#hey just as I was writing this my fucking electric went out. what the hell HIM

[clegfly]

SCREAMING. AT THIS. AGH. This is so GOOD and so EVIL. And feels very in character and interesting,,, AGH always giving me THOUGHTS

ANYWAY

THE DESIGN OF THIS!!!! OH MY GOD????

LOVE HOW THE LANTERN IS LIKE. DIRECTLY CONTRASTING THE LIGHTBULB. AND I ALSO AM VERY VERY VERY INTRIGUED BY THE FACT ITS GLOWING LIKE. YELLOW AND NOT RED??? IM WONDERING IF SOL HAS ANUTHING TO DO WITH THAT. BECUASE LIKE. SUN GOD

And this is SUCH a good idea for the final boss oh my god makes so much sense. Of COURSE basil would see sunny acting “off” and his subconscious would scramble to the conclusion that it’s some sort of impostor or parasite… and I I I love love love this thing and its design.

Because its just sunny’s silhouette, but the red part not only resembles cracks sort of (as though sunny has been broken and something is peeking out through the cracks it made) but it also looks like something itself!!!! Whoch I feel like kinda represents how basil sees something (or at least the incident, I don’t think his subconscious truly believes in it) as the root of this parasite. BUT it being red gives me the impression of like… the blood once again.

And I think depending on the route you’re doing in the hypothetical game that can be interpreted in two different ways- marze seeing HIMSELF as the cause of this, if he’s using his own blood, or seeing depending on others as an evil act akin to this creature who’s taking over sunny, that he’s no better than it, and if you’re on this route I feel like the fight can symbolise the deconstruction if that concept- but then again it remember something about this fight being different or even absent from that route so maybe that’s just yapping JAJDJS

Anyway I LOVE YHIS ough marzenie designs always go so so hard…

I feel like drawing scenery

Some of these names are permanent and others aren’t, questions about these locations are welcome if you aren’t sure!

[little-forest-goblin]

Soft touches, silent roads

Warnings: Smut MDNI 18+

Contains: oral (f and m receiving), p in v, dirty talk, light choking (very brief) praise, mostly soft dom five (There is a little roughness), face fucking, cum eating, creampie (i hate the word too), car sex, bad writing, grammatical errors

Synopsis: You and five were at graces birthday party. You and him haven’t seen each other in a long time so there is a lot of unspoken things between you and him especially the unspoken love and desire between you and him that was never addressed properly. (The events of the fourth season never occurred)

The birthday party was all out which was really sweet of Diego and Lila. The kids were having so much fun which was even sweeter. Lila’s family was very kind too. It was odd seeing the family after a long while. Especially poor Klaus who was a raging germaphobe and extremely sober. which the sober part isn’t a bad thing but the germaphobic tendencies is a little bit odd. No matter you’re just glad he is getting himself mostly together. Luther was what he called “A professional dancer” which obviously was not true but you know what…good for him. There was Allison worried and scared that everybody hated her. Viktor was kinda off to the side since he didn’t really want anything to do with any of us which you guess kinda makes sense after the shit we’ve been through. you cant blame him completely for not wanting anything to do with us but its nice to know he cares still to show up. Ben was sulking about just getting out of jail and about his “Business”. You really just hope he will get his shit together. Then lo and behold there was five. The one man you were nervous to talk to. The one that made your heart race and your face flush. You haven’t spoken to him in a long time. Life caught up to you, you were healing from trauma and getting your own shit together. That being said he was always on your mind no matter how hard you tried to push him or the thoughts away. It was always a haunting thought in the back of your mind. A space just for him that was rent free. You looked over to him and to your surprise you caught him looking at you. His own eyes went a little wide with nervousness and looked away sipping his beer and looked back into the ball-pit where luther tried to scare him and ben. You felt your face flush and you looked away.

After a ruined back and a piñata issue it was time for everyone to go home. Sadly your car was being the biggest asshole of the day cause it decided to break down the day before. You had to take a uber which was scary at this time of night. You walked out the doors and leaned against the wall of the building. You went onto your phone to look for an uber when five came out he saw you and came on over “Hey” you looked to him your face flushing as you saw those piercing green eyes “H-hey” he chuckled and leaned against the wall his arms crossed “What are you doing? Aren’t you gonna head home?” you sighed and shut pff your phone putting it in your pocket “My car broke down yesterday. The hunk of junk had to be a paid actor cause that was to perfectly timed.” he smiled “So what gives?” you sighed “Im getting an uber. It may not be the safest but i need to go home somehow.” he nodded. it was silent for a minute as he looked at you his eyes traveling down then up at your face again trying to stay calm but if you looked close you’d notice he swallowed a nervous lump in his throat. “You can ride with me” you look at him wide eyed “Wait what?” he looked at your eyes “Yeah you can ride with me. I don’t want you getting hurt or worse.” you bit your lip nervously “no no its okay i-“ five cut you off before you could say anything else “No i insist come on” he took your hand and gently led you to his car almost seeming eager. Your hand in his, skin against skin sent electricity through you and a shiver down your spine. You almost wanted to kick yourself cause it was such a simple touch. How the hell are you getting so worked up over such a simple god damn touch! is…is he getting worked up too? Is he feeling the same? You let him lead you to his car. He opens the passenger side for you “After you, princess” he smiled you chuckled and got into the car “My, what a gentleman!” he laughed and closed the door and got into the driver seat.

You and him have been driving for some time. At some point during the night drive home it began to rain. You looked to him his hands gripping the steering wheel. it was almost white knuckled how hard he was holding it. You swallowed as your eyes traveled over the veins in his hands. they were prominent and an indicator of what hid under his suit. you looked to his face his eyes slightly squinted to look out the glass windshield past the rain and slight fogging. his lips and nose those piercing green eyes and hair that made your insides flutter. You always were weak when it came to this man. he glanced to you and back to the road. “Whats with that look for?” you blushed lightly and looked back out the window “nothing.” the rain started to come down harder and tension built until the glass fogged up to much and the rain poured a little to hard. “Fuck it” he pulled into an empty lot and parked the car. you looked at him confused “woah hey wha-“ he unbuckled and turned to you “Don’t say it isn’t nothing. I don’t want it to be nothing. I know it isn’t nothing.” you looked him in his eyes. his eyes looked a little desperate almost pleading. You wanted to say it you knew it wasn’t nothing but something in you still wanted to deny from fear of scaring him away “Five i-its nothing i’m being honest” he shook his head “Don’t say that…it isn’t. Me and you have always beat around the bush. When i’m with you i cant help it but to beat around the bush cause i’m afraid to lose you. I don’t want to scare you away but god damn it y/n i cant do it any longer. Y/n i love you. You are in my mind no matter how much i try to push it away. I cant pretend that i don’t love you cause i do. Y/n i love you and i was too afraid to say it but now i’m not. i’ve gotten my shit together for the most part and me beating around the bush is not something i wanna do anymore.” you looked at him incredulously. He just professed his love to you. after so long of lingering stares and touches that lasted a little too long all coming to a sorta close. you swallowed “Five i have also loved you…i’ve loved you even as i kept distance for 6 years i was in love with you as we danced at the wedding at the end of the world i was in love with you as we saved the world in the 60’s and i have loved you before. I was also too afraid to say it.” he looked at you with eyes that held love and adoration. His face came closer to yours both of you so close his breath fanned across your face you swallowed and kept eye contact with him. he looked from your lips to your eyes “Y/n?” you kept your eyes locked with his “Yeah?” “can i kiss you?” you felt your breath hitch “God yes” he didn’t need to be told twice. His lips were on yours kissing desperately. his hands came to either side of your face holding you close. your hands came around his neck one along his back and one traveled into his hair giving a slight tug making him groan. He lightly bit at your bottom lip and tugged gently. you whimpered softly and he growled at that lovely sound you made. his hands went from either side of your face and at the top of your arms feeling the skin under your sleeves. his lips traveled from your lips to your jaw and to your neck. his kissed almost reverently until he started to nibble and suck to create a dark purple love bite. you let out shuddering breath and you licked your bottom lip wetting it a little “f-five…fuck” he detached his lips looking up at you with a hint of concern “You okay? does it feel okay?” you nodded “Feels good…so good…” his eyes darkened and growled softly “Such a good girl made just for me” he kissed and sucked your skin. after some time “I need you now baby please. Let me have you” he looked up at you with a hint of pleading but there was room for you to say no and back away but thats not happening “Yes”

you and him had got into the back seat. he swallowed as he gently pulled your shirt over your head. he let out a breath ans he was speechless for a minute. you got a little worried and self conscious thinking maybe he was changing his mind. your hands where going to go around your body to cover but his hands where quick but gentle to pull your hands away “no…no, don’t cover…you’re gorgeous i wanna see you, love” you felt relief flood through your body. you let him guide your hands away from your body. his hands pulled you closer and held you to him and kissed the side of your neck as he undid your bra letting your tits loose from the prison you call a bra. he growled a little “Fuck look at you. perfect pretty girl. can i touch them baby?” you nodded and he shook his head his hand traveled to the back of your neck pulling you closer “Ah ah baby i gotta hear you say it okay? use your words for me, hm?” you swallowed nervousness and excitement coursing through you “Y-yes…please touch me” he hummed in appreciation “Good girl” his hands came away the back of your neck and to your tits squeezing and kneading softly feeling there shape. he leaned down and kissed the top of one of your breasts and bit down and sucked pulling the skin in to make a love bite, marking you as his own. You moaned and blushed deeply. he soon pulled off and let go of your tits his hand traveling around your neck “Lie back in the seat for me baby. i gotta have a taste of you” you nodded. your cunt was soaked through your panties you could feel it the wet patch there was probably noticeable. He traveled down kissing down the valley of your breasts to your stomach all the way to the waistband. His fingers curled around the waistband looking up at you for permission. you nodded and he wasted no time pulling it down revealing the pretty black pair you on. his chuckle was mixed with a light growl “Oh baby did you wear these just for me?” you and him both knew that this was not planned before hand so no but god damn it were you gonna entertain it “Y-yeah…wore them just for you” he hummed in appreciation and kissed your clothed clit making you jump a little “Knew you would. You’re such a good girl. always so sweet” you blushed and let out a shuddered breath. his fingers curled around the bottom of your panties and pulled them down off your legs and let them join the pile on the floor. he wet his bottom lip as he stared “O-oh baby…this is what you’ve hidden from me for far to long?” he kissed you clit reverently sending a shock of pleasure before he started to really get to it. his tongue licking at your slit and up to your clit. his lips wrapped around your clit and focused his tongue and attention there. you moaned and shivered. your hand traveling into his hair looking down at him only causing you to get more worked up. “o-oh fuck five god damn it” your head fell back as you panted. he chuckled sending another shock of electricity “That good baby?” you nodded. your thighs shook and threatened to close around his head. before they could his hands wrapped around them. keeping them opened “Ah ah baby keep them nice and open for me, good girl” he devoured you like you where the most delicious meal and you felt that cord within you tighten and threaten to snap. your moans came out louder and he knew you where close. his thumb came to your clit and rubbed gentle circles while his tongue focused on your slit. you felt your orgasm crash down on you and he licked away your cum with eagerness “mmm sweet tasting girl. perfect for me” he came up for air panting. his chin had your slick down it. he wiped away at it and leaned down to kiss you. his tongue and your taste together was divine. you moaned softly. you felt his hard cock through his pants. you pulled back “let me help you…please?” your hand traveled to palm him and he let out a stuttering breath “Only if you really want to baby.” you looked him in his eyes “i want too…please let me” he smiled and kissed you one more time and sat up and let you move to in front of him in the backseat.

you and him had moved the front seat chairs up so you and him could have room. He let out a shuddering breath as you unbuckled him from his cloth prison. once his boxers were pulled down and away his cock was up against his stomach your eyes widened a little in surprise cause he was bigger then you expected. i guess what the world didn’t give him in height gave in length. he chuckled “surprised?” you nodded a little more eagerly then you wanted it to be “Yeah… i am actually. im not say i was expecting it to be small i just thought you’d be average or something” he chuckled and his hand came to your head pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail “Doll, im hurt! uou had no faith in me?” five feigned hurt with a mock pout. you chuckled “im sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you” your lips went to his head. he groaned “Fuuuck, doll.” your tongue flattened and you took more of him. his hand was in your hair helping you bob your head. he groaned and his head rolled back “just like that baby mhm so good your taking me so good” you whined and looked up at him. he looked down at you and his cock twitched “Fuck baby you cant look at me like that i’ll blow my load to fast” you giggled a little till he pushed your head down more and groaned. he face fucked you bobbing your head for you. “Fuck just like that doll flatten that pretty fucking tongue!” he growled his eyes dark and his pupils blown wide. “Thats it take it like the good sweet girl you are. Good girl” he moaned and his head fell back against the seat. his balls tightened he came down your throat. you went wide eyed swallowing it down. he pulled out panting. he looked down at you his hands untangling from your hair and tucked your hair behind your ear and away from your face “You okay baby?” you nodded wiping away tears “Yeah i’m okay.” he smiled and helped you onto his lap and kissed you softly. “I was a little rough baby i’m sorry” his thumbs gently swiped away any remaining tears.

After he let you calm down and get together holding you closely you laid on the backseat. you and him had let the backseats down. you looked up at him as he shrugged off his suit and vest undoing his tie and throwing it to the pile. he sat back a little looking at your naked splayed out body. his hand pumped his cock a few times “Fuck sweetheart your gorgeous.” he crawled over you lining his cock with your waiting entrance. you swallowed. “Five…can you hold me while we do this? i wanna be close to you” he looked up at you and smiled. his arms went around your body. one around your waist the other around your shoulders. he kissed your neck and slowly pushed in “f-fuck baby your tight” he pushed all the way in. your breath seemed to stop for a minute your lips parted in a silent moan. he stayed still letting you get used to him “Its okay baby just breathe” thats when you remember to breath breathing in then out letting your body relax. once fully relaxed he started to move in then out slow and sweet thrusts wanting to savor you and the feel of your walls squeezing his cock. soft moans and shudders of breath came from both of you. “God i love you y/n its been to long of us dragging this out. I should’ve told you before” you shook your head you arms around him and his back “Its not just your fault- ah -i..i should’ve said something too” you and him moaned as the pace picked up a little but stayed mostly slow and sweet. your hearts beat in sync with each other just as it is should. your pants filled the car and his groans filled your ears. the windows of the car fogged up and the soft patter of the rain against the car gave a soft atmosphere. “Fuck baby i wish i could stay buried inside you forever” he let you go a little but stayed close his pace not stopping. he lifted on of your legs to his shoulder to get a deeper angel. the head of his cock kissing your g-spot perfectly causing your moans to come out louder. he felt your walls start to tighten around him indicating how close you where his thrusts went faster “Its okay baby i got you i got you cum for me…cum with me, fuck your such a good girl cum with me” his moans came out louder with yours. his hands found yours and held them intertwining you and his fingers. the cord within your stomach snapped and as soon as he felt your walls tighten his cock twitched and he came with you his cum pouring inside you filling you up. He groaned and slowed his pace going slow to fuck you through it but not to overstimulate you. you and him panted, a thin layer of sweat glistening on your bodies. he looked down at you and smiled softly moving some of the hair from your face that stuck to you away “You okay baby?” you nodded “yeah…yeah I’m okay…are you?” he smiled and chuckled “More then okay.” you looked up at him admiring him for all he was. he noticed your look and leaned down and kissed you softly and you happily kissed back. he pulled out of you causing you both to whimper a little. he pulled off looking at you “Come on lets get redressed. If you wanna we can come to my place and we can get cleaned up and relax the rest of the night” you smiled “i like that idea”

So both of you got redressed after he found some wet wipes to clean you up a little. you helped each other get redressed and soon drove home where you and him took a proper shower (Might’ve had a little round two in there) and relaxed for the rest of night laid in bed in one of his sweaters and watched a cheesy rom-com while cuddling under the sheets till you fall asleep.

