#i used to not be able to sleep on my side whatsoever or it would cause like. excruciating pain

[nexus-nebulae]

OUGH THE RARE REFRESHING SLEEP

[marilynthornhilllover]

I know that you love me, you don't need to remind me,

Emily. P x Jennifer. J x Fem!Reader

Warning: talk of drug consumption, reader is high, mood swings, use of guns (weed) , bad flirting, mommy kink, praise kink, teasing, cringe kiss etc .

A/n: I saw that new jennifer and emily episode where Emily was high and they were so cute! Had to make a fic😌

It was that quite long awaited time of the year where criminal agents are given two weeks off from work. You were beyond exhausted but nevertheless was very happy to finally be able to take off your FBI vest and feeling relieved that you won't have to be picking it up for another week or so.

You soon realized that you literally didn't have plans arranged for the upcoming two weeks ahead, or even tonight. Everyone was pairing up as they packed up their office stuff and headed out. Spencer and Derek laughed and gave eachother a high five as they made their way downstairs to sign out while Emily and jj were already giggling about some random joke as they continued to pack up.

You nervously decided to walk up to them standing in the corridor like a shadow making sure not to seem creepy— but maybe you were doing the opposite. Ever since you joined the team, yes you did make friends but no one ever went the extra mile to offer to hang out with you. Only Emily would now and then eat lunch with you at her desk.

Jennifer wasn't bad either, she did offer to help you with a case file once, you went over to her house which you complimented her for the cozy interior, and yes the boys were also good to you but on a employee holiday like this no one was paying any attention whatsoever to you. They already plans of their own.

You on the other hand, had none, all you were gonna do was shower, eat, sleep and repeat for the next week or so. Nothing productive, not as if you had anything to do either. Prentiss and Mantegna had insisted that someone help you with case files so its not as if you have a major cade to crack over the holiday.

You were as free as a bird and your energetic self needed something to reinforce that energy into. If you could have went on a cruise for two weeks you definitely would have.

Emily scoffed at Jennifer's joke before turning around and spotting you cuddled up in the corner like a little mouse. She tilted her head to the side before approaching you with a warm smile.

" hey hon, you got any plans for the holiday?" She asked chewing a piece of gum that she had been for the entire day — somtimes you wonder if any flavour at all is still existence in it.

" uhh nope, but I'll sure my couch has plans for me though" you said sarcastically and of course she laughed, because Emily laughs at anything and everything which you did find cute. Emily always made sure that she kept everyone at a level where they felt at their absolute best when around her.

She was never mean to anyone really. Always funny, ambitious, smart and talented she was everything. Sometimes her aura was just too high, but she was always still approachable and not prideful.

Emily was like one of those drugs that you couldn't stop using because it feels too good, and when you do take it, it altars with your entire brain function and chemistry.

And speaking of chemistry, that was something you and Emily had alot of. Everytime her eyes made contact with yours, you felt as if your body was thrown into the deepest pits of hell. You'd get shivers everytime she passed you or called you a pet name. You'd go completely weak in your knees when she made the littlest amount of psychical contact with your skin — it was absolutely ridiculous just how easily she could get under your skin.

Or the time when you were making coffee in the kitchen and she needed to grab something from the top shelf and she moved you by putting her hands on your hips, with her chest pressed so closely against your back with face by your neck.

Emily made you question things. You knew you always had a thing for older women, always, since highschool and it never seemed to go away. And Emily was exactly your type, you just weren't sure if she felt the same way in return and you didn't wanna ruin the amazing friendship you both had by letting your stupid emotions and hormones get the best of yourself.

" well I'm sure you'll find something to entertain yourself, JJ and I are hooking up at her place tonight for snacks and a movie" she placed hands on her hips are she turned to look at jj who was texting away on her phone before turning back to you. You gaved her a akward smile, before a breathy nervous laugh escaped your mouth.

" hooking up huh" you saw as her eye brows quirked before a sly smile came into evidence on her face and quickly glanced at Jennifer who was now angrily texting before taking a step closer towards you, closing the the last gap space that was there. Her body heat and perfume over took your senses making your breath hitch.

You pressed your palm against her chest sneaking a quick glance at jj and the camera above. Emily was looking at you with a teasing smirk, she leaned down besides your ear and whispered.

" do wanna hook up with me as well?" She pulled back to see the reaction on your face and just as she imagined it was absolutely priceless. She chuckled before pulling away completely.

" oh my God emily would you leave poor y/n alone, let's go already" Jennifer said with a tint of exhaustion and annoyance her voice. Emily chuckled before gently caressing your cheek. The both women waved you goodbye before departing and going their way.

You sighed before picking up your bag and leaving, you locked your office door and went home. You did decided to walk with a few case files home and evidence objects to keep yourself busy during the holiday to stop yourself from going insane from the intense boredom you were prone to have.

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Emily and Jennifer had just sat down and were about to enjoy their late afternoon with wine and salt and vinegar chips when a continuation of loud knocking could be heard on jj's front door. Both women looked at eachother with utter confusion on their faces — the weren't expecting anyone. Jennifer decided to get up and go check the door, Emily following closely behind with her hand placed tightly on her gun.

The door bell soon started ringing along with the knocks which triggered Jennifer even more. Unlocking the door Jennifer threw it open, not caring what stood on the opposite side of it, after all emily was ready to protect her best friend at all cost, even if it meant shooting someone in their foor.

" if I had my way I swear I would—" as soon as she saw you she stopped talking, her eye brows quirked as she squinted her eyes to make a better appearance of your face in the dim moon light. Emily let out a soft sigh when she saw you but quickly went back into a state of worry at the same time.

Now you had both women wondering what you were doing at their house.

" y/n? I didn't know you were coming over, did Emily invite you?" Jennifer turned around hoping to get a confirmation nod from Emily but she shook her head and pursed her lips, letting her know she was just as confused as her.

" Well aren't you guys a bit rude, aren't you gonna invite me in?" You muttered but before they could react you let yourself in. You carefully walked down the long fancy corridor switching off some lights on your way because they made your eyes burn, making your way to the living room area, having knowing your way around jj's house since the last two times you were there.

You stumbled over the coffee table and landed right onto the sofa, face first with a soft groan. You dropped the ziplock bag of cheese puffs you had brought onto the floor.

She walked up to you and you and sat beside you on the couch, she picked you up by both your forearms and made you look at her.

Both women side eyed eachother, both in desperate need to know what on God's green earth was going on. Jennifer leaned against the wall to further scrutinize you. Emily on the other hand was just worried how you got here on your own with no car or phone.

" hey y/n sweetie are you..... drunk?" Her voice sounded like when water got into a phone speaker and you tried to play a song— you couldn't understand it. You rubbed your eyes and glanced at the table to which your face instantly lit up when you saw the salt and vinegar lays chips.

You grabbed them ferociously then took out some chopsticks you had stuffed in the back pocket of your jeans and started eating the chips. At this point both women were flabbergasted, mouths open, jaws dropped. Jennifer took a deep breath before she turned around and went to her fridge to grab you a drink to help you sober up because it was crystal clear that you were beyond drunk, drunk was an understatement.

" what time is it?" You suddenly asked putting the chips down and dusting off your hands.

" time for some hydration, here you go" Jennifer said as she passed you a bottle of cold cranberry juice. Once again your face lit up like a child on Christmas day.

" ohhhh, it's got what plants crave!" You exclaimed. The look on Jennifer's face when you said that was priceless as Emily silently continued to look at you with a completely blanket stare.

You placed the bottle of juice at the side of your head as if it was an ice pack and burped. You cleared your throat before speaking up again.

" have you guys seen that movie! Idiot city!.... wait city Idiot... wait... yeah" it's like your body was replaced with a child's and this called for huge concern. Emily sighed heavily and took the bottle from your hand.

" Idiocracy?" Jennifer whispered and you nodded.

" I knew I liked you! Ohhh, I and on my way here I saw a cat jumping off your house roof then it turned into a dog and flew away as a mosquito" you said before the loudest laugh took you over that you almost started crying.

Emily whispered " oh good lord" before she shook her head, Jennifer was still completely and totally lost for words. Jennifer had a feeling that being drunk would not cause someone to behave like this— well of course she knew, she's a profiler. She had a feeling you were high, but she didn't want you to act out and she would need proof for Emily because knowing her she wouldn't believe for a minute you would do drugs.

" umm y/n what's in the bag?" Jennifer asked and your eyebrows quirked, you placed your finger at you ear urging her to repeat even though she was so damn close to you.

" What's in the bag" she repeated as she dragged her words this time. You shrugged.

" I don't know what time the supermarket closes" emily stood up and walked towards to kitchen to grab her phone, you had the agent stressed. Jennifer just took it upon herself to grab the bag of " cheese puffs" before she walked towards emily.

" look I know you may not believe but I have a pretty good feeling that, that girl right there is literally the profound definition of what we call high" emily scoffed.

" Oh come on, she probably had too much wine I mean weren't we just about to drink wine as well?" She restated trying to convince Jennifer, but honestly to this rate she just couldn't, Jennifer was already convinced from her own opinion.

" emily elizabeth prentiss which wine do you know makes someone this drunk?" Jennifer asked, emphasizing on the last two words of her sentence. Emily shrugged before looking back at you, who was now sniffing the air every two seconds like a curious dog. Jennifer rolled her eyes before opening the bag of cheese puffs and taking a sniff.

She gaged before pulling away quickly.

" this smells like straight up weed!" She swiftly turned to let Emily have a sniff, to which Emily pulled away as well. Jennifer closed the bag and turned it around where there was writing in black. " DO NOT OPEN, CONTAINS CASE 101 EVIDENCE".

" you ate the case evidence! Oh my god!" Jennifer looked like she was going to erupt like a volcano and her high pitched tone of voice was making your head hurt and ears ring.

" I was hungry, and I didn't know that they were edibles" you whispered as you squinted your eyes since it was getting harder to see. Jennifer looked at you in disbelief as she turned to Emily for back up. Before Emily could utter a word Jennifer was already furious.

" Emily, don't even! She basically ate the entire bag!" She shouted. She saided pacing the room with her fingers gently massaging her temple to calm her.

" what are we gonna tell hotch, or even worst David" Jennifer covered her face with her both her hands before leaning over the kitchen counter.

" Well I mean, she probably just ate the backup stash, it should be fine, we should really be worrying about is her health" emily muttered scratching her head. Jennifer looked up at emily as her jaw dropped.

" your defending her?!" Emily raised her hands in defense but before she could reply Jennifer took the chance.

" I seriously cannot believe you right now!" Jennifer once again, started pacing the room, this time even more quicker.

" Oh come on jj, what are the odds that people make silly mistakes like these?" Jennifer stopped, and looked at emily with wide eyes.

" Well with the odds as high as her I'd say zero!" She said angrily before picking up her phone.

Emily sighed before looking over at you who was now eating the chips and gnawing your teeth wildly making crumbs fall all over the place. In a way Emily felt bad for you, mostly pity because she knew what you did was down right stupid but Jennifer was being a tadbit too harsh on you in your current position — knowing you couldn't properly comprehend the situation or what was going on.

" ok I'll take her home and we can speak to the team about this tomorrow when y/n is a better state of mind, ok?" Emily said in a reassuring voice. Jennifer sighed in frustration before biting her lip and nodding approvingly.

Emily carefully picked you up off the couch and wrapped her arm around your waist as she insisted to take you home safely. Her body warmth was comforting and her perfume was like a lullaby putting you to sleep this time. You melted in her embrace as she took you outside.

Your vision was blurred and the cold air on your skin — although you had a jacket on, was making you shiver. Seeing this emily hugged you tighter. She opened the door to her wagon and assisted you into the passenger seat and putting on your seat belt for you. You looked at her, she looked like one of those ancient paintings,the ones you can't withdraw your eyes from, the Renaissance ones.

You weren't sure if maybe it was the drugs or the hormones that came after taking the drugs but you felt the need to kiss emily, your eyes flicked down to her lips that were slightly parted as she concentrated on getting the seatbelt to adjust to your liking. Her smooth skin and wrinkled lines that ran across her forehead and eye line area, her little cute eye bags from all the hard work she does.

You couldn't resist the urge, she was a drug, she was your drug. You licked your lips and leaned in. Your lips connected with hers in a slow soft kiss. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to enjoy the moment. Emily didn't pull away, she was surprised yes, but she didn't pull away. Emily couldn't cover up the feeling she felt for you but she also didn't want to take advantage of your drunken state.

