#hmm realizing i didn't shade the shirt at all

[farmboy-jimie-stardew]

Cold weather outfit!

[christronomy]

drunk words are sober thoughts // bang chan

cw: fluff, suggestive, it is implied that chris and reader are fwb, reader is drunk, brief mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, kissing, cuddling, chan is referred to mostly as chris/channie. not proofread. if i missed anything lmk <3

you were drunk. too drunk to even process how you got here, but you weren't complaining. you were in chris's room, in his bed, laying in his arms as gently ran his fingers through your hair. you and your best friends had gone out to a mutual friend's party, only expecting to get a little tipsy, since all you wanted to do was let loose and have some fun after a long, exhausting week. it seems like you really underestimated your tolerance this time, which meant you texted chris without realizing it, which also meant he came to your rescue even though you didn't necessarily need him to. he didn't even take you to your apartment. instead, he brought you to his dorm room, ignoring your drunken pleas for him to take you home and let you crash in your own bed. he insisted on keeping an eye on you so he could make sure he'd be there to help you nurse your hangover in the morning. he just wanted to make sure you were safe.

"but, why?" you whined, your voice dragging out, and you huffed against his chest as you looked up at him, a small pout on your lips. chris held in a giggle as he spoke, mimicking your tone. "we've already been over this, see? you're too drunk to even remember," he said, his gaze meeting yours.

"if you wanted to fuck me, you could've just said that, channie," you said, a playful lilt in your voice, and chris's eyes widened at your boldness, his ears turning a bright shade of pink. even in your drunken haze, you couldn't help but tease him, you found his reactions awfully endearing. "i- well- no, i'd never take advantage of you like that... and we're just friends, yeah? we don't even sleep together that often, only sometimes. and it's not like i thought you texted me for that or anythi-"

you giggled and cut him off with a soft, chaste kiss on his lips. "was a joke, channie, you pervert!" you exclaimed softly, throwing a weak punch at his chest and leaning your forehead against it. a bashful smile formed on his lips, and he leaned his chin on your head as his hands moved to caress your back now.

you leaned against him for a long while, listening to his heartbeat and enjoying the comfortable silence, the way his fingertips ghosted against your clothed back. you loved his touches, they were waist gentle, affectionate. it was a subconscious thing now—him pulling you in for a hug or spooning you whenever. you weren't even together, but it seemed like he couldn't not be this close to you when you were around. although sometimes you would playfully push him away or call him annoying, you couldn't help but enjoy this, the way he was so touchy with you comforted you in a way that only he could.

"channie?" you muttered, breaking the silence, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt, and he hummed in response right away. you were a bit dizzy and extremely exhausted, the alcohol really getting to you now, so you couldn't muster up enough energy to look at him as you spoke. "i love you," you said, and chris felt his heart almost stop at your words. you'd never told him you loved him before, not even as a joke, and never when you were under the influence. this was new.

"you love me, hmm?" he asked quietly, and you giggled again, turning your head to lean your cheek against his chest. "mhmm... love you," you whispered, your words slurring as you felt yourself dozing off. it wasn't long until your breathing slowed down, and he could tell you were asleep by the way your body weight was fully against him now. he knew you wouldn't remember what you said in the morning, and that it was most likely just the alcohol speaking for you, but something inside of him really hoped you meant it. "i love you, too," he whispered, kissing your forehead softly.

[livesworthlivingau]

Behind the Vale Chapter 15

ISAT/Two Hat Spoilers. CW for Scars/somewhat graphic descriptions.

[You can't sleep. You're absolutely exhausted but your mind still races endlessly. It was such a relief to get all of that off of your chest, or out of it in one case~, but it worried you still. Why did you spill your guts like that? Why were you so open with someone you barely knew?... Your chest hurts still.]

[You sit up in bed, looking down at yourself and the wonderful outfit covering your entire body. You begin to undo the cravat around your neck, then the buttons on your vest, then shirt. You pull the fabric to the side and shudder as the cool air wafts over your now exposed wound.]

[A large, raw, swollen, almost glowing star depression across your flesh, like you'd been carved open and hastily put back together. You carefully remove the rest of the clothes on your torso, slipping the gloves off as well, then standing up to step in front of the mirror.]

[You were still the same across the rest of your night sky skin, stars dabbled across it, fading into a brighter shade on your neck and shoulders. Your eyes are locked upon that cross shaped gash adorning the middle of your chest...]

[Your hand delicately raises to it, trying to press a finger against it before reflexively pulling away. It wasn't quite an open wound, but it was still horribly sensitive.]

"... Well, I guess if that's the trade off then it was still worth it..." [You mumble to yourself. Trying to remain positive about the situation. Imagine, us, trying to be happy... Stars, what has gotten into us?]

"Hmm… Vale?" [Nille mumbles some tiredly, sitting up and rubbing her eyes with a yawn. You quickly grab your shirt again, holding it over your chest to cover up.]

"O-Oh! Nille! Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Couldn't sleep?"

"… Not really, no."

"… You don't gotta hide that by the way, I'm the one that found you after all. Believe me, I saw it." [Your fake smile drops a tad, not even realizing you had put it back on. You let your arms fall to your side, your shirt removed from blocking that graphic brand.]

"Y'know, usually they tell you you might break some ribs during CPR, but that was a whole other thing to worry about. Does it hurt bad?"

"No, it's mostly sore. Very sore, but tolerable…" [You start to trail off, looking back into the mirror again.]

"I think I got some bandages in my pack." [She offers, getting up to try and dig them out]

"Hmm? Bandages?" [You ask absentmindedly, still staring at it.]

"To cover it up. If you want, that is."

"Oh… Actually yes, I'd like that." [She steps over, starting to unwrap the roll of gauze. You toss your shirt back onto your bed and try to hold your arms so they're not in the way. She drapes the fabric strip across your torso, swooping it around snugly several times. You give a few winces at the pressure to the scar.]

"Sorry."

"It's fine, just sensitive is all." [You reassure her, letting her continue to wrap it around in a way that covers your chest well and leaves it all securely fastened over your form like a binder almost.]

"There, how's that?"

"... Thank you, Nille"

"Of course, Vay."

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[You manage to get what little sleep you could, tiredly dragged out of bed by Nille once noon hit. You just let out an annoyed grumble before getting dressed finally... You look into the mirror again, looking at your bandages and starry skin doing down your arms...]

[You decide to put your gloves and vest on, leaving the shirt and cravat off for now. You give yourself a bit of a smile... for once you don't mind being a bit exposed, even with the bandages visible around the vest.]

"Vale? Showing skin? How scandalous!" [Nille teased with a chuckle, to which you laugh back, striking a bit of a pose.]

"I can't hide all this from the world forever~. It simply wouldn't be fair~." [She laughs a lot heavier at that, slowly recovering from that giggle fit with a sigh. Her face turns more somber as she looks at the bandages again.]

"I really am glad you're okay... Did you really tear that crabbing star out of your chest?..."

"It had to come out somehow~." [You try to remark playfully, but the break in your voice signifies how visceral of an experience it was.]

"Change, you really are something else!" [She applauds, lightly punching your arm in a playful manner.]

"Anyways, which way are we headed now?" [She asked, fishing out her map and laying it out on one of the beds, tapping at the town she heard 'the saviors' had celebrated at recently.]

"So they were here, and if they're heading to Bambouche they'd probably be around here..." [Nille trails off, trying to think of a good way to intercept them. The whole plan to see them again still terrifies you to your core... but you can't keep that from Nille anymore, it's simply not fair.]

[You close your eyes and try to focus on him. You blink your eyes back open as you realize that little blip is missing now. Our wish, did it sever the connection?... Maybe this is for the best, we can't try to avoid them all anymore. We can't keep Nille from her sibling anymore.]

"What'cha think Vale?" [She asked, snapping you out of your own head, pointing to a couple towns that seemed like the right direction.

"Oh, hmmm. Let's try this one? I heard they've got a lovely tailor there as well anyways~."

"I swear if you blow all our money again."

"You can't resign me to simply one outfit, that's just torture for me and the rest of the world~."

"Oh yes, what ever would we do if you didn't have an outfit change for every hour of the day." [She remarks, rolling her eyes.]

"Now you're getting it~!"

[haechurch]

chef-d'oeuvre

jaemin x fem!reader

smut, minors dni, husband wife relationship, making out, oral (f receiving), grinding, nipple play, unprotected sex, breeding kink, kind of cockwarming idk, creampie? marking lol etc

2.1+k words

"Honey?" You called your husband as you walk into the bedroom, he was currently sitting at the edge of the bed, talking to his phone for a while before he hang it up, finally facing you.

"Yes baby?" Jaemin put his phone down on the drawer and replied. But you remained silent, apparent to unconsciously bit your lower lip. He didn't realize, but when he was on a call earlier and you waited at the door frame, you can't help but eyeing him from head to toe, how he looks so fucking good with his suits tonight.

Jaemin called again, making you pep up from your fantasy. He's not dumb and was aware of what's up on your mind just now, there's no way that he's missing out on how you staring at him with a lust gaze earlier.

He shifted on the bed, taking off his dark suits then manspreading in front of you. Both of his hands carried his bodyweight that leaned backwards. You pressed your thighs together when he give you the look, one of his eyebrow cock and he snickered at you.

Fuck this man. He's so fucking hot.

"C'mere." He spread his arms as he's welcoming you, and just like hooked on something, you obeyed and walked to him immediately without being told twice. Then you take his hands as he made you straddle his lap. Both of your legs folded against his thighs and you rest your arms on his shoulder, while he rest his hands at your back and hip.

"You can do whatever you want to me, you know?" He leaned in to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as his lips ghosting to your skin ever so slightly that made you whimper, and you arched your back, indulging yourself to leaning onto his touch.

"Uhh i'm not saying anything." You play dumb and started to fumbling with his hair.

"But i know what you're thinking. You've been staring, baby, you think i'm dumb?" What he said just made you tuck another flesh between your teeth. And fuck yes you've been thinking of that since forever.

Without even saying a thing, you press your lips on jaemin's, the kiss was slow and sensual before it turned a little bit more passionate, tongue all over each other's with teeth clashing as you rolled your hips continuously that made him hiss pitifully. Jaemin's kisses traveled down to your jaw, neck, and collarbone, making you sigh dreamily at his doing. But then you remembered what you wanted to do with him just now.

"Jaem-" you stopped him by bringing his cheeks together. He hums sweetly, "hmm, what do you want baby?" He asked with such sweet tone and gaze. He's leaning onto your face, all smiling, sickeningly handsome, then gave your nose a little peck. All of what he did was making butterflies fluttering in your belly. "I just want to kiss you." You're being honest. He smiled sickenly sweet at your words and answered, "i'm all yours, princess. Kiss me as you wish."

You murmured "i fucking love you," before getting up and walk away to get your purse and pull your lipstick out, doing a pretty bold touch up with the red shade. You smile to yourself as you approached him again, neck bend down to match his face as his hands resting below your waist, and you started to slowly peppering kisses on his face. It begin with his forehead, his right cheek, then left cheek, and both the corner of his mouth. You already giggled at the sight.

Then you straightened up before doing the further ministrations, pushing him hard so his back was on the mattress with a bounce, and you started to undress him. You bend over slightly to grabbed his collar and unbind his black tie then tossed it onto the floor. Your hands pressed through his bulging chest and managed to unbuttoning his white shirt.

Button by button, he watched you carefully at your attempt to strip him in a slow motion, eyes locked at each other's. After you got his shirt loose and unveil the material apart, you put your hands all over his bare torso and crawling over him, then started to attacking his neck. You lick a long stripe up his throat, stopping at his jaw and giving them a wet kisses. You're not only marking him with your lipstick, but you sucked on the skin, hard. Intended to make a real mark that lasted for days on his beautiful throat. After you went from his neck you started to paint him more with litter of kisses all over his frame, down and down, with a painfully slow pace. It's making him losing his mind, the way you leave open mouthed kisses with some licks while got his chest all heaving, you know you're doing something to him, and it made you want to play even more.

You gave a chaste kiss next to his belly button before getting up, fully seated on his crotch, and meeting with his fucked up gaze while you sneered at him. Then you leaned down again to swirl your tongue against one of his nipples, letting a soft groan from him. You licked around the areola, and he won't stop grunting from there. You flick your tongue over his nipple again and again, switching from one to another. You lick, and suck, and swirl, and lick, and suck again, and you just got him squirming under your mercy. You felt his boner grazing over your thighs, and you cupped him by a hand, making him growl. 

"Shit, y/n." You chuckled as you continue to roll your hips onto him, your clothing now were formless, the hem of your silk red dress hoist too high from your thighs, giving jaemin an easy access to grabbed your thighs and pressed onto him even harder.

"Wanna be inside you." Jaemin said between panting. Why would you turn him down while he asked so desperately?