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Hey there guys! i hope you like it! its my first time writing a smut. I was nervous writing this sorry for any grammatical errors or if it seemed rushed (i hope it doesn’t). I love you and stay safe y’all ❤️ 😘

[chrissv4mp]

so american .🩹

summary: you never fail to impress and surprise your british boyfriend with whatever you do, even if it's telling a simple joke.

pairing: american!fem!reader × british!guitarist!matt sturniolo

warnings: pure fluff, some vulgar language.

matt's eyes scan your face as he pulls to a stop, the light emitting a red glow that stands out in the dark of night.

you're looking out your window, enjoying the quiet of the empty streets. your hand plays with the string of matts pythia hoodie, it was both his and your favorite.

he couldn't help but admire you, not noticing the light turning green as he spoke softly, quietly, "you're so pretty wearing my clothes,"

he doesn't even know if he's talking more to you or to himself, all he knows is that he has the most beautiful girlfriend in the world.

you turn your head at the sound of his voice, accent heavy. his hand reaches up to cup your cheek, and you relax instantly at the warmth of it.

god, his hands made hell seem cold sometimes. they were always so warm, even in the winter.

your lips curve into a smile, lifting your free hand up to lay on his that was still on your cheek.

he ran his thumb along your lower lip, eyes darting between them and your eyes. you were so perfect. the definition of an all-american girl.

his tongue peeks out to lick his own lips before he begins to speak again, "but then again, you're always pretty. my pretty girl,"

his accent. you could never get tired of it, it never went unnoticed and was always so prominent.

even after all the years he's been in the U.S. it would never fade, not even in the slightest.

your cheeks turn a deep shade of pink at the compliment, moving away from his hand to hide in his hoodie and instantly missing the warmth of skin.

your hand moves to hold his, feeling his calloused fingertips on your soft skin, a reminder of his amazing talent of being able to play the electric guitar.

another thing that made him so special to you, another thing that made him, him.

sometimes you wondered if he was even real, if he was just some imaginary guy you made up in your head, or a poem that couldn't escape your mind.

you wanted to be the one to write that poem if he wasn't real. but each time he kissed you, touched you, did anything, he reminded you that he was, in fact, a real boy.

your boy.

matt drove off on the next green light, and you couldn't help but stare with adoration at the boy, he was so pretty. how was he so pretty?

your lips upturned into a smirk, tucking your hands in your pockets as you spoke, "hey, baby,"

the brunette boy hummed in response, glancing over at you before turning his attention back to the road.

"why did the chicken cross the road?" you could already see him smiling, he was so easy.

"hmm, i dunno. why?" he muttered, biting his lip to withhold the laugh he had.

you smiled wider, carefully studying his face as to not miss his reaction. you never failed to surprise matt.

"to get to the other side." you laughed. it wasn't even funny, it was just... matt.

matt smiled, his composure breaking as he burst into laughter.

your laughs became louder, his were contagious. everything about him was contagious.

once he had finally settled down, he snickered, looking over at you with a smile on his face, "god, you're so american."

that's what he always said, and it never failed to make you feel special. like you were one of a kind, like you belonged to someone.

fuck, it wasn't fair how many emotions he made you feel all at the same time. you just wanted to kiss him all over, but at the same time you wanted to fight him.

he was just so cute, you were scared something would happen to him.

he was so persuading, too. just one look at him and you'd do anything. you'd run away with him if he asked you to.

you smiled, leaning over the center console to give him a quick kiss. his lips were so soft, so puffy.

he was perfect. jesus, you just wanted to marry the guy.

"yeah, and i was just---" madi started, but you quickly interrupted her.

"oh my god, matt just bought us tickets to hawaii. holy shit!" you gasped, practically jumping up and down in excitement.

madi and nick rolled their eyes, and nick was the first to speak, "first, super rude that you just interrupted madi, and second, do you ever stop talking about matt? seriously, it's gotten to a point where it's starting to get boring."

"yeah, guys, that wasn't very nice to interrupt me like that." madi joked, her pout fake as she stared at you.

you rolled your eyes, muttering a quiet, "sorry." before letting madi speak again.

after leaving the park with nick and madi, your phone buzzed with a text from your boyfriend.

it was a picture of a book he was reading, "a good girl's guide to murder."

you smiled, his taste was amazing. in everything, really. his clothing, the books he read, whatever he ordered out at restaurants, his music.

'Also can I stay with you tonight?? I don't wanna leave just yet.'

'ofc, baby!💞'

fuck, you had work tomorrow. why'd you even say yes? you never got any sleep when matt was with you, he was always so touchy and you just couldn't resist him. he was addictive.

'I love you.'

your eyes narrowed at his words, guilt washing over you. it wasn't your fault you had commitment issues, it was your stupid ex-boyfriends.

maybe you were a little scared to say you loved other people, especially boys. boys like matt.

your eyes landed on matt, his back glistening with water as he sat at the edge of the pool, kicking his feet into it.

he tapped his fingers next to him, recreating a silent beat that was stuck in his head from earlier.

running a hand through his hair, he turned to look at you, his smile wide at just the sight of your beautiful face.

"hi," he said, awestruck as he walked over to you.

he took a seat next to yours, sitting criss-cross as he stared over at you.

"hi, baby." you smiled, leaning over to kiss him.

his hand rested on your thigh, rubbing his thumb over the smooth skin as he kissed you passionately.

he never wanted to leave your lips, the way his and yours fit so perfectly was amazing to him. it was like you were made for eachother.

your eyes landed on the sunset when you pulled back, admiring the beauty of it.

matt watched it too, barely even seeing it move as it slowly set behind the mountains. you reminded him of lots of things, the sunset being one of them.

one, because of your cheery personality, and two, because of how pretty you were. he would never understand how he got the chance to be with you.

it was a miracle, how quickly you guys just clicked. how quickly you fell for each other. he still couldn't believe it.

the brunette's eyes landed on you once again, scanning over all your features and staying on your eyes just a little longer than all the others.

you continued to stare out into the sun while matt had begun to play with the beach towel he lay on.

"matt," your soft voice broke the comfortable silence as you turned your head to face him.

you were gonna tell him, finally, how much you adored him, even if it was just a little too much just a little too soon.

"hmm?" he turned his attention back to you, propping himself up on one elbow.

your eyes couldn't decide where to stay at this moment, so they just settled for the floor.

fuck, were you even ready? you thought you were but now it seems like the entire world has their eyes on you.

"i think i'm in love," you began, muttering quietly.

matt raised an eyebrow, not quite catching what you had just said, "what was that?"

his accent slipped again, and you just couldn't take it anymore.

"i think i'm in love with you, matt." you said just a little louder than your normal tone, and the brunettes eyes went wide.

his cheeks went a light pink and his lips parted, his hand clutching the blue towel.

you exhaled, and then you spoke again, "i love you, matt."

he smiled slowly, scooting closer to you before cupping your face and kissing you lovingly.

the kiss lasted longer than he intended it to, but he wouldn't complain. i mean, you had just said you loved him for the first time.

you were the first to pull back, but matt was quick to speak, "been waiting for you to say that, darling."

you nodded in agreement, smiling shyly as you looked away, "yeah, me too."

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[prettypinkporkchop]

can you please write a story about reader becoming friends with renesme and bella loses self control and she tries to attack reader and she finds out about the vampires and such and then jared imprints on her and she’s scared when he shifts and he calms her down and explains everything. end it how you want queen! love your writing!

"Kiss, marry, or kill?" Renesmee shows you a picture of a celebrity.

You make a stank face and shake your head. "Fuck no. Kill." You burst into laughter when she does too.

"How about this one?" She pulls up a picture of her and Jake.

You side eye her with a smile. "Really?" You laugh.

"Be honest!" She giggles, softly hitting your knee.

"Kill. Because he has more of your attention than I do." You roll your eyes.

"You're so clingy!" She groans playfully.

"You started it. You HAD to compliment my shirt during my shift and then HAD to give me your number."

She rolls her eyes and then clicks her tongue, shaking her head.

"All you!" You shove her.

Stops and stares at her bedroom door. "Jacob and his friends are here." She says and stands up.

"Uh, how do you know? I hear crickets." You giggle.

She ignores you and excitedly takes your hand. "You're going to love them!"

As you get to the bottom stairs, you see a bunch of people outside through the glass. It's pale and tan skin that fill up your sight. You're overwhelmed by the bunch.

Your shoes touch the grass as you reach the group of people.

"Y/n, hey." Jacob waves at you. He then grabs Renesmee and kisses her cheek.

"Hey!" You reply.

Your mind can't even register what happened because you just randomly end up with a cold hand around your throat. You feel someone behind you, snarling like an animal.

"Bella!" Everyone grabs her off of you.

Next thing you know, there are wolves lined up. Carlisle and Edward are holding a struggling Bella.

Renesmee and Jacob grab onto you. "Hey, it's okay!" Renesmee whispers.

"What in the holy hell fire is going on?" You yell.

"UGH, I told you not to bring any outsiders in." Jacob scolds Renesmee.

You look over at the wolves that are threatening Bella. They're growing and circling her. You look at one wolf who is staring at you. Dark brown fur. He's a beauty.

His eyes won't tear away from yours. You catch yourself not wanting to move them either. Who is this??

"Well, that makes things easier." Jacob said.

You turn to him in a panic. "What is going on?!" You scream.

"Look, we're leaving you with that wolf. You're safe. We have to get Bella out of here." Jacob replies.

Next thing you know, you're standing outside with a gigantic wolf a few yards away from you. It got quiet when everyone went inside. The wolf takes a step closer but you move backwards.

"No, stay. Over there." You say shaken up.

The wolf huffs and walks away. Leaving you by yourself. You turn toward the house to see everyone fighting and yelling, and then you see Bella literally throw Jasper. Alright. This is your cue to run.

You start going. Leaving the trail. You've got to get home. But warm arms grab you. You scream and try to get out of the grip.

"Hey, you're okay. You're okay." You see the most hottest guy in the world. You're breathing rapidly and your anxiety is still high. But looking at him got you a bit calmer.

"My name is Jared. I know who you are. Let me take you home, okay? I've got you." He gently rubs your arms.

You feel his skin send electricity down your body. You shiver and blush at the contact. "Yeah, thank you." You breathe out in relief.

The walk home was interesting. He had explained everything to you. You've been joking with him and flirting, taking things not too seriously because of how safe he made you feel. It was crazy but you're just glad you didn't freaking die.

"A hot wolf is my soulmate? Sure." You step up the steps to get to your front door.

"No, I'm serious." He softly grabs your elbow to stop you.

You turn and look at Jared. His toned arms and tan skin oh save you.

"I can live with that." You smile.

"Good, because I'm not going anywhere." He smiles.

[foone]

Concept: fursonas with non-human senses. Not just canine "can smell better" ("My fursona has no nose." "How does she smell?" "Terrible!"), but actually different senses. (Under a readmore because big surprise, I write a lot)

Sharks who walk into a dark room and go "hey guys!" to the people about to shout "surprise!". Electroreception, yo. They can feel the electric fields in bodies. They have a good job as an electrician, because they can tell which wires are active and which aren't, without needing a tester. One of the guests is a snake who says "I told you this wouldn't work", as they can see in the dark through thermoception.

Corvids who don't watch human movies, especially not in theaters. They're just flickery slide-shows to them. Their vision is too fast, persistence of vision doesn't kick in until like 200 FPS.

I know the mantis shrimp colors aren't real (it's actually just a thing where they have extra cones to make up for not having enough brain to merge them. Like, humans have red/green/blue cones, and we see "yellow" when the red and green cones are both activated, but shrimp can't do that merging. So they have a yellow cone) but fuck it, this is fantasy. Make your fursona have access to all the forbidden colors.

Hell, have them able to see outside the "visible" spectrum! Imagine a furry working at a human-majority office who gets pulled into a meeting with her manager one day, who has to tell her that even if she's covered in fur, she can't wear a top that revealing, they have a dress code. She goes "what? But.. Sally in accounting wears that semi-transparent blouse most weeks!" and then they both come to realize that humans can't see near-IR and therefore don't realize that a lot of their clothing choices are transparent to that wavelength. The furry has just been seeing all these exposed chests and going "wow, I had heard the humans could be prudes about nudity, what with not having fur, but apparently not." and decided to join in one day. Whoops.

Hell, let them see radiation! Who needs a giger counter? They're digging through an junk shop and WHOA, shouldn't this be in the back or in a safe or something? The owner (a Shetland sheep dog) is like "what do you mean?" and they go "it's pretty radioactive, man! Can't you tell?" "uhh.. No. Why don't you put that down quickly and I'll go grab a lead bucket."

An octopus that goes to see a 3D movie but turns down the glasses. No need. They can see circularly polarized light just fine on their own.

You go over to visit a bat's warehouse to get an old computer they offered to loan you and they sheepishly (is that offensive to sheep?) admit that they never bothered installing any lighting inside. Why would they? They can see fine with echolocation. And their friend Skippy never complained, either! Mind you, they are a dolphin.

A park ranger who is a jewel beetle. They can detect fires miles away, but only if pine trees are involved. They're a firefighter in a pine tree forest, so that's fine.

A bee who keeps giving directions in terms of cardinal directions and forgetting that not everyone has an innate sense of North/South thanks to being able to sense the magnetic field of the Earth. And this is after they went to all the trouble of giving the directions in words, instead of dancing!

Tangent idea: a bee pirate who writes a pop song, and it's not until another bee hears it years later that they realize that the dance instructions in the song are actually a treasure map.

Creatures who can sense RF directly. Some of them can't even get near human-style cities, as they're "too noisy". It takes the more mundane inhabitants a while to realize they aren't talking about sound, and earplugs won't help.

Others can pull off amazing mental tricks like the Scramblers from Peter Watts' Blindsight, and the first time they get near a human city they figure out how to decode all these FM signals and within minutes they can watch TV, listen to the radio, or log onto the wifi. They're not robots or cyborgs, they're just unholy smart and frighteningly fast.

And there's no reason it should be limited to natural things... The supernatural is there as well. A furry who mentions they hate going to some human cities because they're so crowded with ancestors. It's not for a while until someone realizes that word isn't being translated exactly right, and they don't just mean "old humans". They mean the ones who lived there before, but are dead. They still see them, and are surprised that the humans can't.

Hell, how about a fursona with an asymmetric design? Different fur patterns, heterochromia, things like that. But it swaps sides from time to time. It's not an art mistake, they really do that. No one understands why until they casually point out a missing item is in the drawer of there, the locked one. Then they reach around all six sides of the drawer and pull it out. What, you can't see in four dimensions? Yeah, sometimes their body swaps left/right because they rotated through the 4th axis and inverted their body. No big deal, but they have to be careful with what food they eat sometimes. All those chiral molecules... You don't want them backwards. Fortunately they've got a pretty strong digestive system so it's not a big deal. And vodka always goes down smooth, alcohol is symmetric!

Speaking of which, fursonas with vulture-like digestive systems. They yell at their roommate for throwing out that expired meat. It's only expired by human standards, and they're just a bunch of wimps who can't handle a little putrefaction in their lunch.

And I know I said "not like canines with just better senses of smell" but there's some interesting options for having beings who can smell things humans just can't. A fursona that detects a gas leak because they can smell carbon monoxide, not just the bitterants added to help humans detect it. Or can pick up on human pheromones, although that one is often covered in werewolf media, I hear. But instead of just arousal/fertility/pregnancy, they can also be like "hey you smell different... Have you talked to your doctor about testing for diabetes? I think your a1c might be high."

Speaking of pheromones, how about fursonas that do things like ants, who automatically put down invisible scent trails and follow them? They are a pain to go hiking with, since they just assume you can follow them if they get out of sight, and you gotta remind them to slow down sometimes.

Hell, fursonas who have quorum sensing, either type. The bacteria-like type have gene expression that changes based on population density. Members of their species in the wild, in rural areas, and in urban areas have radically different phenotypes. The social insect type make decisions with an implicit silent democracy, bordering on a hive mind. They are always surprised when humans and similar want to talk out decisions. Can't they just tell what the majority want and just do that? It seems so much similar.

