#i was gonna let this end there but she had to get in the last giggle

[br0kenangel]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐲 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

Pairing: Serial Killer Aegon x Victim Reader

Summary: you just wanted to enjoy the night with your best friend and getting fucked. But what was waiting for you was much more scary than anything you had ever expected...

Warning: kidnapping, blood, abuse, unwanted touch, murder.

˚꒰♡꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

Original Gif by @lady-alicent ♡

The mirror gleamed back at Y/N as she carefully applied the finishing touches to her makeup, the sleek red dress clinging to her curves in all the right ways. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, the silky strands catching the light of the vanity. Tonight, she was going to be unstoppable. On speaker, her best friend Emily's voice filled the room, excitement buzzing between them as they planned their night out.

"Girl, I swear, tonight's the night. I will get laid" Emily laughed, the sound infectious, pulling a giggle from Y/N.

"Are you sure, though? You've been talking about this for weeks. Are you finally going to get with Tom?" Y/N teased, brushing some highlighter across her cheekbones.

"Hell yeah! I'm gonna fuck his brains out!" Emily declared dramatically, causing both of them to erupt into laughter. "But what about you? Don't think I didn't see how Oliver was staring at you last time. That man is ready to risk it all."

Y/N smirked, lining her lips with a deep crimson. "Oh, Oliver won't know what hit him tonight" she winked at herself in the mirror, confident. "By the end of this party, he's going to be begging."

Emily cackled, making another inappropriate joke that had Y/N snorting, her mascara brush shaking slightly in her hand. "God, Emily, you're gonna make me mess up my makeup."

"I cant help it, you're gonna make himー"

Suddenly, Y/N froze mid-laugh. In the corner of her eye, she caught something ーa shadow shiftingby the window, just out of her line of sight. Her heart skipped, an eerie prickle crawling up her spine.

"What's wrong?" Emily's voice came through the phone, concern creeping into her playful tone.

Y/N blinked, her eyes darting around the room. Everything was still. Quiet. The only sound was Emily's distant voice on the phone. She let out a breath, forcing smile as if it could push away the unease settling in her gut. "Nothing, I just thought I saw something."

"Probably just your nerves. You've got Oliver on the brain too much!" Emily teased, bringing the conversation back to its lightheartedness.

"Yeah, you're right," Y/N muttered, trying to shake off the strange feeling. She continued applying her makeup, but every now and then, her gaze flicked back to the window. That uneasy chill hadn't left, a quiet whisper in her mind that something wasn't quite right. But it was probably nothing.

At least, that's what she told herself.

The night was pitch black, the only light coming from the dim glow of Y/N’s headlights as they cut through the lonely, desolate road. Trees stretched out on either side, their branches twisting together to form a canopy of shadows. The once lively conversation with Emily had died down to a nervous exchange of directions as Y/N found herself completely lost in the maze of unfamiliar back roads.

"Are you sure this is the right way?" Y/N asked, her voice tight with frustration, gripping the wheel a little too hard. The GPS had stopped working a while ago, leaving her utterly reliant on Emily’s instructions.

“I swear, Y/N, it’s the right way! Just keep going straight, and you’ll see a sign soon, I promise,” Emily’s voice reassured her, though it did little to calm the rising anxiety bubbling in her chest.

Straight. That’s all she had to do. But the road seemed endless, stretching out in front of her like a void, each passing second growing thicker with unease. Y/N glanced around, her stomach flipping as the dark woods loomed over her. It felt like something was watching from the trees.

"Emily, I don’t see anything—" Y/N began, but her words were cut off in a scream as a figure suddenly appeared from the darkness, leaping in front of her car.

THUD.

The impact jolted her entire body forward, the screech of brakes cutting through the stillness as the car skidded to a halt. Y/N’s heart was racing, pounding so hard she could barely breathe. The world outside was silent again, but the deafening thud of the hit echoed in her ears, over and over.

“Y/N? Y/N! What the hell just happened?!” Emily’s voice was frantic, but Y/N barely heard her.

She stared ahead, wide-eyed, her hands trembling on the wheel. What just happened? Did I hit him? Did I just… kill someone?

Her throat was dry as she swallowed, trying to steady herself. "I… I think I hit someone. I’m not sure." Her voice was shaky, barely above a whisper.

“What?! Are you okay?! What happened?” Emily’s voice was nearly drowned out by the ringing in Y/N’s ears, her panic rising with every passing second. Y/N’s hands moved to unbuckle her seatbelt, her body feeling as if it was moving on autopilot. "I need to check. I’ll call you back."

“What? No, wait—” Y/N hung up, her mind spinning with terror as she opened the door and stepped out into the suffocating darkness. The wind was cool, but her skin prickled with cold sweat. The night was unnaturally quiet, save for the rapid beating of her heart in her ears.

Her eyes landed on the crumpled figure lying in the road just ahead, and her stomach lurched. She could barely see him in the dim light of her car’s headlights, his body twisted at an unnatural angle. Every instinct screamed for her to run, but her feet moved forward, her breath shallow.

She knelt beside the man, her hands trembling as she reached out. "Hey… Hey, are you okay?" Her voice cracked, almost pleading. She shook his shoulder gently, her breath catching in her throat. Please don’t be dead. Please, God, don’t be dead.

He didn’t respond, his body limp. Y/N’s heart plummeted. For a horrifying moment, she thought she’d killed him. I hit him, I really hit him. What if he’s dead? What if I—

But then she noticed it—his chest, rising and falling slowly. He was still breathing.

Y/N let out a shaky breath, a wave of relief crashing over her. "Oh, thank God…" she muttered, her hands moving to check for any sign of consciousness. "Hey, can you hear me? You’re gonna be okay, I’ll get you help. Just hang on."

Her voice was trembling as she stood, rushing back to the car to grab her phone. Her hands fumbled with the door handle, her pulse pounding in her ears. She had to call for help. Get him to the hospital.

But just as she reached into the car for her phone, something hard and solid slammed into the back of her head.

Pain exploded through her skull, white-hot and blinding. Her vision blurred instantly, the world spinning as her body crumpled to the ground. Her mind scrambled to make sense of what was happening, but all she could register was the unbearable, crushing pain.

She tried to blink away the darkness closing in around her, her breaths ragged and desperate, but the force of the blow had knocked her senses loose. Through the dizzy haze, she saw him—the man she had just hit, standing above her with a rock in his hand. The sickening realization crashed into her like a freight train.

It was a trap.

Her heart raced, adrenaline surging through her, but her limbs felt heavy, numb. She wanted to scream, to fight, but her vision was dimming, the pain dragging her under. The last thing she saw before everything went black was the man’s cold, emotionless face, looming over her as she slipped into the abyss.

Y/N's consciousness flickered like a dying flame, dragging her unwillingly from the void. The pain in her head was the first thing she registered-an unbearable, spliting agony that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, making her feel like her skull was about to crack open. She groaned, but the sound came out muffled, trapped behind something in her mouth. Panic started to set in as she realized she couldn't open her jaw; the taste of dirty fabric filled her mouth. A gag.

Disoriented, she blinked slowly, trying to make sense of where she was. Her vision was blurry, her surroundings a nauseating haze of darkness and shadow. Everything reeked. The stench hit her all at once- thick, putrid, suffocating. It was a mix of urine, sweat, blood, and something far more decayed. The smell clawed at the back of her throat, making her gag against the cloth. She fought back the urge to vomit, knowing it would only choke her.

Her body felt... wrong. Heavy. Aching. Every muscle was sore, every inch of her skin stung with a dull, throbbing pain. When she tried to move, she realized why: she was tied up. Her arms were bound tightly behind her back, the coarse rope biting into her wrists and cutting off circulation. Her legs were bound too, her ankles tied together so tightly she could barely wiggle her toes.

Where the hell am I? The last thing she remembered was... the man. The man she had hit. Her heart jumped into her throat, the memory rushing back to her all at once一the impact, the body on the road, the moment of relief when she realized he was still breathing. And then... then he had attacked her. Everything went black after that. And now I'm here.

Her breath quickened as she took in her surroundings. The room was small, cramped, with walls so grimy she could barely tell their original color. Blood smeared the walls in splatters and streaks, both fresh and old, the sickening reminder of whatever horrors had taken place here before. There were stains on the floor, dark, sticky patches that made her skin crawl. And then she noticed the other things一flesh, torn and hanging like trophies from hooks. Bones, carelessly strewn on the floor, cracked and splintered. She wanted to scream, but the gag silenced her, the terror building in her chest until it felt like she might suffocate on it.

But she wasn't alone.

In the dim light, she saw them-other women. At least five of them, maybe more. All of them were bound like her, gagged, naked, their bodies bruised and filthy. Some of them were barely conscious, their heads lolling weakly, while others stared at her with wide, terrified eyes. There was something about their expressions that sent ice shooting down her spine-those hollow, desperate eyes, like animals resigned to their fate.

One of them, a woman with tear-streaked cheeks and a gag so tight it had rubbed her mouth raw, met Y/N's gaze. She shook her head slowly, almost imperceptibly, her eyes full of warning. It was as if she was trying to tell her something, something Y/N didn't yet understand. Don't move. Don't fight. Don't make a sound.

But Y/N wasn't like them. She couldn't just sit here and wait to die. Fear surged through her veins, but so did adrenaline. She had to get out. I have to get out.

Slowly, carefully, she began to squirm, trying to shift her weight without making too much noise. Every movement was agonyーher wrists felt like they were being sliced open by the ropes, and her muscles screamed in protest. But she didn't stop. She couldn't. If she stayed here, she was dead.

As she inched her way toward the door, the other women watched her, their eyes filling with fresh tears, their bodies trembling as they silently begged her stop. But she couldn't stop. She had to get free. She had to.

The closer she got to the door, the more hope flickered inside her-until she fell. Her hands slipped, and her body hit the floor with a dull thud. She landed in something wet and slimy, the smell assaulting her senses immediately. It was a disgusting mix of rotting food, excrement, and something else- something thick and foul that clung to her skin and made her gag. Her stomach churned violently, the bile rising in her throat, but she swallowed it down, focusing on the door just a few feet away.

But then the door creaked open.

The sound was slow, deliberate, and it filled the room like a death knell, Y/N froze, her heart hammering in her chest, her body tensing as the dim light from the hall spilled into the room.

He stepped inside.

The man. The same man she had hit with her car. He stood in the doorway, his silhouette tall and menacing, his face twisted into a sickening grin. His eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on Y/N, his expression darkened. Rage boiled just beneath the surface of his face, twisting his features into something monstrous.

"What do we have here?" he muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

Before Y/N could even try to scramble away, he was on her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her up, dragging her across the filthy floor as she screamed against the gag. Pain shot through her scalp, white-hot and unbearable, but the terror that gripped her heart was even worse. He was going to kill her. He was going to kill her right now.

"You stupid, stupid girl" he hissed, his voice thick with venom as he dragged her back to where she'd been. "You thought you could just leave? You thought you could escape?" He threw her down onto the cold floor, kicking her hard in the stomach for good measure.

The breath was knocked from her lungs, and for a moment, everything went dark. She gasped for air, her body convulsing in pain, but she couldn't get enough oxygen. Her vision blurred, her mind spinning with fear and panic. This is it. I'm going to die.

"You should be thankful l'm not going to punish you further;" he spat, kneeling down beside her, his breath hot and rancid against her face. "You're new. I'm feeling generous today."

Y/N's body shook uncontrollably as she lay there, too weak and terrified to move. But then, just as quickly as the anger had come, his expression changed. The rage melted away, replaced by something far more sinister. His hand, still tangled in her hair, began to stroke her scalp gently, his voice softening as if he hadn't just brutalized her.

"I'm sorry" he whispered, his tone dripping with faux concern. "I didn't mean to hurt you. You just made me so... angry. it's your fault, you know? If you hadn't tried to leave.." His fingers trailed down her neck, his touch lingering on her skin as he murmured, "You're so beautiful. So.. perfect."

"Soft," he murmured, as though admiring the texture of fabric instead of skin. He leaned in closer, inhaling deeply as he buried his face in her hair, his breath warm and sickening against her skin. "You smell so good... You're going to make the perfect doll."

Y/N's mind spun with confusion and horror. Doll? What did that mean? She wanted to scream, to thrash and fight, but her body felt like it was frozen, paralyzed by fear and exhaustion. Her tears welled up, spilling down her cheeks as she trembled beneath his touch.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as his hand slid lower, caressing her naked body with possessive, almost reverent strokes. His fingers traced the curve of her breast, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. He was taking his time, savoring the touch, the control, the power. Y/N felt sick, her stomach twisting in knots as she lay there, helpless, her mind screaming for it to stop. But she couldn't Scream. She couldn't move.

"You're going to be perfect" he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "Just... perfect."

She wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and never exist again. But all she could do was lie there, paralyzed by fear and disgust, as he continued to touch her. His hands roamed over her body, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. Every touch felt like fire, burning into her flesh, marking her. She could feel his excitement, his anticipation, and it made her want to vomit.

Then, suddenly, he stood up.

“Not today" he said, smiling down at her with a look of twisted affection. "Today isn't your day."

Y/N's stomach lurched as she realized what he meant. Not her day. But soon. Her tears blurred her vision, her entire body shaking uncontrollably as she tried to scream through the gag. She couldn't stop the sob that broke through, muffled but desperate.

He laughed softly, brushing her hair out of her face with a gentleness that felt like a mockery of kindness. "Shhh" he cooed, "don't cry. You'll ruin your pretty face. And I love your face."