Nonetheless, you wanted to keep teasing him.

"Yeah? Show me how much you wanted me then." As you said that, jaemin suddenly sat up, making your back pushed against the mattress. He's on top of you, kissing down your jaw, neck, and above your cleavage. You arch your neck, giving him all access he need to mark your body, and he sucked hard, leaving a shady red mark on your skin that will turned purple later. He pushed down your bodice, revealing your bare chest. He kneaded one of your tits while he laps and suck at the other one, making you moan. He keep going on the ministrations, making you writhing under him and you can feel your panties were already damp with arousal.

"J-jaem-," your hands were all over his back of head, squeezing at the locks every so often. Finally he let go your nipples with a pop, hands still kneading around your breasts. "Revenge." He said with a devilish smile.

He went down and grabbed the back of your thigh, sucking hard on the skin that awfully close to your throbbing core. He marked your inner thighs-high enough to finally reach your pussy yet felt too fucking far-with some of bites and sucking, his teasing making you buck your hips in the meantime, desperately wanted to feel him where you need him the most.

"Jaemin, stop teasing," you cry, and he just laughed at your miserable state. The dress you're wearing tonight completely pooled around your waist. He then snug his nose against your clothed core and inhale harshly, making you gasped, "oh my god-," your voice came out shakily. "I really like your scent. You're so fucking sweet." You felt tears almost slip from the corner of your eyes as he yank down your panties and dive into your core, eating you out like he's starving.

"Fuck." You place your legs on his shoulder and back, you buckled around him while both of your hands grab a handful of his hair. "That feels so good. So fucking good."

Jaemin hummed as you continue to cry out the way he eat your pussy out, how he have always been good at doing the shit. He laps at your folds and suck on the clit softly, making you lose your mind to get some another pressure and so you pressed his face against your sex harder, and he suddenly flick your clit relentlessly before sucking hard at the bundle of nerves, soon made you come undone.

You moan and pant from the overstimulation jaemin gave you, he's keeping on sucking and lapping around your pussy until you heard him unbuckled his belt and yanked his trousers along with the boxers down, his shirt now long gone and his cock springing free against his abdomen. "Gonna fill you up now, pretty wife." You shut your eyes, bit your lip, and nodded at his saying.

"So cute." Jaemin drag his cock along your fold, lubricated it with your wetness before eased his length down your hole steadily until he bottomed up, making the two of you sigh in a bliss. You stayed in the position where jaemin was on top of you, not moving, just feeling content while you guys kind of cuddle for a while. (Jaemin was actually being considered since he's fucking big and let you adjust around his size)

"Jaemin, you can move." You coo and he nodded, then started to fuck you slow, before eventually finding a pace and rapidly hitting your walls in a perfect way that made you a moaning mess underneath him. "Faster, harder," you cry out, and jaemin sped up, grunting, he tip his head back, bullets of sweat running from his temple. "Such a good wife, aren't you?"

He fuck you so good it left you stoned, all you can do now is taking him, take him like a good girl wife you are. Your hands were all over his torso, nail scratching his skin deliciously that got him hissed, clearly gonna leave marks behind.

Jaemin felt you clenched around him and he huffs, "come on baby girl, come all over my cock," all while drilling into your hole relentlessly. That's when you snapped, back arched high from the mattress, your voice were high pitched while jaemin keep thrusting into you, catching his own release.

"I'm close. Want me to stuffed you full of my cum, angel?" You kind of feeling too wear out, but you managed to respond, "yes please-," jaemin groaned, "gonna put a baby in you. Gonna raise the fuck out of our kids." He thrust hard for the last time before he spurt his white and warm seeds inside you.

Heavy breathing and panting were heard all over the room until you broke the silence. "Jaemin, get off me." You chuckled as he stay still above you, you can feel his cock getting softer inside you. "Jaemin, you're heavy!" You tried to push him away and he finally get up, suddenly pulled you into him for another kiss. You reciprocate his kiss and properly straddle his lap, all while his cock still inside you and got his cums leak out of you. In no time you eager to catch his lips again, you leaned in until he leaned back, almost losing his balance so he put one of his hands to rest on the mattress to support the both of you.

You let your arms hooked around his shoulder, deepening the kiss as you grab the back of his head, tugging hard at his hair that got him groaning, you kiss him hard with purpose and all messy, your lipstick smeared all over his mouth, leaving your lips all smudged. Both of you making out until one another gasping for breath, and you deliberately clenching on his length, making one of his hands that rested on your hips grasping hard on your skin, a warning.

You broke the kiss first and when you found him chasing for your lips, you stared into his eyes, clearly both of your pupils were hazy with lust.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He's panting against your lips.

"You say that to yourself." You kiss him one more time before quick to leaning back as you were checking on him.

Hands clawing at his shoulder for a grip and indulged at the sight you just made, seeing jaemin all vulnerable while your lipstick prints (and hickeys and scratch marks from your nails earlier) were all over his face and body, some of them were all smeared and shapeless. It looks like someone just.. attacked him.

You jeered and hummed in satisfaction. 

"Masterpiece."

[izavella21]

Design Details (Kaito and Kokichi)

I don't know why I didn't make this post earlier. Oh well, better late than never!

Kaito and Kokichi both are associated with the color purple.

And their shades of purple are very different shades of purple.

Kaito's shade of purple is warmer, and it's all over his design. Kaito is trusted most by the group, and he is quick to put his trust in others. Warmer colors tend to be more positive and inviting.

Kokichi's shade of purple is is cooler shade of purple. He's the least trusted of the group. And Kokichi's purple is mostly hidden, you have to look hard to see it.

Kaito and Kokichi are foils for each other, and foils are meant to be compared and contrasted!

Another thing: Maybe I'm looking too much into things, but they both also have other colors on their clothes. Kaito with his galaxy print jacket, and Kokichi with the buttons on his shirt.

Kaito's jacket has a galaxy pattern on the inside, which has multiple colors that blend together. Kokichi has buttons on his shirt that are different colors, but are all separate from each other. What does this mean...? I don't know. But I feel like it means something.

(I realize a lot of the points on this post are similar to the ones I made on the one about Hajime and Nagito who are from the same series and are also foils for each other. Hmm...)

[tlouxobsessed]

Let me down

Synopsis - Ellie and y/n were best friends until they began to drift, y/n hates Ellie now. At least up until your mother invites Ellie over for dinner.......

Characters - Switch/mean!Ellie x Y/N!reader

I do not own The last of us, Y/N is afab therefore female body parts will be mentioned. Below there is a warning of what will contain this story.

Warnings - Lesbian sex, , cunnilingus, fingering (r!receiving) spanking, abandonment, afab (female parts) , Mentions of murder.

~ Four years earlier ~

"Okay so Truth or Dare" the green eyed girl said to y/n.

"Hmm-"

"Hurry Y/N!!!"

"Ellie!! calm down I need to think" Y/n said laughing at the girls lack of patiences.

"Okay...truth"

"Lameeee" Ellie said, rolling her forest green eyes towards y/n.

"Fine....dare"

Ellie smirked knowing now she could make y/n do the stupidest thing ever. Ellie sat there pondering on what she should make y/n do, she wanted her to do something risky. Y/n stared at Ellie waiting for her to decide, she admired Ellie's features. The way her jawline was perfectly chiseled. Her green eyes sparkling in the low light from the lamp. The auburn hair landing right above her breasts.

"y/n?" Ellie asked.

"Oh shit- sorry uh?" Y/N said her pinks turning a bright shade of pink.

~ Present day ~

"holy shit-" you said bursting up after the dream. You didn't think about Ellie much...but when you did it was like swallowing nails. It pained you so much but there wasn't anything you could do. Your friendship with her was over. Anywho you weren’t really the type that sat and dwelled over stuff out of your control, you enjoyed the present not the past. Sure you’d see Ellie around Jackson but you never paid much mind to so, the two of you never had to speak so why’d bother dwelling?

You glanced over at your clock, the red numbers exclaiming ‘5:47’ realizing you sat there for two extra minutes overthinking your dream. 'fucking shit I need to get up' you stood up staring into the mirror by your bed, wondering why you'd get up so early anyways? you had been training your body for years to get up at this time, but no patrol today, no plans....so why be up so early.

"Baby are you up?" you glanced behind you seeing your mother come into your room. Her hand wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. Your mother had always been your best friend, after your father passed away she was all you had. You adored her and she adored you, it was always that way.

"Oh Hi mom, are we doing anything today?" You asked slipping some jeans on along with a crewneck. "Well Hun I was thinking...and before you say no- hear me out, I invited Ellie over-" You quickly looked up, your heart dropping hearing that familiar name once again. You hadn't spoken to her in years, after Joel died she became even more distant.

You knew she lived on a farm a few miles out from Jackson, with Dina and their child. But that was short lived....

~ Two years prior ~

"It's Dina!!! she's back!" Your mother said running towards Maria's house pulling you with her. You two wandered into the house seeing a distraught Dina and a sleeping JJ. "Ellie left...Tommy came and started rambling about finding Abby, she went to go find her three months ago. I've decided to come back and live with Jesse's parents. I am done with Ellie...if she even makes it back."

' If she even makes it back '

You felt your heart skip a beat with that sentence. Even though Ellie and you had a falling out...you still wouldn't be able to live without knowing she was safe.

"Excuse me" You said heading back towards your house, you spent the next few weeks crying to yourself and wearing Ellie's old shirt she had left there.

~ Back to present day ~

"Mom!! seriously?? Why?" your mother glanced down swirling the drink with her finger then taking another swig. "Because Y/n she doesn't have anybody anymore...she's been alone. You still never told me what happened between you two.." You didn't know how to tell your mom, she didn't know you liked girls. She had no idea that night by the fire, the dare was to kiss Ellie, she didn't know that Ellie and you ended up half naked, bodies intertwined that night...hair a mess...sweat pouring. She had no idea...Ellie's long term girlfriend, Cat walked in on the two of you intertwined, lips parted with one another's...bodies drenched...room filled with tension.

Yet you still never got what you wanted...you never got Ellie completely. Even when the two of you were best friends, there was always someone stopping you from having one another completely. And when the two of you were about to make love, somebody once again stopped that. This made you despise Ellie, Cat made you despise Ellie...then Dina...They all prevented you from having what was yours. Ellie.

"She is coming over for dinner, you do not have to tell me what happened between you two...but y/n please be nice." You nodded sitting down on your bed and pulling out your journel.

You began writing in this when Ellie had given you it. For your fifteenth birthday...she gave you a notebook with doodles in it. Pictures of you, her and some pages dated with days Ellie had written about you. You cherished the notebook like a child, writing in it everyday for hours.

Entry #1,990

Today mom told me Ellie is coming to dinner...which means she is staying with us. I had a feeling something was coming, my mom had been acting too nice recently. Cleaning my room, trading her favorite stuff for new dresses, shoes and books for me. I should've known.

I haven't spoken to Ellie in forever...I'm pretty nervous but we will see how it goes. I dunno how I feel about Ellie anymore...I know she loved Dina so much so I am a lil' nervous but we'll see ya'know?

"Y/N!! please come down here please!!" You heard your mother say. Your stomach felt full, your throat felt dry and your head felt heavy. God what were you going to do. You made you way down the creaky stairs revealing a tired looking Ellie. She was wearing a dark green button up, the sleeves rolled up revaling that same tattoo she's had since seventeen. Some black skinny jeans hugging her figure. And her usual converse still on ever since you were teens. You didn't know what to say. She didn't look up at you, her eyes kept locked to the ground.

"hi" you choked out, the smell of dinner hitting your nose as you made your way further down into the living room. "Hey" Ellie said looking up at you, her greens meeting your e/c.

"Listen dinner is ready! I hate to do this but I have to head out....Maria and Tommy invited me for a drink at their house to discuss some town issues. I love you" Your mom said to you guys, walking over and placing a kiss on your forehead. She hugged Ellie, "great to see you Ellie" then made her way out.

The two of you just stared at one another..."You hungry" you asked the awkward girl.

"Uh a litle" Ellie replied. You nodded placing some of the chicken and potatoes on her plate.

The two of you sat in silence until you knew you had to break the thick tension.

"Ellie...We left off on a really bad term when we had last spoken."

"Yeah we did" Ellie said mouth full with bread.

"I'm sorry" You were surprised to hear Ellie say that. You never expected her to actually take ownership for her actions. "I really am y/n, It wasn't right of me for what I did....I really....really wanted you...I always have" Ellie put down her fork making her way over to you. Placing her warm, rough hands onto your shoulders rubbing them. You didn't even know how to respond. You melted into her touch feeling her thumbs go right into the soft spots of your weak shoulders.

