "He only kept me in my head. Your spell must have cracked the curse." You smiled up at him. "Or it could have been his love." Newt whispered. You blushed. "You cant scare me like that again, I wont let you leave me." He said pulling you into a tight hug. "I'm sorry for not paying attention to you. But you have to realize how dangerous this all was for you. Please make me listen to you next time, I cant live without you." He whispered. "I love you." "I love you too"

[glossdebut]

PRICE OF FAME | MYG ★ PLAYLIST

hello!!! music is going to play a very important part in the price of fame series, so i wanted to post this playlist i’ve been working on since september when i originally had the idea for the story! i have been listening to this playlist nonstop while writing and i'm pretty proud of it tbh

there is a spotify link for the playlist, but i have also linked every song below on youtube if you don’t have spotify! + i’ve included the lyrics from each song that are most relevant to yoongi & MC

anyway!!! ahhhhh chapter one is being posted tomorrow! are we excited??? i know i am! if you listen to this playlist, please let me know what you think! any thoughts/feedback/THEORIES are 100% welcome (:

『 spotify link ★ series masterlist 』

01. price of fame | brent faiyaz

『 all of the things they want / and don't know why they want it (i know, look) / they don't wanna give you time to heal / they just wanna bleed you dry, for real / and if you're comfortable, don't let no one know / they'll fuck it up (i know) 』

02. perhaps vampires is a bit strong but… | arctic monkeys

『 well, i ain't got no dollar signs in my eyes / that might be a surprise but it's true / said, "i'm not like you and i don't want your advice / or your praise or to move in the ways you do and i never will" / 'cause all you people are vampires / and all your stories are stale / and though you pretend to stand by us / i know you're certain we'll fail 』

03. celebrity skin | hole

『 when i wake up in my makeup / have you ever felt so used up as this? / it's all so sugarless, hooker, waitress / model, actress, oh, just go nameless / honeysuckle, she's full of poison / she obliterated everything she kissed / now she's fading somewhere in hollywood / i'm glad i came here with your pound of flesh 』

04. evil twin | arctic monkeys

『 it's more a hunger than a thirst / she'll break your heart the second time / before you know about the first / looks well equipped to leave you in the lurch / but you'd let her do her worst / and it's not hard to tell / it's obvious the other angels' faces fell / when she told him that she had to go / swapped her wings and overcoat for something colorful 』

05. ignorance | paramore

『 if i'm a bad person, you don't like me / well, i guess i'll make my own way / it's a circle, a mean cycle / i can't excite you anymore / where's your gavel? your jury? / what's my offense this time? / you're not a judge, but if you're gonna judge me / oh, sentence me to another life / don't wanna hear your sad songs, i don't wanna feel your pain / when you swear it's all my fault 'cause you know we're not the same 』

06. escapism. | raye ft. 070 shake

『 last night really was the cherry on the cake / been some dark days lately and i'm findin' it cripplin' / excuse my state, i'm as high as your hopes / that you'll make it to my bed, get me hot and sizzlin' / if i take a step back to see the glass half-full / at least it's the prada two-piece that i'm trippin' in / and i'm already actin' like a dick, know what i mean? / so you might as well stick it in 』

07. still take you home | arctic monkeys

『 well, it's ever so funny / 'cause i don't think you're special, i don't think you're cool / you're just probably alright / but under these lights you look beautiful / and i'm struggling, i can't see through your fake tan / yeah, and you know it for a fact that everybody's eating out of your hands / but what do you know? / oh, you know nothing / yeah, but i'll still take you home 』

08. the doll people | sofia isella

『 the doll people are not men / they are made of ass and glass / our skin is clay and painted blue / our head can detach / we are statues with a pulse / we are art you can fuck / the doll people are quiet / what is there to say? / art does not interpret itself / there are men with a day to save / we are paintings with legs / we are art you can fuck 』

09. supervixen | garbage

『 a hit is hard to resist, and i never miss / i can take you out with just a flick of my wrist / make a whole new religion / a fallin' star that you cannot live without / and i'll feed your obsessions / there is nothin' but this thing that you'll never doubt / this thing you'll never doubt 』

10. popular | the weeknd & madonna ft. playboi carti

『 beggin' on her knees to be popular / that's her dream, to be popular / kill anyone to be popular / sell her soul to be popular / just to be popular / everybody scream 'cause she popular / she mainstream 'cause she popular / never be free 'cause she popular 』

11. teddy picker | arctic monkeys

『 and it's the thousandth time that it's even bolder / don't be surprised when you get bent over / they told you, but you were dying for it / she saw it and she grabbed it and it wasn't what it seemed / the kids all dream of making it, whatever that means 』

12. she’s my collar | gorillaz ft. kali uchis

『 she's the serpentine, she's my collar / i send a message, never call her / and now i wanna taste another / and it's safe in a persona, she's my collar / nothing to be justified in / she the first i'm running with / she the one that get my collar / she the one i'm running with 』