Before she knows it, the man turned his attention to one of the other women-a blonde who had been sitting silently in the corner, her eyes wide with terror. Without a word, he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her to her feet with a sickening cruelty. The woman's body convulsed in terror, her eyes filling with tears as she let out a muffled scream behind her gag.

She struggled weakly, her limbs trembling, but it was no use. He dragged her toward the door, pulling her like a rag doll, her body limp with fear. She was looking at her. Like a lamb. Wide eyes. Begging for help. But Y/N couldn't do anything.

Y/N watched in horror as the door slammed shut behind them. The remaining women in the room sobbed softly, the sound of their crying mixing with Y/N's own frantic breaths.

Then the noise began.

The sound of metal on flesh, a sharp, wet thwack followed by a crunch that made Y/N's blood run cold. The woman's faint cries echoed through the walls, but they were quickly drowned out by the sickening sound of the ax splitting flesh and bone. The rhythm was steady, methodical, like someone chopping wood ーonly it wasn't wood. lt was human.

Y/N closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. All she could do was wait, knowing that soon... it would be her turn.

Should I make a part 2?

@ 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[abswhore]

JUST A FRIEND PT 3

Part one and two.

Pairing: college!fwb!abby Anderson x reader

A/N: I have a proofread so please excuse any mistakes - and thanks for all the likes and follows I’ve gotten so far 🩷 and don’t be afraid to comment!

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Come over I miss you the text message that came through your phone read, you bit your lip tapping your thumb on the screen, you were swarmed with work but you arching to see her. You slid off the bed , quickly putting on your shoes and jacket.

You told your roommate that you would be back later, once you got a notification that your Uber had arrived . The trip to Abby's was brief since her apartment wasn't too far from campus. You quickly texted her to let her know you were downstairs.

She sent you the access code to her apartment. And As you arrive at her door, you nervously fidget with the rings on your fingers, anxiously waiting for her to open up.

She smiled at you, saying, "You look good." As she ushered you inside, she nestled against you and planted a kiss on your neck before helping you take off your jacket.

“Why you acting like that?” Abby questioned raising her eyebrows

“Acting like what.” You approached her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter while watching her as she moved around .

“All nervous like you never been here before.” She responded while leaning against the counter, her arms crossed over her chest.

“You make me nervous.” You joked with a little bit of truth mixed in, she hummed nodding “I do have that affect on people.”

“Whatever.” You chuckled lightly and rolled your eyes at her, enjoying a the silence that came over as you both kept eye contact. She pushed herself off the counter walking towards the fridge, grabbing a container of ice cream and two spoons.

“Tell me something about you.” She finally spoke breaking the silence between the two of you.

“What do you wanna know ?”

She shrugged pulling the spoon out of her mouth “whatever you think is important.”

You hummed while nibbling on your lip, contemplating what might be worth sharing with her. Eventually , you ended up discussing your family and a few other little details.

“You just gonna stare or say something?” You asked her once you finished sharing as she just looked at you with a grin.

“Open.” She told you putting a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth pulling out the spoon slowly “you’re cute.”

You turn your head as a smile slowly appeared on your face, your smile faded as you notice Abby’s phone glowing on the counter, the name Jade flashing brightly on the screen. Your gaze locks with hers as she turns her phone face down.

“You can answer, it seems important.” You told her As her phone chimed a few times, you felt a strange sensation wash over you, causing your chest to tighten.

“It’s nobody important.” She assured you and you responded with a hum while spinning the spoon around your fingers.

“C’mere.” As you moved around the counter towards her, she extended her arms, lifting your chin gently and brushing her lips against yours a few times.

“I’m with you right now.” She mumbled into your neck as her hands gripped your ass pulling you closer.

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Abby leaned in, planting kisses along your neck. “Good morning, beautiful,” she whispered, her voice warm and affectionate. You shifted your position, stretching your arms out before finally turning to face her and saying, " morning."

You felt her face press against your neck as she playfully nibbled on it. You let out a groan and gently shifted her face, asking, "are you not tired from last night?"

“I can’t get enough of you.” Abby’s lips curled into a playful smile as she began to pull you closer to her . “ I just want to lay with you.” She admitted as her fingers began to rub her thumb over your side

Wrapped in each other’s arms under the warmth of each other, the world outside of seemed to fade away. And Despite the rules you both had set no strings attached, no falling in love you couldn’t help but want more. You craved to be more than just friends you wanted Abby and all of her.

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Out of the blue, your roommate asked, “So, are you and Abby still together ?” This made you look up from your laptop.

“Yeah, something like that,” you answered, feeling uncertain about where this was going.

“It’s nothing serious, I just came across something and wasn’t sure if you knew,” she said, reaching for her phone.

“Her ex-girlfriend posted something a few days back,” she mentioned, passing you the phone. The image showed Abby with another girl after one of her games—the one you couldn’t attend due to work. Abby looked happy, her arm around the girl.

“Oh,” was all you could manage as you glanced at the username before returning the phone. “Thanks for letting me know.”

A tightness formed in your chest as you browsed through the account. Abby wasn’t very active on social media, but every picture had likes and comments. You tried to shake off the feeling, but it stuck with you.

You went to Abby’s contact your thumb hovered over the phone icon, deciding against it you deleted her contact throwing your phone to the side. You wanted to protect your feelings the ones that you had left.

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A few weeks had gone by since you promised yourself that you were finished with Abby, and it had been the toughest week of your life. You struggled to resist the temptation to respond to every message and call she sent your way.

However, it was at the homecoming party that you realized avoiding her would be nearly impossible. You knew you would cross paths with her at some point during the night.

As you stood next to Ellie and Jesse, you downed the shot that Nora had bought for you. “Might wanna take it easy,yeah ?” Ellie asked, you concerned .

“I’m fine, Els,” you replied, your words slightly slurred. You had drunk more than you planned, trying to keep pace with Jesse. You set the empty cup down and moved toward the group where Nora and Dina were, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of Abby.

Then you spotted her. She was laughing with Manny and a few others you didn’t recognize, and you made your way over, your eyes fixed on her.

“Can we talk?” you asked nervously. She glanced at you, then at her friends, before handing her beer to them and grabbing your wrist, pulling you through the crowd.

She led you into an empty bathroom and leaned against the door. “What is it?” she asked, her tone sharp.

“I-I miss you,” was the first thing that came to mind as you looked at her. She opened her mouth to respond, but everything faded away as you moved closer and pulled her into a chaotic kiss. You both struggled for control, but she overpowered you, pushing you against the door and gripping your clothes tightly.

You don’t remember how you ended up from the bathroom to your room, both of your clothes were tossed around the room. Tugging on Abby pants you pulled them down, rubbing her throw her boxers as your felt the strap she wore

“You want this ?” She asked you lowly unclipping your bra, as she rubbed your boobs aggressively, you nodded your head backing up onto the bed.

“Words, tell me you want it.”

You exhale, "I want you," as you lean in for a kiss, but she pulls away, turning you around and gliding the silicone between your folds.

Abby reached for behind you grabbing. Your neck as she pushed the tip of the strap inside causing your to grasp her grip on your neck tightly as she pushed the entire strap inside of you pounding inside of you roughly, each stroke harder than the last .

“You feel me ? You feel my dick inside of you.” She whispered into your each slowing down her pace , pushing on your back making your arch.

Abby began to speed up her pace , her hips slapping against your ass as she thrust into you. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mixing with your moans. She reached around, her fingers finding uoue clit, rubbing it in tight circles. Your moans grew louder, as you moved back matching her thrusts.

“You like how I fuck you.” Abby growled her grip tighten on your hips “don’t you? I’m the only one to make you feel this good.”

You could only nod as you bit on your wrist feeling your orgasm approaching, “ I wanna look at you while you fuck me.”

Abby smirked flipping you over slapping the black strap, on your clit rubbing it up and down causing you to whine. As she slid inside on you her chest met yours as she kissed on your neck.

her hands sliding up your sides to grip your boobs as she thrust harder into you. Abby squeezed at your chest as she bent down kissing you. Pulling back you stared at her face the confession fought to slip out as she hit your spot over.

“I love you.” You whispered lowly only for you to hear, she slowed down grinding into you “I can’t hear you baby speak up.”

“Fuck! I love you.” You busted out in a moan, Abby movement stopped her eyes widen as she looked at your face But she still doesn’t move, the tip kissing your cervix. Moving your body a little, feeling a tad uncomfortable at the position.

Her hand tightens at your hip, “Stop” she says, quietly moving your hand away from her hips But then, pushing past the weight of the words, she resumed her rhythm. Bring you to your climax and with a few strokes she came after you.

You both collapsed together, your chests pressing against each other as She gently brushed her hair away from your face, holding your jaw as she kissed you deeply.

“Abby.” You called out her name as she moved off of you wrapping her arms around you. The feeling was back in your chest . You had messed up the three words you spoke could run her away.

She hushed you kissing your back “let’s sleep.” Tears filled your eyes bitting down on your lip fighting to keep your emotions together.

And when you woke the next morning Abby was gone. You reach over grabbing your phone and no text or call. You had ran her away.

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[naturesapphic]

Hi! Can you please do one for gip Scarlett.

So reader(fem) and Scar are like newly dating and reader is like a super famous singer song writer and after her first time with scar she releases the song Need to Know (by Doja Cat) and maybe put emphasis on the lyrics "I heard from a friend of a friend

That that dick was a ten out of ten

I can't stand it, just one night me

Clink with the drink, gimme a sip

Tell me what's your kink, gimme the dick

Spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me (ew)

Uh, wait, I can take it (ah)" and the whole world is kinda like shock cause readers music is generally family friendly and stuff also she promotes the song on like maybe Instagram live while the music plays and maybe when the part

"I heard from a friend of a friend

That that dick was a ten out of ten" comes she goes and says that Scarlett's (referring to her Dick) definitely didn't disappoint and she just breaks Instagram that it overloads. Also maybe there is like a gathering for the cast of Avengers(any movie) and they like tease her about including scar but they all get stunned when she just shamelessly grabs and rubs Scar's Dick through her outfit and just says it's definitely a ten out of ten and maybe the end smut?

Please make it a long one if it's not a bother

Need to know

G!p!scarlett Johansson x fem!reader

Warnings: g!p, scarlett being kinda rough, smut, little bit of fluff, breeding kink?

Word count: 1,303

You were an extremely popular singer/songwriter and you recently came out with a song called “Need to know”. It was a very explicit song as you usually do more family friendly stuff but after your first time with your new girlfriend Scarlett Johansson, you had to make a song about it. Here you were on instagram live playing and promoting your song since it came out a few days ago. You were doing a q&a when one of your favorite parts came on.

“I heard from a friend of a friend that that dick was a ten out of ten” you sang along with it and giggled. “Well it’s definitely a ten out of ten. It didn’t disappoint whatsoever.” You say bluntly and you thought instagram was gonna crash from all the notifications and comments you were getting all at once and you let out a chuckle. “Okay guys well I need to go get ready for a premiere I’m going to with Scarlett so I’ll see y’all babies later! Thank you for the support! Bye!” You say to your fans and you get off instagram and started getting ready for tonight.

~ later that evening at the premiere -

It was after the big premiere of a movie and the avengers cast was with you and Scarlett in the after party. Y’all were in a big booth just talking and the topic of your song came up and everyone started teasing you for it. You didn’t exactly mind it because it was all playful teasing but it was until Scarlett chimed in was when you started getting a little annoyed. You were about to tease the fuck out of her because of her little antics she was doing. They kept going and teasing but you weren’t even focused on them.

Your focus was on your girlfriend beside you, looking as good as ever in her suit she has on. While you had on a nice tight fitted dress that made your curves pop out, especially your breast. You had your hand on her thigh, inching closer and closer to the tent in her pants that was growing. You smirked as she stopped bickering and turned her gaze towards you, giving you a look that meant stop but of course you didn’t listen. If she wanted to join in on the bickering, she was gonna face the consequences. You continued teasing her for the rest of the night until she had enough of your behavior.

This was the last straw when everyone was leaving to go home and everyone stood up from the booth and someone decided to make one more comment about the song and that’s when you had it. You reached over to Scarlett and with no shame, grabbed her dick through her pants. Everyone stared and you stood there proudly, still rubbing it. “It’s definitely a gem out of ten. Better than all of y’all’s. So get off my pussy.” You said glaring at them and everyone quickly apologized while Scarlett stood there shocked like everyone was. She then grabbed your hand hard making you look up at her and she gave you a warning glare.

“Car. Now.” She said lowly and you quickly said bye to everyone and went outside to the car to wait on her. A few minutes later, Scarlett came out of the building and opened the drives side, getting in, not even acknowledging you. That’s when you knew you fucked up and were gonna get it when you get home. The drive back home was silent, besides the faint music being played on the radio. When Scarlett pulled up to the house and into y’all’s garage she looked over at you. “Get inside and go up to the bedroom. Strip and wait for me. No touching got it?” Scarlett demanded and you quickly nodded.

When she parked the car you quickly got out of the car and unlocked the front door. You hurried up the stairs and started stripping out of your dress. Once you were completely naked, you sat on the edge of the bed, anxiously waiting for her. It seemed like a lifetime when she finally came through the door, she had unbuttoned her shirt and tie, her sports bra peaking out. “Hm…finally wanting to be a good girl?” Scarlett teased and you didn’t say anything which made her suck her teeth. She went over to you and grabbed your hair softly, making you look up at her. “When I speak to you, you answer me.” She said lowly. “Y-yes daddy.” You whimper out and she smirks, letting go of your hair.