"Let me clean this up for us" Ellie picked up the dishes, washing them while you sat there stunned. This all felt too familiar....too comfortable, almost too good to be true. Ellie walked back over to you, reaching out waiting for you to interlock hands. "C'mon y/n let me show you how sorry I am." You agreed lining up your fingers with hers, she followed behind you, walking into your once pink room. The walls now grey, your black sheets and black curtains surprised Ellie.

You and her sat down onto the bed, the once full sized mattress now a queen. It was all so different, you weren't the same girl Ellie had let down one too many times. Ellie looked over at you, flashbacks from that hot July night coming in way too fast. The feeling of her warm, plump, chapped lips against yours all too similar. Her hand made its way up to your right breast, cupping it and massaging through the thin purple tank you had on. She reached behind unclipping the bra, cool air turning your nipple rock hard. She caressed your erect nipples, your moans into her mouth turning her eager to feel you.

"Take these off" Ellie said gesturing towards your grey sweats, her fingers playing with the band of the pants. You complied, pulling them down revealing your lace, black panties. "fuck Ellie" You gasped as she rubbed her calloused palm over the small wet patch. Ellie slipped your panties to the side, rubbing her index finger between your dripping folds. You couldn't help but twitch with each light tap on your clit. "You like that y/n? Show me how bad you want me" Ellie's words felt like drugs in your bloodstream, her mouth parting once again between yours. Her tongue fumbling against the inside of your mouth, licking your bottom lips just as she sticks her pointer inside you.

She strums pushing it up on your spongey part, you tighten around her as she pulls out then adds another. Her two fingers pumping in and out, your moans getting louder, gripping the back of her neck. She pulls out unbuttoning her sweat drenched shirt revealing a black sports bra, she takes off her black jeans adjusting her soaked boxers. Ellie pushes you down back onto the bed, making her way up sucking and kissing on your inner thighs, she leaves her signature purple and red marks.

"Oh my-" You manage to spat out as she plunges her tongue against your soaking wet cunt. "Take it" she says shoving two fingers in immediately...feeling you clench around her. She sighs out feeling you tense up every time you speed up against her swollen clit. The throbbing part of you begins to feel heavy, your stomach feels tight, that all too familiar knot forming. Ellie watches as you unclench releasing your hot, juices all down her hand.

She pulls her hand out, licking your juices off consuming it like she's been starved. "You did so good" Ellie says watching your red face become a shade darker from the praise.

Ellie lays next to you, rubbing your temples and handed you the glass of water near your bed...all you can manage to say while laying against her chest.....

"Please don't let me down again..."

I hope you guys enjoyed :0 I love writing one shot smuts, but I always need sooooo much detail that it could become an actual story LOL.

[i-love-wolves]

One time I had this dream that I was a wolf and my mission was to save the Sturniolo Triplets....

So for the first part you could see Nick and Chris Sturniolo washed up on the shores of an island. They were stranded. Nick got up, then he went to go find Chris. He woke up Chris.

"Where the fuck is Matt?" Nick's whole body is shaking.

"I don't know..." Chris mutters. Nick and Chris wash the sand off of their faces and start exploring the island.

Matt and my pov.

Matt is lying on his face in the sand. I'm under a tree, crouching in the grass. Is he dead? I think to myself. I walk over into the sun, it's so bright. I grab Matt's shirt in my jaws and drag him through the sand. I carry him over to the shaded area and wait for him. Hmm... I should probably get food for him...

I go hunting and when I come back with food, I see Matt sitting up by the tree. His body is quaking and his big human paws cover his face. At first I'm confused but I look closer and realize he is exhausted and scared. Is there a predator nearby?! Oh, right... I'm the predator.. it's not my fault he's small enough to be prey!

I get closer, slowly. He screams, it scares me and I bark at him. I immediately feel bad because I think I scared him more. I try to tell him that I'm sorry but he doesn't understand me. Ugh, why can't all species have the same communication? I notice Matt is more scared than prey. Oh.. is this what a panic attack looks like in his species? I have had panic attacks before. I want to cuddle him and tell him it will be okay, but he's scared of me.

I back up and lie down. I whimper. I want to show him that I'm not a predator. He doesn't move, he is crying. He looks like a scared pup. I have an idea. I show him the food I got for him, to show him that I care about him.

Matt takes deep breaths and calms down. "H-hi... My name is Matthew Sturniolo," he breathes shakily and holds his hand out.

I put my muzzle against his hand to greet him.

"I've lost my brothers... I don't know where they are, do you understand me?"

It takes me a minute to understand, but I realize he is looking for his pack. "Yeah, I understand you!" I bark. He flinches and backs up. Oh yeah... "Sorry..." I put my tail down.

We walk through the forest. It's gonna take at least 2 suns to get to the other side of the island, where I'd guess his pack is. The sun starts to set. My new friend, Matthew, is tired.

"Hey.. can we stop for camp or something? I need a break.." he whines.

"fine! If you INSIST" I playfully growl, with my tail wagging.

We find a cozy area by an abandoned den. Matt is shaking. I realize he is freezing cold. He doesn't have much fur... Only a little bit on his head. I look at him like "What do you want me to do about it? That's your problem!"

"Wait here," he tells me. I wasn't planning to follow him anyway.

A few minutes later he comes back with lots of sticks. He places them in a pile near us. He pulls a green small device out of his pocket. He holds over the sticks. "Fuck, my lighter is broken!" He angrily gestures at the device. He tries a couple times and it finally works! It makes an orange bright thing. A mini sun? What is that. I go to smell it to figure out what it is. Shit! It bit me! I whine loudly.

"No! Don't do that!" Matt shouts.

"Well no shit!" I growl. There is an awkward silence. "Sorry.. didn't mean to yell at you..." I whine. I put my tail down to show him that I'm sorry.

The next morning I can't help but feel kind of sad. Matt keeps talking about how amazing his pack is. My pack left me when I was a pup. They didn't mean to... There was a predator after us and they had to flee. I couldn't go with them.

"My brothers and I are influencers online. We make videos in our car and also vlogs." Of course I have no idea what he is talking about. What the fuck is a video. What is online? "I miss my brothers... I love them so much..."

I know he is anxious. I rub my tail against his ankles to tell him it's fine.

"What if they get hurt? What if they aren't even here? What if they..." Matt is worried about his pack. Tears fall down Matt's face as he worries. I gently grab Matt's hand in my mouth. I don't bite him, but it still scares him. "Are you... Are you holding my hand?" He gently smiles through the tears. I keep comforting Matt. I let out a quiet noise. I want him to know I'm there for him. Matt wipes his tears.

We hear a noise. My ears perk up. "What the FUCK!" I loudly growl.

Matt quiets me. "Shut the hell up!"

"M-Matt?" A voice says.

"Chris?" Matt says.

Is that actually Chris?

The person reveals himself. He has longish hair. His hair is brown and this man is kind of tall. There is another man shying behind him. When he stands up, he is actually taller than the first man.

I look up at Matthew, "Is this your pack?" I yip.

Matt doesn't answer. The men smell like him, so I assume they are his pack. Matt runs over to his pack and hugs them.

"MATT! THERE'S A WOLF BEHIND YOU!" The tallest one barks.

No fucking shit.

"Nick, calm down! Don't yell, you'll scare him!" Matt shuts him up. Thank God, that was embarrassing.

"Matt, run!" Chris whispers.

"Chris, no! He's friendly. He helped me find you guys!" Matt talks to them.

I roll my eyes. I roll over playfully to tell them that I'm not a predator.

"Come here, boy!" Matt holds out his hand and crouches down.

I glare at him, "I ain't no puppy."

He kind of understands this. He gives me a look to say "Suck it up!"

I allow him to pet me. I really like Matt Sturniolo. He's very kind.

"I'm gonna miss you, buddy," he pets me.

I whine, I'll miss him too.

[davyjoneslockr]

❤️🥳💌 (this feels like i'm sending a love letter)

(For this ask game)

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

Hmm idk. I go back and forth on what lines I like, and what lines I wish I could change, or now consider kinda cheesy or melodramatic. Off the top of my head, I'm fairly happy with these two, though.

From This Bird Has Flown:

"And it hits Giorno, then, that he’s right. It’s terrifying, the ease with which he’d revealed his hand, played a card needlessly, invited Fugo to picture his childhood in shades of beige and worn-out clothes and a cold, cold house without a fireplace.

He pulls his knees closer to his chest."

And from Leaves That Are Green:

"And he clutches the final offering, the tee shirt that’s haunted his sleepless nights, in both hands. He lingers for a moment, presses it to his face, and it only smells like himself, like his laundry detergent and dryer sheets.

(In the end, he wonders, did it ever smell like anything else?)"

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

If we're going back to the *very* beginning, I started writing Sonic the Hedgehog fanfic in fourth grade before I even knew what fanfic was, just to get all my daydreams on paper lol. But as far as being an actual hobbyist fic writer, I was honestly just bored during my freshman year of college and wrote a Jotakak fic for fun, and eventually I realized I could actually post it on the internet and maybe get involved with the fandom and stuff. I honestly didn't figure I'd post much, but that fic got waaaay better reception than I was expecting, which really motivated me to keep writing and sharing my work. So tbh it just started as something I did for the hell of it, but quickly became something I find a lot of joy in, and it's always been out of love for the source material. Plus, I've made a lot of friends through it, and it's actually been good for my other work, too - it keeps me writing, and a lot of that practice is really beneficial for my original work.

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

According to AO3, it seems to be angst in various forms, lol. And I will admit that I enjoy writing super angsty shit. But I think the healing component after the angst is really important and cathartic to me, too. I like to toss my blorbos around like Gmod ragdolls and blast them into oblivion, but I also like writing about them recovering, and how that place of recovery isn't perfect, but it's something. So hurt/comfort, maybe?

[holyfunnyhistoryherring]

[Image description: a drawn comic in various shades of pink.]

Thoughts on being a Girl in elementary school. by Daro J [a child with a long ponytail, in t-shirt and knee length shorts, facing away from the title]

It was in forth grade that I decided I couldn't wear pink anymore. [Same girl is sitting cross legged and solemnly saying, "I like sports! And Bakugan!", while thinking, "I'm so cool".] I also had to have my hair in a ponytail. This is because I was a "tomboy".

And of course girls can't be more than one thing at a time. The smart girl [kid in a pale dress, with glasses and twin braids, reading from a book] or the cool girl [kid in a shirt and shorts, stepping on a skateboards and making a piece sign] or the girly girl [blonde kid in a frilly shirt, wide skirt, and slightly heeled shoes]. I felt I had to fit into a category.

I had decided I wanted to be "the cool girl", which meant I had to act like "a boy".

Because boys were cool, tough, and strong. [An assortment of toys. Skateboard, game controller, toy bus, soccer ball, toy robot. Surrounded by speech bubbles. "Man up!" "Men make better leaders." "Boys are more athletic."]

While girls were lame, weak, and in the way. [Another assortment. Hair brush, bow, lipstick, dress for a doll, high heel, and something heart shaped. The speech bubbles are different. "You throw like a girl!" "Girls are so over-emotional!" "You're not like other girls, you're cool." "Girls are bad at video games."]

I remember telling sexist jokes. [The same girl sitting next to a boy and asking, "Why does Beyonce say 'to the left'?" "Why?"] [Same set up but the girl says "Because she has no rights!" while the boy laughs.]

I remember bragging about how "not girly" I was. [Same girl, sitting in a circle with another girl and boy. She says, "Man, I hate having to dress up."; Close up of her disgusted face. "And wearing skirts? Ugh!"; Back to the circle but her hands are crossed over her stomach. "I'd rather die."]

I had been taught for some reason that these jokes were funny. I enjoyed dressing up but I wanted to show off. I wanted my existence to be acknowledged, and I felt like if I acted like a girl I would become less important.

In sixth grade... I started wanting to wear my hair down again. [The girl with her hair loose in front of a mirror.] But... [the back of her head as she holds her hair together] I was too afraid people would make fun of me. [Pulling her hair through a hair tie.]

I thought people would tell I was doing it to get the attention of boys. [Stick figures holding hands with a heart above them. One has short hair and shorts. The other long hair and skirt.]

I didn't know I could do something just because I wanted to. [The girl walking towards the school building with her backpack.] I was still convinced I had to fit into an image.

In my brain, "girly" and "cool" were polar opposites. [An adult asking, "Thanks for coming to Pizza Hut, pick a toy!" The speech bubble covers the faces of two other adults.; The girl holds a toy robot and thinks, "I'll pick a boy toy so people think I don't like girl stuff.]

I hated when people pointed out I was a girl. [She asks a group of boys "Can I play?" "Hmm, I dunno. You're a girl." "I can still kick the ball well!!" "Yeah? Take a shot at our goalie." She thinks, "I'll do more than that! I'll do a cool trick I learned in soccer practice!! OK, so it went like that... Whoops." She kicks the ball backwards and the boys all laugh, while she blushes.]

I never realized until a year or so after elementary school that it wasn't okay to make fun of someone for being of acting like a girl.