13. petals | hole

『 they will make you so / so cynical / the fire burns the flesh / destroys the best that made our souls / she's the grace of this world / she's too pure / for the likes of this world / this world is a whore / tear the petals off of you / and make you tell the truth 』

14. reptilia | the strokes

『 now every time that i look at myself / i thought i told you, this world is not for you / the room is on fire and she's fixing her hair / you sound so angry, just calm down, you found me / i said please don't slow me down if i'm going too fast / you're in a strange part of our town 』

15. the summoning | sleep token

『 oh, and my love / did i mistake you for a sign from god / or are you really here to cast me off? / or maybe just to turn me on / 'cause these days / i would be lying if i told you that / i didn't wish that i could be your man / or maybe make a good girl bad 』

16. guns + ammunition | july talk

『 guns and ammunition / make bullets out of you / you speak dynamic diction / and i see right through that too / when i think about you / my whole world falls through 』

17. false alarm | the weeknd

『 bathroom stalls for the powder nose (she loves) / high heel shoes with the open toes (she loves) / she's got a good time wrapped in gold / for you, for you / all red dress with the devil eyes (she loves) / so obsessed with the camera lights (she loves) / you love her, but you can't deny / the truth, the truth 』

18. image | magdalena bay

『 what's the best you've got? / i forgot all my common sense / i need all the common sense / time to start the clock, from the top / i need confidence / confidence in medicine / but oh, my god / twenty-two more minutes / oh, so hot / meet your brand new image 』

19. when the night is over | lord huron

『 now the trail has gone cold / i don't know where else to go / and my time, i fear, is nearly over / when the ocean drinks the sky / and the city winks its eye / when the night is done, you'll vanish in the sun / will i hold you when the night is over? 』

20. self explained | cherry glazerr

『 i started reeking of the people i was with / i have no secret, i was freaking out a bit / i took a chopper 'cause i grew up with a lot of changes / i am alone a lot, i see this as my weakness / i am embarrassed of my solo, i don't know why / i don't want people to know how much time i spend alone / time i spend alone, time i spend alone, time i spend alone / when i take you on, i try / when i take you on, i try 』

21. bad guy | billie eilish

『 i'm only good at bein' bad, bad / i like when you get mad / i guess i'm pretty glad that you're alone / you said she's scared of me? / i mean, i don't see what she sees / but maybe it's 'cause i'm wearing your cologne 』

22. cinnamon girl | lana del rey

『 there's things i wanna say to you / but i'll just let you live / like if you hold me without hurting me / you'll be the first who ever did / there's things i wanna talk about / but better not to give / but if you hold me without hurting me / you'll be the first who ever did 』

23. fake happy | paramore

『 oh, please, don't ask me how i've been / don't make me play pretend, oh, no / oh, what's the use? / oh, please, i bet everybody here is fake happy too / and if i go out tonight, dress up my fears / you think i look alright with these mascara tears? / see, i'm gonna draw my lipstick wider than my mouth / and if the lights are low, they'll never see me frown 』

24. distressor | cherry glazerr

『 dip it in my makeup / take a place away from the main stage / better than a traitor / push up on the fader / i just wanna drown in my own noise / i just wanna drown in my own noise / beneath time, the only faces i can see / are the faces i pushed away from me / so i can just be 』

25. billions | caroline polachek

『 psycho, priceless / good in a crisis / working the angles / oh, billions / sexting sonnets / under the tables / tangled in cables / oh, billions / salty (ah), flavor (ah) / lies like a sailor / but he loves like a painter 』

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[lilisouless]

"Wylan and Kaz would have becoming each other" controversy, opening.

"Should we been doing this?"

"Controversy" just to make it more dramatic cause it´s not really a big deal.

I want to thank everyone who responded to the post

It got more responses that i expected, some of you put way better explained arguments that i could have said, and i think we are all actually on the same chanel. So, instead of a long argument that just will repeat what everyone said i will include pieces of the essays and divide the huge deal for parts cause i think it´s a bigger study than we think. This is just the opening so it´s going to be a short one.

like the title said, the very first section will be "should we be doing this" so i´ll add this sample of @savethegrishaverse, who had a bigger response, i will probably use the rest of the argument in later sections:

To me, Kaz & Wylan aren´t that similar, to me there´s a diference between kid!Wylan and kid!Kaz, but thats a story for another section. The important here is that the narrative wants us to see the similarities.

Cause sure, you can always compare two characters, it´s a harmless practice. The question here is, is it deliberate? or did people took the dynamic out of a fandom sentiment?

To me, yes , it´s pretty much deliberate. And my response may be a bit shallow but stay with me here: The desing choices

For those who don't know, in book canon Kaz has dark hair and brown eyes. Wylan has blue eyes and light red-gold curly hair. This is because it may be confusing to people that only know Jack!Wolfe´s Wylan for this argument, since he was hired out of talent instead of a comparision to his features with Freddy Carter´s

Now what i mean? Both Kaz and Wyan are from Kerch but their features are opposite. Kaz has dark eyes (with some warmt,but thats another subject) Wylan has bright blue eyes, Kaz has dark straight hair, Wylan has blonde curls, Kaz is all edges, Wyan has round features.