“Good girl. Now…I’m gonna lay back and you’re gonna ride me.” She stated and you nodded. Scarlett got rid of her clothes and went on the bed, laying in the middle of it. You crawled over to her and sat on her lap, your pussy hovering over her dick, precum leaking from the tip. You aligned it with your pussy and you slowly sunk down on it, feeling her stretch you out, inch by inch. Scarlett grunted when you bottomed out and you let out a cry of pleasure. You moved up and down on her, making her let out little moans and grunts. She leaned up and placed her hands on your ass, keeping you in place as you fuck yourself on her.

It wasn’t long before both of y’all’s orgasms were approaching and your movements were getting sloppier and sloppier by the second and Scarlett kew that. So she grabbed your hips harshly and started jackhammering into you making you scream out in pleasure. “Can’t even make yourself cum on my cock hm? Always needing help from me. Such a desperate baby.” Scarlett grunts out as she keeps fucking into you, your pussy swallowing her dick. You felt your orgasm consume you and you fell forward onto her, burying your face in her neck. A few seconds into your orgasm, Scarlett spills her seed deep into you, breeding you.

You whimpered when she completely stopped her movements and then started jackhammering into you again making you gasp. “You didn’t think I was done were you? Tonight is gonna be a long night for you babygirl.”

A/n: this was over a thousand words so I think that’s long enough lol thank you for the request anon, I hope you liked it. I hope everyone else did too. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

[changetyre]

Ouch II Charles Leclerc x Reader

SUMMARY: One of the things Charles had to learn about you when you started dating was your ability to get hurt with just about anything and anyone who crosses your path.

WARNINGS: short, minor injuries, dizziness, allergies.

A/N: Inspired by me and my proneness to injury which has been on an all-time high this month 🥲

"Tss-" Charles's head popped up immediately at the sound of you hissing, a million scenarios running through his head about how you'd injured yourself this time.

"What happened mon amour?" He rushed over to you watching as you clutched your finger tightly, your face contorted in pain.

"I closed the cupboard on my finger somehow." You showed Charles the small blood blister forming on your finger where you'd pinched a piece of skin.

"Cherie what am I gonna do with you." Charles held your injured finger placing a small kiss on it before bringing you into a hug.

_____

"Oh my god Charlie look!" You spotted at a big dandelion field on one of your walks with your boyfriend.

"Amour wait-" Charles wasn't fast enough to stop you as you happily ran to it. "Just be careful please." he didn't have the heart to stop you as you ran through it.

"Charlie take a picture of me!" You happily giggled as you watched the white fuzz rise around you.

Charles laughed gladly capturing the moment in his phone. It all seemed too perfect.

As you walked the rest of the way home Charles noticed you kept scratching at your hands and arms. "What's wrong my love?" he asked.

"Nothing." He knew you always tried to play your discomfort and pain down.

"Let me see." He grabbed your hand gently bringing your arms into view which were growing rashes. Charles gasped at the sight. "Amour!"

"I think I might be allergic to dandelions." You looked so defeated it tugged at Charles's heart. He was glad you were wearing jeans impeding your legs from rashing too.

"Aww mon bebe." Charles kissed your temple. "C, mon let's get you to the doctor." He held your hand as you left the house once more.

_______

"He's good, and has a lot of potential." You and Charles chatted casually as he washed the dishes while you dried them and put them away.

"He's young though, I'd hate for the same thing to-" You gasped as a plate slipped from your hand, you tried to catch it but it had already broken by the time you tried to save it.

"Cherie you okay?" Charles quickly dried his hands rushing to you.

"I'm fine just ugh, a broken plate." you sighed frustrated as you leaned down to start cleaning up.

"It's just a plate darling you sure you're alright?" Charles crouched down with you.

"Yes I- Oww." you pulled your hand away quickly after trying to grab a large piece of the broken plate. "Oh my god, why?!" You were frustrated with yourself for not being more careful.

"Let me see." Charles pulled your hand towards him seeing the small but deep cut on your palm starting to bleed a lot. "Okay come here." Despite his worry, Charles wasn't fazed with your injuries anymore always quick to jump into action. He grabbed a paper towel wrapping it around your hand.

"It doesn't even hurt just stings a little-" Charles hated the way you always got so disappointed with yourself after getting hurt.

"It's okay amour, just hold it and keep your hand up while I fetch the first aid kit." He kissed your cheek before rushing off.

_______

"and then the next thing I know Steph is on one of the tables grinding on some random dude-" You paced around the living room telling Charles about last night through tears of laughter.

"No way!" Charles laughed with you picturing the scene, hoping he could've been there with you.

"Yes and so Freya was trying to get her down and somehow ends up getting lifted onto the table herself-" you could barely catch your breath between laughter. "You should've seen her face, she was mortified when the dude and Steph started dancing on her-" you wiped the tears from under your eyes.

"What did you do?" Charles laughed more so from your laughter than the story itself.

"Well Freya was looking at me with like this plea for help so I-" a loud thud silenced you. "Fuck-" You cursed as you'd managed to hit your funny bone in the corner of the wall hard.

"You okay baby?" Charles immediately sat up.

He watched you rub at your elbow. "Yeah I-" You stumbled a little making him rush to stable you. "Ooh, I'm a little light-headed."

"You must've hit your funny bone pretty hard." He carried you to the couch with him and your vision went blurry for a few seconds.

"That was weird." you opened and closed your hand as pins and needles filled your arm.

"It's okay baby I've got you." Charles pulled you into his side.

You sighed, waiting for the feeling and lightheadedness to pass.

"I'm sorry." you apologized to Charles as you nustled into his chest.

"What are you sorry for amour?!" Charles cupped your cheek making you face him.

"For always making you worry and not being careful enough, I obviously don't do it on purpose but maybe if I was more careful and-" You started.

"Hey shh-" Charles shushed you with a sweet kiss. "Don't be silly." He hugged you tighter. "I love you just the way you are, injuries and all even if I prefer you never got injured again. It's just the way you are and to me it's perfect."

You couldn't help but giggle. "I love you Charlie." You looked up at him, cupping his cheek this time so you could kiss him.

"I love you more, my injury-prone girlfriend." He kissed you again.

[opal-owl-flight]

Heat of the moment.

Well….a first kiss is one way to end the Grandfest.

*Takes place after the results were announced, but before this comic, and after this piece!

Follow-up dialogue below!

*The situation is that 3 had woken up before everyone else, as is usual. Went to check on their team. 8 woke next, and checked in with OtH. Theyre her close friends after all! 4 woke last. She woke right as the splatfest winner was announced. And she saw 3 being carried by their team, tossed up and down.

Back to the dialogue after the comic:

"T-TANARA????"

3 scrambles back, signing apologies over and over. "|It was heat of the moment- Im sorry! Im sorry! Im sorry!!!"|"

4s glowing. "I-its fine! Its nothing, really. I get it! Calamari Inkantation does things to you!"

"|Its nothing...yeah. Nothing.|"

"AAANYWAY," John yells, breaking the silence, "ITS TIME WE CELEBRATED A WIN JUST LIKE OLD TIMES! COME ON, TEAM! AY! AY! AY! AY!"

hes crowing that victory theme, and the team scramble to pick 3 up again, running them off to the nearest tacticooler soda tub to dunk them into it. Old, veteran tradition.

4 stands there, stunned. Why-

Why did they kiss her? Did....did they actually like her back, or...

Was it really just the heat of the moment?

Oh cod, what is 8 going to think? She KNOWS that she likes them. She TOLD her she likes them!! And yet-

And yet she STILL fell for them, she STILL allowed 3 to do what they did-

She'll...try to forget it.

(But as the night passes later, she realized she cant let it go. Oh man, she has to talk to them about this...)

She knew 8 was elsewhere. She grabs one of those pamphlets they give out when the results are announced and goes to find her.

Shes gonna bury that event for now. Its nothing. Its nothing. Its...

Its important that she find her first. Yeah.

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GOD THESE SQUIDS ARE SO GAY LMAO

*the way 3 runs to greet 4, and then 4 picking them up and spinning them around, is something they do after 4 comes back from patrol -- both post Hero2 and after they made up post Hero3. Its their special little greeting :]

**All the ship art takes place AFTER this! I never quite figured out when it all started, it was always "vaguely in the future." With the end of story updates though, I think its safe to finally pin down where I can let the ship(s) sail!

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Wedding Jitters

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: it’s your wedding day, but you need your brothers to help you out

A/N: this turned into more of a one shot, but honestly it’s so adorable

“Alright, one big brother and one maid of honor as requested.” Dean’s voice had you looking to the doorway, where your two brothers were now standing.

“For the last time Dean, man of honor is a real thing,” Sam argued, glaring at his brother.

“Just be glad she didn’t make you the flower girl,” Dean teased with a laugh.

“Hey, idiots, you’ve got a bride freaking out over here,” you interrupted their quarrel.

“Hey hey, no freaking out allowed,” Dean insisted. “Unless you’ve changed your mind, in which case I’m still perfectly ready to assassinate the groom at any given moment.”

“No I did not change my mind!” You huffed. “I just—my hair looks dumb and the dress isn’t working and he’s gonna think I look ugly and-and then I’m gonna trip and—“

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Sam cut in, stepping further into the room and grabbing onto your hands to stabilize you. “None of that is going to happen.”

“Yeah,” Dean insisted. “You picked out that dress because you love it. Your hair looks perfect. If that man thinks you are anything other than the most beautiful woman on earth, I’ll shoot him myse—“

“Dean!” Sam interrupted, but Dean grinned when he saw your lips twitching.

“Yeah, uh huh, it was funny I know.”

“Stop it!” You covered your face with your hands so Dean wouldn’t see you grinning. “You guys are so stupid.”

“And hey,” Dean continued as if you hadn’t interrupted. “You know I won’t ever let you fall, right?”

“Right.” You took a deep breath. “Ok.”

“Ok.” Dean pulled you into his arms, and you felt Sam hug you from the other side. You relaxed in their embrace for a few seconds.

“Hey guys?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re gonna wrinkle my dress.”

“Ok, ok,” Dean huffed, pulling away. “Way to ruin the moment.”

“Hey I think it’s almost time,” Sam said. He led the way to the back of the short line waiting to head down the aisle. You trailed just behind him, holding Dean’s arm in a vice grip.

“Hey sweetheart?” Dean whispered.

“Yeah?”

“You’re hurting my arm.”

You rolled your eyes and loosened your grip.

“I’m not gonna let you trip,” Dean promised again.

“I know.” You nodded. You faced forward, and Sam started making faces at you from his spot just in front of you. You giggled, and Sam grinned widely. As soon as the doors opened to start the ceremony, Dean poked your side and you struggled to get your face under control.

As soon as Sam stepped through the doors, heading down the aisle as your man of honor, the doors shut behind him so that you could have a “big entrance” after Sam got to the end. With the doors closed, it was just you and Dean.

“I’m so proud of you.” Dean’s right hand grabbed onto your hand that was resting on his left arm. “You deserve this. And I want you to know, while you’re out there starting your own family—me and Sammy are always gonna be here for you.”

“I know.” Your hand squeezed Dean’s. “Thanks for walking me down the aisle, Dean.”

Dean grinned. “Well someone’s gotta be up there with a gun in case you change your mind.”

You were just reaching over to smack your brother when the music changed and the doors opened wide. You quickly returned your hands where they were supposed to be, but you couldn’t hold back the tiniest giggle when you saw Dean smirking at you knowingly.

You quickly stifled the laugh, but you couldn’t keep the grin off your face when you saw the awestruck look of your fiancé.

Dean led you down the aisle, and once you reached the end you turned to look at him.

The tears in his eyes didn’t really surprise you—in fact, you already had a response prepared.

“Your eyes are sweating,” you whispered so only he could hear. That got a smile out of him as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering as long as he could. Then he let you go and went to stand by Sam. You were right behind him, reaching over to hand Sam your bouquet.

He wasn’t supposed to, but Sam pulled you into a hug.

“I love you so much,” he whispered into your ear.

“Right back at you.”

You stepped back, taking one last glance at your big brothers before turning to grab onto your fiancé’s outstretched hands…

Knowing that you never would’ve made it this far without them.

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[gravitycavity]

[Preview] Sunshine (Pomni x Ragatha) Chapter 8

Faintly, Ragatha lifted her head. The will to fight faded in her eyes, as though she knew that the frigid despair pumping from her ruptured heart was unstoppable; only a scant few places — the bottoms of her flat Mary Janes, the stitched tips of her simplified hands, and half of her cherubic face — remained un-abstracted.

Still, she spoke through the pain. “I…love you so much, my Sunshine,” she croaked, leaning her head against Pomni’s chest. The weakened grimace upon her face shied away from two tearful eyes. “I’m so, so sorry our story had to end this way…”

“H-Hey! Don’t talk like that!” scolded Pomni between haggard breaths, “It’s not over yet! Everything’s gonna be okay!”

“Maybe,” Ragatha choked out, her worn-out voice shattered to pieces. “Whatever happens, Pomni, I want you to know — you are everything. Just everything. My whole wide world. And you always will be,” she said. Pearly tears glistened down the soft curves of her cheeks. “No matter what comes next, I’ll never forget the time we spent together. I just wish I could have learned your real name. Or brushed my thumbs across your real cheeks, or rested my head on your real shoulders…”

“You will! I promise you will!” Pomni said, a frog in her throat. Her fierce gaze, wet with tears, fixed on the crooked elevator doors down the hall. She was nearly there. A stone’s throw away. Nearly to the end of this horrendous nightmare. “We’re going to get out of this stupid game together, no matter how long it takes us! We’ll find each other in the real world, no matter how far we have to travel, because…” Pomni shakily swallowed, “Because I love you! I love you, Ragatha, more than anything else in this stupid world!”