Taking it that she was enjoying it as much as you, you tried to force your tongue into her mouth but that's when she pulled away. Your brows furrowed and for a moment the drugs may have returned your common sense and you realized what you did — what you were trying to do. And soon the embarrassment and cringe settled in.

" sorry, oh God I'm so stupid!" You whispered as you fought back tears, you covered your face with both hands and started sobbing. Emily sprinted around to the drivers seat to comfort you. She gently peeled your hands away from your face, holding your palms in hers she caressed them with her knuckles softly. You sniffed and shook your head in denial before looking out the window.

" hey, sweetheart look at me please" her voice was as soft as an angel and so gentle as if you were something valuable that could be broken, that's something you loved about emily, she was so comforting in all circumstances, no matter what. She placed her hand under your jaw and turned you to look at her. She stared at you with her cute Bambi eyes so filled of love, and she so badly wanted to say " I love you" but she knew you wouldn't be able to comprehend them.

" look y/n, i wanna— kiss you back but I can't. That doesn't mean I don't want to, I just want you to be able to give me your full sober concent." She spoke as slowly and clearly as possible so you won't misinterpret anything.

" and your not stupid, we all make mistakes my love. Once I accidentally— well I got drunk the morning of my Law exams and failed them, and that did set me at a disadvantage for my career but I still made it into this job" she continued to rub your knuckles and wip every tear that fell from your eyes.

" and this joke takes y/n, but it also gives.... it gave—" she took a deep breath before exhaling heavily. " it gave me you." Hearing these words made your heart flutter souly. Your little smile came across your face which emily mirrored.

" now, my sweet girl, my I take you home?" She spoke in a old French accent waving her hand a fancy motion, You both laughed until you were out of air. after the laughter died down She chuckled and placed a hand on your thigh squeezing the tender flesh which made your breath hitch.

The drive home was long but certainly not quiet at all, you and Emily blasted high 2000s music all the way until she arrived at your home. You knew there was gonna be alot to discuss the next day but you should be fine once you have emily by your side.

[roseykat]

What would be skz(separately) fav type of underwear on their gf? like what underwear/lingerie do they like to see their gf wear...? Maybe a mix of sfw and nsfw?

TITLE: Their favourite types of underwear/lingerie you wear.

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with these posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.

TAGS: mentions of lingerie and underwear, sex, oral sex - nothing too heavy.

A/N: I’ve actually never thought about this question until you raised it anon, so thank you. I hope I’ve done it some justice lmao x

BANG CHAN

Channie is the type to try and hide how much he’s affected by you walking around the house in such lacy lingerie. He’d actually get fully flustered and would stumble with his words if you tried to speak to him too.

In saying that, he does have a secret favourite set that he loves seeing you wear which is a black, dainty, slightly see through bra and panties with cute small coloured flowers scattered over the fabric. He loves it because it’s a sexy meets cute style that makes him wonder if he wants to dominate or be dominated.

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MINHO

Now look, there’s almost no point in wearing lingerie around this man because it’s coming off either way. In my mind, Minho has a high sex drive, so easy access is important. Clothing on you is a barrier to him. That being said, Minho can appreciate a good set of lingerie preferably in either black, a deep maroon, or white. With or without, he thinks you look stunning regardless.

However, there’s a specific set of panties that are almost see through and have intricate patterns on which he likes to trace over with his tongue as he eases into fully going down on you which, can drive you insane. It’s a classic Minho movement to try and establish that he’s in charge and that you wearing such sexy pieces of lingerie aren’t going to affect him (when it really does).

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CHANGBIN

Honestly, I feel like Changbin enjoys seeing you in just plain, simple, cotton underwear. It sounds so basic, but it’s so effective on him? Like when he comes home from work or the gym and just sees you in a t-shirt and underwear - even better, one of his jerseys and plain underwear. That would throw him off.

But there’s also a domestic feel to it for him. He knows that you’re comfortable enough to just stride around in the house wearing next to nothing. Even sleeping in underwear too which most people do, including Changbin himself majority of the time.

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HYUNJIN

Hyunjin is the type of man who would see you in anything and fall in love all over again. At the same time, he has an eclectic and refined taste for seeing you in lingerie. A staple black set is gold to him. It’s so sleek, elegant, and sexy at the same time, and even though this sounds cliche, it makes Hyunjin want to take photos of you wearing it or draw you in real time.

On the NSFW side, Hyunjin will be the type of guy to push your panties to the side and fuck you. But he’s also the type to pull out last minute and decorate the material on your body with white strings of his own cum. He always follows up with the promise of buying you another new set, which he always stays true to his word.

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JISUNG

He honestly thinks you look stunning in lingerie that it makes him want to wear it sometimes. In saying that, he has a similar taste to Changbin in the sense that he likes seeing you in plain underwear. In fact, he’ll wear his own around the house with you too. But again, there’s that domestic aspect to it.

At the same time, if you do happen to be wearing a nice set of lingerie, Jisung is a goner. For some reason he switches right back into a sub and just wants to be absolutely dominated. He’d want his hands tied behind his back and to use his teeth to pull garters from down your thigh. You don’t know how that affect could possibly occur, but you don’t ever complain about it.

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FELIX

Felix is all for you wearing lingerie. He won’t only help you pick out what he thinks would look nice on you, but he also buys sets for you if he sees one when he’s out. Some of his favourite colours are more on the pastel side and likes the ones with delicate frills over the fabric on your hips. However, Felix will lean towards seeing you in darker sets and maybe a set of white because it makes you look angelic.

Similar to others, it is an aesthetic aspect with the way in which you suit it so well. Felix enjoys watching you walk around the house in nothing but a bra and cute panties that he bought for you. It shows your level of appreciation for his gestures.

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SEUNGMIN

Seungmin is also another person who has a high appreciation for you in lingerie. He likes it when you wear them for scenes in the bedroom. You would be wearing a nice set that he might have picked out earlier on, something that compliments your body well because he’s also going to be accentuating it even more through the methods of shibari.

He thinks it looks clean cut, eye-pleasing, and photo worthy - something that should be presented in a kink museum. Sometimes he’ll opt for you to wear a black, silk yet sturdy bra and lacy black panties then will accommodate that with some red rope when he starts tying you up. Otherwise it's the opposite - red lingerie set and black rope. At times, he’ll also suggest you wear thigh high lace stockings that pairs well with your bra and panties.

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JEONGIN

Jeongin would actually make the perfect boyfriend and we all know that, but he knows how to throw an outfit together - and for you in particular, Jeongin also takes the aesthetic of lingerie into his consideration. Whenever you’re both going out somewhere nice for food, Jeongin will help match your undergarments to your clothes.

If you’re wearing a top that exposes a bit of the bra underneath, he would help find the right colour for it. So in short, it really just depends and that’s the beauty of it because no set of lingerie he puts you in will be the same.

[lyneylover]

so wrong but so right

Synopsis: The one time Belphie is up and needy you're asleep. When he hears you moan out his name in your sleep he gets a good idea to help you both.

Warning(s): Nsfw content

Word count: 1.1k words

Late throughout the night Belphie tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn't get a wink of sleep whatsoever. At least not when the only thing he can think about is you.

Belphie groaned loudly in annoyance when he first felt it.

The ragging hard boner in his pants.

Belphie tried his best to ignore it he really did but the thought of you naked and on top like how you were in his dream wouldn't leave his mind.

Belphie turns over on his side looking at you peacefully sleeping beside him.

He moves a strand of hair out of your face. Belphie is careful not to wake you up watching your chest rise and fall in a slow tempo.

Belphie wanted to pay attention to anything else but all his eyes could focus on was your plump lips as he muttered under his breath. "Shit..... this wasn't what I planned to do."

Slowly he slides his pants down trying not to make much movement that would wake you up.

Belphie grabs his cock rubbing the sensitive cherry pink tip moaning quietly throwing his head back softly. "Ah~.... mmm!...."

He smears the precum leaking from his cock with his thumb biting his bottom lip trying to stay quiet.

Belphie slightly begins thrusting up in his hand while looking at your sleeping face his eyes still not moving away from your lips. "fuck.... I wonder what her pretty lips would look like wrapped around my cock."

Belphie lets a shaky breath as he gently squeezes his length covering his mouth with his hand as he mutters into it. "Shit.... Y/n you don't know the things you do to me~"

All Belphie movement come to a halt the second he feels you turn over to your other side facing away from him.

Belphie sits frozen in place part of him hoping your about to wake up while the other part is hoping you won't so you don't see him in this state.

His hair was dishevelled with his cheeks dusted with light pink while he painted softly eyes glazed over with lust in them.

He slowly begins pumping his cock again moaning slightly louder than before. "A-ah!~"

He doesn't snap out of his lustful trance until he hears you quietly moan his name in your sleep. "Belphie~ h-harder! please..."

Belphies eyes widen slightly the sound of your moan sounding angelic to his ears. When he heard you moan out his name he swore he had ascended back to Celestia.

Belphie could no longer resist the temptation promising himself that he wouldn't go overboard. "Her thighs looks s'good..... j-just her thighs I won't go any further...."

Belphie gently lifts up your thigh sliding his cock between them.

Belphie places his head in the crook of your neck biting down softly. "You smell s'fuckin good right now and don't even know it Y/n..."

He slowly begins thrusting his hips between your plush thighs his moans being muffled by your neck. "Mmm~ hah!~ f-fuck..."

Belphie slowly speeds up his pace feeling himself get closer and closer to his high. "S-so good.... you're thighs feel so fuckin good right now baby~ g-gonna cum...."

With a few more pumps between your thighs he feels himself shoot out ropes of cum on your plump thighs. "Your thighs look so fucking good with my cum all over them like a masterpiece."

The fires of his lust were quenched slightly but it wasn't enough. He wanted more. He NEEDED more and more was what he was gonna get.

He slowly parts your thighs the sweet smell of your arousal making him almost drool.

"I wonder what your dreaming about that's got you so wet N/n. Is it perhaps me?"

He gently slides one long and slender finger inside your dripping cunt. "Damn i only put one finger inside and your already so tight~ let's loosen you up a bit or you won't be able to take me."

He slides a second slinder finger inside. Curling them against your sweet spot he uses his unoccupied thumb to rub your clit making you shuffle in your sleep. Your gummy walls clamp around his finger making him smirk slightly. His finger does a scissoring motion inside you as he thinks about painting your insides white with his cum.

Belphie slowly pulls his fingers out of your cunt licking them clean before positioning himself at your entrance.

Slowly penetrating your tight hole he grunts to himself. "Fuck she so damn tight and I already stretched her some." you moan quietly in your sleep as he penetrates you "B-belphie....."

The sound of you moaning his name like that drives him crazy as he has to resist the urge to just fuck you without letting you adjust.

"Your temptin me s'damn much right now N/n"

Belphie waits a few minutes before gripping your hip and slowly thrusting inside you. He groans loudly in your ear as he feels your gummy walls clamp around his cock for the first time.

"Hah~ mmm.... taking me all nice and good N/n."

The pace begins picking up as Belphie feels your pussy clench and unclench around him.

His cock abuses your g-spot hitting it over and over again eventually making your eyes flutter open and a surprised gasp to leave your throat. "Nghh!...~"

It takes you a moment to fully register whats going on as Belphies cock abuses your poor cunt over and over again. "B-belphie~ Mph...~ w-what are you doing!..."

You feel a familiar knot form in your stomach as Belphie pounds away at your cunt like there's no tomorrow. "B-belphie!... hah~ m'gonna cum... Please make me cum!"

With those words it was like something inside Belphie snapped. "Gonna cum f'me pretty girl?"

Belphie picks up his pace feeling your walls clench him tighter making him feel his own high approach quickly.

Belphie suddenly asks you in a gruff voice. "Inside or out?" Mind glazed over with the feeling of his cock pounding inside of you.

"Mmm~ i-inside Belphie~ ngh.... hah!"

With a few more thrusts Belphie stills his hips against your ass. You feel the warm sensation of his cum flooding inside you making you cream around his cock.

After sitting inside for a few minutes he slowly pulls out of you some of his cum following.

Belphie takes his fingers and scopes it back up inside you "Can't have you wasting anything now can we little lamb~"

Belphie picks you up carrying you to the bathroom to wash you up but not before kissing your forehead.