After all, girls in movies do it all the time! [An adult woman with make up, long hair, and big boobs says to a line up of guys, "You all need to man up. Or are you all just a bunch of girls?"]

Of course, I knew sexism was wrong, and men and woman should be equal.

But the idea of sexism in my head was this. [Angry boy with crossed hands. "I hate women. They're stupid and I'm better than them!"]

I didn't know this could qualify as well. [Same boy conversationally, "It's just a fact that women aren't as funny as men."]

Talking to my AFAB friends, it seems many went through similar experiences. [The girl, all grown up, with loose hair jewelry, a skirt. Talking to two short haired women. One face to face, and the other through a computer. Below that the woman has her hands raised in outrage and is yelling at the audience, "Why is this a thing?"]

There are many reasons: problems in my culture/society, media, internalized misogyny. [The woman standing with a hand on her hip. "And all of these kind of blend together."]

I believe things are starting to change, which is good, but it hasn't been that long, and there are still problems. [Two people, one flat chested and the other not. Their speech bubbles contain the signs for male and female, and their thought bubbles are filled with question marks.]

I want young girls to know they can play basketball and also have a crush. [A kid smiles and waves at another kid, holding a basketball. The basketball kid has a thought bubble with a heart.]

I want young girls to know they don't have to choose between wearing dresses and playing video games. [Woman in a dress, on a couch, with a game controller, yelling "Die! Ha ha ha ha" at a screen.]

I want young girls to know they can be themselves.

I know finding yourself is a part of growing up, but we could at least make it a bit more enjoyable, yeah?

["Thanks for reading!!" Says the woman in her loose hair, skirt and jewelry, as she gives a peace sign and skates away.]

[End description.]

Zine I made in December and forgot to upload here! Some thoughts about myself in elementary school.

[elliebear666]

So, despite my depression spirals?

Let's talk about my transition.

Am I in any way regretting the changes? No. Not a single bit. In fact, I'm a little sad in some ways that the changes aren't MORE, ya know... massive? That I didn't develop normal sized and looking breasts. That my face structure is still the same, even if more feminine. That my hips didn't widen. Etc. I'm sad that the effects didn't literally make me female lol and that's the ONLY issue.

What negative effects have I experienced? Hmm... anxiety about not looking feminine enough. Depression about not looking feminine enough. So essentially the same dysphoria I experienced before, only now massively reduced.

Positive things I've experienced?

God, where do I start? Umm... I have developed breasts. They're perky and small, but I wear bras now. It's... as silly as this sounds? Going out and buying bras for myself? Made me so fucking happy. I can't express the euphoria I experienced as a trans girl going to buy bras with my mom. I'm literally going to cry about this. The experiences I never got? Just small things like this? God I... it sounds so silly but it is just... I'm happy.

My hips and butt have both become more full. I feel pretty in tight jeans, and my legs look feminine enough that, as long as I shave my legs, I wear shorts now! I used to HATE shorts because of my leg hair! As a teen, I wanted to shave my legs with my mom's razor but I don't think I did. But, when I was dating a girl, she was insecure about her body hair so I was like... why don't you shave? She was nervous but I said, "Okay. Tell you what. I'll shave too!" In truth? I felt excited at the prospect. I shaved and she shaved. I realized I loved it. She realized she preferred not to. So, I shave pretty often now and feel happy wearing shorts. :)

My experience with estrogen changing my emotions? So... I've always been an emotional person. I'm a big cry baby. But my emotions often felt... like, yes, I experienced numbness and emptiness often but... my experience has become... how do I describe this? More right? When I experience emotions? Like, in the past, I felt like the world was in shades of gray. Everything felt lifeless and empty and cold. And now? I feel like I can see in color. I feel like I'm experiencing emotions that are even more full and robust. I do cry more easily now too. I'm not sure if it's because I am accepting my feelings or because estrogen has caused that change. But I used to be bothered how, as I grew? The changes of testosterone? They were AWFUL.

Let's talk about clothing and style. Ya girl went through a series of aesthetic changes and issues lmao like I didn't know how to dress or fully what I liked. As time has passed, I'm coming into what I like. For the longest time, I wore an oversized rainbow dyed hoodie and jeans/leggings. I wanted to express with my clothing that I was living a light of life and vivacity and vividness. Now? Ya girl is back to wearing a lot of black. I still wear blue jeans, etc. But I don't wear tshirts much if at all unless as a night shirt. I have dresses and skirts and I LOVE some of my dresses to death. I was definitely sad when summer ended and I couldn't wear dresses anymore. But, summer is coming and I can start wearing them again!!!! I love that my outfits say "girl" now. I feel shapely and I feel attractive. Men hit on me which... is an interesting development? Being approached by literal strangers interested in sex or wanting to give me their number is... odd - I accepted one number, but blocked him after a weird call, and shut down everyone else. Especially because most of these men don't know I'm transgender. I haven't been misgendered in years. I do worry about the weight I've lost making me look more masculine though.

Dating as a woman? Existing as a woman in the world? It's been an experience. The level of anxiety and worry I had about passing was astronomical. Now... I get called ma'am, miss, girlfriend. Baby girl... and I just... god. I'm smiling my ass off. I'm a daughter and a sister and an aunt. The level of euphoria I've experienced about the changes to these titles? About my pronouns? She/her/hers. I am beyond happy. I am so fucking happy about this aspect. I didn't want to be a brother or boyfriend or son or uncle or husband or father because... I wasn't a man. I said I didn't want to get married or have children (1. Didn't want to "pass on what I have" 2. Didn't want to be a husband or a father.) Although, there was a person I wanted to marry, I would have... not been able to live as a man to be with this woman. But now? The thought of being a mother? A wife? I could do that. I fact... I would be ecstatic to be someone's wife :) just imagining, "Hey, guys. This is my wife, Ellie!" Shivers! Whenever I adopt? I'll be a mom :) Being a girlfriend is amazing lmao I'm so happy that guys have told me they want me to be their girlfriend.

Let's see... what else?

Learning to change my voice? The level of vocal dysphoria I have experienced in my life has been truly awful. Like... bad. I spent a good couple years feminizing my voice and I am happy with the results. Although I wish it didn't have to be a CHOICE to change my voice, and that was just how it was? I enjoyed the journey aspect of finding my voice. I can now talk and hear a voice that is MINE! Like... this is MY voice! And like... I've cried and laughed and been so fucking euphoric about having a voice that matches who I am. I wish cis people knew what this experience was like for trans people. However? Although I have come to love my voice in its own way, for singing? Um... I still experience dysphoria to a good degree about my singing voice. But, I don't think that's something I could easily change? Especially because of the damage I caused my vocal chords. Like, it is what it is, but... tbh? I was screaming for years because I was in pain. I was angry and hurting and lost and broken and dysphoric. And I was destroying myself. I was destroying myself because the body I inhabited felt so goddamn wrong. Like... fuck. Idek. I'm sorry...

Let's see... what else 🤔

Ahhh, my name!!! So. I wrote a book some time ago. And a character in it was named Ellianore. When I first started considering names? I considered using that name. That's the name I used in online games a lot. But I decided that the Ellianore was... a bit bunch? Um... and I settled on Elleanor instead. Madeline (pronounced madalyn) So, the reason I chose Madeline was... I love the name for one lol. And then... my mom used to call me Mattie as a kid. And the nickname for Madeline is Maddie :) I'm sure you can put two and two together. I felt like it was a nod to the past, to my mom that I love so much, and a brave, bold step into my future. My old name was Matthew Evan. My new name is Elleanor Madeline. The initials just switched around!!! Isn't that cool!?

So?

In summary... the positive I've experienced far, far, far outweigh the negative. The negative being shit I already dealt with, just now not as severe and mitigated as best I can at current. I have no regrets. This is who I am and what I needed. I'm experiencing euphoria, living a life that feels authentic. And I am finally finding contentment in myself as a person.

I guess... some of my regrets would be that I didn't transition as a teen. I do regret that. And I regret how I allowed myself to act due to my pain and depression with my life. I've hurt people I love... and I so very much regret to my core these mistakes.

I look forward to the future. I look forward to my surgery. I look forward to the years I have left in which I can live and love authentically.

[hush-writes-preg]

(Pronouns are He/Him)

Hi! Same anon as the train ask, it was lovely! Now though, I can't stop picturing the exact same scenario but without the birth. I'm not in labor, I'm just very needy. I'm far too shy to ask you to take me outright, but I'd be stroking my belly and shooting you little glances, blushing a bright shade of scarlet. I'd want praise, I'd want comfort, but most of all I'd want a partner for the night.~

Train Anon! 🚂 So glad to see you back! (This was the train ask mentioned, in case anyone is wondering.)

So let's step back onto the train for a little extra love, hmm?

I've always loved working on long-distance trains. They're peaceful, stable, yet not without their moments of surprise or adventure. As the manager of the on-board service employees and a pretty flexible guy, I tend to work all sorts of shifts and meet all sorts of people along the way. And I'm not a saint by any means; I'm not ashamed to admit that sometimes I indulge in the occasional tryst with a fellow employee or even a passenger after I clock out of my shift. Keeps things interesting.

Few make enough of an impression to stick around in my memory for very long. But you're one of them.

I remembered seeing you around during a few days of that particular route, in the dining car or as you made your way through the train. You were a little hard to miss with your exaggerated waddle and that massive pregnant belly always getting in your way, especially when I came across you in the corridor and we had to do an awkward shuffle to get around each other. But despite your embarrassment, I remembered the warmth in your eyes and the sweet, crooked little smile you shot my way. It stuck with me, you know?

So when I bumped into you later near the end of my late shift, I paid attention. That's when I realized that the warmth of your expression didn't just come from kindness, but from need.

You kept glancing at me while we chatted about nothing, your eyes roaming over my body and just as quickly darting away while you rubbed at the gargantuan swell of your near-term abdomen. The thin fabric of your shirt did nothing to hide the straining peaks of your nipples, and when you caught me staring, your face went so red I thought it might go up in flames. But I simply smiled, and you relaxed again, at least until I asked if you needed help getting back to your room for the night.

I almost thought you might turn me down. But instead you slowly nodded, peeking up at me from beneath shy lashes, and took my hand when I offered it to you.

You could have changed your mind at any time during the short walk back to your compartment. We could have said our goodbyes at the door and neither of us would have walked away with regrets. Instead, you worried at your lip, stole a single glance down the otherwise empty corridor, and pulled me into your room.

So that's how I ended up stripping down a complete stranger in the middle of the night on a train, our clothes quickly cast aside and forgotten as we came together like a pair of lust-starved teens. Your gravid belly lay large, taut, and heavy between us as we lost ourselves in a passionate kiss that reduced the world to nothing more than your room, your body, your bed. I guided you back to the mattress as our hands roamed, and the desperate gasp that rose from your lips when my hand delved between your legs in gentle exploration is one I'll never forget.

You seemed to have no idea how beautiful you were like that, your eyes wide, lips parted in breathless wonder, and your hips rocking into my seeking touch. Like every stroke of my fingers was new. Like no one had touched you like you deserved to be touched in months. So I reminded you, whispering soft words of encouragement and praise while I cradled you against my chest and brought you to completion, absolutely taken by the way you so easily shattered in my arms.

It wasn't until you were limp and panting beneath me from your first orgasm that I finally notched our bodies together and filled you up.

I gained a whole new appreciation for pregnancy that night, as you greedily took me deep again and again with an insatiable fervor. You spread your legs and arched back to meet my every thrust, your keening, wanton cries filling the room while I filled you with my cock and seed. I discovered the joys of fondling your swollen chest and tonguing your engorged arousal until your eyes rolled back in your head. And when we paused for a few moments to breathe, the sight and feel of the baby moving inside of you left us exchanging glances of absolute wonder.

That night passed far too quickly, and it was with some reluctance that I finally pulled away to dress when the sun began to peek through the blinds. You laid sprawled out across the tangled sheets with a sleepy, sated smile as you watched me, like a well-fucked Adonis with your huge belly bare to my eyes. A weaker man might not have been able to walk away from such a sight.

We had no words left to say, and I don't think we needed them, either. I gave you one more smile, nodded my head, and left you to slip off into dreamland while I made my exit.

Never did catch your name. But I still catch myself thinking of you some nights when I'm alone on the train, wondering if our paths will ever cross again.

[buckysboobs]

BEG ME TO STOP || k.p.

Warnings: degradation, slapping, spit kink, spanking, choking, daddy kink, slight consent play, dom!kai, just 1.6k words of really rough and filthy smut. Also it's my first time writing smut and I got carried away so oops?

He's busy reading the grimoire while she sits and watches him and the way her LED lights cast a reddish hue all over the room. He looked dangerous, and she was feeling like playing with fire.