Ragatha smiled, despite everything. “Sunshine…?” she breathed. The creaking of floorboards beneath Pomni’s feet — and a distant, monstrous groan down the hall — filled in the pregnant pause before the dolly found the strength to speak again, “Humor me?”

Pomni’s brows squinched together. Humor her? What was Ragatha talking about? “H-Huh?”

“Do you…do you still remember the color of your eyes…?”

“Uh—” Pomni’s head flinched slightly. Ragatha’s question wasn’t unusual — but decidedly out-of-the-blue. Her eyes. What color were her eyes? The gut response of ‘ I don’t know’ or ‘why do you ask’ waited impatiently on the tip of her tongue, and yet, Pomni knew in her heart that that wouldn’t do.

“I, um—” Pomni glanced down. Ragatha stared back, black abstraction spreading across a patient, yet expectant look. “That’s a good question…”

It had been ages since Pomni had given herself more than a passing glance in her toothpaste-flecked bathroom mirror, let alone looked away from her big, ugly blemishes long enough to notice such a trivial detail. She could barely even recall the last time anyone had brought up the color of her eyes. Sometime back in the ‘00s, she figured — when life was simple, and she was old enough to count her age on just two hands.

In truth, she was only half-sure, but she couldn’t leave Ragatha hanging. Pomni chewed on the answer a little while longer before finally spitting it out: “Uh. J-Just brown. I think,” she huffed, squinting at her destination. She was close enough now to make out the distinct “C&A” etched above the elevator door, “Nothing too special.”

“Brown…” Ragatha swooned, “...such a charming color. Copper pans, Autumn leaves, fancy leather couches…” she cooed, wearing a peaceful smile even as strands of abstraction stretched across her mouth, “...I can almost see them now. Goodness gracious, how beautiful they are…”

- - -

New chapter soon! Promise!

[spahhzy]

Jaune finished healing Nora as Ren held onto her hand gently small tears running down his face.

Brilliant gold covered her body as her aura healed up the damage and burns done to her at last. Finally, all her bad wounds were healed aside from the nasty burn scar that marred her face.

Jaune: It's done, Ren. She'll be fine, but keep an eye out for her. She needs rest, and she is gonna need you to be their for her.

Ren looked relieved as he gave his brother a hug, but not before screams echoed the skies.

Jaune said nothing as he rose up from his spot.

Jaune: Neo, do not follow me, stay here, and watch over everyone here.

Neo looked like she wanted to protest and go tagging along, but the look in Jaune's eyes told her this wasn't a request.

Ren: Jaune...what are you going to do?

Jaune: This has to end Ren... I have to stop her.

Ren: Then get team RWBY to help you!

Jaune: I'm the reason she is doing this...all this death and destruction is on me.

Ren: Jaune-

Jaune: Ren.

Ren knew that tone of voice.

Jaune: It's going to be okay.

Ren: No, Jaune... not for you, it won't be.

Jaune said nothing as he looked at his friends once more before running off to the scene of the destruction.

-

Cinder was having a blast, and it was thanks to her darling, her purpose, and reason to live! Her dear Rusted Knight~ Her Darling Jaune~

She looked up at the sign, which read 'Tunnel of love' and then looked at the carnage I'm front of her, the carnage she caused.

Cinder: Ah~ just like old times!

Screams echoed around her as she threw fireball after fireball at innocent people trying to escape her as she made her way into the attraction, still throwing fire ball after fireball.

Cinder: Excuse me!

Cinder: Sorry bout that!

Cinder: Coming through!

More and more screams echoed in the tunnel, but Cinder didn't care as she just continued her onslaught, knowing her Rusted Knight would soon be here. It's best to roll out the red burnt carpet for her darling after all.

Cinder: woop, my bad!

Cinder: Big pardon!

Cinder: Excuse me once again!

-

Jaune made his way to the entrance of the tunnel as small fires could be seen everywhere, but more importantly, he could see lifeless bodies floating above the water.

Jaune just looked at them before making his way to his fated enemy.

-

Cinder kept firing away with reckless abandon towards innocent bystanders, running up onto a small boat that a scared couple left Cinder was about to fire more shot out but was stopped when she found her footing lost as Jaune lifted the boat up from under her toppling her over.

Jaune seizing the moment ran over the boat just as Cinder prepped to throw a fireball. He used his shield to block it the action deflecting the fire but causing him to drop his shield, but that didn't deter Jaune as he ran a fist into Cinder chest causing her to croak out in pain, Cinder looked up to see Jaune rushing in and grabbing the hem of her black dress.

Jaune: NO MORE!

With great strength, he tossed Cinder at the cave wall, her body hitting it hard as she fell down. Not wanting to give her any breathing room, Jaune rushed forward as Cinder slowly got up, delivering a powerful knee to her face.

Jaune: All the people I murdered by letting you live!

Jaune delivered a thunderous uppercut, sending Cinder falling on her back, but the previous fall maiden just smiled sadistically at him, nursing her jaw before spitting out blood.

Cinder: I never kept count.

Jaune just grabbed her by the collar again and hoisted her up.

Jaune: I did.

Cinder: I know.

As she said that, a small glass blade manifested in her human hand as Jaune had to let her go when she swiped at him.

Cinder: And I love you for it!

Charging at him with the little blade, Cinder swiped at him once again to which Jaune was easily able to dodge and land a hit to the back of her head but the action resulted in Cinder able to get a another swip at him to which she did as Jaune felt a searing pain as Cinder fell into the water as Jaune held his right side that was bleeding badly.

Cinder got up slowly from the water giggling as she did, Jaune breathed heavily as his vision was getting blurry.

Cinder: Oh Jauney~, it's finally here, isn't it? The moment we both dreamed about.

Suddenly, Cinder pounced on him, causing her to be on top of him, Jaune held her right hand which had the blade a few inches from his face, while he felt her Grimm hand dig around his throat.

Cinder: Oh, Jaune hun... don't tell me you're going to fall asleep before we finish...my my you have gotten old haven't you?

Jaune just moved his own right arm and struck Cinder in the face before using his legs to flip her over, getting up quickly before Cinder could recover, Jaune grabbed Cinders neck before shoving her to a wall.

Cinder: Not quiet how I imagined it, but

Jaunes grip on Cinder neck tightened further.

Cinder: We can still end on a high note!

Jaune's eyes widened in horror as more pain came to him as he felt Cinder little blade stab him multiple times as Cinder began laughing like crazy but Jaune knew what had to be done and so while being stabbed, Jaune moved his hands roughly turning Cinders head to the side as a sickening crack could be heard.

Cinders back fell against the wall before sitting up right. Jaune had broken her neck all but paralyzing her from the neck down.

A cry of fear made Jaune look in the direction to see a pair of bystanders running away from them.

Cinder: Oh sweetie...your In trouble now~

Jaune just breathed in slowly, even snapping her neck she still talking. Jaune walked up to the now cripple Cinder.

Cinder: Go ahead, baby~ say this has never happened to you before.

Jaune: Shut up.

Cinder: Make me~

Jaune just stared at her.

Cinder: Come on...finish me.

But Jaune didn't move.

Cinder just sighed.

Cinder: It doesn't matter... I win, Jauney...I made you lose control!

Cinder just let out a small but mocking laughter.

Cinder: And they'll kill you for it!

Laughing once more before giving one more psychotic grin, she spoke.

Cinder: See you...in HELL.

Then Cinder, through sheer will power, snapped her own neck.

Killing her.

Jaune just watched as the body slumped over to the side as Jaune let out his breath.

It was over.

Finally over.

Jaune took this moment and sat next to the corpse, trying to regain his strength and wait for his aura to start healing up his wounds. Taking in the few minutes of time he had left, Jaune shut his eyes.

[sugarushwriting]

frat boy heeseung x you part 4….(okay and final part but tysm for the love!!!)

it’s gonna be short sorry. short and sweet!!!!

sfw but maybe nsfw? no full on scenes but more like innuendos and assumptions

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

3 months.

11 weeks and 3 days.

80 days.

that’s how long heeseung has last seen your face. well, he’s seen in you class, but that’s it. he hasn’t interacted with you. not because he doesn’t want to but because you won’t let him.

you left him and last interacted with him on a sunday at the close to end of october. it’s now the second week of january, and he’s finally seeing you up close and personal.

leaving jays room.

“what. the. fuck.” was all heeseung could spit out seeing you dressed in one of jays shirts and pajama pants.

your eyes went wide. you thought heeseung was still visiting his parents for winter break.

“heeseung, oh, um, you’re home.” you smiled weakly.

“seems you got your wish to fuck one of my brothers.” heeseung spat.

your eyes narrowed. “i did not fuck jay, heeseung. just because you didn’t make a promise, remember i did?”

heeseung’s eyes squinted. “liar.”

“am not!” you argued like a child.

“hi heeseung.” jay greeted coming into the hallway. “morning eunjin.” jay kissed your forehead.

“jay!” you squealed. “don’t make this worse!”

“he already thinks we’ve fucked,” jay pouted, “why didn’t you play along?”

“so childish, you two.” you groaned, and went past both boys down to the kitchen.

turning on the coffee pot, your back was turned to both as they spoke like you weren’t there.

“why is she here? why was she in your room?”

jay smirked. “bitter and jealous much?”

heeseung narrowed his eyes, “now is not the time to fuck around.”

heeseung couldn’t believe when you left, he’d never talk to you personally or see you again up close. he’s tried texting you, calling you, asking his friends, and cornering you around campus. but you always found your way to either ignore him or leave his hold.

since you and lara had vowed to stay away from frat parties for the remainder of last semester, he hasn’t seen you at one.

the boys knew you leaving heeseung alone was your choice. for your own sake.

heeseung didn’t know although you left, you kept your promise. you didn’t fuck around with anyone else, because he truthfully ruined them for you.

however, heeseung continued to be his usual self when he noted you were ignoring him. he just slept with girls less often, but still stuck to the one rule. and since you, he’s never let another girl in his bed.

“i wanted to have sex, but she doesn’t.” jay pouted fakely . you narrowed your eyes at him to shut up. “ugh, you’re lucky she’s loyal to you even though you weren’t loyal to her.” jay wasn’t actually upset you wouldn’t sleep with him.

“he doesn’t need to be loyal to me, we were never together.” you stated in a low whisper but heeseung heard you.

“eunjin—,”

“it’s okay heeseung, no need to explain yourself.” you said and kept your back turned to both guys.

behind your back jay was signaling heeseung to keep talking while you were downstairs before you retreated back to jays room.

heeseung kept trying to get your attention but you ignored him. “fuck this.” he said and you found yourself flipped over his shoulder, your face coming to contact with his lower back.

“heeseung!” you squealed, but he kept walking back up the stairs to his room.

“don’t be too loud!” jay yelled after you both.

you huffed in annoyance when heeseung threw you on his bed, and he quickly hovered over you, not necessarily putting his entire weight on you. but with both his arms on either side of your shoulders, you were trapped under him.

“heeseung,” you began but stopped short when he nuzzled his nose into your neck. “now is not the time to seduce me!”

“why not?” he mumbled. “i missed you.”

“if you missed me so much you wouldn’t have had sex with other girls!”

heeseung lifted his head so he could look into your eyes. “you’re the one who ignored me!”

“and for my own good! i knew you wasn’t going to change for me. i wasn’t going to let my heart be broken by you.”

“instead you broke my heart.” heeseung pouted.

“your heart or your ego?” you challenged.

heeseung shut his mouth and was silenced.

you scoffed, “of course. i hurt your ego because i ghosted you before you could ghost me.” you were not only mad at heeseung but yourself.

how dare you let him ruin other guys for you? you knew for a fact jake probably would be more than happy to get you to bed.

jay as well, since he would be your first pick. although he wasn’t actually upset you wouldn’t sleep with him, you knew if you brought it up, he would jump at the chance.

there was a reason older women liked jay and jake and always thought they would make great sons in laws. so why the fuck did you have to have a crush on heeseung?

“what’s going through that head of yours?” heeseung asked as he tapped your forehead.

“whether or not if i should fuck jay or jake first.” you joked, but sort of not joked.

heeseung didn’t like that. “don’t even think about it. it’s neither. and you won’t fuck sunghoon either.”

“and whys that?”

“like you said, i ruined other guys for you, including my own frat brothers.” heeseung chuckled. “whether you like it or not, my dick will be the only one you come around.” he whispered into your ear sending you chills.

you wanted to push him off of you but he was too strong.

“i don’t like you wearing men clothes that aren’t mine.” heeseung spat and tugged on the pants you was wearing that belong to jay. he smoothly took them off your legs, smiling in joy at your purple underwear. “now the shirt.”

“i don’t have anything underneath, heeseung.”

“even better.” he said and went to take the shirt off but you pushed his hand away.

“absolutely not.” you scolded.

“fine.” he rolled his eyes and went to the band of your underwear. “i’ve missed your sweet cunt.”

no time to argue or debate, you bit your tongue instead when heeseung position himself between your legs, pulling your underwear to the side, and wasting no time devouring your sweet cunt with his lips, tongue and teeth.

you missed this. you hate to admit but you missed this.

in no time either, heeseung had you withering underneath him, you dripping onto the sheets below. you bit your lip to keep quiet to respect jays poor ears.

“im going to fuck you now.” he stated and that he did. like the last time, it was hard, rough and fast. his hips meeting yours to fast thrusts, skin slapping, low moans from the both of you. heeseung buried himself deep in your cunt as much as you could and would take him.

he wanted this to last as long as possible, but he couldn’t keep denying you both of an orgasm. you came on his cock as he quickly pulled out stroking himself twice to come on your thigh.

you both laid on your backs on the bed, chasing your breaths. heeseung soon got up to go to his bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth to clean you up.