"You did so good little lamb."

THIS IS SO FUCKING LATE AND I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT THE BEEL SMUT WILL BE OUT IN A FEW AFTER I FINISH EATING DINNER THO!

[tht0nesimp]

indulgent Drabble…

Idea: so have any of you guys seen those AU things where it’s like being a Yandere is a normal thing, so if you’ve seen season four you know about the wrong timeline things so like what if they ended up in one of those or this was one or something, this is probably not very well written…

tw: spoilers but not like specific instances just like information,Yandere bcs…it’s my blog, kidnapping, non consensual…everything?, normalized stuff idefk , Five is inspired by a Yandere five fic I read once I won’t even lie

thinking of them all having their little darlings and how they treat them >.<

Luther’s darling is getting it probably some of the best, he pays, and he really wants them to love him! Really! He just…don’t get mad when he breaks all your stuff, he knows that you had an ex and that the object was important, but you can’t be mad! People see you two and are probably a little off put because likely you are dwarfed by him unless your a body builder or something, he doesn’t mind, just please don’t make him do anything….:(

Diego and a little spitfire, they’re likely someone Hellbent on fighting it, clawing and biting. Hair frazzled, likely to have a hole or tear in they're clothes—he doesn’t really mind, even when he has to drag you into the mansion, the others having some level of understanding of what he’s going through because…they’ve all done it, to varying degrees of lengths and extremities. He never felt healthy love before and it’s damn sure his dad don’t love ‘em so he truly doesn’t understand why you can’t just accept love?

Allison who makes sure her precious little mannequin is well known as hers, people envy you, an amazing actor with enough money to last a lifetime?! You might be able to run off and find a closet to huddle up in at home, but she won’t be patient with misbehavior in front of the media, you will find yourself on the wrong side of a chain if you try anything. Probably not a big fan of introducing you to people personally, she loves the flashy couples stuff; at least 2 dozen roses might make up for it? Right?

Klaus is barely making it, his other siblings likely pay for and/or babysit for him. He doesn’t snap very often like his siblings, he sees you as an angel! But, not a person. Truly, I think not only would the being forced to be around a very active addict but he won’t let you do anything outside of a hobby or two! He rarely leaves you alone, and to be honest he probably uses a chain or restraints all the time because even if he can come back, he’s not physically the strongest guy—but past that, he’s always eager to help you with bathing or eating or baking or drawing or writing or drinking or meditating or relaxing or sleeping or making the bed or cleaning up or driving or going outside(ofc with him, can’t have his little martyr running around! What if someone recognizes you as his and and and the debt collectors collect you!?) or any possible task, he’ll learn to cook or bake so you don’t have to! Just ignore the small white grains on his credit card….please! He won’t get angry commonly, if ever, but in the very rare chance he gets angry it’s best to just shut up and try not to make the voice begging him to tie you back up any louder.

Five and the little doll he carries around, always looking lost and glazed over, or maybe a girl who is eerily like him, either way, he’s dressing them up in whatever he wants. He likely drugs them pretty consistently, it makes him feel good to have someone who will thank him when he takes care of them, even if they don’t know what’s going on whatsoever. His siblings are surprised at the ice cream dates and picnics he sets up, people smile at him when he goes to get you a milkshake, the guy behind the bar laughing when five pours a little packet of powder into your drink and stirs it—happily accepting the man’s offer to top up your whipped cream, so you don’t get distressed about it—all in all, atleast his darling will never have to do anything for themselves…ever again

Viktor happily plays instruments for you, learning your favorites so he can serenade and impress you. He tries to be as accommodating as possible, so patient and okay with your panic that he succeeds in comforting you. He’ll even let you help him at the bar once you get settled in, people find it adorable when you and him work together you don’t really do anything

They probably don’t have playdates very often, but the most to least well behaved would probably go

Viktors darling—Viktors humanity pays off, and his darling likely comes to terms pretty quickly, asking him nicely for things and even letting him touch them willingly!

Luther’s darling—All in all, they probably don’t have all too much to complain about. They’re awkward, but the darling isn’t clawing at him or anything

Allison’s darling—no cameras? Her darling is probably playing a Nintendo switch on a couch somewhere in the mansion, avoiding the wackos

fives darling—He’s trying, and so are they, but they’re a little out of it most of the time. I won’t give them credit for behaving because they don’t even know they’re doing something good by clinging to torso they wake up on every morning or by not biting the hand that feeds them dinner every night

Klaus Darling—Trying to run like all hell, but klaus just pulls them into whatever room has been set up for the meetup and wraps a friendly arm around them for the rest of the event

Diego’s darling—Biting at him, breaking things, all hell will break loose and he will be chuckling at his siblings as his darling tries to stab him with a fork

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Maybe I should write more in depth personal series about it??? Who would yall wanna see first??? All of them?? SEASON 4 IS STUPID AND I HATE IT >:(

[macabreroni]

review i read on the offical ultrakill gabriel bodypillow

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Laura T.

I am said friend who is delusional. Gabriel helped me through a breakup.

“I spent 3 years of my life chasing after a man, thinking he was the one. One day said man decided to break up with me. I was absolutely so distraught and falling back into him in the beginning all the time, I thought I couldn't live without my boyfriend. I was no stranger to Gabriel at the time of my breakup, but it never crossed my mind to obtain a body pillow of him. My lovely friend Charlie decided that providing the angel into my possession would boost my morale. As Charlie bought me this cover and the body pillow, I didn't think it would do all that much for me. I hid him from my parents, being embarrassed that I'd have a body pillow in my bed. To my surprise, upon his arrival everyone loved him. My cat lays near him and he is always included in every conversation I have at my bed. Upon being entertaining, Gabriel has a bunch of other qualities that I like. Gabriel is very soft and cold, perfect for when you overheat in your bed. Gabriel is also the perfect husband and friend. He will never yell at you for showing him a stupid TikTok. He never complains every either, which is wonderful. When you cry on him he will be there for you and let him lean on you. My only complaint is that he doesn't support me financially but I guess him being an angel makes up for him. I wouldn't expect Gabriel to be able to hold a 9 to 5 job anyway. Other than that, Gabriel has been a wonderful and healthy boyfriend/husband. He genuinely loves me more than my ex boyfriend did. Even through a screen, when I didn't have my pillow he would pay attention to me more than any ex boyfriend did. The best part and the most distinct part about this Gabriel pillow is how comfortable he is to cuddle. At night, I used to make my ex boyfriend sleep on call with me because I had absolutely horrible and soul crushing anxiety. Some days I would stay up for 48 hours because of how I couldn't sleep. genuinely one of the first thoughts I had when he broke up with me was about what I was gonna do when I had to go to sleep. The moment I laid my head on Gabriel's chest I passed out, I'm not even joking. Gabriel was so comfortable that he fixed my dependency on people to sleep with me on call. Gabriel is big enough to simulate another person being in your bed, which is exactly what I needed in my dire times. Not only that, when sleeping Gabriel has 2 sides. "Sexy" and "Protective". When sleeping on the side of protection I genuinely felt all of the paranoia that I have been harboring from my 18 years of living instantly disappear. He is genuinely one of the best things to cross my life to be honest. If I was in possession of Gabriel a year and a half sooner I think I would have broken up with my boyfriend because of how well Gabriel has treated me. I cannot believe that Gabriel was more accepted into my family than an entire human being. Although he can't speak to me, I can feel the love radiating from him. The only complaint I have about this body pillow is that when I was trying to stuff the pillow inside Gabriel, the seam ripped. Although this happened and there was a bunch of popping and ripping noises coming from Gabriel while I wrestled with him to get him to fit around the pillow, he fit in and the seam ripping isn't noticeable. The busted seam doesn't interfere with Gabriel whatsoever and he is very durable to throw around and move. Though be prepared to spend a lot of time wrestling to get him in like I did, that was an entire workout. Other than that, Gabriel is perfect. I would buy this body pillow for all of your loved ones that you hold nearest and dearest to your heart. Gabriel is the perfect gift for anybody who loves him. The more I think about it, the more I realize why my boyfriend would not buy this for me. I think he was afraid of losing the competition.

It's honestly so sad that you do below the minimum amount of effort a lifeless body pillow does. I have not felt the urge to talk to my ex since I have gotten my body pillow of Gabriel, which is absolutely amazing because I fold so bad. Gabriel has singlehandedly ceased my tears for my ex, and the tears that fell because of this man Gabriel caught them and comforted me. I have never felt so emotionally stable in a breakup, and it's all cause of Gabriel. I don't think I'll ever find a man to hold me like Gabriel does. I am in debt to the person who bestowed upon me this wonderous body pillow and I am in debt to the person who came up with this lustrous design. I have never felt happier in my life knowing that there is an angel to watch over me. For the low price of 50 dollars you could too experience the joy that I have been nonstop experiencing. I don't think $50 is enough for the joy that I have experienced. Some people say that money can't buy happiness, but money did buy happiness. I am convinced that if this body pillow could, it would cure cancer. Not only that but my hormone deficiency fixed itself within a week of Gabriel arriving at my doorstep. 5/5 stars, thank you!”

[its-time-to-write]

chapter 8

I wish I could explain to you the absolute feat it was to complete these chapters. I’ve been having a TIME lol but like,,, not a bad time? Just a busy one. I’ll probably be gone for a bit (but who actually knows) since I’ve got a few end-of-year projects that have been taking up my time and brain. And I don’t recall if I mentioned before, but I’m on a 2-year medication that causes SUCH bad brain fog. anyway. That’s enough over sharing. Here’s the rest of were you sent by someone?

table of contents

i’m not pretending in the way you are

It becomes a routine, Jamie coming over. It doesn’t help that Madeline (the fucking traitor) vaguely endorses the whole thing after girl’s night at Keeley’s. 

“I genuinely think he’s trying,” she says. “He goes to therapy, for fuck’s sake. That’s got to mean something.”

“Fuck you,” you reply good-naturedly and Madeline just poses for another selfie with Clare. 

But she’s right. He is trying, trying in a way he didn’t when you were together. He’s almost reliable, although you’d never say it to his face. He shows up with flowers, doesn’t push boundaries, and more often than not he makes dinner. 

And he’s fucking brilliant with Clare. It’s almost unfair how good he is, with no practice whatsoever. She loves him, smiles whenever she can see him and giggles when he holds her.

You take her to a game, once. Madeline comes too, wearing an oversized Rojas kit and a miniskirt. You just wear a red shirt and jeans, but Bean has a Tartt onesie. You see Keeley Jones from afar and barely dodge having to talk to her. Jamie finds you after the match and Madeline takes a picture of the three of you. Jamie has his arms wrapped around you and you’re smiling. It’s a real smile too, and the picture ends up on your fridge. You’re not sure how because you definitely didn’t put it there, but Madeline and Jamie are there often enough that it could have been either one of them. 

Most dinners devolve into fierce arguments between Jamie and Madeline about who love Clare the most, but you aren’t complaining. She’s sleeping through the night now, so you let them argue while glued to your computer.

Jamie has taken to holding your hand whenever he can manage it. He always was one for physical touch, and it’s nice. He hasn’t made a move beyond that and you’re not ready for that but whatever you have right now is working.

Georgie visits, and that’s strange. You’d only met her twice before, and now she’s in your house holding Clare while Jamie sits on the couch next to them. It feels like intruding almost, the way they all have the same face and the same smile, so you disappear upstairs. They won’t notice, you’re positive, but there’s a tap on the door to your room and instead of looking up to see Jamie, it’s Georgie. She comes in and sits at the end of your bed at your invitation and says, “Are you all right, love?”

You smile, the one you use for photographs. Not fake, but not real either. “Of course,” you reply. “I’m glad you could come meet Clare. You’re welcome back any time.”

Georgie squints. “It must be strange for you,” she says, “going from being all alone to having the other side of Clare’s family. It was hard enough for me when Simon came ‘round, much less Jamie. And Jamie was older, too, so the poor baby was always worried Simon was going to leave.”

You nod. You’re quite familiar with the story. You still aren’t sure Jamie trusts Simon, but maybe he wouldn’t trust anyone with his mum.

Which begs the question, do you really trust anyone with Clare? Jamie’s been lovely for a whole month, but a month isn’t long enough to really tell. You wonder if the threat of him leaving will always loom over your head.