Speaking of which, ACTUAL HIVE MINDS. You're dating a nice worker bee and and another member of the same hive comes by and says "hello love!" and gives you a big kiss. Your partner is surprised you had any problem with this. They're the same person, basically? And they feel their love for you just as much. (obligatory A Miracle of Science reference: Mars thinks you're cute)

Combine that with insect-like lifespans for some extra weirdness: the one you're dating isn't even the one you started with. The bee-people only live a month or two, and you've been dating for nearly a year now. Hell, even when your first partner was still alive, it wasn't always the "same" bee that came by to visit. Of course, that's putting a human-like kind of perspective on if it's the same bee. To the hive-mind bees, it is. It's the same hive. They have the same mind, just in 70,000 separate bodies. So of course it's the same person. Just not the same body.

Heh. How about magnetic sense? This may be overly specific to my interests, but you hand a furry a floppy disk and they hold it for a few seconds and then hand it back. "Thanks!" "oh, don't you want it?" "oh yeah. But I already got all the data off it." "but... You didn't put it in a floppy drive?" "no? What's the point in that? I just read the flux transitions off the surface. It's not hard."

More esoteric senses, too. You're driving down California one with your partner, listing to some Decemberists and they idly go "huh, Diablo Canyon is still running? I thought they had shut it down!" You're like "what?" They point out the window at the two cooling domes. "The power plant! It's still running. Can't you taste all those neutrinos?" "uh, no." "what, really? They're quite fresh compared to the usual solar ones." "I can't 'taste' those either" "oh. Weird!"

Your plasma-lifeform boyfriend who evolved in space sometimes has dizzy spells where he nearly drives his containment vessel into a wall. "sorry, that was a big one. Those gravity waves must have been from, like, an 80-90 solar-mass black hole merger? A close one too, only a few dozen megaparsecs."

You've long since given up explaining that you have no way of detecting events that take place over 30 million light-years away.

The atemporal energy being who proposes the first time you meet. You're shocked, but they point out why? You have/are/will spent/spending (tenses are hard) over 60 years of your experience of years with them. They just don't really see how this time is different from all the times you have/will spend together. They thought humans liked this "till death do us part" ceremony, even though death has no meaning for them. They're not immortal, but their death is just like their birth (or the energy being equivalent): a discontinuity on the edges of their lifeline. They don't exist past there, just like you don't exist outside of the 3D volume of your body. So what does it matter? Besides, we've had this conversation before, or is it later? Either way.

A hive mind being who only has one body you can see, because they're actually a hive mind across themselves in different timelines. They sometimes get mixed up which version of you they're talking to, and ask odd questions like how your son is doing in college. You don't have son, or any kids for that matter. "whoops, that's the other you. Lemme... You're married to Tony, right?" "Who's Tony?" "Obviously not. Uhh, is Sarah your girlfriend?" "no? I'm not a lesbian!" "Not this you, at least. Oh, I've got it. You work at the newspaper?" "yeah. I'm an editor" "oh cool. Got it. Sorry, it's easy to get all the yous confused sometimes."

Later that week, your boss introduces you to a new reporter, Sarah Torres. You can't help but wonder of this is the Sarah another you is dating. You don't see it. But apparently another you does.

And that tangent makes me think of another one: mind reading, either full or just empathic, isn't that unusual in aliens and such, but imagine a race that doesn't go around reading minds unless given permission, but they have a persistent problem with pronouns. See, they can just tell what your gender is. And closeted trans people keep getting outed accidentally. Sometimes outed to themselves, because they call you by your "true" pronouns, not the ones you're using now.

And the same goes for orientation. Like your coworker will be like "why don't you ask out Steven on a date?" and you're like "Steven? I don't even know if he likes guys, I've never gotten any hints from him..." and they go "what? No, of course he does. Can't you tell?"

(I just invented a species with perfect gaydar. That's weird, right?)

Someone who has that ESP "there were strong emotions and events here" sense, but it goes both ways. They would never visit Hiroshima for the same reason they will never visit Chicago. They don't want to explain to you what will happen there, but they go a bit teary-eyed when you bring it up.

A species that magic tricks just don't work on, and no one can figure out why. They can't see through solid objects, they don't seem to have a super-fast vision, they can't read minds, but everytime you show them a magic trick they're like "the ball is in your hand" or "you have a fifth ace in your sleeve" or "there's another rabbit under the table". They don't even seem to realize it's supposed to be a trick. They're just slightly confused at what you're trying to do.

A species that has the equivalent of a spectroscope/chromatograph built into their body. You hand them a drink and they can list the molecules in it and their concentrations. You'd think they'd mainly be scientists, but a lot of them are bartenders. They make perfect mixed drinks (down to the nanoliter of exact composition) and they can spot a spiked drink from across the room.

A species that can taste your DNA when you touch them. They're a weird blob that rewrites their own DNA on a daily basis, and find static-DNA beings "weird and unusual" and always want to help you with that. Wouldn't you be happier if you had a couple extra arms? Maybe claws? How about switching sex? Just for the weekend, they can put you back to "normal" if you want. Or maybe you'd like to spend some time as a dog? Your two species are pretty close, evolutionary speaking. It shouldn't take more than a day or two to rewrite every cell in your body. Sometimes you "humans" are so boring. They can't imagine staying in the same form for more than a few days, and you fuckers do that for, what, up to a century? Before you "get old and die"? You know, that's a choice. They can fix that. You don't have to age, if you don't want to.

Speaking of which, species with radically different lifespans and approaches to life.

The Dragon's Egg beings occasionally give humans gifts, of books of poetry about their unrequited love for you. There's no point in responding, even if you do come to love them from their writings. By the time you have opened the first page of the book, they're dead, their children are dead, and their grandchildren are getting old.

Similarly there's a race of trees where you can be dating one for 40 years before they reveal that they've considered this just a minor flirty bit of fun. They don't get involved with humans and human-likes, they'll be gone in the blink of a century, so what's the point. You ask them their age one time and have trouble grappling with the fact that when they sprouted, your ancestors hadn't yet mastered the written language. Their still-living parent remembers visiting earth before it had any life outside the seas. You had dinner with them last Thanksgiving. They liked your broccoli casserole.

So... yeah.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

hey girlypop!! glad you're better now!!!! could you pretty please write a percy jackson angst where he keeps choosing annabeth over the reader (she's his ex) and at one point he calls you pathetic and a bitch when you're arguing over her so you just run away crying?? not like a toxic relationship, just that he's in love with her while being with you! ty my love xox

baby love, I hate to break this to you but this is toxic. if you've ever been through this irl or are going through it, get the fuck out of that situation because you deserve so much better. I'm gonna change a few things cause it seems a little OOC but I will write it, just like promise me you understand that this is fictional and if somebody ever does this to you, you block them, call a friend and cry until you don't need to.

"Percy, just listen to me!"

He whirls around, his frustrated pacing bringing him close enough you can smell saltwater. "I am! It's ridiculous! You expect me to just be over her?"

"Yes!' You cry, throwing your hands down, "Because you're with me now and it's not fair that you're just now telling me that maybe you still have feelings for her!"

"I was with her for three years, y/n! You know what we went through together, she was my whole life."

Your energy is draining fast, you've been going in circles for hours now. "Perce, it's been a year. I understand that she meant a lot to you but romantically, that's over and I'm supposed to be the one you feel this way for!"

"Well how can I, y/n? You're not her." His face is flushed, eyes frantic and lips trembling with a rage that shakes the pipes of his apartment.

The air is electric, emotions bouncing around like molecules fighting for space. Like you, fighting for a space that's not yours, never yours. A space with someone else's name on it.

"And I thought that was okay." So many things want to come out of you, you want to beat on his chest with closed fists until he understands the pain beating inside yours. " I thought that I could mean to you what she did."

Percy rolls his eyes and huffs, turning his back on you as he resumes pacing. "You could never take what she means to me."

You wanted to say that's not what you were trying to do but really, how can you. You wanted to be a part of his life the way Annabeth was, you wanted to paint your name on her place and be what he needed, what keeps him going. You wanted to compare to the girl he went to hell and back for, you wanted to matter just barely a fraction what she did.

"I can never matter to you the way she does, can I?" Your voice is horse and tired and you just need one last confirmation. One last chance is handed his way, thrown into crashing waves like a prayer on a dead man's tongue.

The ocean swallows your hope, the storm is silent as the anger rages on around you. You stand in the eye, driftwood raft held together with half-baked compliments and forgotten I love yous.

"You're just not Annabeth." And it's the way he says her name that splits your makeshift boat straight in two. He says it like she carried each bucket of water from heaven and filled the sea, pouring every pinch of salt herself. She created the marine life from kisses and stars and designed them to make him happiest, she mans the lighthouse for lost sailors. She floats on a yacht in calmer waters as you go under, wondering why you left shore for an empty promise.

"Okay." You're drowning, the current much too strong. No matter how hard you fight, the sea was never going to forgive you for the sin of trusting it.

You're gone, fish food to him. You've left and you've walked and you're never going back to the apartment you loved in. He's sat down, head in his hands thinking of the one girl who survived his hurricane. He picks up the phone and she picks up on the second ring.

"Annabeth, hey."

[redhead1180]

ok so like I’ve been looking for like five about rudy baby and like I have one in particular that i begging for someone to write and it’s like the reader could be like a surfer girl type of person and like he’s out on the beach one day and like he sees the reader and he thinks she’s hot and they like talk and stuff and they start like hanging out and then one day rudy is completely fed up with it and he’s just like fuck it I need you and they end up having the hottest sex of the century lol 😆 I’m giggling and kicking my feet rn! 🤣🤣🤣

Oy vey girl, I have NOT wrote for Rudy, but we gonna do this. Also, I know absolutely nothing about surfing. I am so sorry for the delay, I really hope you like it.

Thanks to @haven247 for helping when my brain went stupid.

All graphsi by @saradika-graphics

Rudy, Chase, and JD were out on the beach brushing up on their surfing skills for the new season. Jonas had told them there was going to be more surfing this season and the boys needed a refresher.

"I'm getting too old for this shit" Chase said as they all three stand at the water with surfboards in hand.

"Yeah, ya are old man" Rudy snickered.

"Fuck you" Chase chuckles as he flips Rudy off and rolls his eyes.

"You're both too fucking old for this shit, I however, am in my prime" JD comments as he flexes in front of them.

Rudy slaps him in the stomach, "I ain't that much older than you, asshole"

"Alright let's get this over with" Chase grumbles as they all head into the water.

For the next hour or so, they surfed, busted their asses more times than they wanted to admit, and laughed so hard their ribs hurt.

That's when Rudy saw you, carrying a board and laughing with some friends. His heart skipped a beat at how beautiful and carefree you looked and he couldn't stop himself from staring at you stripped down to a bikini and made your way to the water.

"Calling to Rudy, you there man?" He vaguely heard JD say next to him.

"Huh, what?" He snapped his around to JD.

"I asked if you're ready to call it or want to do some more, but looks like someone or something has your attention" JD smirked.

"Uh, no, I think I'm gonna stay a bit and practice more" Rudy mumbled to no one in particular, still unable to keep his eyes off you as you begin to surf the waves.

"Oh I see, right, you practice man" Chase chuckles patting him the back.

"yeah catch ya later" Rudy said offhandedly as he waved to the guys, eyes never leaving you, as he rode his board your way.

He rode over to you, watching your look of exhilaration after catching that last wave.

"Hey, you, um, you look pretty good out there" Rudy called to you as he rode up by your board. IDIOT, what the hell was that he thought to himself. But then had to remind himself to breath when he saw how more beautiful you were up close.

"Oh, thanks." You giggle "it wasn't much" you look out at the ocean as you wring your hair out.

"Looked like to me" Rudy smiled and put his hand out "I'm Rudy".

You smiled at him, a breathtaking smile he thought.

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you" you shook his hand, smiling the whole time. "You surf out here often"

Rudy felt a shock of electricity run up his arm, and the fact you bit you bottom lip, he was pretty sure you felt it to.

"Umm, not as much as I'd like, but yea when I have time. Although I am definitely not as good as you" he manages to stammer out. Fuck dude, your not a teenager get it together, Rudy yelled to himself.

"C'mon then, big boy, let's see what ya got" You challenge him as you look out at the waves.

"After you" he smirks, motioning his hand out.

For the next hour, you guys catch waves, talk, and honestly have a really good time, until your friends holler it's time to go.

"Well, blondie, looks like my ride is leaving. Sorry to say I must leave you now" you say, you voice laced with disappointment.

"You want to meet up again" Rudy asks, a little too desperate.

"Yea I'm free Tuesday, meet ya in the morning say around 8, best waves" you grin mischievously.

"I'll be here" Rudy promised.

For the next few weeks you guys carve out time in each other's lives to meet up several times. You both learn more about each other, laugh and build up a relationship more and more with every meeting. Things between you are closer now, touches come more freely, hands linger on each other, and Rudy wonders if you feel the same way as he does.

One day you guys were out in the water, laying on the boards after surfing for a good hour, he was telling a funny story from set. Suddenly, the sky was ripped in two by a streak of lightning and you both jumped at the sudden clap of thunder.

"yup time to go" you both said in unison.

You both paddled back as fast as you could, rain starting to fall heavy as you got back to your towels. Lightening and thunder were crashing every few seconds and Rudy doesn't normally let weather bother him, but this lightning was dangerous.

"let's get in my truck, I know you don't have a ride, I can drive you home." He yells over the rain.

The beach is completely cleared out by the time you guys make it inside his truck.

*Jesus fuck" you laugh once you're in the the truck.

Rudy chuckles and turns the truck on, turning the heat on, noticing you had goose bumps all over you, both of you only in your bikini and trunks. He turns to you and starts looking you over and making no injuries or anything.

"you ok" he asked concern laced in his voice. Rudy couldn't help it, he tucks your hair behind your ear and cups your face. Looking you over for anything wrong.

"um, sorry" he stammers going to remove his hand, but you stop him.

"I'm ok Rudy" you tell him shyly as you pull his hand towards your mouth and kiss the palm of it.

Rudy's minds blanks for a second before he reacts and pulls you to him, kissing you gently. You immediately start kissing him back, threading your hands through his hair. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip, seeking entrance, and you relent instantly. He cups your face with one and slips his tongue in, both of your tongues dancing for dominance. He wraps his arm around you with the other, pulling your closer, and deepens the kiss. You moan and he feels you give in and can't control the groan that escapes him, wanting to kiss you so long and it was better than he could imagine.

This kiss becomes hungry and needy, teeth clashing as you both feel the need to devour each other. Rudy slides his hand down your side to your hip and squeezes, rubbing his thumb under the bikini ties. You wrap an arm around his neck and tug on his hair, pulling from the kiss gasping. Rudy immediately begins attacking your neck, leaving open mouth kisses down, nibbling occasionally. He nibbles a spot under your ear and you buck you hips, causing him to smirk. "Found you" he whispers.

You moan, trying to tug him closer. The rain pounding the truck, thunder clapping ever few seconds, but neither of you heard it. So cocooned in your little bubble. The windows were fogging over, but you both paid no mind. Rudy had a second of clarity as he is leaves little marks on your collarbone.

"God, tell me to stop now if you want" he voice raspy from heat and desire.

"don't you fucking dare" you demand, causing him to chuckle before going back to your chest. He reach down and squeezes you ass, wanting you closer. You moan in his hair, head fallen back to give him more access.

Rudy feels you push him back... 'wha-' he starts to asked confused, but you begin to crawl over the console and straddle his lap. "Oh" he smirks as you smile devilishly down at him. Rudy feels himself go rock hard and groans into your mouth as you reclaim his lips.

"Fuck sweet girl" he mumbles against your lips as you grind down on him. He groans, hands grabbing the fat of your ass and squeezing, pulling you close and down onto him. You moan into the kiss and reach down to palm thru his shorts.

*Jesus fuck" Rudy moans before ripping the triangles of your bikini top to the side and latching on to your right breast. You gasp as he he licks, bites and sucks, half your tit in his mouth, while using his other hand to play with the other one.

"Fuck, Rudy, feels so good." You whine out as you grind down against him. Rudy couldn't remember the last time he was this hard. He moves his mouth to the other breast and reach down to untie the strings one your bikini. Focusing to NOT blow his load, which the way you were grinding and pawing him, he was finding a bit difficult. He taps your thigh for you to raise up and remove your bikini bottom.