"Malachai." She calls out, heart thumping against her chest. He replies with a 'Hmm?' without taking his eyes off the book.

"Give me attention."

He looks up at her. She's on the bed laying upside down, eyes hopeful and locked on his crotch. For some reason they're always locked there. It is a very nice sight.

"No." And with that, he's back to reading.

She gets up and slowly walks over to the chair.  She snatches the book away from him and straddles his lap.

His hands push up to her waist to still her.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks, gaze hard, an eyebrow raised. She throws the book over her shoulder and looks right into his eyes.

"Daddy, please give me attention." 

Once he realizes what she really wants, his features soften and his hand comes up to cup her cheek.

"Yeah?" he asks. She nods.

It was unpredictable, how he suddenly yanked her by the hair and darned a slap upon her cheek. She moaned, heat rising up her skin. 

"Always so thirsty for daddy's attention, aren't you? Such an attention seeking whore." 

She made the infamous puppy eyes at him, "I'm sorry daddy, just wanted your touch."

"Oh with that attitude i'm gonna give you a hell of a lot more than that." 

With that being said he holds her close and whooshes away to their bedroom. He throws her on the bed, his lips immediately pressing to her lips. She starts sucking on his tongue when his hand wraps around her throat, his fingers applying sight pressure as her mouth snaps open and a gasp escapes the back of her throat.

He spits into her mouth. 

She hums in content, swallowing and opening her mouth for more. He slaps her again. 

"Don't be a greedy bitch now, darling." He commands, lips attaching to her neck and sucking cherry shaded bruises into her skin.

"Daddy please…" she cries, small hands trying to pry open his shirt, "I want to feel you!"

"Of course you do." he smiles, and with a snap of his fingers his shirt is off. She presses her lips to his shoulders, open mouthedly sucking, loving the salty-sweet taste of his skin. His hot breath fans over the side of her neck and down her chest as he's licking wide stripes, fingers pushing into her hips.

"Off." he mumbles against her skin and with a heavy tug, he pulls down her panties. He shoves his fingers into her mouth and she rolls her tongue around them, sucking like there's no tomorrow. He pulls them back with a pop and she blushes red when his index finger rubs against her clit, furiously applying pressure. A heavy gasp escapes her throat when Kai starts kissing down her stomach, licking into her navel and down to her heat. She presses her thighs together, almost trapping his head between them when he pries them apart with his hand and moves back up to lick into her mouth.

"Daddy please…" she whines, pushing her heat back and forth on his fingers, trying to get some friction and he sniggers mockingly.

"Getting yourself off on my fingers… what a fucking slut." With that being said he abruptly reaches down and licks a wide stripe up her gaping cunt.

"Oh shit!" she cries out, earning herself a spank.

Kai's prickly beard rubs against her pussy and inner thighs as he eats her out like she's delicacy, tongue reaching in and out of her core and thumb rubbing harsh circles on her clit. Without warning, he pushes two fingers in and she gasps, hand yanking on the sheets to ground herself.

His experienced mouth sucks on her clit, fingers furiously thrusting in and out of her pussy, mind reveling in her cries and gasps of pleasure and mouth full of her sweet taste. His long and thick fingers scissor her open, thrusting hard against her insides, basically tearing her apart and he's not even started.

She pushes down on his fingers when Kai comes to level with her, whispering dirty things into her ear.

"Grind on 'em," he moans, his dick getting impossibly hard against his jeans at the mouth watering sight of her, skin red, hair spread out all over the sheets and eyes filled with tears. Her mouth looked puffy and a cry escaped her parted lips when he gave a particularly hard thrust with his fingers. 

She feels a heat pool in her belly and cries out, "Daddy i'm close!"

Kai pulls back and she whines in protest. 

"I was so close!" she says, breathing heavily as she watches Kai play with the buckle of his belt. 

"Make daddy feel good and he'll let you come."

That's an offer she can't refuse so it barely takes her a minute before she's on her knees, pulling down Kai's jeans and watching his hard cock bounce against his stomach. Kai's hand comes down to rest atop her head, slightly pulling at a few strands of hair as she takes the tip into her mouth, giving kitten licks to the head.

Kai slaps her across the face, his fingertips burning her skin. "Don't be a tease, bitch."

Tears roll down her cheek and she moans around his cock, taking all of it down, the gag reflex she had worked so hard on finally coming into use. Kai yanks at her hair roughly, thrusting into her mouth while her hands rest on his thighs. He shoves his cock harder into her warm mouth, letting out breathy moans at the sounds of which her heat begins to pool again and her hand reaches down to play with her clit.

Kai sees that and pulls out of her mouth, spitting onto her face and darns another slap onto her cheek. She cries out loud, her pussy pulsing wet and throbbing.

"Nasty little bitch," he snorts bitterly, shoving his cock down her throat again and yanking her head back by the hair, "I didn't allow you to touch yourself, did I?"

She moans and it sends vibrations around his cock, he's thrusting harder when she feels him twitch and his seed is spilling down her throat.

"Swallow it." he warns, even though he knows he doesn't have to tell her. She swallows it like it's delicacy and she's been starving forever, closing her eyes and humming in content. Kai pulls out and she opens her mouth to show him that she had, indeed, swallowed it all.

"That's my girl." he praises and she beams at the response. However, the soft moment is over when he grabs her and pushes her against the wall, tongue plunging into her mouth.

She grips his shoulders but he doesn't take it, instead he thrusts hard into her pussy. His hands find hers and their fingers intwine, Kai holding them beside her head as he thrusts roughly without warning. She cries out, but the pain subsides soon and she's dwelling in the pleasure that comes with his animalistic thrusts. Her body's bobbing up and down with every thrust and Kai is grunting right into her ear, his breath tickling her skin and hands holding her down. She's crying because it feels so good and it hurts so good, his thick cock ramming into her tight cunt and heat striking every inch of her skin, his pubic bone slapping against hers. He pulls out for a second and whooshes them away to the bed where he flips her onto her front and enters her from behind, ripping a scream from her lips. He's cheating with his vampirism too, his thrusts hard and deep when he changes the angle. He grabs her neck and pulls her back up against his chest, pounding into her mercilessly while she screams his name. 

His hand comes down to brush against her clit and she starts to cry even louder, "Fuck! Fuck i'm going to cum!"

"Go on, bitch, come for me" he whispers in her ears but his thrusts never stop, he fucks her through her orgasm, still pounding hard and furious when she begs him to stop.

"That's a good girl, beg." He fucks her hard and rough and she screams, tears rolling down her cheeks and pausing at her chin, her fluids slipping down her thighs. She could have used the safe word if she wanted to , but she truly didn't because the pain and the overstimulation felt so heavenly.

"I'm gonna fill you up." Kai snarls, fucking into her roughly and rubbing fast circles on her clit, lips attaching to her ear, "I'm gonna bury my seed in your tight little cunt, breed you like a bitch in heat."

"Oh god daddy oh shit— FUCK!" she cries as another orgasm washes over her and he thrusts even harder if possible, flipping her onto her back and throwing her legs over his shoulder, he fucks her into oblivion where she's completely at his mercy. 

It hurts so good. She feels his thrusts get slower and realizes he must be close to his own orgasm but this didn't stop him as a loud groan escaped his throat and he fucked her like an animal. 

With another thrust he's spilling into her, washing her pussy with his seed and leaving his cock buried tight into her as he collapses right on top of her, breathing heavily. Her hand comes up to play with his hair and he gives her cheek a soft kiss before pulling out, making her wince.

"I wanna cuddle, daddy." she mumbles, and he smiles at her, laying right beside her on the dirty sheets as he opens his arms and she falls right into them.

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[mywonuderful]

WEi reaction to you wearing their shirt

anon’s request: Hey hai! Idk if this is categorized as smut but I think it's not too explicit so I wanna try hehe. Can I request WEi's reaction towards us only wearing their shirt? Thank you! ><

a/n: sorry this took longer than expected I was finishing up with finals when I got this request but nonetheless, I did this in bullet point form instead so I hope you don't mind it! thank you for requesting anon!

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Daehyun

i just want to say how smol he looks when all the members team up to make fun of him

but regardless of that let's say he's over at your place to watching a movie together

"hurry up! the movie is going to start without you!" he yelled from the living room

you were in your room, changing into something more loose and cozier for the m o o d so you just grabbed whatever came into your sight without giving much thought

you walked out into the living room where Daehyun was sitting on one end of the couch, arm resting on top of the armrest

he glances over his shoulder as he heard your footsteps approached and did a double take as you stood in front of him. he doesn't move, eyes fixed on you and then the shirt you're wearing before you looked down, cheeks turning pink as you realized that you were wearing his shirt

"is that-"

"i just grabbed the first thing i saw" you said in a hurry as he tried to hide his smile and his blushing cheeks

the commercials were finally coming to an end as the opening scene started playing. You motioned him to scoot over but he doesn't budge.

"the movie is starting..."

"nevermind the movie, that can wait. let me admire you in my shirt for a moment." he reached for the remote, pressing pause before gently pulling you to sit on his lap as the both of you exchanged soft eyes and chuckles.

"you should start wearing my shirts more often"

Donghan

you were at the boy's dorms as they didn't have any schedules for the day. everyone was scattered around the living room, doing their own things as they spend their time relaxing.

Yohan suggested to open the window because of how bright the sun was shinning but you couldn't help but to feel goosebumps on your skin as the afternoon breeze brushed your skin.

you stood up from Donghan's embrace as he was sharing his advice on some new device that Seokhwa wanted to get and headed to his closet. opening the door to his walk-in closest was racks of shirts from different style, colors and fabrics. you tapped your chin, deciding what to wear before you felt a pair of arms hugging your waist.

"welcome to Donghan's closet, what can I do for you today?" he rested his chin on top of your shoulder was in hummed, eyes scanning the line of clothes

"hmm, maybe something warm" you commented before the weight on your shoulder was gone as you were turned around to face Donghan. "it's a little chilly with the windows opened" you added in your defense before he gave you the 'i told you to dress warm yet you come here wearing a t-shirt' look

"I can't even tell if you planned this or not anymore" he sighed in defeat as your cheerfully smiled.

"Well I guess I would be lying if I said I didn't like you taking my clothes anyways." he confessed as the two of you laughed before he helped you picked out a sweater

Yongha

I apologize for my lack of knowledge in (combat) gaming in advance as I only know super smash bros and street fighter

"what took you so long? I'm going to start the game without you!" was the first thing you heard from Yongha as you set foot into their dorm.

he was starting at the edge of the bed, legs crossed as he choose his characters, eyes not even taking a glance at you. you pouted at his actions as you purposely dropped you bag on his coffee table, making a loud thud

still no reaction from him :/

feeling disappointed, you sat beside him as the two of you went for a couple of rounds (?) of super smash bros

"c'mon Y/N, I swear you're not even trying" the screen showed your character in defeat as his won. He fell back on his bed, letting out a irresistible smile.

"okay okay how about this. next game, loser of 2 of 3 pays for chicken." he sat back up, hoping to get you some determination on actually playing the game when his eyes widen from taken notice of what you were wearing, his face changing from his smooth honey skin to a shade of a tomato.

"is that my sh-"

"finally someone is taking a notice." you grumbled as he placed his controller down before hugging you, nuzzling his nose on your neck to hide his embarrassment. "you know I can never back down on a deal. Let's get it over it." you picked up your controller, already knowing that you can't stand a chance from Yongha

but to your surprised, after 3 rounds, you won 2 of them, making Yongha the loser of his deal

"I won! Chicken is on you!" You cheered as you jumped on his bed. He sat there, staring at the screen dumbfounded from reality.

"thats not fair." he whined as you sat back down. he pouted his lips as you squished his cheeks. "I was distracted by you wearing my shirt."

"well now I guess I know what your weakness is when it comes to playing games"

Yohan

he planned a little date with you to go strolling down the city streets. you decided to wear something causal and went with a pair of jeans and his t-shirt that you tucked in.

you were waiting at the spot that the both of you agreed on meeting as you glanced at your phone for the time. you were early by a few mintues.

from a distance Yohan was making his way over when he turned in and saw a familiar figure but couldn't tell if it was you since it was the back.

you hear light footsteps approaching before you lifted your head from your phone, turning around check who it was

*cue fading starlight by annyeong bada*

he stops at his steps as you stood in front of him, eyes widen from since he didn't expect it to be you

"ah, why is it so bright all of a sudden?" he squinted his eyes, trying to cover your brightly shining appearance as your playfully punched his chest from his cringe-worth line. he looked at your outfit as you did the same to him, before looking back on your own, seeing the same thing

"isn't that my shirt?" the both of you said at the same time before he raised an eyebrow at you as you were about to explain yourself.

"your shirt? I was looking for that shirt for the longest time!" he pointed at his t-shirt you were wearing. You looked down at it with guilt before he pulled you into a hug. "I'm just joking, love."