“Jamie called me, you know,” Georgie says. “It was right after he met Clare. He wanted to know how to un-fuck up everything and I told him he might not be able to. He was a right little shit, I heard. I just told him what I would have liked when I was in your shoes, but I know it doesn’t magically fix everything.”

And that… that makes sense. Not that Jamie couldn’t have figured out how to make things better on his own, but he did it almost perfectly. It makes sense why everything he did seemed to anticipate all your needs. He’d asked someone who’d been in your shoes, and hadn’t gotten the help she might have wanted. 

“He loves you, you know,” Georgie continues. She doesn’t seem to feel the need to pressure you to speak, which is good because you don’t have much to say. “I mean, he really, truly, spectacularly loves you. He speaks about you in all of our conversations, always going on about how amazing you are at your job and as a mum.” That’s interesting. You hadn’t known Jamie spoke to Georgie about you, much less what he might have said. You know Georgie can be many things, but she isn’t a liar. 

She hesitates for a moment. “You don’t have to treat me like your mum, but I’d like to treat you as my daughter. I always hoped Jamie would choose someone who’d make him want to be better. He’s a sweet thing, he is, but he gets funny in the head sometimes, you know what I mean?”

You smile. “Jamie? Funny in the head? Say it isn’t so.”

Georgie laughs. “Ah, that Clare is going to have quite the sense humor between the two of you I’m sure. You’ll have to come ‘round up north when you can manage it. I know Simon would be absolutely delighted to meet you both.”

Your eyes flicker. That’s a big step. A very permanent, potentially painful step.

Georgie catches it and leans forward. “Love, I’m not just here because of the baby. I’m here because you’re someone Jamie cares about. Simon and I want to be a support system for you.” She smiles. “And of course, we don’t want to step on your toes. James’s parents were always trying to take Jamie, and I fucking hated it.”

You hear footsteps on the stairs and Jamie appears with Clare. “Oi,” he says, “you lot having a chat about me?”

“No,” you and Georgie chorus and Jamie just squints. “Fucking lying, you are. Can always tell.”

You hold your arms out for Clare. At this rate, the kid won’t be on the floor long enough to learn how to crawl.

“Cruel,” Jamie continues, and you roll your eyes. So dramatic, he is. “Anyway, came up to see if you’d like to go out to eat tonight. I can’t do the fuckin’ dishes. I need a break.”

“Lazybones,” Georgie says, and it’s different now than it was downstairs. It feels like family.

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Georgie’s been gone a week and you’ve been roped into dinner at Jamie’s with Roy Kent and Keeley fucking Jones.

Thank fucking god Madeline’s there as well with her on-again off-again boy toy who’s probably her soulmate and who she will most likely marry when she’s in her forties because otherwise you’d lose your fucking shit.

It’s a strange dinner without the fact that you can’t stomach Keeley, because Roy fucking hates Jamie.

You’re pretty sure he tolerates you, and he definitely likes Clare because he holds her most of the night before you put her down in her room to sleep. 

The feeling’s mutual, because she cries the moment you take her from him.

You say, “You’re good with kids,” and Roy just shrugs.

Back at the dinner table, Madeline’s had to dig her nails into your thigh. She’s definitely going to leave crescent fingernail marks, but if it stops you from being rude, you won’t wiggle away.

Jamie’s oblivious. He just seems happy not to be alone in his giant, far too quiet house. It’s a relatively uneventful evening, although you’re not the biggest fan of the way Keeley tells stories about Jamie like he belongs to her, somehow. Or like you don’t exist.

By the time she and Roy leave, you’re exhausted. The last thing you want to do is wake Clare, drive her home, and try to get her to sleep again.

Madeline and Isaiah (aforementioned boy toy) leave soon after, and you call, “Use protection!” as they walk down the steps.

“Worked well for you, did it?” Isaiah asks and you flip him off, but you aren’t mad. Like you said, you’re relatively certain he’s Madeline’s soulmate and he’s been around long enough that he’s allowed to joke like that.

The door finally closes behind them and you’re ready to collapse. You turn to find Jamie with a similar expression and without conscious effort, you make your way into his arms.

You close your eyes and sigh as you rest your cheek on his chest.

He asks, “You tired?” and you nod. “Want to spend the night? Can make up the room next to Clare’s. Won’t take long.”

You shake your head, and you feel him deflate a little. “I don’t want the room next to Clare’s.”

Jamie pulls away a bit to gauge your expression. “You mean-?”

You nod. “I hate sleeping alone. It’s cold and stupid.”

Jamie says, “Hm,” and uses one hand to brush hair away from your face. Your gaze flicks to his lips for a moment, but he definitely sees it. You have just enough time to say, “We’re not having sex,” before he’s kissing you, and you think that maybe forgiving him isn’t such a terrible idea after all. 

But you’re too tired to explore that idea further so when he breaks away to get some air, you pull him upstairs and to his room where you both collapse on the bed and fall asleep intertwined.

[b4b3tte]

“ I WOULD APPRECIATE IT…IF YOU’D STAY WITH ME “

Summary: After a Friday night studying you and Wednesday decided to sleep together. When it’s 8:00 AM and you have to get ready to meet up with your friends, Wednesday decides she wants you to lay down with her for a bit longer. Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader. Warning: None. Genre: Fluff | One shot | pretty short | !!!

A/N : A master list and introduction list is coming soon btw!!

Oh my god last night was just a big pain in the ass, all those classes all those hours of end less studying and for what? Just for us to probably spend the rest of our lives rotting in prison for murder? This is pointless but to stay in nevermore academy having good grades Is a must especially to Wednesday. She values intelligence, little too much someone would say, But even Wednesday was a bit stressed out. What’s more better than peacefully sleeping with your girlfriend with no trouble on the world.

Shit shit shit. It’s 8:15 I’m supposed to be at the cafe by 8:35! I slowly move Wednesdays hand from mine and get up and quickly head to the bathroom. Of course Wednesday is a light sleeper and she sensed you got up, her eyes shot open and quickly got up at the sight of you not being next to her she looks around and sees the bathroom light on she somewhat relaxes knowing you are still here but she wonders why you are out of bed so early. Usually Wednesday wakes up around 6:15 but when she is cuddling or sleeping next to you she can’t help but relax in your arms and sleep much longer than she usually does. I finished brushing my teeth,hair and doing my skin care I just need to put on my clothes and some makeup products in my bag I’ll do my makeup in the car or something, I open the door and see Wednesday staring at me, at the sudden person awake I do freak out at first glance.

“ JESUS..my god you scared the shit out of me at least give me a warning damn “ “ You know that use of vocabulary was unnecessary, and at first you startled me when you weren’t next to me..what’s the rush anyway “ “ Remember I have to meet up with my friends at the cafe, I thought I told you last night “ “ oh yeah..I forgot I apologize.. “

Huh…Wednesday seems little upset at the fact I’m leaving, I probably shouldn’t pay any mind like she says I’m being dramatic I just really need to find my blush compact and change, But then suddenly Wednesday speaks up again.

“ Y/n. “

“ yes? “

“ um..I absolutely hate having this sentence come out of my mouth but I would appreciate it if you’d stay with me…at least for a little bit “

You look over to Wednesday and soften at how honest and vulnerable she is being, she struggles and hates showing affection through words and physically so she just gives gifts but this is the first she is actually asking which caught you by surprise and herself too, she never thought she would have the courage to or even have the right person to even say that “ disgusting “ sentence. You just nodded and quickly send a text message to your group-chat saying you won’t be able to make it with no context whatsoever, Wednesday moves a little bit the the side for you to have enough room and lay down next to her. You sit on the bed and lift your legs on the mattress covered with sheets that are black since Wednesday would refuse to sleep on anything bright. You lay down next to her and she just scoots closer to you and turns on her side ( with her hands still criss cross on her shoulders) and nuzzles her head into the side of your chest while you just have your hand on her back ( if that makes any sense at all) as you get even more relaxed Wednesday just mouths the words “ I love you “ as she drifts back to sleep.

EXTRA🤗!!! :

This would be Wednesday when she feels that you aren’t next to her and wakes up and waits for you to come back so she can either yell at you or ask you to come back and lay down with her

“ y/n I feel hurt, It feels like the coldest nights of the year and you left me to freeze didn’t you, usually it’s a relaxing feeling but coming from you it doesn’t feel so relaxing so would you care to explain why did you leave? “

Or

“ you’re finally back, this is horrifying to say but do you mind joining me back into bed..I would appreciate it more then you’d know so would that be a yes or no y/n? If you say no I will rip out each of your organs, yes? Okay great “

[stayatiny]

Little Dolly Chapter 11~ Yandere!Seonghwa

Pairing(s) – Killer/Yandere Seonghwa x Virgin! Reader

Series warnings – Violence, Daddy kink, mentions of murder, TW- beating, swearing, blood, smut and lose of virginity (later on), yandere behaviors, Stockholm syndrome. MDNI!!!

Chapter Warning(s) –things that regularly goes with Mafia, smut, daddy kink, creampie, Slight breeding kink, swearing please let me know If I missed anything.

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I stumbled out of bed right before stretching my arms to the ceiling. I turned to look at Seonghwa, who was still asleep. I smiled to myself that the big scary mafia man sleeping like a baby snuggled into the sheets. I headed to the kitchen to get breakfast ready and some coffee. This is our second day on the little island and there was so much to see. I wanted to explore around the island since I’ve heard from Seonghwa’s mother who told us that there was a ‘romantic’ waterfall here. I put on some music and kept the volume low. I hummed along with the song until I heard a soft voice behind me. Seonghwa singing along gave me chills. He turns me around and holds me tight.  He danced with his body pressed to mine and him leading cause I can’t dance whatsoever.

“Loosen up I’ll lead you.” I let out a little whimper while he held me so close. He kissed the side of my head still singing to me.

‘I just wanna live in this moment forever

Cause I’m afraid that living couldn’t get any better

Started giving up on the word “forever”

Until you gave up heaven so we could be together

You’re my angel, angel baby’

My heart fluttered while he sang. He sounded amazing. We danced while he sang to me until the very end. I was blushing hard. I haven’t done that since the start of this relationship.

“You sound really good.” I pulled away from Seonghwa while he went to get some coffee. He chuckles.

“Thank you. I’ve always been able to sing. At one time I wanted to be an idol.”

“You could have been. You have rhythm and you can sing well.” I got some coffee too. I hopped up on the counter while Seonghwa got between my legs. His soft and warm lips constantly delivering pecks and some nibbles causing me to whine in between sips of his coffee.

“What did you want to do today,” He asked. I took a sip of my mug. I placed it on the counter and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Your mom said that there was a waterfall on the island, and I want to go see it.” He put down his mug then caressed my cheek.

“Of course she did. Well in that case let’s get ready and we’ll head out that way.” I let out a squeal and hop off the counter. I ran off to the bedroom to get on my bathing suit along with a t-shirt to cover up with.

“Are you ready yet baby?” I grabbed my sneakers and headed to the door where he was waiting for me.

“I’m ready when you are.” He grabbed my hand as we headed out onto the path. The falls weren’t that far from the house and were tucked away in the woods but if we needed to, we could get back with ease. The water falling over the rocks and the sound alone were calming. I stared at the water before deciding to take off my shirt and shoes to get into the water.

“Hold on before you get in. I want to take a picture with you.” He placed his phone against a rock before walking over to me. He grabbed my waist pulling me close to him. We both smiled as the timer went off. I ran back over to the phone looking at our photo.

“We look so good!” Seonghwa came over and looked at the picture with me. It was perfect. We were taking selfies when he got a call. He answers it, his happy smile and demeanor fading to rage.

“What do you mean that the Bang syndicate made it out with the drugs. I hope this is just a terrible joke that you think is funny, Yeosang.” He looked over to me then handed me my shirt and grabbed my hand. I slipped on my shoes as we headed back to the house. I trailed behind him as he spoke on the phone. I didn’t hear much of what he was saying. I figured that it had something to do with the dock incident that he mentioned last night. We got back to the house where Mr. Kang met Seonghwa and me. He looked worried but didn’t say anything to me about what was going on. He and Seonghwa went into the office and such the door. I went to the kitchen to clean up this morning’s breakfast plates and cups while he spoke to his people. A part of me is nosy and I need to know what’s going on but then again if it was something important, he would tell me. I just hope that everyone is okay. I kept hearing Seonghwa yell each time causing me to shutter and move further away from the door. I eventually went outside to get away from it. I dangled my feet into the backyard pool, taking a deep breath. I let the cool water soothe me. I decided to get out of the pool when my stomach started to rumble so loud I could hear it over the waves and by this time the yelling’s stopped. I made my way into our kitchen when a familiar aura washed over me. I see Seonghwa leaning against the counter with a lit cigarette hanging out his mouth.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” I said, then munching on a piece of beef that I just cooked.