This may be just to separate the phenotype of the high born kerch from the Ketterdam outsiders, but to me it´s clear that regardless, Wylan is described to be the opposite of him (Kaz is most likely the first Soc character conceived)

Now, does this mean they are mirrors or that they would have become each other? Not exactly, the next sections with treat that so we could say it for sure. The reason i don't want to make the conclusion quite yet is

-Like i said, the desing may be just to stablish the diferences between Kerch´s sites

-To me , Wylan´s mirror (maybe not "who he would have become" but this perfect parallel) it´s probably Jesper. Not sure about Kaz, it may be Nikolai or Inej but not sure yet

-The soc characters are so tridimensional and rich in characterization that many of their traits can be used for a study. The point is if the Wyan-Kaz parallel is just some traits or their whole character.

So, was this for nothing? No, cause we can't say the conception of Wylan-Kaz becoming each other comes out of nowhere, there is some narrative choices that invites the reader to compare them and hey, maybe as we go, the conclusion may actually be that the theory is right. And if its not, why not.

I actually HAVE a reason on why not, but i do want to put everything on the table

[elizabeaufort]

⸻ Elizabeth could sense her body flinching at the nickname she despises. Her father tricked her? Liz doesn't know if she has known her father since she was born or else, but he does not seem the type that tricks people, or well with her. Fine, he may have tricked her by saying he would do something and do something else, but Liz always caught him on his lies. ⏤ She did not interrupt this… Victim. When the real victim here is herself from having both negligent parents. Neither of them would worth 1 dollar if they're were put to sell in a showcase for charity. ❛ All I'm hearing here is that Papa is the one to blame? And my grandfather despises me and him, without even knowing me? What changed? What made you decide to show off in my life out of the blue after I finally move on with my life? ❜

Liz really wished she could forgive her mother, in the way she forgave her father. But Claude is forgiven to an extent, he knows the damage he caused to his own daughter and things from the past cannot be undone. What Claude do is change the present, and this is the side he is working for to make up for his shit parenting. The younger Aussie feels so confused now, frustrated even. ❛ Y'know I was finally getting into a happy stage in my life, for the first time. ❜ She admitted. Her little family is what made her complete, but now having her mother around, she doesn't know how she feels about it.

❛ So, are you here because you need some help from me? Or because my grandfather whom I never heard about decided he wanted to meet me? ❜ Liz knew that realistically, she had nothing that could offer to her mother. ❛ I know what is like to live off Papa's money. ❜ Oh! She knew. But she also knew what it was like living with money earned from a hard job and being stolen for packs of beer, cigarettes, and drugs. Every time Elizabeth made money, her father stole from her, but that was the phase he was a drug addict. Liz could've left her father behind and moved on in her life, but she always believed he could be better.

Claude is not perfect, but he finally is 'better', if it wasn't for all the efforts and patience Elizabeth had for him. He knows if he fucked up one more time, he will be left behind once and all. Frankly, he likes the life he has now ( and the comfort ). Now, with her mother's presence, it made her worry about her father's sanity. He was so stable, and Stella was his kryptonite. ❛ What is it on your face? ❜ The scar she referred.

──earned it, she scoffed inwardly, for when had Claude earned anything in his life? he was the source of all her misery, the pains she had to endure for years by his side while nearly being forced to raise a child of his that served as a constant reminder of all that she had lost —her daddy would never accept her back with this husband she picked, or this child she gave birth to; he had told her she would make her bed and sleep in it and ever since they moved to New York, Stella found herself wishing, every single night, that she could turn back time, make a different choice —let him leave, while she stay with her family. For she was only a baby herself and what did she know of love and the real hardship of life when she had been nothing but dotted on and spoiled her whole life? showered in luxury and never had to worry about a thing because her daddy and older brother would take care of everything for her.

“Lizzie,” she began, blinking slowly as she drew in a breath. “your father tricked me, I came here for a good life with him, not to suffer for years…” she offered; he should have made a better effort to support his family, especially after he planted his seed in her ( not that she would want to work any mediocre, low-wage job anyway, but having a child was a solid excuse ). “I left because I couldn’t handle it anymore!” she exclaimed, words spoken almost as if it was the obvious answer. “he contempt us both to a life in poverty and I was depressed, Lizzie—” which, in fairness, might not be a blunt lie, but she was for all the wrong reasons, not the ones she would present as the ones; like how she couldn’t handle raising her baby without any money, leaving in deplorable conditions.

“my family cut me off when I married your father,” she added after a moment, laughing a little bitterly. “when my brother reached out and asked me to come back, I planned to bring you with me after a while,” a lie, she hadn’t even thought about it; she show her opportunity and grasped it, held it with all her might so she could get away from this life she hated so much in the States. “…but my father would never allow it, and I couldn’t come back here.”