"hey, didn't you say you always wanted to try couple pairing?" you suddenly recalled him mentioning it as he looked down at you.

"well, I guess we truly are meant to be having that we wore the same thing without even planning it."

Seokhwa

you promised Seokhwa to help take some photos for him for his Instagram post and so here you are, getting ready to head out to the shooting shot that he suggested. Since you were only taking pictures, you didn't try out on dressing, knowing that Seokhwa finds you looking effortless in anything you wear

you made your way over to the spot as he stood with a few of his members as they all finished their schedules today.

you quietly went behind Seokhwa before jumping in attempt to scare him. he turned around to meet you with a smile before pulling you into a hug his members pretending to throw up

"it's that-"

"that looks familiar"

"Seokhwa's shirt?"

"So she can wear it but not me?"

all the members started to take notice of you wearing his shirt as your unconsciously covered your body with your arms

"hey hey hey, but in all seriousness when you take it?" he turns to face you as you let out a cheeky smile

"last week when I came over and you were too busy fanboying over Apink, mister hardcare pink panda" you crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at him as he looked away, pretending now to hear.

"I'm sorry love." he kissed your forehead "but you know i'll always be the biggest fanboy for you? Especially when you're wearing my shirt, it's making me hard to keep my fanboying to myself." He bent to whisper into your ear as a flushed creeps past your face and ears

"a little heads up but if I let my fanboy self out today, it's on Y/N" he confessed to his members as they all broke out into fits of laugh and teasing

Junseo

my bias wreaker in WEi because he's t h a t handsome and my self confidence drops because of him

after 2 weeks of their recent comeback which meant hectic schedules and performances, you finally have Junseo for yourself as he was over at your place for a sleepover. You were cuddling in his arms as he showed you pictures of places and food he wants to try and visit in Jeju.

"We have to visit the Sunrise Park if we every get a chance to visit Jeju." you hummed in response as he took notice that your eyes were getting tired. "Do you want to sleep?" you nodded in response as he kissed your nose. He got up to use the washroom as you changed out of your loungewear into your pajamas before hopping back into bed. He got out and crawled onto bed before joining you.

you faced each other as you traced his features with your finger as he playing with your hair when he noticed you wearing his shirt, making him sit up.

"is there something wrong?" you followed and sat up as you saw his face tinting into red.

"is that your pajamas?" he pointed at what you were wearing before you feel into a shade of pink, getting caught red-handed for wearing his clothes.

"a-ah... I'll wash it and-"

"come here" he cut you off as he laid on his side, facing you as he patted the spot beside him, telling you to lay beside him. you silently followed. "you can keep it. I think you look better in it than me" you let out a muffled chuckle

"I only wore it because I missed you." You admitted into his chest, feeling regret as the last words left your mouth.

"what? I couldn't hear you clearly?" He lifted your chin for you to look at him. He has a smile that you knew you wouldn't escape unless you repeated your words.

"you were busy for the past 2 weeks... So this was the closest thing I could get from having a breakdown from missing you" you shyly mumbled as he stroked your back, making your eyelids get heavier and heavier.

"well, you can forget about that shirt because I'll be the closet thing to you."

[prettybea]

Part 1

https://prettybea.tumblr.com/post/685422195777880064/chapter-1-alexandra-treses-pov-manila-a-common

Part 2

https://prettybea.tumblr.com/post/686041403771453440/chapter-2-professor-abraham-van-helsings-pov-i

Part 3

https://prettybea.tumblr.com/post/686357916772696064/chapter-3-lewis-peppers-pov-i-look-at-the-window

Part 4

https://prettybea.tumblr.com/post/687415997652779008/chapter-4-victor-frankensteins-pov-its-been-203

Part 5

https://prettybea.tumblr.com/post/690362967385112578/part-1

Chapter 6

Alexandra Trese's pov

My visions were black. All I remembered being attacked and saw a man who talk to Captain Robbie, Cecilia, Renfield, and Jessica until I was unconscious

Now, my sense started to come back as I opened my eyes to find it was blurry at first but I felt a throb in my head but it was gone for a second. I rubbed my head as I started to get back to my senses but I remembered that I was in the Bromburg Grove Forest but I never recognized this place before

The room was nothing but the shades of white, black, and grey. The walls were grey, the floor were white, the ceiling were grey, and the bed that I was laying is just a simple bed with the blanket black and the pillows and the sheets were white oh! I almost forgot that there is this white bright light that was shaped in a square

"Your awake " A voice can be heard I turn to look on my left to find Dr. Jekyll. I didn't even realize that there was a grey couch right next to me, he was sitting on the couch I think he just woke up

"What happened? "

"I...I don't know. All I know is that we defeat those demons in the forest and then this guys in a truck stormed in and just...tazed us "

"Wait, during the fight Hyde was the one who controls you "

"Correct but while he was busy fighting those guys I manage to see what is exactly. You see, everytime Hyde takes control I have no memory as to what happened but during the fight I managed to see what is going on " He explained, I noded as I make a mental note that he doesn't know about what happened whenever Hyde was in control

"I tried to wake you up but just seeing how peaceful you were while sleeping I'd rather not interrupt "

"Hmm...you woke up first? "

"Yeah, after the fight we all saw those soldiers and just...knock us out using there tazers "

"Indeed but we must get out of here and get the others out of here "

Dr. Jekyll agreed, I removed the blanket while he quickly stood up from the couch we were about to exit the room until the doorknob began to jiggle. We both stop as we started to engage from fighting just in case, the door opened wide to reveal...a man

"Oh, you two are awake " The man said. The man has a reddish mixed with brown hair that he tie it in a ponytail because he has a long hair, he has brown, he wore a brown newsboy hat, he wore a dark blue shirt the sleeves were rolled filled with ink and ketchup presumably that he ate lunch, he wore a brown waistcoat, a red tie, black pants, and brown boots

His expression is very friendly with his friendly smile as he was relief to see us alive and well. Me and Dr. Jekyll looked at each other with confusion

"Um...who're you? "

"Oh, right. Sorry for not introducing myself, the name's Alan, Alan Newcomer" He introduce himself in his British accent. We both shook his hand as he gave us a sweet smile

"I've come here to wake you guys up and get you two by the boss but seeing you guys already awake might as well bring you two and meet the boss "

"What about the others? " I ask, we both exit the room as we started following Alan

"Don't worry, the others were going to see the boss as well. Just follow me "

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We followed Alan. Me and Dr. Jekyll has no idea where we are. During our walks in the hallway while we follow Alan we felt the eyes from the employees of this building as there expression were written by suspicion, confused, and tense as they know that we are coming

We soon found an elevator, we enter the elevator and saw Alan pressed the button. Both of the door closed as we felt as the elevator started to ascending to meet this boss that they kept mentioning

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The door of the elevator opened as we three exit he elevator. Once we exit the elevator we were meet by a brown doors with a golden doorknob and right next to the door me and Dr. Jekyll find the others, they seemed exhausted presumably that they took the stairs instead of the elevator. Captain Robbie, Jessica, Cecilia, and Renfield were also there

When the team and the four humans notice us exiting the elevator they immediately stand up but as for the four humans they were just standing there like soldiers. I glance at Jessica who is glaring at all of us with her arms crossed but her glares was definitely straight at me

"Hey Detective. I see that you and the doctor took the elevator " Van Helsing said, he just stood up and lean himself from a wall with his hands on his pockets

"I see that you didn't take the elevator"

"What makes you say that? "

"All of you were sweating and I could hear your breathing it was as if you guys just went back after a long jog. So, it is confirmed that you guys used the stairs instead the elevator " I explained, the look on the boys' expression were surprised. I heard Dr. Jekyll chuckled at the expression of the others as he removed his eyeglasses as he wipe it using his black coat as he added:

"She really is detective "

"That's enough, the boss wants to see you now " Jessica said, our smiles fade away as she announced this. This is very important since we are eager and curious as to who is this boss that they kept mentioning Jessica opened the brown doors to let us in

Inside was an office. The office was a large space and the colors were the shades of brown, the ceilings were white. I glance to see there are shelves that stored books, notes, and even skull inside it was shut tight by glass door. There were sofas and a chair alongside a table that was filled with closed books. Even though the office looks like a fancy high class office I still feel the gothic aesthetic

"Woah, is this the boss' office? " Lewis ask, as his large hands touched the tables and look at the book cover of each books that was laying there. I heard Captain Robbie let out a 'heh' as if he knew that someone is going to ask them this question. Before he answered his question he went to one of the shelves and grab a bottle of whiskey and a glass cup and then he pours it onto the glass and then he took a gulp of the whiskey

"Yup, this is the boss' office "

"If this is the boss' office...then where is he? "

"Right behind you " Suddenly a voice spoke causing all of us to turn around so quickly and we found a man in a black suit exiting to a secret passage. Once he gets out the secret passage the door closed automatically under the disguise of a bookshelf

We were caught off guard about this as we did not expect that to happen. I've seen movies, series, and even cartoons about secret passage like that but I never would have thought that they exist in the real world after all

The man was in his 40's, he has well combed hair but I did notice some white strands in his hair, he wore a black suit that looks like a business attire, he has brown eyes, and his expression is very stern and serious. He fixed his neck tie and clears his throat

"Sorry I am terribly late. I have a meeting with The Mask Council about what happened at Bromburg Grove and the attack in London " He explained his excuses. He went to his desk and we all watched him sat down in his desk and light up a cigar

I heard Griffin let out a scoff as he sat down in one of the sofas grabbing a glass and pour it with whiskey as he starts to drink it. Even though he was wearing clothes the liquid of the drink can still be seen in his mouth and throat

"So...your the so called 'boss' or 'the boss' that this bloody strangers talked about " Griffin said, I could feel the tension in the room. The four humans were offended by Griffin's word but I notice that the boss stop the four from drawing out there guns and shoot at us

"And most of all...they didn't even say a single damn thing about you as they just said that 'ask the boss instead' that sort of thing " Van Helsing added. We must agree I mean throughout our recruitment we didn't even know who is this boss that kept mentioning and kept talking about

"Yes, I know. I know all of you were curious and confused as to what is going on but allow me to introduce to you the organization that you were held "

"Alright but you have promise to us that you will tell us your name we can't just call you boss " Lewis said, the boss noded his head as he understands that we are curious about his identity

"You are here for a reason to stop a cult that might cause a end of the world scenario "

"We already know that "

"I know. We brought all of you in Paranormal Cryptic Secure Defense or you might call it P.C.S.D "

"Is this some sort of SCP? " Lewis ask, we all look at Lewis with confusion written in our face

"Search it on the internet "

"Anyways, P.C.S.D is an organization where humans and monsters work together to stop paranormal scenario. There are creatures that we found and we run experiments it's either we terminated or recruit them to become our agent"

"Is that why they were staring at us because they know about this whole recruitment? " Lewis ask, the boss noded his head

"Is this P.C.S.D works for the government? " Griffin ask, he pour another whiskey and then drink it. The boss took a cigarette and he let out a smoke

"No, the government doesn't know about this. They just thought of this as a business building "

"So, the government doesn't know that P.C.S.D exist? So...how about the attack with those demons? "

"They know about those news but they completely ignore it they just believe that it wasn't true. Anyways, I'm terribly sorry if I knock you all without warning back at the Bromburg Grove Forest, you all here to stop a cult to summon a dangerous entity that I feared that it might be the devil himself since there are imps all over the place but before you go to that case there is one member that you must recruit " The boss explained, he slid a folder from the table until the folder landed on my hand

I grab the folder and then open it. I could hear the footsteps of the boys gathering around to read the folder

"The Wolfman? You mean Lawrence Talbot? " Dr. Jekyll ask, we all face to the boss as he just nods with the cigarettes in his mouth

"So...where is he? "

"We tried to track him for years and the recent that he was located in Spain in the town of Besalú " Captain Robbie answered us. He took another gulp from his whiskey and he also pours Griffin's glass as well

"How are we going to get there if the people find a dangerous and powerful vampire, a ghost, a traumatized doctor, a madman, a guy who is invisible, a hunter, a guy with stitches in his face that probably scare the kids, and a detective who solves cases using spells and weapons " Van Helsing pointed out, not gonna lie half of us kind of offended by his words

The boss let out a chuckled at this as he took another puff from his cigarettes

"That won't be a problem. Captain Robbie, Renfield would you- "

"Say no more boss! " Captain Robbie exclaimed that's when we realized that we are leaving and was about to recruit Lawrence Talbot

"Wait...we're going there right now? "

"Yep, c'mon time is gold. Let's not waste anymore time "

"Wait, you promised that you will tell us about the organization but in the end you will tell us who you are. So, who are you? " I ask, the room went silence when I mentioned about his identity our heads focused on the boss while the four all stared at us. I could feel Jessica was about to object but Cecilia stop her. Again, the boss took out a puff of smoke from his cigarettes and stare at me very intently

"My name is Jean, Jean Valjean. That's all you have to know. Now get going "

TO BE CONTINUED

[mxrvelxbucky]

Bucky Barnes x reader

Bucky Barnes one shots

Warnings: dirty thoughts, 18+ scenes

Words : 2,7k

Notes: Sorry if I have some mistakes, but English is not my native language

A/N: Do not copy, rewrite, repost or translate my work on here or any other site. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcome.