“I don’t usually. I only really do when I’m really stressed, and I need something to relieve me.” He lets out a puff of smoke. Good thing we leave the doors open for air to come in.

“Well in that case do you want something to eat. I made some steak stir fry and rice.” He smiles and puts out the cigarette in the ash tray.

“Sure, I’m getting kinda hungry.” He grabbed some from my plate. I made him a plate and then finally got the courage to ask.

“Is everything okay?” He sighed but didn’t say anything. He leaned against the counter again when he finally answered.

“Dad got hurt last night. The Bang Syndicate ambush him and his team. They even made out with our drugs. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I haven’t thought of an outcome that doesn’t lead to my syndicate and his in a fight to the death. In the end I always knew that it would come to this, I was just hoping that it would be later when I’m older and wiser than what I am now.” I frowned hearing him speak. He, probably for once in his life, didn’t know what to do in this situation. I put down my plate and hugged his waist tightly. He rubbed my back just letting me stay.

“You’ll think of something, Hwa. You always do.” He kissed my head then let me go. We quickly finished dinner before we sat down on the couch.

“Do we need to go back early?” He looked down at me.

“I don’t think so, at least not yet. I haven’t heard much from my father about what happened last night. He didn’t seem like he was in a lot of pain. He got shot in the shoulder. He went into surgery this morning.”

“Do you think it’s a good idea to leave your mother all alone while your dad is in the hospital.” Seonghwa pulled me closer.

“I know that she will be fine. She is strong, in fact she is from a small crime family as well. Mostly everyone in my family is. My older brother is the only one that has a relatively normal job at a fashion company. But he does know how to shoot if he needs to. I trust that he will keep the safe.” I swung my legs over onto Seonghwa’s lap while I leaned against the arm of the couch. He rubbed my calf muscles and my thighs. I sighed and closed my eyes.

“Don’t go to sleep, baby doll.” I stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed before starting to rub my feet. I groaned and shook my head. I snuggled down onto the soft couch. I hear him chuckle and rub my leg. He put my legs to the side and then lays behind me, wrapping his arm around me. I sigh before turning around to bury my face in his neck.

“You know that when we go back home, we’re going to have a lot of things to get together before your family shows up.” I groaned thinking about it. I was ready to see them but not the work that was gonna go into it all.

“Ugh please don’t remind me.” We laid in silence only the sound of the ocean and the breeze flowing through the room. I look up at Seonghwa and kiss him. He pulls me closer if that’s even a possibility. He leans away from me and then kisses my head. It was still and calm when we heard Mr. Kang run into the room. I feel Seonghwa tense up.

“Sir, there is a call for you. It’s Christopher Bang.” Seonghwa jumped up and headed into his office. My heart thumping against my ribs I couldn’t sit still anymore. I got up and headed to the kitchen for some water. I knew that something was up if the Bang Syndicate leader was calling Seonghwa. I leaned against the counter with my hands propped up on the granite top. The cold chilling up my spine.

“This better be good that you’re calling me and, on my honeymoon, no less.” I growled over the phone.

“Aw what’s wrong, Seonghwa. I thought you two were going to have this big wedding. I’m calling to offer you a deal for your drugs and your family.” I sighed deeply before seeing what he could possibly want.

“Alright what do you want?” I could practically hear his smirk and amusement. I should have killed him when I had the chance.

“I want your wife.” My heart started to race and then pound. Anger and rage bubbled over.

“Like fucking hell you’ll get Y/N,” I roared. He laughs at me then takes a deep breath.

“Either you give her to me, or I might let it slip that you kidnapped her and held her against her will.” Fuck how did he know what I did?

“If I catch wind that you snitched, I will fucking end you and everything that you hold dear. I’m not giving you my wife. She’s mine and only mine. I will make sure no one will ever find your body.” I hear him laugh then scoff at me.

“We’ll see about that, Park Seonghwa.” I grit my teeth and a smirk comes over my face.

“We will, Christopher Bang.”

I hear Seonghwa slam the door on the office, his footsteps heavy with rage.

“Seong-“ I’m cut off by his lips crushing into mine. He pulls my body close to his like I was going to disappear into thin air. I wrap my arms around his neck as he grabs the back of my thighs letting me know to jump. I wind my legs around his waist as he carries me into the bedroom.

“What’s wrong, Seonghwa?” He only growls, as he throws me down onto the bed. He climbs on top of me, settling himself between my legs.

“I just need you.” I kiss him while pulling his shirt off him. I needed him too. Just the small interaction just now was enough to set me off.

“Fuck you’re so hot.” Seonghwa mumbles into my chest. He managed to get my top off before I could even think about what was going on. He leans up, staring down at my bare chest. I started to feel self-conscious and went to cover my breasts. Seonghwa pinned my arms down to the bed as he leans over sucking a nipple into his mouth. I whined loudly trying to squeeze my legs together but with him in the way that was impossible. Seonghwa takes his time sucking and nibbling on one nipple then the other. I’m a moaning wet mess by the time he starts to kiss down my chest. He lets my arms go but I don’t dare move them from their place on the bed.

“You’re so soft and warm.” He pulls my shorts down, throwing them to the floor with the rest of our clothes.

“Please,” I beg quietly almost a whisper. His head snaps up looking at me.

“Please what baby?” Seonghwa smiles so sweetly. Fuckin’ jerk.

“Please daddy. Touch me please.” He smirks before fully placing the pad of his thumb to my clit. I moan and whine as he rubs in small circles. I buck my hips wanting him to move more or to put his cock in me, leaning more toward the second option.

“Flip over baby.” I do as I’m told laying down on my tummy. Seonghwa places a pillow under my hips as a cushion for me. I feel the tip of his cock graze over my pussy a few times before fulling sliding into me. I practically scream into the comforter.

“Did you want me this badly?” I nod into our blankets. He lays on my back as he starts to pound into me. The sound of heavy breathing and slapping skin filling our room. One of Seonghwa’s hands gripping into my waist while his arm wrapped around my neck holding me in place as he fucks into me.

“God you’re so tight. Almost like a virgin.” He doesn’t waste any time putting me on my back and sliding back into me. His hand found my throat, not squeezing by making it known that it was there.

“Daddy please cum in me.” That was all it took for Seonghwa to squeeze my throat. I even wrapped a hand around his wrist to let him know that I was okay with it.

“Fuck I can’t wait to fuck a baby into you. Have you walking around pregnant with my babies.” He buries his head into my neck. I whine wrapping my legs around his waist as he finally cums in me. He lets go of my neck then leans up looking at me.

“Are you okay?” I nod, too breathless to actually speak. He kisses me, before pulling out. He smiles as he gets off the bed.

“What a beautiful mess.” I could have melted into the bed when he said that.

“Hey hey stop looking.” I close my legs, while he laughs at me.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, Y/N.” He carries me from the bed to the bathroom letting me use the toilet first. After I finish, he places himself and me into the giant tub. Seonghwa leans back bring me with him. I didn’t complain, I leaned against him, my head right into his neck. I could get use to this life.

[spankingwishes2]

Ruder than Rude

@agbbswts wrote:

"It's not amusement dear, it's rather satisfaction. The fact you've bared your bottom before I even took my shoe off proves me that your last 'over my knee lesson in obedience' was amazingly valuable. Therefore I'm confident an at least 'three days long sore backside' will remind you not using that kind of language again."

***

It was way beyond unacceptable.  My only excuse was that I was already mad about the situation and she seemed to be criticizing me on top of it.  What happened was, I had been unable to convince some total jerk (as usual) to be of any assistance whatsoever - and she said that I needed to learn to be more ‘persuasive’.

“Well, I’m sorry,” I yelled, “But I just can’t wave those gigantic udders of yours in someone’s face and have him do whatever I ask.”

From her first reaction I thought she was going to cry.  You could have heard a pin drop, as they say.  I knew I was wrong and started unfastening my pants.  Not because of getting the strap last lime for arguing - because I knew I deserved it.

So, she said, three days of a sore backside courtesy of her slipper.  Not sure it wasn’t fair.  We got started on it right away and she laid a great foundation.

“Since I’m pleased with your compliance, you may ask my forgiveness,” she told me.  I told her how much I cherished her body, how beautiful she was, and how grateful I was to be able to please her.  Of course, it wasn’t reciprocal, no surprise there.  Hard to sleep on my stomach, impossible to sleep on my back.

***

Aw! That's so sweet of you to come and ask obediently for your promised morning spanking. The breakfast in bed was even a nicer touch. To show you I'm not merciless, I will only slipper you bare bum until you can't sit instead of belting you red raw. So, am I not the kindest wife in the world?

***

In the morning I tried to ingratiate myself further, with about all the success I could expect.  She wanted to make very sure I would be sore until my next spanking but put in the extra effort to use her slipper, not the belt.  Even so, it was more like a ‘weekday’ spanking when it would have to last until dinner or after rather than a ‘Saturday morning reminder’ - plus it was delivered on an already sore bottom!

Once I’d collected myself I offered to please her again but she declined, though she said she might want a massage later and I assured her (truthfully) that I’d be glad to do so.

She did get her massage later, though still no relief for me, but I think she could tell that I wasn’t just ‘pretending’ to have a sore backside.  At least, I made it to bedtime and then ‘only’ got what she claimed was half a spanking with the belt.  It still made for a difficult night on my side and belly.

***

"That could constitute something like the start of an apology, I'll give you that. But you know how I like your excuses better when I have my slipper in hand and your bare backside settled across my lap. So if you're still decided to please me all day - yours words - you know what you have to do."

***

Sunday morning I managed to avoid any wake-up discipline.  I thought maybe it was because my bottom was too sore.  By 10:30 I had procured some flowers and put together a breakfast fruit plate for my lovely lady but the slippers on her feet made me less than optimistic.

This time, she said she was ready to hear a ‘proper’ apology from me - and an explanation, which tended to result in a lot more and harder swats.  But at least we were making progress!  Still, the spanking she delivered showed little recognition of any ‘progress’ or any concern for my very sore bottom!  The fact that I was crying almost immediately only led her to make me repeat my explanation and apology over and over so she could ‘understand it properly’.

After I recovered (which took a very long time), she informed me of two things: first, that we would be joining friends for a casual ‘early dinner’ sort of thing for the afternoon, and that she was ‘ready to return things to normal’.

“That is to say, if you manage to behave yourself while we’re out - and on the trip to and from - everything will be hugs and kisses when we return,” she said, and I knew she meant a lot more than that.  “And if I have even a single complaint, you’ll be begging me to bring you home before I start in again on your bottom, sore or otherwise!”

It was three days indeed!

[jokertrap-ran]

[Kuroshitsuji Collab] 6★ William T. Spears (MOON) Translation 最終話 生活リズムは乱れなく Final Chapter: Circadian Rhythm, Unaffected

"Whilst unable to find any clues for a way to return home…"

CV: 杉山 紀彰 (Sugiyama Noriaki)

*Yume100 Masterlist *Requested by A. Carina Spears~ *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Name will remain as my normal ( ラン )

Moon Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Final Chapter / Secret Story Normal / Sun + SS

The light of the setting sun paints the brick-paved streets of the city with a tastefully orange hue.

Our inquiries had borne no fruit. Hence, we were now walking the streets in an effort to find a new way to search for clues to return William home.

Man on the Street 1: Oh, hey! If it isn't the reaper guy!

The two men we passed by stopped to strike up a conversation with William.

Man on the Street 2: Did you manage to find any leads on how to get back to your original world?

William: No, not yet. Please do inform me if you have any information whatsoever. It will be of great help.

William: I have to hurry back, for there is a long list of souls waiting to be collected.

Man on the Street 1: Oooh, what funny jokes you tell!

The man roared with laughter, smacking William on the back in jest.

(He seems to have gained popularity while I was away…)

A small chuckle left my lips as I watched him quickly straighten out his slightly rumpled suit.

He instantly glared in my direction.

Ran: I'm glad to see that the investigation's progressing!