“such a gentleman.” you teased.

heeseung laughed and kissed you once on the lips. “come on, let’s go shower.”

“together?”

“of course. save water and all that.”

“are we about to have shower sex?” you asked with a groan.

“yes. yes we are.” heeseung lifted you up with ease and carried you to the bathroom.

you knew you should run away, far away. there were other guys out there that would be more loyal to you, right?

but internally you didn’t care. right now you had heeseungs attention and that’s all that mattered.

heeseung stood between your open legs as you sat on the counter waiting for the water to heat up.

heeseung gave you quick pecks on the lips, once, twice, three times before kissing both of your cheeks.

“be prepared to not be able to walk again.”

“please don’t.” you begged. “i like being able to walk away from you when i need to.”

“even more reason for me to make sure you’re too sore to walk.”

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

[forest-falcon]

The Butterfly Effect

Chptr 17

It's been a while since I've last updated this fic, but here it is - the next chapter of The Butterfly Effect. Hope you enjoy! And thanks for everyone's lovely support with this story. Hopefully it won't be as long before the next chapter is out 🤞

No major tags for this one - minor angst, whump and a bit of family fluff thrown in!

💙💚🧡💛💜🐦‍🔥🚒

John was torn. Torn between all those who needed him. Torn between duty and love. But, in the end, the choice was easy. His place was on the GDF carrier headed for Auckland, at the side of his brothers and Grandmother.

The post-mission clean up (if it could indeed be called that), the press, and the rest of the world waiting on them, would simply have to manage. God knows, he was having to.

Hauling himself aboard, he gently touched the painted name of the carrier, before finding a vacant seat next to Tam.

"Welcome aboard!" Colonel Casey greets, over the sounds of the engines, and flicking of buttons.

Val had been good to them. As soon as she had a functional comms line up and working, she'd taken the initiative to pull strings with a number of contacts. Phoenix would be allowed the time off from their regular civilian jobs back home to help with getting International Rescue back onto their feet, if they so wished.

It was a unanimous 'yes.'

"We're here for as long as you need us," her words held a warmth befitting her honorary Aunt status. She'd squeezed his shoulder, before brushing a stray lock of hair out of Scott's face.

"Thanks," John sighed, with a gratitude that somehow furthered his exhaustion.

Although it was in the world's best interest to see International Rescue functioning again, as swiftly as possible; it was good to know that people had their backs when the chips were down.

Val made her way to the front of the carrier and a flutter of garish Hawaiian fabric filled the seat.

Gordon peered over the eldest brother.

"Hey there, Bird Bath! How's the head?"

A groan, but Scott's eyes remained shut.

"Gords..."

"The one and only!"

Scott could hear his brother's Cheshire Cat grin.

"As your brother, I feel it's my duty to tell you that that landing was...*raspberry* stinko, awful...I've seen Rigby land better!" He gave a thumbs down.

"Ah, save it! Yours is the one Thunderbird that doesn't fly," Rigby deadpanned, from the cockpit.

"Make him stop," Scott's hoarse whisper is mainly levied at John, but entreats any and all who can hear him.

"Gladly. Just tell me how," John smirks, finally letting his shoulders drop a fraction.

"Ah, don't be like that... Hey, I know what'll cheer you both up!"

"No."

"A good ole sea shanty!" Gordon whips out his pocket device.

"Veto."

"Aww, really John? Not even, 'Leave her Johnny, leave her?'"

"Especially not that."

"Fine. I've got you..."

A moment passes as Gordon scrolls, then taps; and the hangar bursts into song.

"Eurovision!"

Virgil reopens his eyes to the sounds of...wait, is that Conchita Wurst?

Oh God, Gordon - Rise Like a Phoenix...really? Phoenix. This was definitely Gordon's taste in music - and humour.

Virgil doesn't remember being hover-stretchered to the hangar, but it's good to hear the voices of his family once more.

"Stop your fussing. I'm fine,"

"I'll be the judge of that Mrs. Tracy."

"Matthew Eric Jones!" Grandma starts.

"She middle named me! Did y'hear that Mac? She middle named me!"

"Oooh! Now you're in for it!" Gordon's chimes in, clearly enjoying his inflight entertainment.

"I was a doctor-"

"-And now you're my patient. So, unless you're going to sign an AMA form, you'll sit back nicely, and let me do my job."

"Oooh, I like him." Grandma's voice concedes. "Fine. But if they keep me in, you're bringing the treats! And none of this basket of grapes rubbish. I'm talking chocolate and brandy - neat."

"It's a hospital, Grandma." John's voice reasons.

"And?"

"And you should know - better than most, that they're not gonna let us bring that in for you."

Grandma goes to fold her arms, then winces, with a concealed hiss.

"John. Kid. I'm old! Just stick it in a sippy cup and call it apple juice - they'll never know the difference!"

"Stop tryna...get John...into trouble."

It's a wonderful sound, hearing the deep rumble of baritone. Sally can feel a secondary tightness - one she could not attribute to her injury, leave her broken ribcage.

"Eh. Twas worth a shot." She offers up a warm smile, knowing he cannot see it - both her eldest grandsons sporting large foam trauma blocks; but she hopes he can hear the sentiment within her voice.

"Nice to have you back in the land of the living, kid!"

[marsmarauders]

folklore (Marauder's Version)

Welcome back to another episode of Mo and Marls going insane :) @idkjustlemmedrownlikerab and I overanalyzed every single song on folklore… (the BEST Taylor Swift album, no discussion).

Also, we first discussed this one like a month ago and I didn't take very detailed notes, so if I missed anything Mo, let me know!

Sorry, it took a bit longer for this one to come out… I’m trying my best here. 😭

Let’s get into it, shall we?

the 1

So we all know how James changed, right? Like how he grew out of the bullying and mistreatment? I think part of that maturity came from Jegulus. The experience of being in a relationship with someone who is the complete and utter opposite of you would probably take a lot of emotional maturity. (And immaturity, hence why he left him when he did). And obviously, Regulus would not have betrayed Voldomort if he hadn’t first gone through the worst of it all. If it was all sunshine and rainbows being a death eater, why on earth would he have changed his mind? Like the song says, they never would’ve matured and grown if it weren’t for the fallout of their relationship.

“And if you wanted me, you really should've showed. And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow.”

“To kiss in cars, and downtown bars was all we needed. You drew stars around my scars, but now I’m bleeding.”

cardigan

Yeah, I know the cliche. That’s literally the most quoted Wolfstar coded song lyric in the history of Taylor Swift songs, so instead, let me bring up verse 3.

This part of the song perfectly encapsulates how I think Remus felt after October 31st, 1981. Sirius would always be there in the back of his mind, whether it be the ghost of his slips or the scent of smoke. Even though he didn’t want to feel that way about Sirius anymore, considering the weight of the crimes that Sirius had supposedly committed, he still felt that way because the younger him was insistent that Sirius was the one. And some part of him knew that even though destiny fought against them, they’d end up together again. (Not for long- cough).

“But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss. I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs. The smell of smoke would hang around this long. 'Cause I knew everything when I was young. I knew I'd curse you for the longest time. Chasin' shadows in the grocery line. I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired. And you'd be standin' in my front porch light. And I knew you'd come back to me.”

“Who knows, if I never showed up, what could've been. There goes the loudest person this town has ever seen. I had a marvelous time ruining everything.”

the last great american dynasty

So first off, let’s completely ignore the word American in this scenario. Second off, my interpretation is different from the actual meaning of the song. Instead of blaming women from a sexist point of view, I’m instead using the motif that everyone was (rightfully) blaming the death eaters for the war. Does that make sense? Okay.

So when Mo first brought up the idea that this song was about Regulus, it took me a minute to understand where she was coming from (Not because it was a bad idea, not at all. This is just not my particular favorite song off of folklore). But the fact that one of the lyrics is “there goes the maddest women (person in this case) this town has ever seen, really sold it for me.

We may all argue that Barty was the maddest of all the death eaters, considering the lengths he went for Voldemort, but up until the betrayal, Regulus was literally the #1 Voldemort stan. He was mad. If he’d never “shown up,” yeah, some things might’ve been better. But to figure out the Horcruxs, he kind of had to go down that path. So in the final chorus, I honestly think it’s Regulus, 6 feet under, mocking everyone who hated him, because without him, Voldemort would’ve never been defeated.

“I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending.”

exile

This song is the dynamic I picture Wolfstar having after reuniting. Not in the shrieking shack, but outside of school. There were two conflicting sides to the story, but both left them in shambles. And now that they know the truth, they’re too scared to risk it again. Because what’s the point of trying again if they’re only going to die in the end?

The bridge gets this point across perfectly. When Taylor echos Justin’s singing with a second perspective of the story, that captures Sirius and Remus perfectly. Because from Remus’s perspective, Sirius didn’t give him any kind of heads up that he thought Remus himself to be the traitor. Sirius never gave him the time of day to hear him out! But obviously, Sirius tried giving signs, such as 1: keeping the Potter’s secret keeper extremely confidential to the point that he wouldn’t even tell his partner and 2: arguing with Remus about where he was at night. But how could Remus have known that? He couldn’t read Sirius’s mind! They were falling so quickly that there was no way to stop it.

Now that they know the truth, however, they’re learning to forgive each other and move past it. But how can they when they’re just as in love with each other as they were before? Why would they risk it all if it could disappear all the same? They knew how this movie ended, why would they watch it again?

“And I can go anywhere I want. Anywhere I want, just not home.”

my tears ricochet

This song is Sirius to many people all at once, so let me break it down a little.

The majority of the song is Sirius to the people who believed him to be the spy. To have killed his best friends. The fact that he was never given a chance to explain himself and was just locked up; he’s feeling a lot of resentment. Sirius wants to know why on earth they care so much about it when he was “suppoedly” the one to have destroyed everything. Why is the focus on him? Why aren’t they focused on James or Lily or Marlene or Dorcas or the people who died in the war? If he’s dead to them, then why do they act like he exists?

The bridge is him towards Regulus. Regulus died, for reasons that Sirius will probably never know. He talks to the Regulus star, because it’s all he has left, even though he left him years ago. He probably wonders if Regulus saved himself from ending up like Sirius. He probably wonders if Regulus was right. Not about pureblood supremacy, but about keeping quiet and leaving it be.

I think the last chorus is Sirius towards Peter. Throwing Sirius under the bus will only disadvantage Peter in the long run. Why would you willingly stay a rat for 13 years?

"I'm a mirrorball. I can change everything about me to fit in. You are not like the regulars. The masquerade revelers. Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten."

mirrorball

Mirrorball was a little tricky at first cause it's just kind of ✨ominous manipulation✨ to be quite honest and at first, I think Mo was thinking Sirius? But then I kind of looked deeper into the lyrics that I listed above and was like "Hear me out… It's Peter's internal monologue convincing himself into becoming a death eater." and we were both like "Woah."

seven

"Sweet tea in the summer, cross my heart won't tell no other."

So, I think we can all come to the agreement that from the bridge to the end of the song, it's James talking to Sirius. This kind of pure, compassionate, and beautiful friendship is such a special part of this fandom. They had such a special bond and I think that they're basically the definition of "Chosen Family."

However, the more I think about it, I think that everything from before the bridge is incredibly Regulus and Pandora coded. The difference between the Black Brother's closest friendships and how that kind of influenced their decisions. James gave Sirius a safe space, whereas Pandora was Regulus's safe space. Do you understand what I'm getting at?

august

So, I haven’t read ATYD but I know the basic concept of who Grant Chapman is and what he did and all that, and Mo was very insistent on this song being Grant, and I completely agree.

“So much for summer love and saying “us,” cause you weren’t mine to lose.”

Grant was a stand-in for Sirius in some way. I think both he and Remus knew that, but Grant fell for Remus, he couldn’t help it! And he knew Remus loved him, but he wasn’t Sirius and he’d never be Sirius. But that doesn’t make it any less bittersweet for Grant, knowing that Remus is happier off with Sirius. In the same way that Jegulus was necessary for James’s character growth, Grant was necessary for Remus’s.

this is me trying

So I was certain this was Black Brothers and Mo was certain this was Regulus, so I’m gonna mix them. In the bridge specifically, I can see Regulus longing for Sirius after he left. The parties? The weird pureblood cult meetings his family had. It was hard for Regulus to even walk around their house because it was not the same without Sirius. The “one screen in his town” is Sirius being Regulus’s only escape. (Cause you watch movies on a screen? And movies tend to be an escape from reality? Look at me. I’m smart). And Regulus is also struggling with this internal battle because if he leaves, he’ll put himself and Sirius in danger, but if he stays, he’ll have to do things he knows deep down in his heart he doesn’t want to do. This is him trying.

“And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound. It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you. You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town.”

“It's born from just one single glance. But it dies and it dies and it dies a million little times.”

illicit affairs

Okay, before I get into this song, I want to clarify that we’re not implying that any of these characters were unfaithful.

There’s a difference between an affair (long- term cheating) and an affair (a pastime experience). I’m not the kind of person to promote cheating or adultery in my stories, because I think it’s such a frustrating topic to discuss. I wouldn’t ship people who went out of their way to hurt their partners. That being said, the word “affair” here is being used in the same way the words “event” or “incident” would. Obviously the word “illicit” means forbidden, so our interpretation of “illicit affairs” is just a “secret relationship.”