"God you're so fuckin beautiful" Rudy says in awe as runs his hands over your body. He hears a whine escape from your lips and looks up at you all blissed out. Keeping eye contact, he slides his fingers down to your pussy and feels you soaked, making his breath hitch.

"Fuck baby you're soaked, this all for me?" He tuts as he smirks up at you, you nod and gasp as he slides his fingers through your folds gathering your wetness. He slowly begins rubbing circles on your clit, causing you to moan out and your head fall back.

Rudy slides a finger to your hole, and gently pushes it in, groaning at how tight you feel around his finger. He slowly moves it in circles, rubbing against your walls. He feels them clench around his finger and chuckles.

"somebody likes that" he teases as your fingers dig in his shoulders and you moan his name. "Fuck baby love hearing my name from those lips" Rudy groans in your ear.

As the storm rages outside the truck, both of you don't pay it any attention. Rudy adds another finger and begins to thrust them in and out of your soaked cunt. You moan and roll your hips against them.

" fuck, baby, that's it. Ride them, make a mess on my hand. I wanna taste you, c'mon y/n."

You grind faster on his fingers as he wiggles them inside you, causing you to gasp. Rudy feels your walls flutter around them and curls his fingers at your sweet spot. You cry out as he feels your release soak his hand.

"that's it, good girl" he hums in your ear as he slowly pulls out his fingers, causing you to whine, and sucks them off. "God baby your so fucking sweet."

You slam your mouth down on his, forcing your tongue in to taste yourself, moaning into him. Reaching down you undo his shorts and lift up for him to pull them down, the kiss never breaking. He slides them down and you look down and moan.

"fuck Rudy you're so fucking pretty" you moan out in awe as you reach down and begin to stroke him. Rudy groans and leans his head on your shoulder, bucking his hips into your hand. He can feel you smile.

"Fu- fuck baby can't do this, I won't last" his voice raspy as he drags his blunt nails down your back. "Fucking need inside you y/n"

"condom?" You whisper in his ear.

"console"

You grab one, and put it on him, causing him to squeeze your hips.

"fuck ple- please" he whimpers

You line yourself up and push the tip in, both of your groaning. You slow sit down him, he hisses as your walls close around him sucking him inside you.

"oh fuck" you moan as another crash of thunder explodes outside. You clench around and he grabs your hair tightly and wraps his arm around your waist.

"Jesus fuck" Rudy cries out, keeping you still, needing to collect himself so he doesn't shoot his load now.

You start to move, rolling your hips, moving them in circles as his hard cock rubs your walls.

"oh God" you moan out as your body is covered in goose bumps. You begin to bounce and Rudy moans, pulling you hair, forcing your head back. He attacks your exposed neck, leaving open mouth kisses, biting and kissing to your collarbone.

"fuck baby you feel so good, fucking taking me so well, such a good fucking girl" Rudy groans in your neck, as he squeezes your hips with one hand, the other still holding your hair. You groan and clench around him.

"oh like that, like being called a good girl" Rudy smirks as he grabs your hips and slams you down harder on him. You cry out and and dig your nails in his chest, causing him to hiss.

"oh fuck Rudy" you moan, head thrown back, tits bouncing in Rudy's face. He leans forward and sticks his tongue out, letting your nipples rub up and down on his tongue. Your hands fly into his hair to steady yourself, as you arch your back for more.

"God your so fucking beautiful" Rudy pants as you tug his hair, pulling his head back, and crash your lips on his. He can feel your walls flutter, and grabs you around the waist. He starts thrusting hard up into you.

"oh fuck yes, oh God, right there" you cry out grabbing the head rest behind him.

"Yeah, that the spot" Rudy smirks as you nod your head vigorously. "Yeah you close, gonna cum all over me"

"mhmm" you moan as Rudy feels your movements get sloppy. He reaches a hand down and begins to rub circles on your clit. He trys to focus to not cumming just yet, but he can already feel some cum slip out as he holds you tight and slams up into you.

"c'mon baby, cum for me" he barely gets the words out and he feels you clamp down around him and a rush of juices on his cock. He buried his head into your neck.

"oh fuck" you cry out, thighs trembling and hips jerking on him.

"Fuck, go-good, fu-fuck, girl" Rudy just gets out before he moans loudly and slams into you, stilling, as his load shoots into the condom. His vision goes momentarily white as he holds you tightly, before slowing his thrusts, helping you both ride out your high.

Neither of you say a word for a moment, just panting and holding onto each other. Finally Rudy pulls your wet hair back and kisses your forehead.

"you ok, sweetie" he gently asks cupping your face, looking at your fucked out face. He smiles.

"yeah" you chuckle "I'm good, I'm amazing right now"

Rudy laughs and kisses you gently, then pulls you up and off him. Both of you hiss from the sensitivity. He takes off the condom and throws it in a bag in back seat. It was still raining, from what you could tell through the fogged over windows. He helps you back in your seat, sinces your legs weren't really working properly, making him smirk. You put your bathing suit back on.

"alright let's get you home so I can fuck you properly in a bed" Rudy comments as he backs the truck up.

"oh" you laugh " round two, huh"

"oh baby we're just getting started" he smiles at you and winks.

Tagging moots @princessmaybank @blueicequeen19 @pankowperfection @starfxkr @haven247 @echobx @rafesthroatbaby @drudyslut @babygorewhore

[pagerunner-j]

All right, all right. This is a bad idea! I've been trying not to cross these streams for a long time! But: fuck it. Who fics ahead!

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Long story short: I used to write under another pen name. I stopped using it and deleted my old journal after some personal crap, which still makes me feel sad and stupid, and I'd wanted at the time to scrub the slate clean. Some of what's still kicking around under my old username, though, includes stories at whofic.com, which predates AO3 and still exists, doing its Whovian thing.

So after recent fandom flashbacks, I've been rereading my old stuff. Which has been...interesting!

Obligatory disclaimer: oh, god, do I want to edit everything. These date back as far as 2005, and so certain old habits linger, like the fact that I hadn't yet gotten over my torrid love affairs with the semicolon and the ellipsis. I want to fix the occasional dips into overwrought nonsense. I'm also looking at some of the more adult content and thinking, "Okay, that went from 0-60 a wee bit fast. Calm the hell down, self."

BUT: there's also stuff here I like! And about which I'm thinking "crap, I used to be good at this," because I can never leave myself alone!

Anyway, here's a few stories from the "this does not shame me" pile, plus notes:

Gen

Translations (Ten/Rose) Original description: There are some things the TARDIS doesn't translate, and some secrets of the Doctor's left unexplained. Rose is setting out to find out why. 

Probably the best thing of mine on this archive, and one of the most developed narratives. The sneaky, sneaky merchant, whose storyline never quite gets resolved (on purpose), was one of my better ideas. The other was Rose interpreting the TARDIS console's layout as looking like a Gallifreyan word. And, for that matter, Rose's name looking like an actual flower. Thank you, DW designers, for a completely impractical but extremely cool-looking written language. Also, the fact that the marketplace has thirteen floors, and they were on the tenth? Yeah, yeah, that was on the nose. I note that since then, the showrunners have thrown the Doctor's thirteen-regenerations limit out the window, for perfectly understandable reasons, but it was still kicking around at the time.

Roundabout (Nine/Rose) Original description: Time and possibilities keep turning. an exploration of the Doctor and Rose's relationship throughout the series. Spoilers for all [first season] episodes.

The other one that I'd file under "hey, you wrote a story! And it's not bad! Good job, self!" file. I really loved Nine and Rose, and I went to town with it here. I also got completely self-indulgent in a few places. As one does. The scene at the club is my favorite on that account. This quip of Jack's to the Doctor was, among other things, a sidelong nod to a few of my feelings about American polarization, and believe me, It's worse now: "It's Saturday night. We're in one of the last great cities of post-Dissolution America. And the most handsome man in the club has just bought you an Electric Comet. Do yourself a favor. Get drunk." Also, the reason Rose thinks she knows the music that's playing is that it's 110% a quote from a Billie Piper song. I don't think anybody ever noticed, but it's there.

Outgeniused (or: How to Get Fired From the Apple Store in Three Easy Steps) (Ten, OC) Original description: Kate Stowe's seen a lot of strange problems come up at the Genius Bar, but this one qualifies as the strangest she's seen yet. Presenting a bit of shameless insanity, featuring the Doctor, a race of aliens with quite inconvenient taste, and several unorthodox ways to break your iPod's warranty. (In other words: crackfic ahead!)

I really wasn't kidding about that last line. This one is unabashed ridiculousness, inspired by your author doing a seasonal stint in Apple retail that left a goddamn mark. Sadly, the Doctor never swung by my store. A lot of real-life tidbits did make their way into this story, though. And despite all odds, it's got a plot! Fun facts (for nerds): the product line was accurate as of the time I wrote this. The iPod shuffle disclaimer I was talking about? That was absolutely a thing. And my favorite line is still the Doctor apologizing for not getting AppleCare, because I had to pitch that to so many people. I have never once bought it for myself. No regrets. Don't tell Tim. Also, apparently the UK really has gone all-in on Black Friday since I wrote this. I have to ask: why? Why must you import the worst of our capitalistic excesses? You really didn't have to! Le sigh.

The Naughty Bits

A Matter of Timing (Ten/Rose) Original description: In matters of love, sex and the technicalities thereof, somebody better be thinking ahead. Rose/Ten, post-Journey's End.

Short, sweet, and silly. This one's about Rose and the clone of Ten off in their parallel universe, and exists for the sake of the conversation they're having, which is in part about the mechanics of that whole cloning thing. Although it's mostly about the sex. Which they are absolutely and enthusiastically having the whole damn time. ("Haven't ever seen that on a clock" is still my favorite line.)

Slightly Psychic Confessions (Nine/Rose/Jack) Original description: Getting caught with slightly psychic paper in one's hands can be a dangerous thing indeed.

Like it says on the tin. 90% of the reason this was written was so I could play with the props, and the dialogue (both spoken and psychically transcribed) is the part I most enjoy, although I've been told the rest of it's pretty okay too. ...yes, the rest of it is a threesome. Stop looking at me like that.

Selfish Dreams (Ten/Rose) Original description: Wherein solutions to lingering nightmares lead to a different sort of sleeplessness. Slightly spoilery through "The Satan Pit."

Sometimes I get creepy, even with characters I love and will ship forever. This one was mostly me thinking through some of the...potentially fraught...implications of Ten's psychic abilities, and is one of my "I guess I'm preoccupied with nightmares and dreams, because I'm gonna come back to that in a few different ways" stories in this archive. Anyway, none of what they're up to here is what I'd consider a good idea. At least Rose enjoyed herself, though.

Forgetting the Nightmare (Nine/Jack) Original description: In which neither the Doctor nor Jack can get any sleep, but for very different reasons.

As I was saying. This is about a plot point from the show I'd forgotten about since writing this: Jack's two years of missing memory. (So, yes, apparently mine's missing too. It's been A LONG TIME, okay?) He's having some issues coming to terms with that. So how do I decide to have them address it? Boinking on the TARDIS floor, apparently. ...ahem. Anyway, as is the case with a lot of the shit I wrote, it's a little emotionally messy. It also hints at a few things that are still very much up for interpretation. Less in need of puzzling out is that yes, the two lost years are represented by the two burned-out lights on the console they're trying to fix, because I am occasionally as subtle as a brick.

Beyond Locked Doors (Ten/Reinette) Original description: A glimpse into Reinette's memories and dreams throughout the events of "The Girl in the Fireplace."

Yeah, this is one of those that dips into being overwrought, and yes, my inner editor is bitching at me about sacrificing clarity in the process. But writing from Reinette's POV was a fun exercise. It's a very different flavor from everything else here. Also, just to get this stated, you still can't tell me that the "dance with me" line in the show and those two disappearing off screen together wasn't also Moffat being subtle as a brick with his metaphors, so I still feel justified in writing this one. The (implied) sex was canon and I will die on that hill.

So Brief, In Bloom (Ten/Reinette) Original description: Wherein the Doctor thinks of other ways this could have gone.

And now...things go south. I'm pretty sure I'm the only weirdo who cared about this story. It is, let's be fair, also weird. This is about Ten being haunted by the idea of what might have happened if he did get Reinette to come along with him, and what the ramifications of that change might be. Not overtly stated, but it's there, is that in this alternate timeline, Rose didn't take well to this idea, and eventually left. The result is some Seriously Conflicted Feelings. And some ill-advised attempts at banishing them. I once got a comment on my old journal from somebody who didn't understand the last line. it's oblique on purpose, and you're invited to imagine your own version, but what was going on in my head was that back in the actual timeline, Ten absolutely had his way with Rose against that very same wall to try to scrub the idea of the other timeline out of his head. Considering that the wayward strand of hair he found could have belonged to either her or Reinette, though? It...didn't exactly help.

A Laugh Like Thunder (The Master/Lucy) Original description: The Master and Lucy on the eve of destruction, thinking of what's to come. (Spoilers through "The Sound of Drums.")

I'm including this here solely because I'd forgotten about it until I trawled back through my archive, and was thus smacked upside the head with the facts that A: it existed at all, B: this thing went places, and C: I started it off with, "On the eve of destruction, the Prime Minister tied his wife to the bedposts and began to think of another man." Go off, self.

[comeonblub]

i do this thing where i write notes about my knowledge of a new media before starting it, my experience during it, and then my perspective after (if i finish)

separately, ive also been losing my mind about Outer Wilds for well over a week now. ive decided i want to share it

(if you notice that it's been years since ive posted on here no you didn't)

also if you haven't played the game, i recommended you do not read this and instead go download Outer Wilds

spoilers below

NOTES: Outer Wilds / before playing

- has that one song with annoying whistling that i always skip when it shows up on Spotify

- that one person i follow on Tumblr absolutely loves it it's like their favourite game

- seems like it might be emotional or something?

- uhhhh space aliens? i think??

NOTES: Outer Wilds / start playing

- omg the controls SUCk

- oh IM the alien

- lag lag lag and very not keyboard friendly (yes im playing with a keyboard no i don't have a controller)

- ...

- okay keybind + graphics adjustments, and ive made it ever so slightly better

- i do not want to talk to you

- I DO NoT know what i am supposed to be doing what what what

- maybe i shouldve talked to people

- uhhhhh did I do that?

- the world explodes and dies. why. bc of me?

- UHHh

- oh hey the game references the fact i died lol

- okay Doing this again i guess and won't repeat the thing that killed me i think

- don't fucking TouCH that thing it explodes worlds

- okay okay im getting good info i think def don't want to die this time unless i can save

- do i save at that one statue? let's try

- WAIT FUCK FUCK The World's exploding again WHY

- BUHHHH

- "you're lucky im in a timeloop because otherwise I'd be super dead" – LMAO OKAY I MAY BE WON OVER

- okay so the explosions are independent of me. im going back to that thing and fucking around w/ it

- ...

- 15 Hours Into Game

- brittle hollow and i are besties now

- the lore is intricate ain't it. at times i feel like i understand everything. at others im completely lost. if there's a strategy here i don't know it. im just compelled to explore

- the Southern Observatory kinda went off tho with that visual and music combo

- the Fucking Moon

- i got stuck in anglerfish overlook w/ rising sand and just had to wait to die by being scrunched on the ceiling. absolutely worst way to go was awful and i hated it

- 22 min......

- reading explanations that completely recontexutalizes things i'd took for granted or previously ignored is a trip and a half

- my worldview gets shattered every other loop, millions dead but don't worry death means nothing

- like "the sun station",.. oh. "22 min interval"... OH

- i don't know what else to do here

- giants deep whomst ive ignored

- THERES ANOTHER PERSON WHO STUCK IN THIS TIMELOOP WITH ME?

- !!!

- gabbro my beloved

- hhhngg these puzzles.. am i missing something. should i know it now. will i learn it later. the stupid watery core and electricity...

- ...

- 25 Hours Into Game

- i know this galaxy

- i know it intimately

- but there are some places that are just so stupidly challenging to get to. i get there once. i never want to have to do it again. (giants deep core– once. sun station– once. coleus' lakebed quantum cave– twice. centre of the interloper– twice. the vessel– once. high energy lab– twice.)