I tried to laugh it off, but that didn't seem to help his mood as he still looked as displeased as ever…

William: What little information we've managed to obtain pertains to this country's population, climate, terrain, water quality, the statistics of ore mined…

William: The number of tailors and optical stores, the local gathering place for strays, and… the easy-going personality of the locals here. That about sums it all up.

(Personally, I think that finding out all of that information in such a short time is quite an amazing feat…)

However, the lenses of William’s glasses glinted like the sharp edge of a blade as if contravening my thoughts.

William: That being said, none of the above can be considered as a step in the right direction. Understand?

I hurriedly straightened up in response.

Ran: Yes! I’ve also requested an audience with the king in hopes of broadening the scope of our search.

William fixed me with an appraising look.

Ran: We will surely be able to cover more ground if we manage to enlist the king;’s aid.

William: …Very well.

Although he still looked as stoic as ever, I could tell that the revelation left him slightly stunned.

I smiled, happy that we were still partners.

━━━━━━━∘◦ ✰ ◦∘━━━━━━━  

That night…

The King’s messenger had approached me, informing me that we’d been granted an audience with the King.

(Looks like the king wanted us to know about this as soon as possible…)

Overjoyed to finally be of help to William, I quickly dashed off to inform him.

Ran: William-san?

Knocking on his door, a moment of silence followed before a muffled voice sounded from the other side of the door.

William: …Come in.

I slowly opened the door. And then…

━━━━━━━∘◦ ✰ ◦∘━━━━━━━  

(Wha-?)

William: What brings you here at this hour of the night?

William was already lying in bed.

He had changed into a clean set of pajamas and his hair was no longer styled back. He wasn’t wearing his usual suit, and for some reason, it made my heart race.

Ran: S-Sorry! I didn't know that you were about to turn in for the day.

I quickly turned away, ready to close the door, but William continued speaking as if merely striking up a conversation.

William: Reapers require sleep. Were I to be disturbed, it would no doubt affect my work performance tomorrow.

Ran: Sorry… I just wanted to let you know that our request for an audience with the king got approved as soon as I could.

William: I see. Though, you could have just told me about this tomorrow.

Ran: Right…

I shrunk back at his admonishment.

William: It’s important to get off work on time and get the appropriate amount of sleep required to ensure maximum work efficiency.

William: This is a principle that I strictly adhere to, and under no cost will it be broken.

Ran: I… see?

William: You should get some rest as well. It would be an issue if you were to turn up late again.

I instantly straightened up. His words had hit a sore spot.

Still…

Ran: I won’t be late again, promise!

My answer rang loud and clear — a promise to him, and an oath to myself.

William: But of course. I look forward to working with you, partner.

Ran: …!

━━━━━━━∘◦ ✰ ◦∘━━━━━━━  

Having said so, he closed his eyes.

Ran: …Good night.

I bid him a quiet good night before closing the door behind me on the way out.

(He called me his partner…)

His words warmed my heart.

(I’ll give it my best tomorrow too!)

For some reason, this dreary-looking corridor now looked akin to a bright path to tomorrow despite how dimly-lit it was…

The END

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Could you tell us more about Bubba and Kickin’s hypothetical relationship?

We all know it'll take me one business day to actually make them a part of the AU, and then soon after It'll be the sapphics turn...

AHEM.

They survived together after Picky attacked both of them. They stayed by each other's side and Kickin did his best to "repair" Bubba's body and avoid giving him an infection. His job was a succesful one, thankfully!

Anyways there's something really intimate about giving the guy you always admired surgery because your bestie tried to eat both him and you. That "something really intimate" is called "realizing you would die for him" btw.

I think they both knew one had feelings for the other, but had a silent agreement on not doing anything about it whatsoever, too busy with surviving. Kickin put together some tools to help Bubba navigate, including a makeshift wheelchair. He did his best trying to protect him, but they still got separated and ended up having to survive alone for months before the rescue. They thought the other had died.

I cannot talk enough about how much they cried when they realized the other was alive. Bubba was sobbing and he always had a hard time even getting teary.

Kickin is two things: Very small and Very overprotective. Don't get him wrong he's just >:( because he's still in survival mode. He refused to leave the hospital before Bubba, but he had to.

Bubba seems to hold the braincell and is the only one able to put some sense into Kickin's "oh no oh no oh no oh no something will happen and we're all going to die and I NEED to keep my friends safe for when the thing happens" mindset. Kickin is also the only one Bubba listens to when he's told he needs to take a break because his brain literally cannot take it anymore.

They're not lovey-dovey like Catnap and Dogday, only doing the physical contact stuff when they're sleeping next to each other. Kickin is the big spoon.

They are however two huge nerds. Kickin likes hearing infodumps and Bubba likes giving them. They discover D&D and teach the others about it, as well as Yu-Gi-Oh and MtG. Their idea of "quality time" is either 2 hour-long PowerPoint presentation done by Bubba or 4 hour-long session of a bunch of card games.

The only thing that stopped them from just calling each other partner (romantic way) is the fact that they were so used by their silent deal of not talking about it they forgot they should talk about it, actually, and it's only when they're watching Catnap and Dogday be absolute idiots for each other that they realize that Uh-Oh they don't have much judging power on this one!!!!

I don't think they'll ever get married on paper. They just don't care enough about it, and nothing would change for them. They're happy with being boyfriends and with having separate rooms, as they just like having personal space!

Kickin discovers how to get a tattoo on his bigger bodies body and makes Bubba pick something for him. I'm not set on what the final choice was but I know it was EXTREMELY silly and Bubba got mad for Kickin for actually going with the silly option (affectionate).

Kickin pranks Bubba all the time. And vice-versa. It's how they say "I love you" to each other.

No one realizes these two are a thing until some weeks later, when Dogday asks them about it and they're both like "oh yeah we are :}". Literally the only people who knew were Delight (Bubba told her) and Angel (who told Kickin to talk to Bubba).

Anyways they're silly, I love them <3

[risustravelogue]

A Fleeting Dream

Summary:

A fleeting dream is A reflection of your wants Unmet in this world.

Featuring:

Self-aware Alhaitham, gn!Reader (no pronouns used)

Tone:

Angst, angst, and angst.

Note:

TW: self-hate, implied chronic depression/mental health issues. No happy ending for this one. Mostly self-reflective. Suggestive at one part. Proceed at your own risk. Original post here.

🔗 AO3 | masterlist 🔗

When Alhaitham becomes conscious, you have just successfully added him to your roster of characters.

Greeted by your beaming smile, he watches curiously as you fawn over his presence on your computer screen.

“Welcome, Haitham, my husband! I can’t wait to explore with you,” you say. “First thing is to put you into the teapot—”

Your voice gets cut off as you go back to the previous menu, disappearing from his view.

… Husband?

Alhaitham sighs in resignation.

Guess this is the fate of being a fictional character, he thinks. At least I know I will be loved.

—

You farm for Alhaitham every day, visiting him every time you want to have a breather. You sometimes talk to him with his character screen up, as if he’s right there with you. Time passes, and he’s now at level 90 and triple-crowned. He has taken a liking to you. How can he not? You’ve invested so much time and effort in him, after all.

One day, you log into the game, seeking comfort after a meet-up with your high school friends. At one point, everyone started talking about their love lives. When your turn came, you could feel their attention on you. You felt heat creeping up to your cheeks, and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. After a few excruciating seconds, you could only shrug and say with a forced smile, “Come on guys, you know me. I have no love life whatsoever.”

You noticed that some looked at you with pity.

On the way home, this evil voice in your head keeps telling you:

See, they have someone who loves them in their lives. What about you, hm? You just have a fictional guy in your mind all the time.

Remember that guy from your past? Why did he reject you again? Oh, right—you’re not good enough. You have major problems no one sane would want to deal with. Pretty sure the fictional guy would do that, too, if—and that’s a big if—he’s real, of course.

And now you’re crying. You’re pathetic.

Pathetic.

Pathetic.

He can sense that you’re unwell the moment your gaze meets his. You stare at the screen, studying the now-familiar features of his face. You put a finger on the screen, tracing the side of his face. A pulsing pain bubbles up your chest as you fixate on his beautiful turquoise-red eyes.

“I wish you were here,” you whisper. “If you were, I’d probably hug you to sleep every night.” A pained smile blooms on your lips. You can feel your eyes getting hot and wet.

“What am I doing? You’re not real. You will never be real…” you trail off, tears now streaming down your cheeks. He can only watch you helplessly—his coded behaviors don’t include reaching out beyond the veil and wiping your tears away, after all. A sharp pain pierces his chest every time you sob in front of him, and although he doesn’t really care about the gods, he silently prays that he would be able to let you cry in his embrace.

He wonders: when did he start feeling like this for you?

—

Alhaitham finds himself in your dream realm later that night.

He realizes this not half a minute after he appears inside, as he cannot hear any background music playing at the back of his head. He marvels at how it looks very similar to the streets of Sumeru City, and how he doesn’t feel the usual code restraints limiting his movements. He smiles at this newfound freedom.

“What are you smiling about?”

He turns his gaze to the source of the voice—your voice. You’re dressed in your daily clothes, but somehow you don’t feel out of place. Well, he thinks, it is your dream, after all. Your smile is bright, but he notices that your eyes are still swollen from crying to sleep. He unconsciously grinds his teeth.

“There you are,” he says, and before you can react, his arms are already wrapped around your body. You gasp at his public display of affection.

“Haitham!” you scold him, but you find yourself putting your arms around his waist anyway. “Not here,” you complain softly. He buries his right hand in your hair, pulling you even closer to him.

“Let them look,” he mumbles beside your ear.

Melting from the sound of his voice, you close your eyes and hug him in earnest. The next thing you know, you’re at his house, in his bedroom, panting as he pins you onto the bed with his lips hungrily devouring yours. A wicked thought flits through your mind as you feel his warm hands go under your clothes.

Since this is a dream, might as well enjoy it, right?

—

You wake up in your bed alone.

The dream last night felt almost real. You hug your pillow tightly, trying to grab onto the fleeting memory of sleeping on your fictional husband’s chest.

“I’ll always be here with you,” he said just before your time together ended.

Empty words from a fleeting dream.

But it’s better than nothing.

Original end note:

We all have those low points in our lives. My hope is that this work makes you feel less alone in those times.

Much love 💚

© @risustravelogue 2023 • no to reposting, yes to reblogging. feel free to send an ask to suggest, chat, etc. :)

[measuringbliss]

Ultimate Spider-Man (2024) 8-10

So the artist is definitely taunting us right

Because... I mean...

...Anyway. Peter's duplicated mind is definitely not dangerous in any way. It can speak and has an evil smile.

Perfectly reliable. (I need to write smut.)

Actually I don't even need to write anything because the selfcest writes itself. But it's time to celebrate the kids' birthday, so Peter has no time to challenge his conception of his own sexuality. His trysts with Harry are already quite charged.

Then we have a flashback to three weeks ago, because the comics's pacing makes it awkward that way. Wouldn't have to do that if you had more pages, honey! Or if it wasn't per month. Remember, Iron Man arrived just as Peter and Harry were beating each other and testing their AI. Peter's is very lovely (as we've seen), and Harry's daddy issues incarnated since it's his own father. What a stupid choice.

I don't like how this Tony looks, but I'm glad to see the bisexuality is still present. Tony says the Maker returns "in a little over a year" (so probably after two years all in all, I thought it would only be one year but okay). Why does he return, actually? To get beat up? Because that's what's gonna happen.

Anyway, turns out Harry wasn't on the list of heroes who HAD to be eradicated. Peter was, but not Harry, because of course he wasn't. Wow, I bet their relationship will have no trouble whatsoever.

Peter gives Tony a chance, but Harry's fixated on the fact that Tony totally broke his suit's security. Because weakness. Because daddy issues.

Back at the kids' party, Ben tries to make Peter subtly understand that he and Jameson are an item.

He mostly fails. Anyway, the paper launches the following month (September, then). It took its time. And they want Peter there. He's not sure about it.

The party looks nice. I was finally able to play one of these dance things in Japan a few months ago and let me tell you, it's really hard. But it's fun.

Funny, that's what Ben said about Jameson.

I love this kid. He's great. Hope nothing happens to him because so far he's completely exceeded my expectations.

It's clear that the kid feels very lonely too (pretty sure that's shown in the early issues as well), but Jameson gifting him his autobiography is priceless. What a fascinating relationship. He published it himself! Fits with his autoentrepreneur thing.