I think you might understand who I’m getting at here… if you guessed Jegulus, you’d be correct! James and Regulus were a secret, but not in the way you think. Their friends knew, Sirius knew, James’s parents probably knew, but Regulus’s family could not know. No one outside of their circle could know. (Reminds me of another Taylor Swift lyric. “You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath.” James kept Regulus as a secret, only because Regulus wanted him to, but Regulus held on to James like he was his life support). It was almost as if they were having an affair, and like most affairs, they die.

Also, the bridge; lets discuss.

The first part of the bridge is James to Regulus. James was a mess after leaving Regulus because he couldn’t fix him. He couldn’t help him. (Well actually, he might’ve been able to but he left when Regulus needed him the most so-) The “colors” that Regulus showed him were 1: that the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, 2: that James cannot fix everything, and 3: the maturity that James gained from their relationship.

“And you wanna scream don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby.” Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me. You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else.”

Again, Regulus was ripped to shreds after their break up, and he made some really foolish choices afterwards. The so-called “secret language” that James taught him, was vulnerability. Sure, he can talk about things with Barty or Evan, but with James he wasn’t expected to pull himself together. He could just exist with James and everything would be fine. Until it wasn’t.

“Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby.” Look at this idiotic fool that you made me. You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else.”

“A string that pulled me. Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar. Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire. Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons. One single thread of gold tied me to you”

invisble string

This one was tough, because there are so many couples that start out as these wholesome, pure, lovely relationships, but we quickly vetoed most of them.

Wolfstar: This song is literally about the concept of destiny and fate, and although Sirius and Remus were quite literally meant to be together, destiny kept pulling them apart.

Jily: I guess Jily are also quite literally the definition of fate, considering their matching patroni, the prophecy, etc. But Jily is also quite literally the definition of slow-burn, so again, this song doesn’t fit them.

Rosekiller: I guess you could argue they were fate, but they’re way too angsty.

Dorlene: Again, soulmates but way too angsty + they were rivals at the start.

This is where I came to the realization that every single couple in this fandom ends in tragic death… but then I thought about it some more.

Xenophilius and Pandora- JUST LET ME FINISH.

Yes, I am well aware that Pandora dies, but from what we know in canon, it was a freak accident. She wasn’t murdered like Marlene, Dorcas, the Potters, technically Evan, and Sirius (Yes, even if Sirius hadn’t fallen into the veil, he would’ve died). She didn’t risk her life like Regulus and Remus. She wasn’t driven to insanity like the Longbottoms and Barty (by the dementors kiss) She was experimenting, something she loved to do. She probably died happy for all we know!

I also think Pandora was probably esoteric (she believed in crystals, chakras, astrology, etc), so I think she also might’ve believed in fate. And considering the fact that Xenophilius and her relationship was so perfect, they probably were fate. They were classic friends to lovers, and they had the happiest ending out of all the marauders. Pandora was able to raise her daughter until she was nine, more than Lily and James ever got to do, and Xenophilius continued to raise Luna even after she died. (Yes, I’m aware he technically betrayed Harry, however we know he was a good person at heart and that prior to the Battle of Hogwarts, he openly supported Harry. The death eaters had kidnapped his daughter, I honestly don’t blame him that much.

Oh and also, Xenophilius was probably her only friend during her 7th year, considering 1: the older marauders had all graduated and 2: the pantheon’s falling out, so that’s why I used the lyrics I chose!

mad woman

For Mo, this song is blatantly Pandora, and for me it’s Dorcas. But, (again) it’s been a while since we discussed this, so I have a new narrative I’d like to propose to you. (Because we both had the same concept, just different characters.)

“Does a scorpion sting when fighting back? They strike to kill and you know I will.”

It’s both of them, from the perspective of Barty, Evan, and Regulus. They call them “mad women” because they don’t agree with their pureblood ideologies and want to be death eaters. The lyric “Everytime you call me crazy, I get more crazy,” feels like something Evan would think after all his fights with his sister. The lyric “It’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together,” seems like something Regulus would think. Obviously, I don’t think Pandora and Dorcas wanted him dead (considering the fact that Pandora definitely checked in on Regulus from time to time), but they wanted the bad part of him gone. And since they both left the rest of the Pantheon, that would’ve resulted in them growing closer.

And I guess in a way, they both went mad, but it’s up to your imagination. Dorcas went mad because she literally tried to go after the people who killed her girlfriend. And Pandora went mad because (if you headcanon this) she died trying to help Regulus destroy a horcrux.

If there was a song that played during a slow-motion montage of October 31st, 1981 the second Sirius finds out about the death and rushes over to the Potters, this would be it. It’s Sirius seeing his best friends lifeless body. The lyrics “With you I serve, with you I fall down,” symbolizes the way that when James “fell” (died), Sirius also “fell,” (falsely-accused) and even though it was unintentional, they went down together. Sirius felt like it was his fault. He switched the secret keeper and if only he’d trusted Remus enough, maybe it wouldn’t have happened.

Epiphany

“And some things you just can't speak about.”

"In the garden, would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing? I'm only 17, I don't know anything, but I know I miss you."

betty

Again, I'm using the concept of the "affair" love story in folklore as instead the story of a secret relationship, so no adultery was committed in the making of this post. 💀

Basically, I think this song is James's guilt when he's falling for Lily all over again, but he's still not completely over Regulus. (Of course, he and Regulus are dead and gone at this point, but it still lingers).

It's him thinking through what he would tell Lily if she ever asked him if he still loved Regulus. (I don't think Lily would've cared personally, lol).

Also in my mind I think this song has to be from James's perspective, solely because of the lyric "She said "James get in!" (I'm now literally realizing that that line is mentioning how he fell into the affair… well that ruins everything… scrap that idea).

Regulus and him were kind of an affair in the way that it was never meant to last. And also, while James may not have had feelings for Lily at that very moment, it was obvious that James was in love with both Regulus and Lily. (Again- no cheating).

I don't know, Betty's kind of a tough one.

peace

This song is about Jily. Lily finding peace in the friendship she has with James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Marlene, Mary, everyone now that she's away from Severus. But she also knows there will never fully be peace with them, because of her blood status.

"Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other. Family I chose now that I see your brother as my brother."

And she wants to know if she's enough for James, even though she knows he's knee deep in love with her, but she gets worried because what if they die? What if they don't get to live the life they'd always dreamed of living? No matter how wonderful their life may seem together, she knows that there's always darkness around the corner, and she wonders if it's because of her.

hoax

This song is how Remus feels knowing that the person he trusted the most in life with his deepest and darkest secrets was supposedly worthy of commiting a crime just as dark. That's it. Don't have much else to say here 😭

"You knew it still hurts underneath my scars when they pulled me apart but what you did was just as dark."

the lakes

If this song isn't Regulus Black, then we don't know what is.

"Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die."

~

Okay wow that was a long one! If you made it this far, thank you!! Make sure to look out for Lover, coming soon to a theater near you!!!

[afrowrites]

The Princess and the Farmboy Part One

(Sorry I keep using the same gif lol)

Ok so this one is a little bit of a short one, only because I felt really bad that I didn't post this and I had huge writers block. I will post the full fic by the end of the month (hopefully)

Clark Kent x Black Reader.

Rated: Teen and up

Descrip: Your brother Lex decides that you need a break from the city and takes you to smallville, You think your gonna go insane from ennui. Then you (Un)fourtunately fall into the arms of one titular Farmboy.

“Mercy, tell me why I have to leave the comfort of Metropolis to go to Swampville.” you whine

“Smallville,” Mercy corrects you. “Master Luthor enjoys the small town vibe and he has friends here he wants you to meet.” You scoff and roll your eyes. 

You hail from the richest of the richest, after your parents were robbed and murdered Lionel (out of the blue I add) decided that Lex could use a playmate so he adopted you. You and Lex became attached at the hip. You needed him when the memories of your parents haunting faces marred your mind, and he needed you when Lionel was too much. 

Your car stops, you hear a knock on your side of the car. “(Y/n) you wanna come outside.” You hear your adoptive brother’s voice. The door opens as you take his hand. The surrounding area looks so boring to you it almost makes you barf.

 “Mmm, gotta love that clean air.” Lex sighs. “I don’t know how you could like this place it’s so… boring.” you groan. You and him take a stroll on the bridge not knowing that just across the way a strong tall annoying boy is within earshot.

“I think you’ll start to like it here, It’s great when I need a break and trust me you need one.” Lex meant well when he brought you here. He’s noticed that you’ve thrown yourself into school and work more often, rarely having time for friends or fun.

The bridge starts to crack ever so slightly and Clark taking a walk hears this, he’s cautious but near.

“Fine I’ll try to stay here but the minute something goes wro-” You sooner eat your words as you suddenly fall into the water below Lex with you in tow. Something wizzes past you both, you see Lex get pulled out of the water, He’s sopping wet as Mercy goes to check on him suddenly your pulled out of the water. You cough for a bit letting your eyes adjust when you see the cutest guy you have ever seen in your life. He’s tall, has pretty green/blue eyes and his hand is on your boob right now.

 “Um… your hand.” You nod to his hand. “Oh my god I am so sorry!” he screeches in your ear. He stands you up, Lex starts “You know you always seem to be there whenever I need saving.” Lex joked. 

You just stood there stewing in anger, your wet clothes sticking to you, your sew-in starting to puff up. Yeah you're done with this, “Lex can we go, my hair is soaking wet, I’m cold as hell. We need to go now!” You screech that last line out spooking the annoyingly tall good looking boy standing next to him. 

“She’s a bit annoying, isn’t she.”, “Dude watch it, she’s my sister.” Lex rebuttals.

“I’m annoying, no, what's annoying is that I got dropped in six feet of cold water, My hair is messed up, and now I am stuck in this hick town for god knows how long, And you TOUCHED MY BOOB!” 

Lex and Clark go wide eyed as you hobble to the car with Mercy in tow, “OH AND YOU OWE ME A NEW PAIR OF THAT’S SO KATES!” you yell down to them.

[dianawinchester03]

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ chapter nine | leave it to me ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

word count: 6716 words

warnings: smut!! mdni!!!! p-in-v sex, daddy kink (if it makes you uncomfy i’d suggest swiping off lol), fluff, pillow talk, dean calls y/n a ‘slut’ (during sex)

•September 2009

After the long and much needed vacation taken, Dean and Y/N were back out to work after making up manyyy times over the course of the few weeks. Sam and Jo were on their honeymoon in Italy, touring and exploring the wonders of Europe while everyone came back to reality.

Billy was starting his senior year, in hopes of getting a full ride athletic scholarship he had been dreaming of for as long as he could remember while Dean and Y/N had to face the music at work. Their relationship was now public knowledge in the building, and Y/N was dreading the comments.

Sure, she was superior in position to a lot of the staff so they wouldn’t make the comments to her face due to not wanting to risk their jobs. But that doesn’t mean gossip isn’t gonna spread. They were the talk of the building at this very moment, since they both “coincidentally” took their vacation times simultaneously the second shit hit the fan.

Boy was Y/N L/N soooo happy to step back into that whirlwind shitshow.

Y/N currently had her phone pressed to her ear, speaking to Jo as she shoveled cereal into her mouth. Billy was taking his sweet time getting ready, as per usual, but she didn’t mind at this very moment. It was still early and she had some time on her hands.

“How’s Italy? Y’all have any interesting adventures yet?” Y/N asked, pausing her spoon in midair as she listened to her best friend on the other end of the line.

"Oh my God yes. You won’t believe the food we’ve been eating so far." Jo gushed, her voice full of excitement. "I swear every bite is like heaven in my mouth. We tried this place last night that did gourmet pasta… it was out of this world." She paused and lowered her voice. "And there’s a lot of Italians here that are very easy on the eyes."

“You’re a married woman, you skank” Y/N cackled, throwing her head back at Jo’s comment.nJo snickered on the other end of the line. "Come onnn, slut! I’m allowed to look. Sam doesn’t mind as long as I don’t touch," she purred through the speaker, laughing.

“Jo, honey. I know enough about your sex life as it is. I don’t need to know more” Y/N shot back in a faux-disgust tone. There was a sound of exaggerated offense and a gasp on the other end of the line. "Oh shush. You used to love getting details. Don’t pretend to be all shy all of a sudden." Jo teased.

“Yeah, yeah..” Y/N chuckled, her mind trailing off to the dreadful day she was about to have at work. Jo’s voice went soft, as if she could sense Y/N’s worry. “You alright, chick? Are you at work yet? How are you and Dean…?” She trailed off and let Y/N fill in the blanks.

“We’re great, actually” Y/N smiled at the mention of Dean. “I’m more so worried about the gossip that’s gonna be spreading like wildfire when I get back” She sighed as she finished her cereal, getting up from the dining room table to discard her empty dish in the sink.

“Oh come on, girl. You’re Y/N L/N. You’re the boss lady now, you’re amazing at what you do and you’re smokin’. Just ignore anything anyone says and do your job.” Jo encouraged, her usual tone of confidence echoing through her voice.

“Don’t let anyone see you sweat babe, especially over something as small as gossip. Besides, I doubt anyone will be brave enough to say anything to your face anyway.” Y/N’s mouth creased into a small pout at her best friend’s encouraging words.

“Thanks chick. I really needed to hear that, so I'll try to ignore it. But don’t worry about me, you enjoy your honeymoon ... and put on that wedding gift I got you” She retorted in a skittish tone as she leaned against the sink.

"Oh you know I will" Jo chuckled through the receiver and there was another noise in the background. "Okay, Sam’s getting antsy to go now. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Be strong! I miss you!"