Bucky went out of the well-known cafe who went since Steve left, because there they were coming every day to take their coffee. But it was not only that the reason for his continued visit to Cafe. Every time he went to the Cafe, he was welcoming by the same girl, with her long black hair and emerald, her green eyes, with a beautiful and warm smile on her lips.

Every day Bucky tried to catch her talking but every time customers came so they could not talk and he was forced to leave and close again in his apartment.

Today, however, what surprised him was that he did not see her in the cafe. But he did not get into the process of asking the other girls in the Cafe where she was. But as he was leaving the cafe, he hit someone. But before the other person could fall, Bucky caught up with him. As he looked at it he immediately understood who he was.

These emerald looks, these fleshy red lips and snow-white skin definitely belonged to her. "I-um-eh-I-Iam-s-oh". He could not speak, he was bony. Bucky tried to apologize to her but no matter how hard he tried, the words did not come out of his mouth. He was literally stuck. How should he talk to her? What should he tell her? He did not know what to do, but you got him out of the predicament he was in, letting your voice, which was like a melody in Bucky's ears, resound.

"Morning Bucky" He did nothing, he did not react, he just looked deep into your eyes. You were starting to feel a little uncomfortable, because he had his arm wrapped around your waist, and your faces were a few inches apart.

Wow, that was the first time you noticed how beautiful his eyes were. They had many shades of blue inside. They were like oceans, dangerous oceans with a beauty and a serenity in them that made you want to explore them.

After a while you started to feel something hot enter your skin that made you scream from the burning. Bucky's coffee had spilled on your chest and stomach. When Bucky realized what he had done he was shocked. He had been absorbed by your features, your eyes, your lips, your body, everything for so long. He was absorbed by you. He wanted you so fucking much to be his that he had not noticed that his coffee had started to spill on you.

"Oh, my god, Y/N I am s-so sorry about that, I-I d-din't want to........" He tried to apologize but he could not, the words were confused in his mind and his actions could not control what he did.

"It's o-ok Bucky" you tried to say without showing him how much the burning hurts "Can you please bring me some paper towels" you looked at his eyes as sweet as you could. He didn't reply he just went into the cafe and some seconds later he came out with some paper towels. He gave them to you and he was watching you trying to clean yourself.

Your T-shirt was stuck on you, clearly showing the contour of your bra and some parts of your boobs. Bucky, no matter how hard he tried to look away, but he could not, dirty thoughts passed through his mind which he could not drive away. He wanted you, he wanted you so fucking much. He wanted to be on the top of you and talking you dirty. But he knew that you didn't feel the same.

Those few times you'd talked, Bucky had found out that you have a boyfriend. But he couldn't, even after all these days, stop thinking about you, he might have been a playboy before, but you were the first one to make him really feel something. Something that had nothing to do with his twisted thoughts, or sex, but it was about you. He really loved you even from those little things you'd said to each other, he'd fallen in love with you. Something that had nothing to do with his twisted thoughts, or sex, it was about you. He really loved you even from those little things you said to each other, he had fallen in love with you.

"Perfect. It's not cleaned for anything"you said. It may have seemed like you were blaming Bucky for what happened, but the truth is that you were about to kiss him If he didn't make the first move. You broke up with your boyfriend just yesterday, because you couldn't get those blue eyes out of your mind.

"Y/N I am so sorry, really I didn't mean to-"

"Bucky I am not blaming your for anything, ok? Just forget it" You said looking sweetly into his eyes, those eyes you fell in love with, from the moment you first saw them.

"Ah Ok, but You can't walk around like that, with coffee on your shirt, my house is nearby, I'm sure I'll have some clothes there for you" You were about to say no, but he interrupted you "And I don't take no for an answer" You both laughed and you followed him to his apartment.

Along the way, you were talking about different things. He asked you about how you're doing with your boyfriend, and of course you told him that you broke up with your boyfriend. Bucky may have looked sad at the time, but he couldn't have been happier at all.

When you arrived at his apartment you sat in the living room while he went to one of the other rooms to find clothes. A few minutes later he came and gave you the clothes. He showed you where the bathroom was and you sources to get dressed. You were sure the shirt was his, it had its smell, expensive cologne and something of vanilla.

When you sources back into the living room, you saw him lying on the couch. He was going to put on a movie. When he noticed you, he got up and came to you. He had taken off his shirt and instead of that jeans that he was wearing before, he had worn a thin, almost transparent, pair of shorts. You felt a little weird when the thin fabric of his shorts.

"Since you have the day off, you'd like to sit down and watch a movie" He looked you deep in the eye, you couldn't refuse, you wanted to sit with him more than anything else in the world.

"Of course I'd like to, just before you start the movie, wait till I sit-"

You didn't have time to finish your sentence. He grabs your wrist and tugs you down on the couch. You fall on him with a sharp, playful shriek. "You know I’m the best seat in this place"  He jokes, pushing you over his body while he brings his knee up so you’re between his thick bare thighs, his briefs riding up higher so you feel his skin on yours.

Resting your head on his warm, smooth chest, you feel his cock pressing into your pelvis. He’s not even hard, and he’s big. The thought making you throb as you push down the whimper bubbling in your throat.

"Comfortable?" Bucky asks as he looks at the top of your head with a knowing grin. You nod, your head rising and falling with his even breathing.

"Good girl" he hums, shifting his hips up, grinding into you so briefly that you think you imagined it.

Bucky listens to the small noise that escapes your lips when he does it again, stretching under you with a loud groan as he adjusts your bodies on the plush cushions. "Me too"

It’s hard to focus on the movie. All you can think about is how the only thing separating you is two layers of very thin cloth. Two layers keeping you from feeling how warm and firm he really is.

Bucky’s hand is trailing up and down your back, the tips of his fingers grazing your spine as he watches the movie. After a while, his touches get more deliberate, harder as he massages your back. His other hand lazily tossing popcorn in his mouth.

You glance up at him, studying him as an explosion happens in the background. He didn’t shave today so there’s a hint of a beard covering his cheeks, the corner of his lips turned up as his blue eyes follow the action playing out on the screen. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows another mouthful of popcorn. He’s so handsome and hot, no man should look this good.

You whimper, actually whimper, when his hand drifts down to your ass, resting over the swell of your cheek. Heat floods your face as you stare at him. Please please say he didn’t hear you, please-

Bucky doesn’t look down, but you swear his lips twitch. "This is my favorite part" He murmurs his large hand curves over your ass. He slapped hard your ass and you let a small moan get out of your mouth. You didn't know what he exactly was supposed to do to you, but you didn't care, You knew he was going to do bad things to you, those bad and naughty things that you've been waiting for a long time of him to do to you.

"Mm, I can’t get enough of this" He gently squeezes, his ring pressing into your skin, and you nearly arch into his powerful touch. His large hand kneads your ass, squeezing and rubbing until you’re soaked, wanting his hands everywhere on your body. His cock swells under you, pushing into you. He’s so big. That throb is getting worse, he has to feel it, feel how wet you are.

"I always want more, Doll" The nickname that he called you, it makes you horny.

Bucky looks down at you, his lust-blown eyes nearly black, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. He wants you. He’s hot and stiff and you can feel him.

"Hmm, you want more Doll" That wasn't a question, his voice was so deep and thick, you knew what was going to happen.

He pulls down your bottom lip with his thumb. "Yeah, you want more" He smirks, his words laced with a smug assurance, he’s going to make you feel so good if you let him and you will let him.

Bucky pulls you up his body until your hands are resting above his head, your forehead on his. "Say you want more and I’ll give you everything"

He’s looking up at you , his eyes steady on your face. His hand kneading your ass, ushing you hard on him, down on his hard erection, grinding into your clit. You whine and his eyes get darker. "You like that, huh?"

He reaches up and bites your bottom lip, sucking it into his warm mouth, his hand slipping between your bodies, under the band of your panties, cool fingers find your hot cunt, aching and dripping for him. He traces along your clit, an intricate pattern of his name that has you gasping.

Bucky lets your lip go with a wet plop, "Say it Doll" He demands, feeling as desperate as you look. He pushed you against him and made you horny in even more"Say it"He whispered in your ear, you could feel his hot breath on your neck just before he started leaving you sucking pacifiers around your neck.

"I want you"

Three simple words ignite a fire in him. His hand slaps your ass just as he pulls you in for a heated kiss, swallowing your shocked squeal. Those two layers separating you are gone, ripped from each in a flurry, the kiss deepening with each second until you’re consumed by him.

Breaking away with a groan, Bucky watches as you straddle his hips, your glistening pussy sliding over his thick cock. His swollen head pushes through your folds and into your core, you grab his chest, panting through the burning twinge, fuck he’s not even halfway in.

There ya go, Doll, you can take it "he encourages, his hands on your ass, easing you down until you reach his base." Little more, there ya go. Good girl. Knew this tight little pussy could take me" He said in your ear.

You’re so full, his cock so deep in you, even a small roll of your hips has you crying out. "Fuck, I don’t think I can take-"

Bucky presses his hand on your belly, smirking as he feels himself. "Yeah, you can Doll" He counters softly, you try to circle your hips, wanted to be a good girl for him but when he hits your soft spot right there, you lose your rhythm.

He sits up, keeping his grip on your ass, bringing you down over him, harsh and fast, stretching and filling you in a way no one has ever done, the swift burst of pleasure has you seeing stars. Your hands clutch his hair as you hang on while makes you ride him, each stroke twisting the pulsating coil in you, tighter and tighter.

The faint sounds of the tv drowned out by the wet squelch of your pussy sucking him back in as he brings your hips down, his massive hands rocking you back and forth until you’re mewling and sobbing from the sensations tearing through you.

Bucky tightens his hold, his face contorted into a sneer when you clench down. "Fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking tight, shit should have fucked this sweet cunt weeks ago" He’s whispering the filthiest things, describing all his wet dreams as he pushes deeper into your pussy.

All you can do is hold on to his large body, to overwhelmed by the way his cock is dragging along your walls to respond, only able to produce broken, needy gasps. "Please ‘m so close, so close god Bucky, just please Bucky-"

"Say you own to me, that you're mine "

"Say it" he told while he was pushing harder and harder.

"I am yours, you own me, I-I'm yours"

"Good Doll" He is pulling your head back, he brushes his lips across your jaw as he fucks up into you, your breasts bouncing against his sweaty chest with each thrust. His mouth hovers over your open lips, muttering, "Cum right fucking now, Doll"

A searing white-hot heat flashes across your body as the coil snaps. "Oh god, yes, oh fuck-" Your belly tenses in and you shatter, his name a strangled wheeze as your orgasm roils through your body.

Bucky grins, his tongue caught between his teeth as he waits for you to come down from your high, your body trembling over his. His hands rubbing your back as he sighs.

Slowly opening your eyes, his smirking face comes into view. You shift your hips, he’s still hard, bitting back a weak moan, "Bucky you didn’t-"

"So you know we missed the movie. I really wanted to see it" He traces your swollen bottom lip with his thumb, "how about you keep my cock warm and we finish it"

He leans back on the couch, grabbing the remote off the table. “And if you’re good, I’ll eat your pussy until you pass out. If you’re not, well I’ll edge you until you pass out"

He did not just say that-

You stare down at him with wide eyes, your mouth dropping open as he grabs a handful of popcorn. He puts a few kernels on your tongue, eating the rest as the movie starts up. "Your choice Doll"

You tilt your head considering your options. Things are about to get real interesting around here. "You know Bucky, I know exactly what I want"

You lean down and whisper in his ear. Bucky nods his head, his smirk getting wider. "Good choice Doll"

That was my first story, tell me if you want more

[ladynightmare913]

Red Rose, Blood Moon

Welcome to chapter 5! This is an original story inspired by the tale of Red Riding Hood. I would like to say a special thank you to my best friend and co-author Olivia ( @asunshinepuff ) for joining me in writing this world onto paper. 

CW: This chapter contains mentions of weapons, stabbing, blood, and drunks. You have been warned.

This story contains only original characters created by Olivia and myself. For those of you who want to be tagged, feel free to ask or Olivia on her blog. If you have any questions, theories or curiosities about any of our characters or how the story will progress, send them to the ask box!

I hope you enjoy, now without further adieu!

Chapter 5: Down The Snowy Mountain

Rosabella was rendered speechless for a long while. The man hadn’t bothered to wait for a response, he rose to his feet. The wound on his arm was nearly completely healed, then again, the silver arrow had only grazed his shoulder. Rosabella took a breath, quickly turning after the man who was walking away.