Meanwhile, Fisk contacts the other gang leaders.

Yeah, still hot.

The leaders are clearly the minibosses. So beside Martin Li, we get Black Cat (Felicia's father), Mysterio (<3), Kraven, and... Mole Man. Alright. In the cliffhanger, Fisk says he wants to make a game out of his enemies... is he going to make them fight each other? It's not gonna be difficult then, Harry's one joke away from choking Peter. And I do not only mean sexually, although yes, that too.

Ish 9!

Ben and Jameson are not satisfied about their articles; too much about Spidey, not enough about the dark side of the Big Apple.

About some SPECTACULAR content?

Anyway, MJ explains that actually, It's Good, because they're very successful right now.

In his lab, Otto gives Harry a firmware upgrade. For Spidey, his solution is a costume change.

Peter confers with his AI that's totally not swallowing him up in his sleep.

Bingo.

Unfortunately for Otto, Peter is already in a fully committed relationship with his current suit. So Peter suggests the suit stays at PETER'S HOME TO PROTECT IT. SURELY NOTHING WRONG WILL HAPPEN. I need more conversations between these two. Give me more than crumbs!

Anyway, it's all so Tony can't track them down, which I find... kind of strange but alright. Peter doesn't seem too attached to the idea either.

I expected a black suit, I wanted to hate it, but not gonna lie... IT's kind of cool. But yeah it's really giving Sonyverse!Venom movies. I'm here for it!

Peter's... not into it. It's too *complete*.

He opts for a spandex suit. Booooring.

God Harry's really trying to make them a thing. Peter's bisexuality is still buried.

Meanwhile, Ben and Jameson investigate Stark/Stanne Industries. Sure.

Anyway, Black Cat arrives and fights our heroes.

Not very heterosexual, mister.

Eventually, Harry acts on instinct, spurred by his dad, and yeets BC out of the building. BC is almost dead.

Peter's *not* happy about it.

Okay, yandere.

Just kiss already argh

I'm very impressed with how much the book accomplishes in its short amount of pages but goddamnit everything here also deserves 5 times more exploration.

Oh, what the hell. Let's read ish 10 as well!

It's focused on Ben and Jameson's investigation, which I do not really care about. They get closer to Stark/Stanne Industries's acquisition, which leads them to Oscorp, so to Gwen, who gave them the money in the first place.

Her reaction?

Very understandable.

Later, Richard (the son) checkmates Peter, and MJ informs Ben that Gwen called her.

Oh, those shadows on Peter's shirt were not necessary.

Anyway, Gwen has a week until the story comes out. Ouch.

And when Harry enters the Paper's office, Ben drops the bombshell: they think either Harry or his wife are in the green suit. (Which leaves the question of Spidey open... They must have an inkling, surely.)

Harry's reaction?

Well, well, well...

They just keep on giving each other money for bets they made. Kind of golden.

Harry quickly gets tired of these gay ass old men, but he tells them about Oscorp's secret intel about a lot of stuff, and says that Peter says he can trust them. So they must now know he's Spidey.

KISS.

Anyway, finally, they publish their story...

"Photo by Peter Parker" and then published by a "Ben"... HMM. THAT SURE IS DIFFICULT TO FIGURE OUT.

That's it for today! See you, like, in December or January for the next few issues <3

[jadedrrose]

The Silent Reaver - Ch. Seven

A month has now passed since you and Law reconnected. With time running lower and lower, you and Law must come up with a plan- a plan to take down Doflamingo.

Warnings: fem reader (I don’t think pronouns have been used?), swearing, reader talks about murder lol.

Other Chapters Can Be Found Here

Despite the time passing since that day having only been three weeks, it had felt as though you’d been with Law for much longer now.

During these past three weeks, you two had attempted to keep things lowkey; wanting to avoid any attention whatsoever. However, you and Law were becoming increasingly inseparable with each day. You craved everything about him; his soft touch that brought you warmth through the cold, bitter air of the laboratory. Law’s deep voice that seemed like music to your ears, a sweet melody that you’d gladly have stuck on repeat. 

You simply wanted to be with him at all times, wishing to stay within his company until the day you took your very last breath. And even then, you think you’d be happy to die at his side. As long as Law was with you, everything would turn out okay.

Yes, you were utterly infatuated with him. And despite his attempts to hide it and appear cool toward you, Law clearly returned that feeling. Lately, he’d taken up wandering to your quarters in the middle of the night, excusing it as “well, I couldn’t sleep… and I was just taking a walk and found my way over here, so…”

And you’d gladly stay up for him.

By the fourth week; or rather a month, to be precise, you shared your second kiss with Law. 

After the night where you both confessed to each other, Law had decided he’d like to spend more time getting to know you again, and have things gradually build up like a normal relationship. He was afraid of running into things, and especially afraid of losing you. You couldn’t blame the poor man; after he’d lost his family at such a young age, then to only lose Corazon three years later. And the whole time, he’d thought you were gone, too. At least, in the sense that Doflamingo had warped your mind. 

But, you promised you wouldn't be going anywhere. 

On the night you shared your second kiss, Law had shown up to your bedroom again. You welcomed him in with a hug and innocent peck on the cheek, figuring he simply wanted to be in your company once again.

Things took a turn, quickly, though. 

Law had begun to talk about plans again.

“So… your mission is to either bring me back to Dressrosa, or kill me if I should refuse?” Law asked you, a look on his face that gave off the vibe that he was about to propose something.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “And of course… I don’t even want to think about killing you. So I’m not really sure what to do now.”

“I have an idea…” Law stated, his eyes lit up in a way that gleamed with confidence. “You may get blood on your hands, however. I need to know if you’re going to be able to accept that.”

“It’s fine,” you sighed. “Wouldn’t be the first time… um, but if it’s Doflamingo in question… I’m more than ready to do so.”

Law smirked, curious as to what you meant by “wouldn't be the first time”.  You were an assassin, after all, so it only made sense. “You’ve killed before, then?”

“Yes…” you frowned. “Before Dressrosa, we raided islands, looking for the perfect place to call home. One of the guys protecting the place jumped at Baby 5, pinned her down. So I… put a stop to it.”

Law hummed, morbid curiosity getting the better of him, “how’d you do it?”

“Shot him with my sniper from a rooftop,” you answered, trying to contain any guilt residing within you. “Though, I…”

“You were saving your friend,” Law cut in before you could begin talking. It seemed like he knew you’d break down into tears if you continued to speak. “Don’t feel bad that a man was punished for attacking a young girl.”

“Right,” you inhaled deeply, blinking away any tears that attempted to form.

“Anyway… my plan,” Law began to explain, “in two days, you will pretend to confront me, and then I will agree to return to Dressrosa with you. But, I still want to stop the SAD production, as a backup.”

“Okay… how will we do that?” you asked, unsure how you’d essentially stop a factory. 

“I’ll use my ability to destroy that section of the laboratory. I’ll take down Caesar, you’ll kill Monet. We need to make it seem like they died in the destruction. Our alibi is that we left the island before the explosion could happen.”

You nodded, though you felt uncertain… would this really work? Doflamingo wouldn’t be suspicious of only you and Law making it out alive?

“Are you certain this will all work?” You asked, biting your lip as a small gesture to show hesitation. 

Law gave you a reassuring smile, taking a seat on your bed, beside you. His shoulder grazed your own, though it didn’t give much for contact due to the fluffy coat he wore. However, the feeling alone of that ridiculous coat he’d sewn spots all over, brushing against your bare shoulder, sent shivers down your spine. You could feel the hair rising on your skin, wanting to be even closer with Law. 

“Cold?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Mhm,” you nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself and rubbing your palms along your skin. 

Law sighed, and you watched as he seemingly hesitated. About what, though? 

After a moment, his mouth shut and he began moving. One hand reached for his spotted white hat, removing it from his head, revealing messy black hair. He looked so handsome like that.

Law’s other hand unzipped his coat, and he shrugged his shoulders to get it off. You stared with wide-eyes, but you soon relaxed as you came to realize he was wearing a simple black t-shirt underneath the coat, along with his usual jeans. 

Law pulled the coat over your smaller frame, enveloping you in sudden warmth. Tugging on the fabric to pull it closer around yourself, a sweet smile spread across your lips, eyelashes fluttering shut as you hummed in relief. 

“I’ll need that back, of course,” he muttered. 

You giggled, snuggling further into the warmth of Law’s coat. It was heavenly, to put it simply. The warmth from his body remained on it, instantly relieving you of the harsh cold air within your room. It also smelled like him, which, maybe it was weird to think so, but you enjoyed it. 

“So… as for the details of the plan,” he coughed, returning to the original subject at hand. “We’ll utilize the next week to scout things out. You’ll watch Monet’s every movement, searching for the best time to engage in battle with her. As soon as you’ve got her… distracted- alert me so that I can commence with taking down Caesar.”

“How should I contact you?” You asked, unsure of if Law had a snail phone or not. 

“Den-den mushi,” he confirmed what you thought. “Though I don’t have one here myself, I’ll take one of the prisoner’s. You have your own, yes?”

You nodded, using the gesture to not only confirm Law’s statement but also to show him exactly where it was. In the direction you nodded in, a simple snail phone lay sleeping on your desk. 

“Good,” Law commented, quietly. A yawn left his lips not even a second later. 

“Tired?” You questioned, smiling up at your boyfriend as you thought of how cute he looked right now.

“A bit, yeah,” he said, raising one tattooed arm to scratch the back of his neck.

“You could sleep in here, I won’t mind,” you suggested. “Though, you’ll have to leave early. Or at least warp yourself back to your own room.”

Law nodded his head and returned your smile, thinking you looked quite adorable snuggled up in his coat. “That’s fine. Though you… don’t mind me sleeping in your bed?” 

His voice stuttered in the last part of his sentence, and you again giggled, finding his nervousness to be endearing. “Don’t worry about it. We’re just sleeping, after all…”

“…right,” the word left Law’s lips in heavy breaths, like you’d flustered him. 

Standing up from the spot you’d been sitting in, you set Law’s coat down on the back of your desk chair, before returning to stand in front of him. You gazed into his gray eyes lovingly, slowly blinking as you leaned down toward him, the space between you and him lessening with every movement.

Taking his head into your hands, warmly cupping his cheeks, you brought his lips to yours, closing off any space entirely as he returned your kiss. 

The moment seemed to last years, perhaps centuries even, as though nothing could come between the two of you. You leaned further into Law, deepening the kiss. As a result, his arms wrapped around your body, tugging you closer to his own. The action left you nowhere else but his lap to move into, and as you did so, your heart beat so quickly, with such a hammering pound, that you felt as though it could break from your chest at any given moment.

One of your hands moved into Law’s hair, playing with the raven strands as you got more comfortable in his lap. With small breaks, you both gasped for air before diving right back in, refusing to give the moment up. 

You knew it would have to come to an end eventually, as all things did, however you didn’t expect to be interrupted, of all things.

The den-den mushi you’d told Law of mere minutes ago suddenly began making noise, alerting you and Law to the fact that somebody was trying to reach you.

You practically jumped out of his lap, the sudden noise startling you. On quick feet, you got over to your desk and took in a deep breath before picking up.

“Reaver, awake at this hour? I nearly didn’t expect you to answer,” his cocky, unnerving voice filled the room. 

It had been weeks, really, more than a month now, since you’d heard from the man. The man you feared most, despite the fact you’d trusted him with your life for so long. Maybe it was Law’s effect on you, or hidden resentment that finally resurfaced, but hearing him angered you.

“You know I’m always up late, young master,” you said through uneven breaths, trying to recompose yourself from the heavy kiss you’d just shared with Law. Though, your anger was making it hard to get that under control.

“Of course. I suppose it’s just been so long since I’ve seen you, that I simply forgot…” 

Something about the way Doflamingo spoke to you seemed off. His tone indicated that he was upset, but trying to get some sort of point across. 

“How long has it been now? Remind me, Reaver.”

“About a month,” you replied, voice weary as you feared he was onto your new plan.

“Right. So it would only make sense that you’ll be making your return soon, yes?”

Your mouth hung open, unsure of what to say now. You weren’t aware that there was any sort of time limit to your mission, but it did make sense in a way, that you’d be expected home sooner rather than later. “Um… yes, young master…” you trailed off, looking back to where Law sat, who only nodded. 