“I miss you more, love you!” With that, Y/N hung up. Sighing deeply as she reached over to the counter, unzipping her bag to stuff her phone in. “William, hurry your ass up before I make you take the bus!!” Y/N shouted through the house.

A thump and a small crash were heard from the teenager’s room, along with a shout “God dammit!” A moment later, an out-of-breath Billy appeared. “Okay, okay, I’m coming, stop yelling!”

Y/N pulled off the road and into a spot in front of her brothers school entrance, her Jeep coming to a stop. "You got everything you need, bud?" She asked Billy, who was gathering his bag and stuffing his phone in his pocket.

"Yep, got everything," he replied, shoving the last one or two of his items into his bag before slinging it over his shoulder along with his duffel bag of football gear. He turned to look at his sister, his expression going a little more serious. "You're gonna be alright, yeah?"

“I’ll be alright, kiddo. Don’t worry about me” Y/N smiled at her little brothers worrying, reassuring him as she ruffled his hair. Billy brushed away her hand with a huff, fixing his hair to look cool. "Yeah, yeah. I know you've got it all under control" He glanced at a friend and fellow jock in the distance who was calling out his name, motioning him to come over.

"Okay, I've gotta go. See ya after school." He said, making to exit the vehicle. “Whoops!” Y/N called out, honking her horn twice before patting her cheek with her index finger. Billy grumbled, rolling his eyes but leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on her cheek before rushing away and joining his friend. "You suck!" He shouted over his shoulder, running backwards.

“Love you too!!” Y/N laughed as she pulled out, now on her way to work. She took a deep breath as her mind wondered to how she was gonna face work, the ringing of her phone in her bag interrupting her thoughts.

Y/N reached one-handed into her bag and dug through the contents, a few pens, some snacks, her wallet, receipts, and… finally, her phone. She pulled it out, answering the call without checking to see who it was. "Hello?"

"Hey, beautiful" A low, smooth voice purred with a hint of mischief through the speaker, her heart fluttered so of course, it was Dean. “Hey, stud” Y/N responded with equal desire as she navigated her way through the morning traffic.

Dean chuckled. "Stud, huh? I like the sound of that." His tone turned a bit more sultry, and she could clearly picture him in his office, phone pressed to his ear as he lazily sat at his desk. “You’re in work already, aren’t you?” She asked knowingly with a shake of her head.

“Mm, you know me too well” He responded, and over the line, she heard the sound of him leaning back in his chair. “I’ve been here for hours. This project is kicking my ass.”

“Mr. Alder already sent you a project? Jesus” She muttered as she pulled back onto the freeway. Dean let out an exhausted sigh. "Yep, and you know this project is a huge one. It's gonna take me and half the sales and marketing department months to complete at this rate," He sounded weary, defeated, and frustrated all at once.

“I’m on my way, send me an email of the file and I’ll see what I can do” She stated. He seemed to perk up at her statement. "You'd do that?" He asked, surprised and grateful. "Y/N, you don't even have to do that. I don't want you to have your work more swamped than it already is."

“Dean, it was my job from before to juggle my shit and yours. I can handle it” She chuckled, driving up the ramp into the parking structure at Sandover. "You're a lifesaver, doll." He responded with gratitude, the sound of some rustling heard over the line before he continued. "Look, I'll send you the file in ten minutes, and we can meet in my office. Okay?"

She nodded as she put her Jeep in park and unbuckled her seatbelt, “Alright, I’m in the structure right now. I'll get you some coffee and breakfast because I know you haven’t had any yet” She responded in a knowing tone as she took the keys out of her ignition and grabbed her purse, pressing her phone to her shoulder and ear.

"Oh yeah? And how do you know that, huh?" He responded in a teasing tone, but she knew he was secretly grateful that she was looking out for him. “Maybe I’m psychic” She teased back as she exited her car, making her way to the coffee shop down the street from the building.

“I wouldn’t mind you using an ESP thing to read my mind” He responded, his voice taking on a more sultry tone that gave her goosebumps. “Maybe then you can see and hear all the things I wanna do to you when we get home” He continued, the underlying promise in his voice was enough to dampen her panties at 9 am.

“Goodbye, Mr. Smith” She playfully scoffed. "You'll need to keep that attitude in check, Ms. L/N" He retorted with a cocky tone, Y/N rolled her eyes at this as she pushed the door to the already busy coffee shop inwards before muttering. “Yeah, yeah. I love you, baby” She sent a kiss through the receiver before hanging up.

Y/N stepped through the elevator, coffee in one hand and a muffin in the other as she made her way down the hall towards Dean's office. As she walked past, she could faintly hear a few people whisper and murmur upon seeing her, which was expected.

Trying to ignore it, she was quick in her steps towards Dean’s office, gently knocking on the door. The door cracked open slightly and she heard a muffled “Come in,” from the other side before she pushed the door open and stepped into his office, shutting it behind her.

Dean looked up from behind his desk and his expression went from tired and frustrated to pleased upon seeing her enter. “You’ve barely been here a few hours and you already look beat” She said in a concerned motherly tone as she handed Dean his breakfast.

Dean chuckled and took the food from her, setting down on his desk and taking a large bite out of the muffin. He mumbled an “I know” through a full mouth, letting out a sigh with a frown, sinking back into his chair. “Did you send me the file? I’ll take a look at it now” She said, clutching her satchel with her laptop.

He nodded as he took another bite of the muffin, his eyes fluttering shut as he chewed. He opened them again and used the mouse to click on his computer mouse, opening a folder he’d sent to Y/N’s laptop.

“There you go. I marked where exactly I left off. Take a look at it and let me know what you think. I’m gonna go insane at this rate” Dean said, motioning to the many papers and sticky notes that littered his desk.

“Alright, I’m gonna go start on those now.” She nodded firmly, making her way to the door. “Call me if you need anything” With that, she blew him a kiss and exited his office, shutting the door behind her.

He caught the kiss with his hand, pressing it to his heart, smiling as he watched her exit his office. His eyes stayed on the door for a few moments, letting out a small sigh before sitting up straight and focusing on the file.

Y/N stepped out into the hallway, the whispers only getting louder, more intense as soon as she left the office. She did her best to ignore the glances and murmurs, but it was hard to fully tune them out.

She made her way over to her new office that she was appointed when she got promoted and set her purse down, before she pulled her laptop out of her satchel and sat down at her desk. Opening the file Dean had sent her, she got started immediately.

She continued to focus intensely on the work in front of her for hours. It was nearing the end of office hours now and Y/N had the beginnings of a headache. She let out a frustrated sigh as she sat back in her chair, gently rubbing at her temple.

Checking the time, she realized that her brother would be out of football practice soon so she shot him a quick text.

Y/N: | Hey bud, swamped at work. Can one of your friends take you home?

She waited a few moments and a few seconds later, a text from Billy popped up.

Billy: | Yeah sis no worries, my friend said I could stay at her place for a few hours. We’re gonna study for our history quiz.

Y/N’s brows shot up at the ‘her’ in his message, Billy never mentioned a girl before so she was intrigued.

Y/N: | Her??? Does this ‘her’ have a name? (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Billy: | Oh my God, chill MOM. She’s just a girl in my class. I think her name is… Jenny or something.

Y/N chuckled at the message.

Y/N: | Yeah yeah, whatever. Just make sure to wrap it, I don’t need any of your spawns eating my food. Love you! xx

Billy: | OH MY GOD, YOU’RE THE WORST. I’m never texting you again. Bye. Love you more. -_-

Y/N chuckled again as she put her phone away. Billy could be a pain in the ass, but she loved him regardless. She checked the time again, noting that it was now nearly 4pm. She stretched in her chair, feeling her shoulders pop and crack as she did.

A knock on the door interrupted her stretching, “Come in!” She called out after repositioning herself. Expecting it to be Dean but it was not. Instead, it was one of her coworkers.

“Hi, Ms. L/N. Sorry if I’m bothering you. I was actually wondering if I could talk to you” Katie said, fidgeting on her feet in front of Y/N’s office door. “Sure, Katie. What’s up?” Y/N asked politely, she leaned forward, resting her forearms against the desk, her fingers interlocked. "Everything okay?"

Katie, a young woman with dark brown hair, a small freckled nose, and bright brown eyes, shifted her weight from one leg to the other as she stood in front of Y/N's desk. She was younger than Y/N by a bit, fresh out of highschool, working as a trainee sales rep under Y/N and had only been working at Sandover for a few weeks.

"Y-Yeah, everything's fine I guess. It's just that..." She began, biting her lip as she broke eye contact with Y/N. “I’m not trying to be a snitch, but people have been saying some really nasty stuff about you. And I know I haven’t known you very long, but it’s getting kinda out of hand. Some of the girls are making nasty comments in our group chat and honestly, as a woman. I couldn’t stand by and see another woman be so bashed for being in love.” Katie blurted out, pushing up the glasses framing her face.

Y/N’s eyes widened at the statement as her heart dropped a bit. She knew that the talk was growing but not to the point they’re talking about it in the group chat. Her gut twisted a bit as Katie’s words sunk in. Her mind was spinning, trying to take in everything that had just been said.

“Well, thank you very much Katie. I appreciate your honesty and I will have it dealt with” She sweetly, her voice tight and restrained as she tried to hold her composure.

Katie nodded and smiled sadly in response, “Of course, I just didn’t want them to go too far, you know? And I’m not the only one here who thinks that their gossiping is wrong, but no one has stepped up to tell them how wrong it is.” She continued as she shuffled again.

“Honestly, I think it’s cute and sweet how you and Mr. Smith are together.” Katie continued, her cheeks tinted a bit red as she admitted. “You two are good together.”

Y/N smiled gratefully at the young girl's compliment, “Thank you so much, it honestly feels good to hear someone say something nice” She chuckled, shaking her head. “Is that all?”

Katie nodded in response. “Yeah, that’s all. I know you’re busy with everything with Mr. Smith. I was just worried.” Katie responded, her expression serious. She offered a small reassuring smile. “Have a nice evening, Ms. L/N” With that, she shuffled out of her office, shutting the door behind her as she left.

Y/N let out heavy breath as she leaned back against her chair, rubbing her temple again as she processed. “Fuck my life” Y/N groaned before pushing herself up from her seat. She could feel herself needing to tinkle as she hadn’t left her office since morning, not even for lunch.

She made her way to the bathrooms, still deep in her thoughts. As she walked down the hallway, her heart was heavy as the speculations of what people were saying followed her the entire way.

Y/N did her best to pay no mind to them, pushing the door to the bathroom and going straight for an unoccupied stall.As she did her business, she tried not to focus on the voices she could hear coming from the next stall. Two other females had entered the bathroom after her and were chatting back and forth and she could hear every word they were saying.

Her heart dropped again, the conversation they were having immediately catching her attention.

Two of her female coworkers had entered the bathroom as Y/N had been sitting in her stall. One of the girls had a more higher pitched voice, while the other had a lower, more mature tone. As they stood at the sinks, fixing their makeup, they began to chat back and forth.

“Did you hear about Dean Smith and Y/N?” The higher pitched girl questioned the sound of her mascara wand clacking against the tube as she applied a fresh coat to her eyelashes.

Lord, not this again. Do they seriously not have anything better to talk about? Y/N groaned internally.

The other girl let out a scoff and shook her head. “I did. Honestly, it’s all anyone has been talking about the past week. I bet it’ll be over by the end of the month and then another rumor will start up. They always do.” The more mature girl said as she swiped on a coat of nude lipstick.

Thank you random girl. Y/N thought and she wiped herself.

The first girl rolled her eyes and let out a sharp scoff. “It just doesn’t make any sense. I mean, he’s so high up and she’s just some measly little secretary. It’s pathetic that he’s even giving her the time of day.” She sneered as she applied more concealer on a blemish on her face.

Yeah, nope. This is nothing happening. Y/N scoffed internally before zipping up her pants and pushing her stall door open.

“Actually, it’s Junior Director of Sales and Marketing. Aka, your freaking boss” She stated, putting up a finger before burying her hands into her cardigan pockets. The two girls froze, the realization of who was in the other stall finally setting in. Their eyes widened and a light blush tinted their cheeks as they stared at Y/N.

“Ms. L/N...We uhh…” The higher pitched girl began, her voice coming out an octave higher than normal. “Oh, so now it’s Ms. L/N. I thought it was ‘measly little secretary?’ ” Y/N scoffed bitterly, air quoting the girl's words before crossing her arms over her chest as she tilted her head, eying the two girls.

Both girls averted their eyes to the floor, their faces burning with embarrassment. The higher pitched girl stuttered a bit, clearly struggling to form a proper sentence. Y/N could see their cheeks burn a brighter shade of pink as they squirmed in front of her.

“We didn’t-”

“It was just-”

The two girls tried to speak, but Y/N placed a hand upwards, palm facing them, in a gesture to, ‘Shut the fuck up’.

They both obeyed, immediately going silent. Both of them could feel themselves shrinking under Y/N’s gaze, the intimidation seeping through it as she crossed her arms over her chest again.

“You both should know better than to engage in inappropriate conversation about someone’s personal life around a professional environment.” Y/N said firmly, her tone cold and harsh.

“Not that who I sleep with is any of your business, but would you like it if I aired out your dirty laundry out in the office?” The two girls stayed silent and shook their heads. “I have half a mind to report you two to HR and Mr. Alder for defamation” Y/N scoffed in disgust, raising both her brows. The promise was empty because HR wouldn’t really give a damn, but they didn’t know that.

They both looked to be on the verge of tears, which Y/N would be lying if she said it didn’t give her satisfaction seeing them like this.