- ...

- quantum moon whoag

- uh hm what

- YOURE ALIVE

- solanum i love u

- "think of you as a friend" PLS CAN I HUG

- ...

- 30+ HOURS INTO GAME

- i figured out the ash twin core

- i chickened out of taking the thing to do other things instead. achievement hunting.

- it's simply much too scary. no fallback. what happens if no core, no loop

- oh

- .. oh

- fucking hell i didn't realize how much id become dependent on the safety net of a timeloop. of like, functional immortality

- the fear of the unknown. of something new. of actual death

- ...

- well then

- FINISHING MAIN GAME

- i took the core. i left the ash twin project.

- music immediately begins kicking up into something new and emotional and anticipatory

- I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS MORE TO DO

- i panic and warp back to ask twin project. return the core to the machine

- what a wuss. but i feel better

- think think think think

- where Have I Seen that before. the core

- okay i have an idea of what to do but. fear

- I PRACTICE. Practice! i do 3+ runs to test getting past those Fucking FISH

- AND THEN DO IT FOR REAL

- screaming and crying

- BUT I SUCCEED

- whhhjhb whoaggh

- eye...

- HhhHhh quantummmm

- what

- what

- what

- a guy

- what

- ... euuuu cry mine friendsss

- ayy the fucking hell im emotional

- goddamn. What A Game. that music. holy shit

- ...

NOTES: Outer Wilds / post playing

- even as i did the ending there was still a small part of me that thought... i can save them

- ... (there will be a way to save them)

- there wasn't of course. and it hurt. but... not in a completely bad way

- it's like. the small flickering hope i felt at the end of all things, it still meant something. it still got me TO the end

- i know it was just a game but. it makes me think

- ...

- BONUS Saga of me accomplishing achievements: the fact that i later was able to break reality and also talk to myself in game was fun and cool and sexy

- i WILL be playing DLC but i need to recover

[elusive---ivory]

Stupid Piece of Shit (Creepypasta)

Hello fellow gamers, it's been a long time since I've written a fic about creepypasta. I'd thought I'd write about Jeff since he's been on my mind lately- Starring: Jeff the Killer, Ben Drowned, and Andi

Based on the Bojack Horsemen episode Trigger Warning: Depression, Mentions of Suicide, Mania, Mentions of Murder, Mention of drugs.

'You're a stupid piece of shit.' That was Jeff's first thought. Right when he woke up, he had his own voice echoing in his head. 'You're a stupid piece of shit. Why the hell are you even awake.'

He headed downstairs. This home was a run-down manor in the middle of the wood. The wood of the house was partially caved in and there was nothing he could do about it. He was crashing in places. He didn't really have a choice considering the fact that he's a murder.

'You forgot to go shoplifting again. You stupid idiot.' Jeff rolled his eyes. There wasn't much he could do because he had spent his last twenty dollars on a bag of weed. He grumbled, grabbing a black mask before walking out. 'It would so much easier to just kill myself.'

He began to scowl at the general population. He hated the world. He hated how it made him. He was simply a child when it all started, but he was stuck walking down his path of leading his own self-destruction. Finally, he made it to the convenience store.

The cashier seemed intimidated by this large fellow. Her eyes followed him around the store. This wasn't the first time she had seen the man. He'd spend a long time looking at the slushies as they swished and swooshed around in the machine. She slowly went up to the man, tapping on his shoulder. "Hey, are you gonna buy something?"

"Huh?" Jeff looked down, noticing the small cashier. "Yeah, I'm just getting a slushie." 'You came here for food, you piece of shit.'

The cashier nodded, eyeing him funny. "Well, I figured you've been staring at the machine for an hour."

Jeff glared, thinking to himself. 'Oh, my bad, your highness. This bitch is noisy. I should totally kill her.'

"I just came over to see if you need help." The cashier looked away from the man's menacing glare.

His glare shifted. He shook away his thoughts. "Uh, no, thanks." He looked down at her nametag. "Andi?"

The cashier chuckled nervously. "It's not a problem. I'm gonna go back to the register." She used a step stool to stand at the register.

'She thinks you're fucking creepy. You dumb fuck. Why can't you just act normal? You'd think people would befriend you if they knew who you really are. You fucking suck.' Jeff rolled his eyes once again. The voice in his head was deafening. It was getting louder and louder.

Jeff poured himself a cherry-flavored slushie, and approached the counter. He checked his pockets, and there was nothing in them. He sighed. "Alright. How much did you say it was?"

The cashier sighed. "You know, what. You can just take it."

Jeff raised an eyebrow. "Really? You're serious?"

"Yeah, I'll pay for it, man. I hope you have a nice night!" The cashier smiled brightly.

Jeff took the slushie and walked out of the store. He was baffled. 'Someone was nice to me...' He thought. 'Andi... that's their name..'

He walked up to the house. It is still condemned as before. The only plus about the place is that it still had electricity. He walked over to the bag of weed he had sitting on the couch. The bag was there, but there wasn't any weed left. He growled, turning on his Nintendo 64.

"Ben, you're gonna be one sorry bastard." He growled.

A very high Ben appeared through the screen. "And, what are gonna do about it? Kill me?"

In a fit of rage, Jeff broke the controller.

[blue-moon-writes-crap]

Zephyr (Gojo x OC) - Chapter 4

Description (Mirae's POV) - Being a trainee and being cut right before debuting was hard. Then being set as the manager for the same group? A whole different thing that I wasn’t ready to take. I just don’t know if it’s good or bad? I guess the best thing I could do is do my job, support my friend and hope for the best.

⚠️TW⚠️: Swearing

I DO NOT own Jujutsu Kaisen or any of the characters (Except Mirae, Yui & Inori who are MY OCs).

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A month had passed since the whole situation. Mirae’s new job was going well and she was regularly talking to her friends. One night, she was just talking to Satoru, the usual random shit they usually talk about. “Hey, Mirae, would you by any chance wanna hang out at my place for a songwriting sesh? I’ve been working on a new song for the group and I know you like to write.” He asked. Mirae thought for a second and agreed. “Would the 14th work? It’s my day off and my schedule is clear” Mirae suggested. Gojo checked his schedule and texted his manager about the same and once he got the okay, he confirmed that he was good a little after lunch.

A few days later, it was finally the 14th, Gojo’s schedule was busy as hell, at the least and his room was an absolute mess. He overslept and woke up at ten, leaving him with 4 hours to clean his room and the rest of the dorm. He was the only one there that day, since the others were off doing their own things. Gojo started cleaning right after getting ready, skipping breakfast. He finished by twelve and passed out on the couch, he was getting at most five hours of sleep at night. Being the leader of “BRiLLiaNT BLue” meant that he had to put in more work. 

Gojo’s nap was broken by a knock at the door. He got up and checked who it was. “Hey Satoru. How are you?” Mirae greeted with a smile. He greeted her back with a small “Hello” and invited her in. Satoru noticed that she was carrying a guitar case and wearing a backpack, which looked kinda heavy, so he quickly showed her to the living room and said she could place it everywhere. They soon started writing their songs.

A while later, Mirae finished her song and had a bassline in her head. “Hey, Satoru, Do you mind if I take out my bass? I don’t wanna bother you or the rest of your group.” She asked. “I don’t mind, the guys are out right now and I’d like to hear what you have.” He replied. Mirae took out her electric bass and started playing, slowly adjusting as she went. Once she got it perfect, she started singing the lyrics. Satoru was surprised how good her voice was and looked at her in awe. In the middle of the song she abruptly stopped. “Fuck, that doesn’t sound right.” This surprised Satoru, it sounded fine to him. “What do you mean? It sounds fine to me.” Mirae explained that it just didn’t sound like she planned. She opened up her laptop, pulled up a drum beat website. She created a beat and asked Satoru if he found it okay. He liked it so she started playing along to it again. This time, it sounded right and way better than the last time. Once she finished, Satoru had no words. It took him a moment to find his words. “T-that was amazing. You should really try out to be an idol.” Mirae laughed bitterly. “I did, but I didn’t make the final four. I was cut right before the group debuted.” He was surprised. “Which group?”

“”Lyra”. Their music and aesthetic wasn’t for me anyways.” Satoru’s expression turned into one of shock. There was just silence, but that was broken by a stomach growl. It was Satoru. “You wanna eat?” She asked, Satoru nodded in response. “By the way, are you doing okay? I didn’t get to say this before but you were stopping yourself from sleeping.” As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he couldn’t deny it to her. “Okay, then I’ll cook. Don’t tiring yourself out more because of a small task.” He took her offer and they headed to the kitchen. Satoru sat on the island stool, while resting his head on his hands, as he watched Mirae cook. He slowly drifted off to sleep.

“Satoru, wake up you dumbass. Lunch is ready.” He slowly started to wake up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Mirae was just inches away from him.  Satoru shot up, yelling “I’m awake”, while blushing. She handed him his plate and a pair of chopsticks. “I added cheese to your’s so it hopefully won’t be too spicy.” He thanked her for the meal and dug in. “It’s really good! What is it?” He asked. “Tteokbokki, a Korean food. My dad learned how to make it from my mom’s mother. This was the version he made if he didn’t have the Korean ingredients. Making it brought back a lot of memories.” A smile formed as she remembered the memories. “Here.” Satoru said, offering a bite. Mirae refused, but he managed to convince her. As he continued eating, a question popped up in his mind. “Were you close with your dad?” Satoru asked. “Yeah, he was an amazing father and my biggest inspiration to pursue music… What was your’s?” Satoru sighed before replying. “To see the world. I was usually stuck at home a lot, and I had no other company besides my mother and this little brat named Megumi and his sister Tsumiki. Our mothers were friends, so when his parents passed, my parents took in him and his sister.” He explained. “But I was alway bored and I just felt, you know, lonely.”

After he was done, they both did the dishes and Mirae decided to leave so Satoru could get some rest. She was about to leave, when Satoru called out for her. “W-wait. I can put in a recommendation for you at my agency, then maybe you’ll be able to get a good start in the industry.” Mirae thought about it, but declined. “Your agency and the one I used to work for are each other’s biggest competition, and I don’t wanna seem petty.” She explained. “Hey, don’t worry about them or what they think. If you want to take this chance, then okay. If you don’t, I’ll respect your choice.” After a bit more thinking she decided to accept. “I’ll accept. Thank you so much Satoru! I’ll buy  you a cake as a thank you. I hope it’s enough.” She said as she hugged him. Satoru just blushed and patted her back. “No need to thank me. You deserve a shot at this.” They then both said their goodbyes and left. 

Once Mirae was out of the building, she called Shoko. Once she heard the news, she was overjoyed! She did end up buying him a cake and Gojo did act like he ate 5 bags of sugar.

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Zephyr Masterlist

[herofics]

hi! um, i'm not sure if you've done something similar to this or not. but, well. and, if you're uncomfortable with the request it's okay if you don't want to write it

Could I request a Hawks scenario with s/o who is struggling financially, but hides it from Hawks because the s/o feels embarassed and doesn't want to burden Hawks, but eventually the s/o breaks down crying in front of Hawks because they have no idea what to do anymore? Thank you so much!!

I get my bills to my email, but the whole paper thing had more of a flare so I went with that

Keigo wasn’t supposed to come over, so you had pretty much spread all your bills and notices on the kitchen table, to try to figure out which ones you could afford right now.

By the time you had gotten through half the papers, you’d come to the conclusion you couldn’t afford rent next month, and this month's electricity bill was about to come due which you could barely afford, if you didn’t eat much for the rest of the month.

“Fuck” you hissed as you felt the tears beginning to sting your eyes.

How the hell were you going to manage?

You heard the front door lock rattle, as someone pushed the key in and opened the door.

You sprung up and started to gather all the papers, shoving them into the binder they had been in but you weren’t quick enough, and some of them were still on the table when Keigo walked in. He picked up one of the papers that had fallen to the floor and started reading it before you managed to snatch it out of his hands.

Keigo just stood there while you gathered the rest of the papers and tried not to cry. He knew something had been going on, but he didn’t know you were struggling this much. He walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked.

“Yeah” you sniffled, before turning around and hugging him tightly and starting to sob.

Keigo just held you while you cried out your frustrations.

“It’s gonna be okay, I’m here” he whispered as he caressed your back.

You eventually calmed down and sat back down on the chair, leaning your elbows on your knees and lowering your head.

“What the fuck am I gonna do?” you muttered, not raising your head.

Keigo knelt down and lifted your chin with two fingers so you were looking at him.

“We’ll figure it out, I want to help you” he said and put his hand on your knee now that you were meeting his eyes.

“How? I can’t afford rent next month and I don’t even have enough to pay all my bills this month” you said, the tears starting to well up again.

“Hey, please don’t cry” Keigo said gently.

“I just don’t know what to do”

“You could… move in with me?” Keigo suggested carefully.

“I don’t want to be a burden to you” you said quietly.

“You’re not and you never will be” Keigo assured.

If you were being totally honest with yourself, moving in with Keigo sounded like an amazing idea.

“Are you absolutely sure you want me to?” you asked.

“I am. To be honest I’ve been wanting to bring it up for a while now, because I would really love to live with you” he said, getting a bit flustered.

“I’m still going to pay half the rent, I don’t want you to think I’m a freeloader” you said sternly.

“No you’re not, I don’t even pay any rent, the hero safety commission pays for the place anyway” he smirked.

“Really?”

“Yep”

“Will the safety commission give me permission to live with you?” you asked, wanting to make sure he had thought this through.

“They won’t have a choice if they want me to work for them”

“You would really go against them for me, for us?”

“Baby, I would go against anyone for you” he smiled and stood up, pulling you up with him.

“Are you 100% sure you want to do this? I want this but I also don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do”

“Yes, I am and you won’t be able to change my mind” he grinned widely.

“I’ll still pay for my own stuff like my phone bill and such” you said sternly, looking him in the eyes with conviction.

“We can work out all that stuff later. You’re gonna go email your landlord that you’ll be gone by the end of the month and I’m gonna help you pack all your stuff. Not right now but like the next week or so” he was already planning excitedly.

“I love you Keigo” you said and kissed him on the cheek, hugging him tightly.

“I love you too, and you’re gonna be just fine” he chuckled, smiling widely as you peppered his face with kisses.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Tom questions you

Tom Grant x Plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

I really like this series. I know that Eddie fics are loads better. But I needed a small break from them. It broke my heart writing Decisions, decisions. Thank you for your patience

Warnings: 18+, angst, language, arguing, and fellatio.(male receiving) 

Part 4

Summary: morning after leads to uncomfortable separation. Tom need to know if you love him.

😮‍💨❓❤️‍🩹

Tom woke at the sound of his watches alarm. He looked through groggy eyes and shut it off. Just now realizing you were not on his chest anymore. Rubbing his eyes with one hand he felt for you with the other. But you were gone. He sat up and looked around . The embers in the fireplace still provide a bit of light. But you weren't there. He was worried that you ran off. And he laid there for a while to see if you would come back. Then he looked at his watch again. Oh it's breakfast time. You must have gone to cook.

So he found his clothes and put them on. Putting out the fire and grabbing the blanket and pillows. Once he dropped them off he went to the kitchen. But sadness fell on him when you weren't there either. He went to your room and it was unlocked. He peaked in but you weren’t there.

He was now concerned. Where else could you have gone? He couldn't keep searching for you. He had to find out what happened to the generator and get the power going.

He check his cell and the battery was low. He had a text from the power company saying power should be restored later that evening. The cold winds from last night knocked out some power lines.

He opened up a new message and texted you . Asking where you were.

He locked his phone and put it in his back pocket. Making his way to the large garage that held boats and all the rec vehicles. He went for the generator when his cellphone buzzed. He pulled it out and saw your name. As soon as he swiped it open his phone die.

" Fucking hell! I can't believe this!" He shouted.

Well at least you weren't avoiding him. But, where did you go?

Tom finally got the generator working again. The buzz of the electricity filled the lodge. Making his way back he saw you coming through the door with bags. He was happy to see you.

"Hey you fixed it." You said with a cheeky smile.

Tom jogged over to you. Helping with the bags.

"yeah thought you left me." He went to kiss you but you moved so his kiss landed on your cheek instead. He pulled back and furrowed his brow at you.