“I shall be returning with Law soon,” you decided to say, not giving it an exact date or time frame. 

“Oh? Have things gone well?”

“Yes, I… am unsure of his intentions, but he did agree to come with me.”

You could hear Doflamingo chuckling over on the other end. Though it was hard to say if he sounded pleased or just… evil.

“That’s good news, Reaver. You did your job well.”

“Thank you, young master,” you mumbled, not feeling grateful in the slightest.

“Well then, if things are truly going as well as you say… I have nothing else to speak with you about. You’d better rest now, Reaver.”

“I will. Good-bye, young master.”

With a clicking noise, Doflamingo hung up just as your last word left your lips. Letting out a sigh of relief, you turned to Law, looking panicked.

“Shit… now we’ve gotta act fast,” you said, throwing your hands in your hair to show your distress. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Law shrugged, not looking concerned or pleased. He was as stoic as ever as he continued speaking, “I did say we’d spend the next few days looking for the perfect opportunity to strike. Shouldn’t take too long. And, now that he’s expecting us back, it won’t seem as suspicious that we left before the laboratory was destroyed.”

You nodded, Law’s words calming you down. He was right. If anything, your improvised lie had actually made your alibis stronger, making you more confident in the plan you and the warlord beside you had come up with.

Though, you still worried about what you’d face upon your return to Dressrosa…

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WHEN I WAS YOUR MAN (A)

(PART TWO (A) OF THE OTHER WOMAN (“SO I CAN HAVE YOU BACK” SERIES))

⚠️WARNING⚠️: I mean… not really, maybe some violence because vampires need to eat and that… I guess sadness and long-ass descriptions also count?

A/N: I'm back, bitches... love you all. Will post other updates sooner than later, I promise... Also... are we starting to look at a "The Boy Is Mine" type of situation...?

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down 'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name

You could feel your lungs burning while you moved, the bodies around you were jumping and dancing like there was no tomorrow. You could hear their heartbeats and the way they smelled made you understand how horny they were. Fucking humans are so simple, so predictable. Every time you saw them you knew that they were thinking of money, sex, or anything related to greed and themselves. Maybe in the past, you would say that vampires were different, but after knowing love and realising that you would never have it, you understood that those simple emotions that humanity had were only amplified when someone turned into a vampire. So you had no hope whatsoever.

A couple of guys were eyeing you while they talked about themselves. You smiled in their direction while approaching them. You knew they were wishing to get one thing and one thing only… You also desired one thing, but that was totally different from what they wanted. Still, before you were able to approach them like you were planning to do you felt a hand grabbing your arm. 

If it was a normal human you would be able to pull yourself free without any type of effort but as soon as you tried you noticed how the grab was as hard as iron, almost crushing your skin with rough but almost perfect fingers. You looked at your side and noticed how golden irises were looking at you.

“Who…?” You started to ask while looking at the brunette vampire with a confused expression on your face, red eyes trying to find any sign of recognition. You tried to ignore the fact that he looked quite shocked by your appearance. After all, you didn’t really know him so it wasn’t like it would matter in a few moments.

“Look, I know they are jerks and probably deserve a good punishment but you can’t do that…” He started while looking at you with worry in his eyes. Still, behind that worry, you could see the clear judgement of someone who believed to be better than you.  

You smiled while looking at him with a condescending smile, “Well, I’m quite sure that whatever I was planning to do, isn’t really your business.” 

Since it was clear that this being wasn’t a normal human, you decided to use your strength to pull your arm away from his grip. Thanks to the fact that you had started to drink human blood after a couple of months of leaving Clarisse, you were a bit stronger than the other vampire. Maybe not having your mate around was quite good for you, you lied to yourself like you didn’t whimper and sob into your pillow every morning and day while you pretended to sleep and pretended that knowing that he didn’t care about you didn’t hurt like hell. 

“It is my business if the mate of my father is thinking of feeding by using some humans…” The brunette said while looking at you, grabbing your arm again and pulling you close so he could move you to a corner of the club.

“So you are Edward…” Now that you have been looking at him for a few seconds, it was quite evident. If you had to be honest, even at the beginning of your interaction with him, it wasn’t so hard to make the connections. 

The other vampire talked about your mate, and when you were with Carlisle… when you thought that you weren’t a burden and something to be put on with, he talked about his children, about different details of them and how they were one of the best things in his life. Of course, since you heard that and you thought that he was going to introduce you at some point (spoiler alert, he didn’t), you made sure of learning everything. So every little detail of them, of their hobbies, of the things they liked or disliked, all of it was stored in a little part of your brain that at some point was dedicated to the idea of being like a parent figure for them. Of course, after a while of being told that it was too soon to be introduced to the children, that part of you started to crumble and die, just like your own hopes of being loved.

“How did you…?” Edward said but then winced while touching his head, looking quite surprised when he saw you. 

“I guess you are asking yourself why can’t you read my mind…” You made a pause while noticing how he was confused by your words. “It’s useless, you won’t be able to do it… unless I want you to do it…” You explained while looking at the other vampire's eyes. At this point, you guessed you had to thank the world for your gift. 

After all, you were like a mirror, and since there were different types of mirrors, your gift worked the same way, changing depending on what you wanted to do with the other vampire's special feature. Right now you were working like a normal mirror, making sure that Edward could only see his own thoughts if he tried to concentrate his gift on your mind. Going against the other vampire’s gift made you a little bit tired, especially since you didn’t have to do that when you were with Carlisle, but thanks to your new family, you were able to practice more with your gift and achieve that the tiresome feeling wouldn’t be too strong nor last too long. 

“Didn’t your father teach you that you can’t do that? You need to respect people’s private matters…” You crossed your arms while looking at the brunette with a strong expression on your face. In return, Edward looked at you with confusion written all over his face.  

“It isn’t like I can control it… it just happens…” He made a pause. “That doesn’t matter now… what matters is that you come with me” Edward looked almost like a man on a mission. Sadly, he was no man, and certainly, he wasn’t on a mission. If only he thought about how it made you feel, how hurtful and horrible it was to have him in front of you. To even think about how you could have met him a few months ago, to have a real relationship of friendship or even mentorship with him. After all, your gifts could work quite nicely together. 

“Yeah, well… that won’t happen, kiddo…” You let out a sigh, even if you didn’t need to breathe, it just… helped you feel more centred, calm and alert. You wanted to be alert, and pay attention to everything. After all, even if you knew that you were stronger than Edward, you had no idea of what was he going to do just so he could take you with him. “I can’t really go with the Cullens now, after all… a Volturi won’t leave the guard unless is absolutely necessary… and a social visit isn’t what our kings could consider important.” 

It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance Now my baby's dancing But she's dancing with another man

How could you explain this? It wasn’t like someone was going to ask you questions about your motives but still, how?

When you arrived at the Volturi castle, you didn’t expect the welcoming feeling that filled your chest. After all, you’d never been there before, so it didn’t make any sense for you to feel something like family or anything similar. Still, it did. It was almost like you were meant to be there. It almost felt like being in this castle and meeting the vampires inside was something that you were born to do at some point. It was confusing and unexpected, but you weren’t against it. God knew -if there was a God somewhere since unlike Carlisle and most of his family, the idea of God and the whole omnipresence of him wasn’t so obvious to you- that you needed the warm feeling that was surrounding you at that moment. 

In the most normal pace you could follow, avoiding standing out from all the humans around you, you walked inside the castle with the rest of the tourists that were going to be part of the tour that always ended up in a nice meal. Of course, they didn’t know that they were the meal but, you couldn’t bring yourself to be sorry for them. After all, it wasn’t like the humans you met before felt sorry for you or even some type of sympathy. The only thing that made you stop for a bit before resuming your walk was the fact that some tourists had children with them, and seeing the small people walking around, looking at everything with sweet innocent eyes and just enjoying what was going to be their last experience on earth, well, the picture was heartbreaking. You didn’t really wish for children, which was convenient since you knew you would never have them, but still, you didn’t hate them. Children, unlike adults, were innocent souls in the middle of the hate and filth that their parents throw around to anything that was weaker than them. Children were forgiving and loving, so the idea of them dying at the hands of your peers, even if you knew that it was a necessary evil since there couldn’t be any witnesses… Well, it was painful for your heart.  Still, you didn’t plan to stop the kings nor defy them, after all, you were just a visitor trying to find somewhere that would want you by their side. 

As soon as you got closer to the throne room a woman in heels and looking quite nervous approached you. She was clearly human, the smell was so clear that it was almost painful. Still, you decided to follow her game and let her talk, pretending that her words mattered something to you. Then you decided to take off your sunglasses, looking for a reaction, just for curiosity. Well, you got one, she went instantly quiet, looking scared before starting to apologise to you. Your red eyes, which could be considered a new development after leaving your mate and his wife, followed her actions while noticing how some guards were walking towards you. You lifted your hands a little bit, showing that you weren’t coming to their house to cause any problems. 

One of the guards, the smaller of the two that were approaching you decided to grab you by the shoulder while pulling you closer to a chamber close to the throne room. Considering that you were the invader in their home, you decided to follow their lead, accepting their rough way of handling your body. This didn’t mean that you were happy with it, but you weren’t willing to cause any type of trouble, especially since you were going to request something quite big from your kings. 

A few hours passed, the smell of blood making you notice that they were almost done with the feeding time. You looked at your nails, before turning towards the door. It wasn’t going to be too soon, but you knew that after cleaning, the guards that showed you this room were going to come back and walk you to another room where you would be able to talk with the kings. You leaned against the window in the room and when you saw the gorgeous sunset, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh. It wasn’t because you were out of breath. After all, you didn’t even breathe. But the sunset made you think of the afternoons in Carlisle’s arms. The soft and almost caring caresses that he provided your body. 

You were about to open the window but the sound of the door opening made you look at it. The two guards from before were walking towards you, but behind them, there was another guard. He was tall, head full of black hair that looked quite soft and fluffy. He had the typical perfection of a vampire, but unlike most of your kind, he looked warm, and if you dared, even caring. He seemed to be maybe 35, but you knew better than that. A strong jawline and wide shoulders. He felt like a greek god. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow him. He looked at you, almost in a trance while following your features and before any of you could stop it, the two of you were touching your faces. 

“Who…?” You started but felt that you couldn’t even finish the question. How could you? Carlisle was supposed to be the one for you, the only one for you… But suddenly you were looking at this vampire and you were seeing how he actually saw you. You felt so precious and loved and this wasn’t far from what you were planning to ask your kings but at the same time you weren’t sure if you were ready for it to happen at the exact second you arrived in Volterra. You wanted to be taken into their home, maybe as a minor guard for some months before making your request and trying to find another vampire willing to bond with you, just to fill the void that you knew Chelsea would create when she decided to lose the bond between you and Carlisle. But now, you were there, in their home and thrown in front of a vampire that seemed to share a bond with you, a bond that made your mate bond seem weak and even useless.

“I don’t…” The vampire touching you said, and you couldn’t help but shiver, not because of him, but because your brain seemed to go hardwire at the same exact second he spoke to you. His voice, deep, rich, touched your skin and it felt like the golden silk that your father had brought when you were human, touch so delicate and caring as if you were the most precious jewel in the world. 

“Nikolas, we have to go with the kings” One of the guards guided you to the room where you were at the moment interrupted. If you were fair, it seemed that he didn’t want to interrupt the whole meeting, but at the same time, you knew that they had a job. So when Nikolas -you were going to save his name for later, wanting to feel it roll off your tongue and see his reaction to it- started to growl with anger, you grabbed his hand and just, looked at his eyes. 

“He’s right… I asked for a meeting with them… I won’t make them wait for more than what is necessary” You said and then nodded towards the two guards. “We’ll follow you now, thank you for coming for me” At your words, they looked a bit surprised but then nodded, turning around and starting to walk towards -you supposed- the throne room.  Nikolas didn’t walk behind you like he was supposed to but by your side. The whole walk, he was looking at you with so much attention, almost as if he was trying to memorise your features. 

Demetri and Felix -who seemed to be together more often than not, from what you learned along their names on the way to the throne room- stood up in front of the doors and knocked a couple of times before looking at you briefly. It was like they were asking you if you were ready to meet your kings, but you were, this was the reason you came here, to be accepted, loved and if they were willing to give you the gift, to be free from the pain of being trapped in a bond with an unwilling partner gave you. 

My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, oh And that haunts me every time I close my eyes

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