“Wait!” She chased after him. She nearly stopped, her eyes widened. His back, on his right shoulder blade, were three long scars that had healed and were pale compared to the rest of his skin. He must’ve been attacked by some large creature years ago for the wounds to have healed so well. She shakes her thoughts from his head, she blocks his path, staring at him with wide eyes. 

“How did you heal so quickly?” Rosabella stared at the skin of where the wound had been, it looked red from irritation, almost like the wound was healing from a mild burn. 

The man didn’t dignify her with a response, he stepped around her, walking towards a tree. He bent over the large roots, picking up a plain black shirt, then a deep red leather vest, quickly putting them on. Effectively covering up the dark mark upon his chest. Then he retrieved a cloak that was red, only his cloak shade of red reminded her of red wine, or blood. The cloak had no hood, only thick black fur trimmed at the top. Next he grabbed two black wrist braces. They were engraved, what looked to Rosabella like a wolf, but the body was long and twisted. It looked Celtic. After tying the braces, he grabs a sword with a black sheath, strapping it to his side quickly, and finally a long thick bow with his quiver of arrows. Only then did he finally pause to look at Rosabella. 

“You shoot me and don’t offer an apology, then start demanding answers.” He shakes his head with a dry laugh. 

Rosabella pauses, frowning before she follows after him, “You’re right, I apologize. I didn’t mean to graze you with an arrow. It’s just,” She looks behind them, her eyes scanning the frozen forest, with bear trees and nothing but snow on the ground. She walks slowly behind him. The man didn’t seem disturbed at all, as if he had nothing to fear in these woods. Had she only imagined the wolf’s return? 

“You really didn’t see it?” She spoke in the softest of voices.

“See what?” The man asks in an exasperated tone, turning just enough so he could look down at her. It was a wonder that the man even heard her at all. He wasn’t standing close to her.  He did not look impressed, he looked annoyed and bored. Rosabella only frowned. 

“Oh I don’t know, how about an overly large looking wolf with a craving for flesh?” She snapped. Did he truly think she was crazy? 

“I wouldn’t know, most run away at the mere sight of me.” The man retorted, he continued on his path. Rosabella followed. 

“Do you not realize how dangerous those creatures are? We are lost in the middle of the woods-”

“No, you are lost in the middle of the woods.” The man interrupted her. “I know exactly where I’m going. You’re just following me. Which reminds me,” He paused to look at her. “Could you kindly stop?” 

“Well you’ll have to forgive me, you’re the only other person within these woods, and just so we’re clear,” She motioned the two of them, narrowing her eyes at the man, “I didn’t get lost on my own volition. I was brought, no, dragged here.” 

The man watched her, his eyes shifting over for a moment. He clicks his tongue as he looks at the trees, he appears to be deep in thought. “I’ll take you to the nearest village, no further.” He promptly returned to his trek down his path.

Rosabella blinked, taken back. Wordlessly she follows behind him. They walked for a long while, the man seemed to appreciate her silence. Rosabella tried to gather her bearings of wherever this place was, she had never been to a place with barren trees and frozen ground. She looked to the man who had not spoken since they began their walk about the frozen woods. 

“I’m sorry.” Rosabella whispered. The man didn’t stop walking. Perhaps he didn’t hear her this time. 

“For what?” He eventually answered. Her head snapped to him. 

“For the way I spoke, I am not usually -” 

“Annoying, childish, hot tempered?” The man offered. Rosabella grimaced. 

“... was I truly that awful?” She spoke mostly to herself. He spoke to her as if he was chastising a child instead of a grown adult. She raised her voice to answer, 

“Yes, I am tired and had an eventful night, but that is no excuse. I didn’t mean any disrespect.” 

She lowered her head, her hood shielding her eyes. She didn’t see the man turn his head to look at her, or the narrowing of his eyes. He said nothing, only continuing his path. They walked in silence once more. 

Rosabella still didn't know where she was, “I apologize but, where are we? We have walked for a long time and I still don’t recognize this forest.” 

“We’re near Norwich.” 

Rosabella froze, her eyes wide. “What?” How could she possibly be hundreds of miles away from her village in a single night?! Norwich was nowhere near Paris. “That’s not possible… ”  

“You doubt me? Me? Was it not you who was lost and wandering about in the forest?” He raised a brow at her.  

“I didn’t mean,” She tries her best to articulate the words that clogged up in her throat, “My village is near Paris!” Her eyes were wide in slight panic. “Surely you could understand my situation?”

“No, honestly I cannot. Nor do I really care. I have traveled to many places and I knew where I was headed. Norwich is the only village I bother to visit anymore.”   

Rosabella looked at him in surprise. Norwich wasn’t a small village per say. There was a church and merchants traveled there frequently.  

“Is that where you’re headed? Are you visiting Norwich?” She asks in curiosity. The man seemed to prefer silence but he hadn’t ignored her questions. At first it seemed that he would not bother with answering, but would later offer a response. Rosabella lowered her eyes, perhaps her question was silly. He clearly was visiting Norwich, he had said he knew where he was going and politely asked her to shove off.

“... I promised I would.” He spoke at last. Rosabella was walking beside him now, he didn’t try to step ahead of her. It didn’t appear the promise had any real significance to him. He looked indifferent. 

“To who?” She asked. Again, he didn’t respond right away. Rosabella doubted he would answer, it was a rather personal question, and she did graze him with her arrow. 

“Someone who I haven’t seen in a long time,” he stopped walking and so did she, “an old friend.” He offered nothing more.

Rosabella stared at him with confusion, her eyes searching for answers. His eyes only glared at hers. As if she offended him. Granted he probably did feel offense to being shot at.

“You don’t like to talk much, do you?” She raised a quizzical brow. He scoffed, not even bothering to dignify her with an answer that was obvious. 

“You don’t seem to know how to keep your curiosities to yourself. Nor the dangers of talking to strangers.” He side eyed her.

Rosabella only gave a tilted smile. “I’m Rosabella. And you are?” 

The man blinks in mild shock, surprised by her boldness and complete disregard for decorum. Not that he cared. 

“Red.” He offered. 

Rosabella beamed with delight, she smiled. “Now we are not strangers to each other.” 

“Hmm.” Red turned his head forward. 

He looked down, they had stopped walking just before the edge of a small snow covered cliff, the forest right behind them. Norwich was just below them.

They entered the first tavern they came across, Red had tried to shake Rosabella off him, but the huntress was persistent if not tenacious. The tavern, Le Coeur Brise, was an old quaint thing, Red claimed it was new. It was dark inside but the sunlight lit up the building enough for people to be able to see where they were going. It was mostly empty, the bar keepers cleaning up the remains of the previous night, Rosabella approached a waitress. 

“Pardon me, but could you perhaps direct me to Paris?” The woman looked to Rosabella, she grimaced.

 “Uh, Paris, I do not speak french madam…” The woman spoke in broken syllables, she looked panicked. Her words were heavy with a Russian accent. Rosabella only took the waitress’ hand into her own offering a smile. 

“Vse khorosho, ya govoryu po russki.” All is well, I speak russian. Rosabella spoke fluently. The woman instantly relaxed. The two conversed for the better part of the next ten minutes, Red had attempted to escape but Rosabella had just grabbed his arm and placed her beside her. 

The woman eventually left, Rosabella turned to Red with a satisfied look on her face. 

“You speak Russian.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes, my grandmère was Russian. She would sing me lullabies in Russian.” Her smile was bright but her eyes looked solemn, if Red noticed, he didn’t say anything. 

“She will call for a carriage for me.” Rosabella eventually spoke.

“Wonderful, now I can leave.” He turned to do just that. 

“Wait!” 

With a heavy sigh, he looked back. “What?”

“Let me buy you a meal, I have not eaten in nearly an entire day and our walk made me quite famished.”

“I don’t see the relevance of me staying.” He bluntly responded. 

Rosabella sighed, “And as an apology, for grazing you with my arrow. And for whatever else I did to clearly have offended you.” 

Red stared at her for a long moment, he exhaled deeply before he nodded his head in acceptance. They sat down at a table, Rosabella ordered for both of them since Red did not care what she picked. As they waited for their food to arrive, one of the drunken men who was passed out on the floor stumbled to his feet. 

“Wench, another!” He hollard out, he was fat and his breath smelled of vomit. Rosabella did her best not to seem obvious about the smell whenever he spoke.

The drunken man swayed slowly, his head turned. Catching sight of her, a sly grin crossed his face. Rosabella internally winced at being under his lust filled gaze. He approached their table. Red didn’t seem to notice. 

“What’s a pretty little maiden like you doin’ in a place like this?” He slurred. Red looked bored. Rosabella slowly turned to look at the man, a small smile on her lips. 

“I was on a hunt and got lost in the woods. This tavern was the first one we came across.” She offered politely. 

“Hunt? You’re a woman.” His eyes narrowed, it appeared to Rosabella that thinking was a rather difficult task for him. 

“Yes I am aware.” The man only continued to stare her down. He was silent for so long that Rosabella was tempted to push the man with her finger, to see if had fallen asleep while standing.  

“The woods ya say?” He belched out. 

“Yes. The snowy woods just across the dirt road,” Rosabella motioned to Red, “This kind sir was passing through when we came across each other, and guided me to Norwich. 

The man only frowned further. “No one goes to snowy woods.” He looks to Red, looking him over. “A beast lives up on that mountain, and hunts in those woods.” 

Rosabella frowned lightly. She looked to Red, did he know? If he did, he clearly didn’t seem at all bothered at the idea of a beast living in the very woods he was passing through.  

“We didn’t see anything.” Red spoke with such a finality, Rosabella nearly agreed. But she did see a wolf there. It just ran away for whatever reason. Rosabella was about to speak when an older woman approached the man. 

“Ignore this old fool, keeps insisting a monster be livin up in that mountain.” She smacked the drunk on the arm

“Aye I saw it! When I was a boy! Runnin’ long that cliff to that there’ snowy wood.” The old fat man grumbled. 

“Well whatever you saw, that creature is the reason why our village never gets attacked! It can live in that mountain all he likes if it keeps the other monsters out.” 

“How old are you?” Red spoke at last, his head tilted just slightly.

“Wha?” The old man asked.  

“You said you saw it as a child, how old are you?” 

The man blinked slowly, as if to remember. “Sixty eight.” 

Red looked the man over, he sighed before he looked away again. “What is the year of your lord?” 

“1838,” The old woman answered, looking over Red as if he asked the most ridiculous question. 

“You would have been nine at the time.” Red concluded. Rosabella frowned, how would he know that?

“Y-yes.” The man nodded. A grin breaking his face. “The mountain be snowin’ then too.”

“You idiot that mountain is always snowing.” The old woman smacked him with the towel that rested on her shoulder. “I’ll be right back with your orders.” The old woman walked back to the kitchens.

Red continued to stare out the window. The old man looked at Rosabella once again. He tilted his head. 

“You really a hunter?”

Rosabella sighed. “Yes, I am.” 

“You’re a woman.” 

“And you're a sexist idiot.” Red spoke clearly, his chin resting on his hand, he looked between Rosabella and the old man. 

“Were we not stating the obvious?” Red asked bluntly. The old man fummed. 

“Why you?! You oughta show some respect to your elders!” He motioned to reach for Red. Rosabella quickly stood to block his path, holding a hand up to appease him. “Please, there is no need for violence-”

“Elder? You’re sixty eight. You’re a baby to me.” Red riposted.  A faint smirk graced his face.

The man’s face grew crimson, Rosabella grew annoyed with Red for edging the old man on. The old man pushed passed Rosabella, knocking the table over, Red was quick to rise to his feet, he towered over the man by at least two heads. The old man yelled in frustration, charging towards him. 

Rosabella gasps in horror at what unfolded next, the old man pulled out a dagger, stumbled on his own feet and stabbed Red. Right to his heart. Rosabella stood frozen, the old man stumbled back, his face growing pale at what he had just done. Becoming angry of the insolence of a younger man was understandable, but it was never enough reason to stab someone over!

Rosabella rushed to Red’s side but her eyes widened even more. He looked… indifferent. Mildly annoyed even. As if being stabbed was a mere inconvenience to him. Red only glared down at the man, his right hand reached for the hilt of the dagger that impaled his chest. Red’s eyes locked onto the old man’s, trapping him in place, like a predator staring down its prey. Without looking away, he pulled the dagger out. Dropping it to the ground, blood coated the silver blade. The old man fell on his behind, looking up at Red in horror. Sputtering out nonsensical pleas of mercy. 

Red tilted his head down, his ice blue eyes darkened. The wound began to heal, until it was gone. As if he hadn’t just been stabbed to the heart. He only offered a wolf-like grin. 

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