"Later ok?" You said in a hushed tone.

He was confused but nodded. He helped carried the supplies in. He heard you instructed others to get started on meal prep and that you would be back. As you walked by him you grabbed his hand pulling him towards your room. He just stared at your backside grinning.

He shut the door behind him and you went to grab a bottle of water. Pulling out a brown paper bag out of your hand bag.

" you didn't text me back."

" I'm sorry love. My phone died. I didn't even get a chance to read it." He made his way you and held you.

"I had to go into town and get a morning after pill. We uh don't carry them in the general store. And I just decided to pick up a few more things that we needed."

" and here I am thinking I was that bad at sex."

You laughed. " Oh God no. That was...it just was."

He moved to kiss you. And you let him. After a few moments you took a break.

"Why didn't you let me kiss you earlier?"

You pulled back just a bit but he wasn't planning on letting you go anytime soon.

" I'm just not ready for anyone to know just yet. I don't know what this is."

" what do you mean? Do you not want to be with me?" Tom loosened his hold on you.

" I don't know what I want right now."

" I don't understand. Do you not like me? If you didn't like me then why did we have sex last night." He said backing away.

You sat on your bed and didn't say anything.

"Well?"

" Thomas I'm sorry... I can't."

"What the hell do you mean you can't?"

You looked at your feet not responding.

"Y/n what the hell?! Now you're not going to talk to me?"

You just sat there.

" why are you treating me like you do everyone else?" He pleaded for an answer.

" I'm sorry ok. Don't you know that it kills me not being able to talk to you about what’s going on in my head? Like I just can't. Everyone always wanted me to open up to them and I can't. Like I'm sorry that I have trust issues that caused me to do this. I'm sorry that the people I open up to just leave me."

" I not gonna leave you y/n."

"No! Stop it! My husband said the same thing and I needed him. I fucking needed him and he chose to leave me. He chose not to do chemo. He would rather die than to feel sick. And what did he leave me with? A broken heart with some money. I never wanted his money. I wanted him. And I hate him for it. For lying to me. For saying he loved me and he would always be here. I hate him for making me this way. I hate that now I can't let myself be happy with you because I’m afraid."

" What’s there to be afraid of?”

Your silence continued.

“Just talk to me. We can figure something out" he came and sat on the bed next to you

"I don't want to figure things out."

" Why?" He was now on the verge of tears.

" Because I love you! Because I'm in love with you. Is that what you wanted to hear? I love you ok. And I don't know how to do this.... It's not right."

His face softened " what's not right?"

" This....us..." You said wiping your tears.

" what wrong with us being together?"

" Because Thomas.... I'm starting to love you they way I loved him." You pointed at a picture you had of your late husband."

He was at a loss for words.

" I love you ok. I love being around you. You make me smile so much. I love the way your ridiculously big brown eyes look at me. I love it when you smile. When you hold me." Your voice broke. " I've lost so much already. And I can't lose you too...I won't,"

He pulled you in and wrapped his arms around you. Kiss the top of your head. "You're not going to lose me. Ever. Because y/n I love you too. And I want this. I know that it's not going to be easy. But if you give me you're heart. I promise. I will do everything I can to keep it safe."

...

After a bit he was able to calm you down. You left to go back to work and he went to his room grab things to shower. While he was in there he was worried about you. He felt awful for forcing you to admit your feels for him. He did that once and it didn't work out well for him. He was afraid to lose you too. He felt like he put a wedge between you two. How was he going to fix this?

Later that night he was waiting by your door for you. You gave him a halfhearted smile. And it hurt him to see you struggle with your love for him.

You stopped in front of him. " I'm sorry Thomas. I'm sorry for not speaking sooner. It’s just hard for me to show how I feel."

He embraced you. "Y/n I know. But please forgive me. I never wanted to make things harder for you. I wanted to tell you that I love you for a while. But I was frightened. There's so much I wish to tell you but I don't want to push you into something your not ready for." He kissed the top of your head.

You pulled away just enough to meet his gaze" Tom I don't know what is going to happen between us. But I do know that I don't like it when we are apart. It's not that I’m not ready it's just I'm afraid. I'm afraid of how badly I want you. I know you didn't sign up for this. But please be patient with me. I have gone through so much these past years. And I just feel like I don't deserve this again. "

"You do though. You are the kindest person I've ever met. You deserve so much more than this. And if you let me I'll prove it. Everyone loves you. My parents love you. I love you.... So let me be yours. And I swear that I'll keep you safe and happy."

You nodded and he kissed you. Only pausing to breathe. He met your forehead with his.

" Alright you two you know the rules. No PDA in the halls."

You guys looked over and saw Lisa grinning at the both of you.

" It's about damn time. Looks like I won the bet."

"what bet?" You asked.

" That you two were going to get together."

" What? You guys took bets that we would end up together or not?" Tom said

" Please boy. We all want to see you together. It was a bet on timing. Mine was last night. When I saw you guys laying together, then leave I was all 'Fuck yeah!" you guys got me 500 bucks."

You both laughed.

" Now break it up. Or go to your room." Lisa winked and left.

" You see love. Everyone wants us to be together." Tom said while tucking your hair behind your ear.

" No PDA Thomas." You giggled.

" common" he said pulling you into his room.

...

A week later Tom was fixing a clogged drain in the kitchen when he heard you on the phone. You sounded upset. He went out to see you pacing in the mess hall in a screaming match with whomever was on the other end.

" NO! THAT'S RIDICULOUS!" You paused to listen. " Why now?!...Are you serious?!"

He went towards you and you looked up at him. You were definitely upset. You shook your head at him listening intently. " Alright I'll figure something out. Thanks mom. Love you...bye"

" What's wrong love?"

You were visibly shaking. Your fists were clenched and breathing harshly.

" I have to go home."

" What? Why?"

You sighed trying to calm down. " His parents are trying to sue me for the house....they want everything."

" What?"

" It's not that I wouldn't give it to them. I would give them everything. It's just they should have just talked to me. Not send papers to my mom. They haven't bothered talking to me since the funeral. And now they are doing this."

" He left everything to you. If he wanted them to have it, he would have left them something."

" That's just it. He did leave them a lot. They just want it all. They kept all his things. I just kept my ring and the photo album. You know, I actually had to fight for them. He left them more than he left me. The only thing I really have is the house we bought together. They want his half."

"No that's not right."

" I want to give it to them. His parents and his little sister live in some trailer in the middle of no where. I thought maybe his sister could have an actual room instead of a small couch."

" What? What did they do with the stuff he left them?"

" Fuck of I know. Probably used it on drugs and gambling. " They asked me once to pay for his sister college tuition. And I sent them a check. But she never went."

" That's fucking stupid. They're using you."

" I know it. But he would want me to help them."

"No he wouldn't. He knew how they were. You deserve everything he gave you."

" I don't want it Thomas. I don't need it. I'm perfectly fine here."

" Don't you want to settle down and have a home some where? Or maybe travel."

" Well yeah. But not if this is going to cause more problems."

" No that's shit. You are going to fight it. I'll help."

" Thomas I have to do this on my own."

" No you don't. You have me now. And I'm going to make sure no one hurts you. I don't care who they are."

" Thomas you're only going to add fuel to the fire. If they know I'm seeing someone they aren't going to let up. They are gonna say that I never loved him. That all I was in it for was his money."

" That's not true though. What were you supposed to do? Not move on with your life? That's just ridiculous. We will make them see this differently. You're not that person."

" Thomas please. I can handle this. Just let me do this my way ok."

" You don't have to do this alone." He pleaded

" I know. Thank you for that. But I have to do this." You said while hugging him.

" Fine. When are you leaving?"

"I'm gonna try and find a flight for tomorrow."

"What?! That soon?" He pulled away to look at you.

" The sooner I get this done the faster I can get back to you."

He nodded. He didn't want you to go. He wanted to come with you. But you were very stubborn and he knew there was nothing he could say to change your mind. He had to fix that. You never let anyone help you. And you never asked for it. You were very strong willed. And he loved that about you but sometimes it made him feel useless.

...

He drove you to the small airport and watched as you left. He didn't know why but he got the feeling like he wasn't going to see you again. He shook it off and went back to the lodge.

He barely talked to you for the next 2 months. You were always too busy to talk. You had decided to sell the house and give them the money from it. He protested but you weren't having it. Sure it wasn't his place to tell you what to do. But he couldn't stand the fact that they were taking advantage of you. He wanted you home. But from the sounds of it you hadn't planned on coming back anytime soon.

Spring was approaching and everyone was getting ready for summer. Cleaning and prepping the campers. Frank asked if him if you two would be sharing one. And he didn't even know if you were going to be back before season started. So he said that you would. He gathered all your things and found places to store the little bit you had. You really didn't have much. He noticed that you just lived so simply. You didn't even have make-up. He noticed before but it never dawned on him how much you didn't care for useless things. The only things you had that weren't necessities were books, a tattered one eye dragon pillow pet that your mom gave to you when you were younger and a Harry Potter wand your late husband gave you for Christmas one year. The box was never opened. You said that you didn't want to break it. So he put it in a safe place. He finished unpacking and went outside to smoke. He heard a side by side approach. He thought it was someone coming to find him to fix something. But it wasn't.

" Hey Thomas." You said pulling up and stepping out.

" Oh my god you're here." He tossed his cigarette and ran to hug you. Lifting you just a bit.

You giggled and kissed him.

" Yuck. You stink!" You said scrunching your nose when he put you down.

" Sorry I wasn't expecting you. Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?"

" I wanted to surprise you. But hold on when did you start smoking?" You looked upset

" I uhh when you left."

" umm ok" you pushed him away

He didn't understand. Didn't you miss him?

" Stop smoking." You said firmly.

" I'm sorry I didn't know you hated it."

" Seriously?! You know they cause cancer right?"

Shit he hadn't thought about that. Of course you would be upset. He pulled out his half empty pack and lighter and walked to the garbage can and tossed them.

" There. All gone. I will never smoke another one again. I promise"

You smiled and went to him hugging him again.

" Geez please change and brush your teeth. You smell god awful."

He nodded and pulled you into the camper.

" uh what is my stuff doing in here?" You questioned as you made your way in.

" oh yeah umm I thought since we sleep together you would want to stay here with me. I hope that's a'right?"

You hesitated making him question if it was the right thing to do.

" uhh yeah it's fine. But living together...are you sure we are ready for that?"

" You don't want to?" He was concerned about your feelings for him. Had they changed when you left?

" No I do. But don't you think we are moving to fast?"

" Do you?"

" I mean yeah. We've been together for like 2 and a half months."

"3 months." He responded

" No we started dating before I went home,”

“No we started the night of the storm.” he reminded you.

“That doesn’t count”

“Oh yes it does.” he retorted “But if you don't want to live with me I can get the other camper ready for you." He hoped that you didn't want that.

" No it would be a waste. You know I'm just gonna come and sleep with you every night anyways."

" It's settles then. You're staying here." He smiled.

You returned it. " So umm I'm gonna get my bag and you shower. Then we can go to dinner."

He nodded and you gave him a kiss on the nose.

...

After a few days you guys found your rhythm. You were actually very easy to live with. You didn't use up all the hot water. And you constantly cleaned. You had supper ready for him when he came back. You would give him massages when he would get off work. You would always bring him back a piece of chocolate cake when you made of for dessert for the others. He loved the time before season. He got to see you so much. And he dreaded the summer. He knew you would be too busy for him. And all he wanted was to be around you. You would never come to visit him while he worked. You thought it would be distracting if you did. He wanted you all the time. You guys haven't had sex since the power outage. He wanted to but things kept happening or you left to handle your business. But it was the last day before summer and he was determined to have you again.

You were at the dining table finished up the menu for the guest when he came home. You looked up from your task and gave him a loving smile. He went to you to give you a kiss hello.

" I uhh just need to to print this out and we can watch a movie or something." You said

"Yeah I'm gonna wash up"

You nodded and looked back at your laptop. He was going to ask you to join him but the shower was too small for you both. So he hurried.

You were laying on the bed reading when he got out. He saw the title and raised his brow. '50 shades of Grey' oh yeah it was happening tonight. He crawled over your legs and you put the book down. You bit your lip positioning yourself to get comfortable under him. He kissed you and pressed himself against your core. You moaned at his touch. His heart was pounding. And he was at full length already. He was nipping at your neck when you pushed him away.

" What is it love? Don't you want to?"

" I do. But...it's my time of the month."

He hung his head. But brought it back up again with a smirk.

" No Thomas. I just washed these sheets. And that's just gross."

He pouted. But you refused. He rolled off and laid down letting a sound of frustration leave his lips.

That's when you got up and shimmied down the bed. He watched you pull down his boxers revealing himself. You ran your finger on his shaft making him shudder.

" you don't have-"

The looked you gave him made he stop talking. You wrapped your hand around him giving him a pump before spitting on his head. He threw his head back and groaned and you started stroking him. After a minute he felt your lips. He looked at you as you swirled your tongue around his head. Licking one long slow line along the underside of his phallus. 'Fuck' left his mouth. He watched as you moved between his legs on your knees to get a better angle. While stroking him you teased with your tongue. He was already close when you took him into your mouth. You were so warm and wet. He couldn’t hold back his groans. His hands held onto your head while you bobbed. The hollowing of your cheeks felt so good. You shoved him so far down your throat that you gagged. You pulled up to catch your breath. Before taking him in again. Nose presses against his curly pubic hair. Your soft hand cupping his balls, massaging them gently. Your moan sent him over the edge. Feeling him about to cum you removed your mouth and pumped him. Thick white ribbons shot out onto his stomach pooling on his mid-section. He flinched as you pumped the last of his love out and released your hand, after placing a small kiss on the tip of his Johnson.

" Better?" You asked looking at him while sitting up.

He was breathing hard and his words stumbled out of his mouth." l-loads. That- that was. Fuck! " It was all he could say.

He never had head feel that good before. Always either so sloppy or too much teeth. But you. You knew exactly what to do. He didn't even need to tell you to stroke faster or anything. You were so fucking perfect.

You smiled and pulled off your shirt to clean him up. Tossing it to the side when you were finished. You hand him his boxers and laid down in just your shorts and bra.

" You good?"

"s'good. So...what are we watching?"

" Is a scary one. 'Hereditary'" you said happily.

You really loved horror movies. Which was perfect because so did he.

" I know we've seen it before. But I just can't get enough of it. Something about not having a happy end is just fascinating. It's truly the scariest shit I've ever seen."

" I agree." He said pulling you into him.

You rested against him while turning on the movie.

“ Since it’s shark week I have one for you. Did you know you are more likely to get bitten by a New Yorker than a shark?”

“Are you serious?” Tom was baffled

“Yup. Crazy huh?”

You both laughed and sat waiting for the movie to start. 

" I love you Thomas."

He lifted your hand and pressed his lips to your knuckles. " No I love you."

...

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Can someone maybe write about Angie when she confesses her feelings and her point of view plss👉👈

thank you for the prompt! I was so happy to see the amount of love people were sending Angie and my little story for her! so of course, I had to write this other one as well! 

It's a sequel to YOU CAN HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE, hope you like it <3

S4 - 2600+ words - Angie/MC - Bia (crimswnred)

YOU CAN FEEL IT ON YOUR WAY HOME

That morning was one of the worst mornings Angie had during her stay in the Villa. Hazel had just broken up with Bruno after the pointless fight that made her sleep on the daybeds with Angie and a real long conversation between the couple on the Lovers' Nook, and there was nothing that could make her feel better. Not the breakfast from the rest of the islanders, not the sweet eyes Oliver was giving her, not even her newfound ability to make Youcef blush. 

Even though there was nothing that seemed to make her feel better, Angie kept trying to make her smile. There were intentional puns that she tried to pass as non-intentional, some manicure time for the girls and even a sing-a-long with Valentina, and yet Hazel didn't crack a single smile. 

The realisation hit Angie like a train at high speed, unexpectedly and wrecking, making her blood pump and her thoughts rush. She could see in now, even with the lights out, the way her body felt electric every time Hazel touched her, how the room would light up every time she has entered it, how her heart almost stopped every time Angie saw her with Bruno. It was so fucking obvious and yet she took almost a lifetime to realise it as if she was blind to what was right in front of her.

Not anymore though.

Angie was in love. And what a magnificent curse it was to be in love. Maybe it was the weirdest thing Angie had ever felt in her life but also it was the nicest one—sometimes, she was sure she was walking on air. Just being around Hazel made her feel warm and so happy that she could die right there and she would go happily. It was cheesy, unlike her, and so fucking nice, but also frightening. She was always afraid of it, how love could make you or break you and how people would fight and start wars over love. But right now, she felt as if she fell, maybe everything would be ok. Maybe Hazel would catch her.

"Hey, babes," Angie said as she sat down on the bean bag next to Hazel's. The other islanders were joking around, making fun of Dylan as he was nowhere to be found. "I was thinking we could maybe joke around?" 

Hazel raised her head to look Angie right in the eyes. She was wearing big sunglasses but Angie could still see her eyes through them, a little puffed from last night, but still beautiful. Her pink bikini hug her body in all the right places and her hair was now in a high ponytail that made her neck look even prettier. Angie had a hunch that the outfit was a statement that said: I may be single but I'm still the hottest girl here. And fucking hell, she was right. Once, Angie had mistaken those butterflies for envy. Now, she knew it was her body begging her to kiss Hazel.

"What do you have in mind?" Hazel said. Her voice was cracking just a little but she quickly recomposed.

"Maybe we could pull out a prank?" 

Hazel shot her a cheeky grin before standing and the two of them went back to the Villa. It took them a minute to come up with a good plan that could be done with what they had and when they finally went on with the execution part, it felt like Hazel was back in her body. They played pretend, going all on mission impossible mode—although Angie was not one to fool around like that, especially not on national television, how could she deny such a small request for such a pretty face?

Coming in and out of the Villa they brought all of Dylan's things to the lawn, not even caring if some of his socks were lost in the way (actually, Angie made sure that he had some pairings lost). The idea was simple and perhaps a little childish but it sure made Hazel smile and that was enough. With one melon and some clothes, they managed to make a fake Dylan. After what seemed to be just 15 minutes but turned out to be an hour, the two of them displayed the horrific doll to the rest of the Islanders.

"Looking terrible," Angie remarked.

"Much like his brother, then!" Hazel giggled. "Ugh, imagine thinking I would ever like Mr Straight White Man, for god's sake."

Angie chuckled, shaking her head. "You did like Mr Straight White Man but he was a comedian."

"Shut up," Hazel said, rolling her eyes but not looking mad at all.

"C'mere, let's go to the roof terrace."

The moon was starting to show up, just in time to see the sun shining through the last hours of the afternoon. From up there, they could still hear some of the voices coming from the lawn and laughter as the wind whispered them back. The light breeze announcing the end of the summer blew Angie's hair as she sat down on the bench against it. Soon enough their stay would end and Love Island would be just a bunch of memories. She needed to tell her. Otherwise…

Hazel plopped on the bench next to Angie, sitting so close that their legs would brush if one of them moved, even slightly. Hazel's hand worked its way to her hair, tucking the loose strands of it behind her ear, so unaware that she held Angie's heart on it and could demolish it whenever she felt like it. How could somebody's existence depend so much on another person? That was a question Angie was still looking for the answer to and yet, she would give her whole body for Hazel to keep. 

"So, we still haven't seen Dylan 1.0..."  Angie said as she watched the sun going down, bleeding orange all over.

"Oh, thank god." Hazel giggled as she twirled her hair in her index. "I bet he's hiding somewhere after we told him off." 

"Maybe he ran away scared?" Angie raised an eyebrow jokingly.

Hazel giggled again, so sweet that made Angie's cheeks burn.  "No such luck, babes." She said, her laughter lingering in her voice.

The orange sunlight painted Hazel's profile with its bright colours as she smiled at Angie, making her forget how to breathe. It was the shadow coming from her eyelashes, or maybe the way her nose tip twitched a little to the side, or even how she smiled warmly each time. She didn't know what exactly,  but something made her feel giddy.

"You are right, I'm sure there'll be a resolution to it." Angie nodded, trying not to look too breathless by everything Hazel did. As if it was possible.  "Speaking of resolutions, what are you planning to do now?" 

A burst of humourless laughter escaped Hazel's mouth. "I don't fucking know. It's too much." 

"I mean, you have options." Angie shrugged, trying not to sound jealous. "Oliver's totally smitten by you, Youcef's been making eyes at you..." Fucking Youcef. "You are a very popular gal! So I wondered how you felt now."

She shook her head again, staring at the sunset. "Honestly, I don't know."

Angie reached her shoulder, squeezing it carefully. "I bet you'll find your way, you always do," she said, so sure she really would.

The two of them took a minute to look at the sun going down. Angie knew she should say something but how she would tell Hazel about a feeling that was so new even for her… She took a deep breath, tucked her hair behind her ear and shifted around to face her. She would tell her, no matter what. 

"When I was a kid I always wanted a star," Angie said, her heart beating faster than ever. "Not a doll or a car or even play-dough… Stars."

She rolled her eyes, trying to dismiss the deepness of that conversation but Hazel kept her big eyes locked on her, searching for Angie's avoiding ones. Deep inside, Angie knew Hazel could see right through her. It was scary and fascinating.

"I ended up getting a teddy bear in the shape of a star." Angie nodded, swallowing hard. "It may or may not have been operated on."

Great, a joke. She swallowed down a laugh. Get your horses, Angie. 

"Hm," Hazel giggled, raising her eyebrows. Did she know she never raised just one? "Explain?"

"All you needed to know was that there was stuffing everywhere."

The breeze passed them by again, blowing their hairs with it and making Angie shiver, yet Hazel stayed there, a ghost of a smile showing on her lips as she interlocked her fingers with Angie's, squeezing her hand.

"That seems very on-brand for you, Anj," she said, her voice sweeter than candy. 

"What? Wanting things I can't have?" Angie rolled her eyes and Hazel frowned a little. Oh no. She can't help but avoid her gaze again, trying to look at anything but her eyes. "You know… this has been an interesting journey and… uh it's… made me… ugh… what are words?!"

That was not what Angie was like at all. She was usually self-assured, confident and sure about her words, so why the hell did one single smile from Hazel make her feel like there were no possible words, sentences or letters that could spell out the immensity of her feelings. All she ever wanted was to tell her three little words but right now they didn't feel right and no childhood story would make them more worthy.

Those feelings were unique, brave and new—and maybe it was the first time Angie had ever felt them so strongly. Most times she thought she had been in love, but it ended up with the blazing feeling turning out to be a little tiny spark that couldn't even light up a scented candle. Angie has never been one to believe in things like soulmates but if it was real then perhaps Hazel was the closest thing she had ever tasted from it.

"Anj, is everything OK?" Angie heard Hazel saying, taking her out of her thoughts. 

Shaking her head and sighing, Angie knew she had to spill the beans sooner or later. "Do you have any regrets about your time here, Hazel?" She asked, staring at the sky.

"Some..." Angie could see Hazel nodding from her periphery, her head resting on her hand soon after. "It's kind of natural, innit? To think about missed opportunities."

Angie hummed before Hazel kept going. "Like when you think about a really good comeback but the argument it's over already." She smiled, turning to face Angie and finally catching her eye. "You just end up making yourself angry, really."

"Yeah, I know how that feels…"

"Are you telling me you've got regrets?"

Angie's body stiffened at that very moment, her heart pounding like crazy inside of her chest, begging her to let it go, to sit the words, to rip the bandage. She chewed on her lip, trying to figure out what to say next. A long lost song playing on her mind, screaming at her and saying it was better to feel pain than nothing at all. 

"Maybe…" She said at least, her voice cracking as she forced it to get out.

"What's wrong, Anj?" Hazel coked her head. "Have you eaten one of Bruno's expired oats?"

A dry, humourless laugh escapes her as she shook her head slightly. "No… but I do have one regret." She said.

Slowly, she turns back to face the sky, which now was completely taken by the darkness of the night, only the moon and stars giving it some colour. Some of the stars spelt out so many beautiful constellations and even so, nothing compared to how breathtaking Hazel was. What a concept, being able to challenge the horizon and win even so. 

"It's been a long journey. But every step of the way you've had my back. Encourage me to break out of my shell and… focus on me." Angie explained, the words getting out a little bit easier now as she turned again to face her. "I can't tell you how much you mean to me, Hazel."

Angie could watch as Hazel's pupils got bigger and her eyes twinkled under the moonlight. The two of them were so close, their noses almost touching, the words of Angie still lingering on the wind. It was one of those moments when your heart would skip a bit, your stomach would turn and your mouth would go dry, the anticipation taking over every single bit of her body. She didn't know what would happen after the moment she would tell her the next and last sentence but—...

Hazel raised her hand, caressing Angie's face slowly causing her heart to almost stop. She should say it but the words were stuck in her throat. Yet, as she always did, Hazel seemed to know exactly what Angie was thinking and before she could even notice, their lips were brushing against each other so carefully, so tenderly. 

At first, Angie didn't know what to do but as soon as her body and mind find each other in the mix of feelings, her lips started moving slowly, welcoming Hazel's. She can feel Hazel's hand against her cheek, the warmth of her skin and the breeze of the night all sending electric waves through her body. Almost automatically, Angie's arms circled Hazel's neck and brought her closer, trying desperately to cease the annoying space between them so they could be one for once and for all. 

How long had she waited, how much time had she wasted looking for that elsewhere? Angie didn't know and honestly, she couldn't care less when she was welcoming Hazel's tongue inside her mouth and exploring hers with her own, tasting her sweetness from up close. It was too much, she could feel her body trembling with happiness, so much happiness. She had never felt it like that, not so sudden, not so much, not so… explosive, in form of a giggle she couldn't hold back. 

And with that, Hazel pulled back, resting her forehead against Angie's, a little bit breathless and with her cheeks flushed. She looked even better like that and Angie felt a little jealous that Bruno had been seeing that version of her out of this time. 

"Did I solve your big regret?" Hazel whispered.

"You catch on quickly…" She giggled, and Hazel did too. "This is… really new for me and… ugh, words are usually what I'm good at… but…" She smiled shyly, causing Hazel to scrunch her nose just a bit. "I want to see this through, Hazel, with you."

Hazel smiled before planting a peck on Angie's lips, leaving them almost numb with so much happiness. "I like you. I like you a lot." Angie whispered again, against her lips. "Hell, I think I'm falling in love with you."

Angie closed her eyes, letting her words sink in for a while before she could feel Hazel's hand on the side of her face, playing with her hair, caressing her cheeks, tucking the loose strands.

"I know this is a lot for you right now, especially with the Dylan thing going on… You don't have to… If you… Look. Whatever happens tomorrow or beyond, just know that I'm here for you."

Hazel nodded. "I like you too, Angie," she whispered. "We will do this together."

It was a promise. It was so much more than Angie could ever ask. It was a dream. It was… everything. And as the two of them went back to the Villa, back home, she could feel it in the air.

It was love.

[thedarkcoven]

When Worlds Collide | Ravus ~ Reno

{Edit made by me. Pics used for it found on Google- Credit goes to Square Enix} MINORS DNI !!! 18 + Ahead! Final Fantasy 7 Remake meets Final Fantasy 15; Reno Sinclair x Reader x Ravus Nox Fleuret. Some choking. Threesome. Jealous Ravus. Cocky Reno. Flirty Reno. Possessive Ravus. Cussing/Adult language. Dirty talk. Fighting/Violence. Face slapping (to Reno ;) ). Oral Sex (male and female receiving). Double Penetration. Reno and Ravus fighting for dominance over Y/N. Taglist: @gabrielasalazar18 I had to. The idea came into my head late last night and I desperately need to get ruined by these two now. I hope I murdered you just like I did myself xD <3 Love you, doll! Thank you so much for all the support you give me. I really do hope you enjoy <3

The sound of your pen scribbling away on papers filled the quiet room when your work partner Ravus walked in. You continued to write while waiting for any kind of news about the Lucians or Nif army. He cleared his throat making you glance up from the papers. His face said it all. You immediately stood and walked with him to a drop-ship, a few of the Nif soldiers boarding with the both of you.

"So. Where are we going? Give me the details." You said, crossing your arms over your chest. "There is suspicious activity near here close to the meteor." "That's impossible." Your head snapped toward him. "Noctis made off with Titan's Blessing. Tch... What the hell is happening?"

Once you were at the location that was pinged, Ravus and you headed out with the soldiers close behind. The closer you got the louder a voice could be heard. Ravus stopped you and pulled you to the side, holding his finger over his lips.

"Ah, fuck! Where the hell are we and why is it so damn hot?!" You peaked around to see a red-haired man talking into a walkie-talkie. "Rude, pick up! I-I went through some glowy thing and now I don't know where I am."

You went to sit up straight and reposition your footing when you stepped on a small branch from the nearby trees, causing a loud crack. Ravus gave you a look like 'seriously? This is why you're never in the field. Your eyes went to check on the guy and his soldiers to see if he heard or not but there was no one there.

"What the he-?" Ravus pulled you to his side and held up his rapier to block the red-haired man's attack with an electric baton. You looked up at the man, a smirk plastered on his smug face as your few soldiers began fighting with the ones he had.

He was caught off-guard as your foot made contact with his abdomen, causing him to fly back, and knocking the wind out of him. Ravus tutted his tongue as you both walked over to him before he passed out. He was tied to the chair once you returned, his head down as he let out slight groans.

"Finally. You're coming to. Wake the fuck up!" You barked, bringing your arm back and smacking his face hard with your hand; the sound of a loud smack ringing through the small room. "Hey! What's the big idea, huh?!" The man was caught off guard as his turquoise eyes traveled up the exposed legs from your skirt up to see your exposed cleavage that you wore every day then to your face. "Aaaand whoa re you?" His brow flicked up as he sat up straight, not caring about the sting of the slap. "Your worst fucking nightmare." You snarled holding his baton against his throat. You noticed the smirk on his face as his tongue darted out to wet his dry lips. The man let out a groan as you slapped him again with your free hand. "Oh come on, tough guy... Step it up. Is that all you got?" He gave a smug smirk as he looked you up and down. You snarled and punched him really hard, your fist getting covered with blood. "I will fucking kill you without hesitation." You warned, pressing the tip of his baton up under his chin. "Mmmm. I love a woman that could just kill me." He said as his tongue darted out with a pant, his blood coating the pink muscle. "Damn." "Enough." Ravus barked as he slammed the door behind him. Tch. Whatever. You stood straight, looking forward over the guy's head. "You follow orders nicely. That your boyfriend?" He chuckled. "Fuck you." You glared down at him. His smirk growing. "Well if you're offering, sweetheart. You already have me tied up. I like it rough." "Silence. You need to show some respect, brat." Ravus snarled, gripping the man's face roughly. "Don't take it personal, bitch. Not my fault she wants my dick- well... Kind of is. I know irresista- Fuck!!" Ravus

growled as he backhanded the red-head with his magitek hand. "I beg your pardon?" Ravus raised his fist but you stepped in front of him, making him stop in his tracks. "What's your name?" You asked grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. "So you're gonna make me work for it, huh? Hee." He said glaring at Ravus then smirking at you. "Name's Reno Sinclair. I work for the Turks. I was told to go on a mission with my teammate Rude about some thing that gave off a lot of energy surges. We got split up and I fell into the portal thing and then you guys showed up." "Hmm.." You pushed his head back as you let go of his hair before pulling your knife out. "M'kay, pretty boy. Story adds up so far." You said as you ran the tip of the knife along his jawline then down his neck and chest before moving behind him. With a shwick of the blade, Reno was free from his binds. "Where are you from?" "Midgar on Gaia. Why? Isn't this a part of Gaia?" He asked rubbing his wrists as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his legs. "Cleigne on Eos. You're at one of the Niflheim bases we own." You said crossing your arms as you looked over at Ravus. "I'll take him to his chambers. Might as well have him help us in figuring out what the fuck that portal is." "Tch. Fine. But one false move from him and you're going to get punished." Ravus said standing chest to chest with you, glaring down at you before turning and leaving. "Wow. Tough crowd." Reno said standing and following you. "You have no idea. It's hard to make Lord Ravus crack a smile." "King? How the hell is he a King?" You scoffed and shook your head, stopping at a door and unlocking it with a keycard. "Ex prince. His family was killed except his sister, Lunafreya." "Ah. No wonder he's mister moody." You motioned for him to enter. The door closed behind the two of you as you walked over to the medical cabinet that was over the sink in the room and began gathering random supplies. "What bout you? What's your story, kitten?" He sighed, sitting on the bed. "The name's Y/N and you will use said name. Got it?" You asked as you gripped his jaw, making him look up at you as you patted away the blood from his nose. "I was abandoned as a child during the invasion of Tenebrae. Ravus stayed with me since he and I were friends since way before the invasion."

You froze in place as Reno placed a soft hand over yours, the look of sympathy written on his face. He stood, towering over you slightly as he took the gauze from your hand and walked over to the mirror to clean himself.

" 'M sorry. I um.. I shouldn't have asked. I apologize. That was rude of me." You smirked slightly and tossed him his baton. He smiled as he caught it, throwing the gauze away and turning to face you, his ass resting against the sink a bit. "What? Go soft on me now?" He let out a chuckle and walked over to you, looking down into your eyes. You don't know why the feeling came out of nowhere but your cheeks became pink as you averted your gaze. "I could ask you the same thing." He said seductively, grabbing your chin softly and pulling your lips up to meet with his. He tasted of mint and all the best sins you could ever dream of. "Reno." You breathed out as he kissed down to your jawline, your head rolling back as he pushed his hand into your bra to play with your breast. "Yeah? Let's face it. You want this just as much as I do, kitten." You gasped out, gripping his hair as he bit softly at your sensitive flesh at the curve of your neck and shoulder. He let out a groan as you drug your nails down his chest, causing marks. "Re-Reno. I can't." He smirked and pushed you to the bed carefully, guiding you onto your back against the mattress. Your face became red and your thighs clenched together as he pushed your skirt up with his baton, running the end of it against your clothed slit. "Why not? Ravus isn't here to stop us. Relax for me." You shuddered as he got on his knees, shoving his face between your thighs, yanking your panties to the side, and began to lick and suck at your cunt. "Fuck you're so damn wet. All this for me?" "Reno. Just shut up-." You whimpered pulling his face back against your pussy. He chuckled as he gripped your thighs tightly and continued to suck and lick at your clit.

Reno moaned as he rutted his hips against the mattress looking up at you with needy eyes. You pulled him up and kissed him hungrily, pushing his pants down to free his throbbing erection, as you moaned tasting your juices on his tongue. He nibbled on your bottom lip as he began to tease your cunt, throwing his head back at the feeling of your wetness coating the tip of his cock.

"Fucking hell. You like that, baby? You like my dick teasing your needy little pussy, hm?" You nodded, pulling your top open to expose your black lace bra. "Damn..." "What the hell are you doing?!" Ravus yelled, looking between the two of you. "Fucking cockblock, man." Reno whined. "Seriously? Should've fucked her sooner, loser." You swallowed thickly as Ravus stalked over toward the bed, pushing Reno out of the way and climbing on top of you, pressing his lips to yours.

Your brows furrowed together as you closed your eyes tightly, your fingers tangling in his silver hair as he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue in. Moans left you when Reno pulled your lips away from Ravus's and kissed you again. Your mind was swimming as they started to fight over you. You couldn't help but palm Ravus through his pants as you kissed Reno desperately.

"Ravus. I-I want you to fuck my mouth. Then I want you both inside of me." Ravus smirked and stood, discarding his armor. Reno positioned you over his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, bringing your hips down slowly so you could feel every inch of him as he split you open. "Fuck... Your pussy is so tight." Reno huffed, resting his head against your shoulder while wrapping his hand around your throat. "You're such a good girl, kitten." "We're not going to stop until we know you're good and broken. You understand me, pet?" Ravus asked as he gripped your hair, pulling your face against his cock. "Suck." He hummed in pleasure, leaning his head back as you took him into your mouth, sucking lightly before taking a deep breath and shoving him all the way down your throat until your nose was pressed against his pelvis. "Ha... Shit, Y/N."

You looked up at him as you massaged him, pulling almost all the way out before deepthroating him again. Reno moaned and started slamming your hips into his as he watched how eager you were to please both of them. He didn't care if you couldn't breathe. Your sounds of gagging and gasping for air made him just about bust then and there. "Fuck... Stop. For a second." He panted. Ravus pulled out and patted your cheek softly, wiping the spit away from your shin with his thrumb before allowing Reno to turn you around. You were confused at first until Reno leaned back, shoving himself into your quivering core again. Ravus squeezed your ass tightly before giving it a firm smack and began to push into your needy hole. "Ravus! Reno! Fuck... Oh my god, it's too much." You were shaking as you clawed at Reno's chest with every inch being pushed into your ass. "Ravus!" Reno chuckled as he pulled your breasts free from your bra, sucking one nipple while pinching the other with his free hand. "Such a good little whore. You like being fucked by two guys at once don'tchya? Love that full feeling? Feel like you're about to crack?" You nodded as you let out a shaky breath, your limbs barely holding you up as they wobbled. "G-Gnnacum." Your words slurred together as Reno began fucking you roughly, the sound of his balls slapping against your wet pussy filling the room. "Just relax, baby. We aren't in any hurry." He chuckled as Ravus began fucking you equally as rough. "Taking our dicks so well." "Just remember," Ravus said placing his hand under your chin and pulling your head back until you could see him, straining your neck slightly. "Your ass and cunt is mine after he leaves. No one else will be allowed to break you like I do. Understood?" "Good girl. He's trained you well. Now be a good little bitch and cream all over my cock. I wanna make sure I still feel you around me for months."

[xmalfoyweasleyx]

I hate that girl - F.W

Summary: Fred doesn’t really know how to cope. He hates y/n and everyone loves her. But is the feeling truly hate, or something else?

Warnings: Mean Fred, eating, semi-smut it's just oral: male receiving, a little hair pulling and stuff like that :)

A/N: Maybe I'm going to write a PART 2, with the rest of the smut? Idk? What do you guys think? x

Words: 2,1k

It was summer, finally, my favourite season. I sat at the table with my family at the Burrow, enjoying my moms dinner.

“So, y/n is coming tomorrow mom, you remember?” Ron asked while trying to put a big piece of meat in his mouth.

“Of course I remember dear!” Molly smiled.

“Pfffttt ohno” I sighed, making the whole dinner table glare at me.

“Don’t be mean Fred, I really don’t know what’s wrong with you” Ginny said angrily.

What was wrong with me? That girl was wrong.

I hated how my whole family fell for her trap. Like she’s so innocent. They all believed her act. But I knew the truth, I hated the girl. She wasn’t sweet and shy and helpful. I just knew it. She couldn’t be. I didn’t believe it.

I never liked the girl. She visits us every year, being very good friends with... yea, almost every person here.

She was a liar, I saw it in her eyes. The girl was always like: “Molly can I help with the dishes” or “Hey George, I looooveee the new joke product” with her silly sweet voice.

No I didn’t fall for that. She didn’t even say those things to me any more, I've already scared her away. Well, great. That’s great.

“I really don’t understand why you hate her that much Freddie” George sighed when we were back in our bedroom.

"Well and I don't understand why you like her that much Georgie, are you in love with her or something?" I accused him.

"It seems like you are the one in love with her, silly brother" he answered laughing.

What the hell??

"WHAT? For God's sake! Why would you even think that?!" I screamed defensively. George only laughed.

"I give up" he smiled. Leaving me extremely irritated.

Me in love with y/n, like I said, I hate that girl.

*

I almost threw up seeing the girl acting like that.

We were all welcoming her in the living room. She hugged Ginny, then my mum and Ron and... you know how it goes.

Then she hugged George giving him a kiss on the cheek. Urgh disgusting. It was my turn. It was clear she didn't really know what to do. It was pretty awkward.

"Fred" she nodded staring at me full of doubt. She gave me a sad look and I almost fell for it.

I knew my sister was looking at me with eyes full of anger without even looking her way. I couldn't take it any more and just left without saying a word.

"I'm sorry about him" I heard George saying to her. "It's okay" she answered softly.

*

It was quiet at the burrow, everyone was already asleep. I've always been the only person in this house that stays up this late.

I was getting tired so I decided to get ready for bed. Even George had ignored me all evening, I don't get it, why are they this mad? I mean, okay, I wasn't very nice to y/n. But I can do what I want and I can dislike who I want, what do they have to do with it?

So I opened the bathroom door and before I could process what happened, my face was already bright red. Y/n was changing, her, apparently pretty, chest was bare in front of me.

The first thing I did was slap my hand to my face, trying to close my eyes and hide the redness. What the actual fuck, did I just see the girl naked?

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE THIS LATE" I screamed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I should've locked the door, I'm sorry" she answered embarrassed.

Okay how could I ever get this image out of my fucking head?! Yes, she did have an impressive body, and...but... BUT NO FRED, NO.

"Stop apologizing all the time, for god's sake, it makes me crazy" I hissed angrily.

She didn't really answer and she ran past me, I didn't even see the look on her face. Maybe that was a good thing, because I knew I may have been a bit too mean this time...

*

"Fuck Fred, keep going" y/n moaned, she looked like a mess and her perfect boobs bounced up and down when she rode me. It was the hottest and the best thing I've ever felt. Moans and grunts left my mouth. "Fuck I'm cumming baby" I grunted.

Suddenly a loud knock on my bedroom door woke me up. Y/n wasn't there any more.

Shit, was this a dream, an actual sex dream? About her?

"FRED WAKE UP IT'S ALREADY 1 PM, WE'RE GOING TO SWIM!" I heard my little sister scream at the door.

I freaked out immediately. I could never face y/n again after this, why did it happen? Why is my brain like this? And then I had a little problem down there too, I had an obvious boner.

"I'm coming Gin wait a minute" I answered nervously.

An hour later, I finally reached the lake that was a mile away from the burrow. The others were already there.

Great, swimming.

The dream was still spinning around in my head. I was so confused and like it couldn't get any worse, they decided to swim. Why today?

This was the worst moment ever to see y/n in her bikini. I saw her from a distance. God she looked hot. Her perfect boobs in the red bikini top, and damn it, that ass...

Bloody hell, STOP IT FRED, I just got rid of my boner, I don't need it to come back again.

"There you are Freddie, finally!" George smiled when he saw me. Damn it.

Y/n looked up too, still smiling at me even though all the mean things I said or did to her. Her hair was in a perfect bun and I could see her red bikini better now. I never really realized how sexy and good she looks until now, until the moment I walked in on her changing this night. Or maybe that was the problem, maybe I always knew, but shut it out?

But what if this was her trap again? The trap everyone fell for except me. I couldn't allow myself to fall for it, I promised myself!

I walked up to them and tried to get out of my confusing thoughts. "I'm sorry I didn't realize I slept for so long" I answered trying to sound okay.

"Guess it's because you were still up pretty late" y/n joked. Her pretty smile appeared and out of nowhere my legs were weak, like jelly.

"Fuck y/n SHUT UP, SHUT THE HELL UP" I snapped out of nowhere. My face went red and the others looked at me in shock.

It was quiet, y/n gaped at me, speechless.

"I.. I-" I tried to apologize when I saw y/n her hurt eyes, but nothing came out. My heart broke when a tear fell down her cheek. Maybe I was wrong about her.

I was the bad person in this story, not her.

She ran away and I heard her sobbing behind me.

It wasn't a trap, she never acted like she was an innocent sweet girl, she really was an innocent sweet girl. It wasn't her trap, it was my own trap, a trap I made up in my own head.

*

I heard sobs coming from her room. I stood behind the door. I promised my siblings I would apologize, because it was true, maybe I was wrong about her.

I opened the door slowly.

"Fred, please go away, you don't have to act like you're sorry because I'm crying. I know you hate me." she sobbed when she saw me.

“N-no, I, I don’t know what’s wrong with me” I stuttered.

She looked confused. Her red eyes really broke my heart. It was my fault.

I sat next to her on the floor and put my hand on her leg. She seemed shocked.

“Why do you hate me?” she whispered.

I sighed. Not really knowing what to answer.

“I don’t hate you, I just had the wrong idea about you y/n, I’m stupid.” I answered.

It was weird, she was still in her bikini and this was so not the right moment, but I felt that bulge in my swimming trunks appear again. I guess it’s because of the dream that was still so damn clear in my head. And of course, the fact that my hand was stroking down her bare leg.

Before I could cover it up, her eyes were already on it. Fuck.

We both didn’t utter a word. It was silent.

“You have a problem down there” she whispered, breaking the silence.

I gulped, trying to not get red.

“Is that why you hate me? You just want to fuck me?” she grinned extremely bold.

I wasn’t really used to being this speechless. But she was right. So, so right. So I just nodded.

Suddenly she was on my lap. My breath hitched in my throat. Her, so perfect, boobs now pressed to my bare chest.

“You make me crazy, I can’t even explain how crazy y/n” I finally said.

Her hands were now stroking my hair. Shit. My tummy tingled. Was George right, am I in love with her?

“So you just decide to be mean Freddie? Ignore me? Hurt me? Why?” she squeaked, searching for a rightful explanation.

“I... I’m sorry, I don’t know what I feel. I’m so confused but I know I was wrong about you now. I’m sorry for hurting you.” I apologized.

“It’s okay Freddie, I understand, we have enough time to find out how we feel” she promised me while lightly stroking my cheek with her small fingers.

A wave of electricity went from my feet to my head. So is this what being in love feels like? I wasn’t sure, maybe it was something else. I’ve never experienced this before. But one thing was sure: my pants got too tight now.

And that’s when I felt her move slowly. She moved the (oh so thin) fabric of her red bikini against my clothed cock. I could feel everything that was underneath and a shock of pleasure went through my whole body.

She kept grinding down on me, a soft whimper left her mouth and a grunt left mine.

I slammed my lips on hers. They moved perfectly in synchrony. They were soft and sweet. It was perfect.

I’ve kissed before, a lot. But this. This was different. The passion was overwhelming.

Her tongue explored my mouth while I helped her hips grind up and down.

She stopped the kiss and her beautiful y/e/c eyes locked with mine. In an instant, she was already on her knees in front of me, pulling down my swimming trunks.

"Can I?" she asked politely. I nodded eagerly.

She kissed my tip gently making me gasp a little. Her beautiful, soft hands stroked down my thigh.

"I'm pretty sure you're finally gonna stop hating me after this" she promised.

"You already succeeded princess" I praised, making her eyes go wider because of the nickname.

She started to kitten lick my tip slowly and my hands were already in her hair, making a ponytail with my hand.

She took my whole cock in her mouth, all at once. A grunt escaped my lips when I felt my tip hit the back of her throat.

"God y/n where did you learn this" I moaned huskily.

A smirk appeared when she started to bob up and down. I tried to control myself but I couldn't resist from pulling on her hair a little, guiding her head up and down. It was clearly something she liked because a moan left her mouth. The oh so sexy sound and vibrations made me grunt loudly. "Fuck baby" I moaned

I tried to hold it in but my hips started to pound a little into her mouth, making her gag on my cock.

"I'm gonna cum" I stuttered. One second later her mouth was already gone. I whined with a frown.

"Now already Freddie?" she smirked.

"Please don't stop, your mouth is amazing y/n" I asked trying to not sound too desperate.

She didn't answer but put her lips back, taking my cock in her mouth again. Now she started to suck fast and harder, making me go completely crazy.

She was so beautiful and so so so sexy. I couldn't hold in any longer. My head fell back and my eyes scrunched shut, a loud moan slipped from my lips when I came. I've never felt this amazing before. It was perfect. Y/n stuck her tongue out, showing me she swallowed all of my cum.

"Good girl" I praised huskily.

"Did it feel good?" she asked. She looked a little insecure now.

I grabbed her hips and placed her on my lap again.

"So good, I think I might be in love with you, and not just because of this moment, but for so many reasons y/n" I admitted.

"You.. you do?" she whispered getting red and shy. But the little smile on her lips said enough

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