“We’re sorry, Ms. L/N.” They both said in unison, their voices small as they avoided looking at her entirely. Y/N snapped her fingers in front of both their faces, “Hey, eyes up here” She pointed to her eyes in a stern tone.

They both obeyed, lifting their heads to meet Y/N’s eyes with their own. They still squirmed uncomfortably, shifting their weight from one leg to the other like children being scolded by their parents.

Y/N gaze softened, “Girls, I’m not gonna report you. I’m not some bitch that’s gonna run to Mr. Alder and rat you out. Just don’t let yourselves get intertwined in gossip” She said softly, her demeanor shifting from one of a stern parent to a gentle parenting approach.

The two girls’ eyes widened a fraction as Y/N’s demeanor changed, their surprise showing on their faces as she began to speak more gently. They both nodded silently, their heads shifting down again.

“Yes, Ms. L/N.” The lower pitched girl said, her voice hoarse. “We understand.” The higher pitched girl added, her words soft.

Y/N nodded in response to the girl’s words, satisfied with their response. “Good,” she answered simply. She paused for a moment, contemplating if she should say anything else. “Now, I expect you both to keep this incident under wraps, understood?” She stated, her tone once again firm.

The two girls nodded in response, their heads bobbing up and down in agreement. “Yeah, sure, of course” The higher pitched girl answered quickly, eager to get on Y/N’s good side again.

With that, y/n gave the two girls a firm nod and exited the bathroom. Making a beeline to Dean’s office. The hallway was mostly empty as Y/N walked down it to Dean’s office. A couple of employees could be seen walking down corridors here and there, but for the most part it was a ghost town as evening approached.

She let out a shaky sigh as she approached the familiar door with Dean’s name plaque, her heart heavy. She raised her knuckles and rapped gently on the door. It only took a second for Dean’s voice to come through the door, “Come in!”

Y/N sighed, the sound of his voice already making her feel a bit better. With that, she stepped forward and opened the door. “Can I talk to you?” She said in a low tone, closing the door behind her.

Dean glanced up as Y/N entered, his expression hardening a bit as he took in the look on her face. He knew something was wrong. “Yeah, of course you can. What’s going on? Is everything alright?” He responded, his tone instantly switching to a more gentle one.

Y/N’s lips pressed into a thin line, the tough and stern demeanor she had earlier with the girls faltered as she pushed her way over to Dean in his chair, wrapping her arms around his neck and settling in his lap so he didn't see her teary eyes.

Surprise crossed over Dean’s face as Y/N suddenly made her way over and curled into his lap. He tensed up at the unexpected action, but quickly relaxed as she settled against his chest.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, rubbing her back and he could feel her body trembling against him slightly. He leaned his forehead against her temple, his voice coming out a gentle whisper.

“What happened, baby?”

“I- I- fuck” She stuttered, her shoulders shaking a bit as she stifled back sobs. Dean’s heart ached as he felt Y/N’s body shake, immediately wrapping both of his arms around her and pulling her even closer to him.

“Shh, it’s okay. You can tell me. You’re okay” He quietly assured, his hand rubbing her back in a gentle manner. He hated seeing her like this. “I thought I could take it. But I don’t know if I can” She sniffled, lifting her head from his neck to wipe her tears.

Dean winced as he saw her tears, his stomach twisting seeing her like this. He lifted his hand up and cupped her face gently, his thumb caressing her cheek as he looked into her eyes.

He knew the rumors and speculations had been getting worse and he could see they were having a bigger effect on her than he thought. “I-I mean, one of my sales reps, Katie, came and told me that they’re slandering me in the office group chat and then when I went to the bathroom. Two of my other sales reps were gossiping about it in the bathroom. One girl called me a ‘measly little secretary’. Like what the fuck?”

Rage immediately flared in Dean as he took in Y/N’s words. He could feel his jaw clenching as he resisted the urge to punch a hole in the wall. His arm instinctively wrapped tighter around her waist, pulling her even closer.

He was furious. How dare they say those things about her? He could feel his blood boiling at the mere thought of it. “I told them I wouldn’t report them to Mr. Alder and gave them a stern warning but that isn��t gonna stop anyone else. I get it, I’m nailed to the cross as the office slut but fuck man” She groaned, covering her face with her hands.

“You’re not an ‘office slut’” Dean’s voice came out through gritted teeth, anger evident in his tone as he spoke. It took all the willpower he had not to go and track down the two girls right then and there and give them a piece of his mind.

He lifted his hand again and gently pulled her own away from her face, forcing her to look at him. She scoffed with a shake of her head, “Be for real, Dean. Think about how this looks. I’ve been working here for a much shorter time than half the staff. And then I get promoted. Then the following week a picture comes out of us together before my promotion. We’ve talked about how it looks, I can’t say I blame them”

“You worked your ass off to get that promotion. And you didn’t get that position because you’re dating me, you got it cause you’re damn good at your job.” Dean shot back, his voice coming out a bit harsher than he intended.

He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. He hated hearing her talk like that about herself . Y/N slumped in his lap again, curling up to bury her head in his chest. “When will it endddd?” She whined, the vibrations of her voice sending a rumbling feeling through Dean’s body.

Dean huffed out a soft chuckle at her whining, his hand moving from the back of her head, gently running his fingers through her hair. He leaned down slightly, resting his cheek against the top of her head. “I don’t know, doll. But it will, okay?” He said softly, his fingers on his other hand rubbing soothing circles against her back.

“Well, they could say whatever, but I’ve got one thing they’ll never have” She sighed, gripping his shirt. Dean raised an eyebrow quizzically, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “What’s that?” He asked, his voice coming out a soft whisper. He tilted his head against hers, his gaze fixed on her.

“A hot kickass boyfriend..” She grinned widely, leaning upwards to whisper in his ear, “..with an amazing cock” She added in a low sultry tone. Dean’s breath hitched, his heart rate shooting through the roof. His cheeks reddened at her words and he cursed the way her voice affected him.

A low rumble escaped his chest. “Y/N…” he warned, his voice coming out a bit hoarse. “Yes, Mr. Smith?” She mused, tugging at her bottom lip with her teeth, looking up at him through her lashes as she toyed with his tie between her fingers.

Dean groaned, his grip tightening on her waist as he looked down at her. His heart thudded hard against his chest as she toyed with his tie, her expression innocent but the look in her eyes anything but. He could feel his skin growing warm and he had to resist the urge to throw her over his desk right now.

He swallowed hard, his eyes locking with hers. “You are such a damn tease” he whispered, unable to look away from her. “And you love it” She chuckled, repositioning herself on his lap so she’s now straddling him. Y/N settled her hands on his shoulders, rocking her hips against his in a way it seemed unintentional but it was very, very intentional.

Dean grunted as she repositioned herself, his hands reflexively gripping her hips, a low hiss coming through his lips as she moved against him. His head fell back slightly, his eyes locked on her as his lips parted. “Y/N…” he let out, trying to keep his voice steady.

He watched her intently, his eyes darkening as she rocked her hips against his. He couldn't help the growl that rumbled in his chest, his grip on her hips tightening. “Fuck, doll..." his voice was rough, filled with lust.

His hands slid lower, grabbing onto her ass and squeezing it firmly. The movement caused his hardening cock to press harder against her, making her gasp. His eyes flickered down to where their bodies met, watching her reaction closely.

“Distract me, daddy. Make me forget what awful things they’re saying” She whimpered into his ear before connecting her mouth to his neck. A low moan vibrated from deep within Dean’s chest as she whispered against his ear. He hissed in pleasure as she bit down lightly on his neck, his hands gripping her ass tighter. "Happy to oblige, sweetheart" he muttered, his voice husky with desire.

His fingers dug into her flesh as he guided her movements, grinding her hips against his throbbing erection. The friction sent sparks of pleasure coursing through his veins, making his head spin. "That’s it... just like that" he encouraged, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the sensation.

Y/N continued to rock her hips against his, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands on her body. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she felt his cock pressing against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. She nipped at his neck again, sucking on the sensitive skin there before pulling back slightly to whisper in his ear. "I want more, Daddy."

She lifted off of his lap slightly, just enough for her to grab hold of his belt buckle. She started undoing it slowly, teasing both of them as she did so. When his pants were fully off, she quickly undid her pants.

Dean cursed under his breath as she teased him, his patience wearing thin. Once she finally managed to get his pants off, he wasted no time in lifting himself up, pressing her onto his desk. Spreading her legs to fully expose her before him.

He lowered his hand to cup her pussy. He found her dripping wet, which only served to heighten his arousal. He circled her clit with his thumb, applying gentle pressure as his fingers teased her slit. "So fucking wet already" he murmured appreciatively. "You need Daddy's cock that badly?" He punctuated his words.

Y/N cried out loudly, arching her back as Dean touched her sensitive folds. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, her knuckles turning white. "Yes, please!" she whined desperately, squirming beneath his touch.

Her hips jerked upwards, seeking more stimulation. She needed him inside her, filling her completely. Her other hand reached down to palm his thick shaft through his boxers, stroking it eagerly. All she wanted was to be fucked hard and thoroughly until she screamed. Her orgasm was building rapidly, threatening to overwhelm her senses.

Only Dean's cock would provide the relief she craved. Anything else would be unsatisfying in comparison. The sight of her squirming beneath him, begging for him, drove Dean wild. He slipped his fingers deeper into her slick heat, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside her. At the same time, he pressed his thumb harder against her swollen clit.

"You're gonna come all over my fingers first, doll" he promised, his voice rough with lust. He pumped his fingers faster, increasing the intensity of his strokes. "Can you do that for me? You gonna be a good girl and cum for me first?”

"Oh god, yes! Please, I'm so close!" Y/N panted, her body trembling with the force of her impending climax. Her inner walls clenched around Dean's thrusting fingers, drawing him deeper as she rode the wave of pleasure he was creating.

Dean clamped a hand over her mouth, “As much as I would love for everyone to know you’re my little slut, and only mine. You’re gonna get us caught” Dean growled, hammering his fingers into her soppy cunt.

“Please, please. I can’t take it.” She mumbled against his hand, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Dean pulled his fingers out of her suddenly, leaving her empty and wanting. He lifted her up, spinning her around to face the desk as he positioned himself behind her. Gripping her hips, he notched the tip of his cock at her entrance.

"You want my cock? Then take it like a good little slut" he commanded, slamming into her without warning. He set a brutal pace, pounding into her relentlessly. Each powerful thrust made her body jolt forward, her breasts slapping against the desktop.

The sound of skin meeting skin, mixed with her high-pitched cries of pleasure, filled the room. Dean leaned over her, covering her back with his chest as he continued to fuck her hard and fast. One hand snaked around to pinch and tug at her nipple while the other slid down to rub circles on her clit.

Y/N cried out loudly as Dean entered her, her back arching sharply. The sudden fullness was intense, bordering on painful but she welcomed it nonetheless. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the desk, knocking over papers and pens in her desperation.

"Yes, fuck! Harder, Daddy!" she begged, her hips pushing back to meet his fierce thrusts. The desk rattled violently underneath them, shaking with the force of Dean's powerful strokes. “Goddamn, you’re so wet," Dean groaned, his breath hot against her ear as he kept up his relentless pace.

His free hand traveled down to squeeze her ass cheek, giving it a firm slap, hard enough to leave a mark. “Please, don’t stop!” Y/N pleaded, her voice hitching with each deep thrust. She could feel her orgasm approaching quickly now, spurred on by the intensity of Dean's touch and the sheer dominance he displayed over her body.

One of Dean’s hands reached around to clamp her mouth again while the other found its way around her throat, squeezing the sides of his neck while his cock disappeared in and out of her.

“Begging for it, aren’t ya?” Dean chuckled, his voice low and raspy. He tightened his grip on her throat, cutting off her air supply just enough to make her dizzy with pleasure. “You wanna come, baby?” He growled.

“Yes, please, let me cum!” Y/N choked out, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. The combination of having her throat squeezed and being fucked mercilessly was driving her insane with lust. Dean released her throat, allowing her to gasp in a desperate breath. He then leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke in a low, seductive tone. "Under one condition."

“Anything, anything at all,” Y/N breathed heavily, her entire body quivering with anticipation. "I’m the only one who gets to call you a slut. Do you hear me?" Dean demanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, sir. I’m your dirty little slut,” Y/N whimpered, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She had never been this submissive before, but something about Dean brought out an entirely new side of her. "You don’t call yourself that" Dean affirmed, “Not you—“ He gave her a hard deep thrust, “Not some little sales rep—“ He grunted with another thrust, “Not even God himself. Only me. Understood?”

Y/N nodded frantically, tears of pleasure pricking at the corners of her eyes. “Only you, Daddy. I understand.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, overwhelmed by the intensity of their encounter. She felt so small, so insignificant compared to Dean's raw power and dominance. And yet, she craved more. More of his control, more of his possession. She was utterly lost to him, body and soul.

"Good girl," Dean praised, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. He rewarded her obedience by rubbing her clit harder, the added stimulation pushing her closer to the edge. "Now come for me, doll. Let go and give me everything."

With those words, he slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his own release overtook him. His hot seed spilled inside her, coating her walls. The sensation was too much for Y/N to handle, and she came undone with a scream of pure ecstasy.

Y/N's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her vision going white as every nerve ending in her body lit up with pleasure. She convulsed around Dean's cock, milking him for every last drop as she rode out the intense waves of her climax.

Tears streamed down her face as she trembled and shook, completely consumed by the overwhelming sensations. She had never experienced such a mind-blowing orgasm before, and she knew instinctively that no one else could ever make her feel this way. Dean owned her, body and soul, and she reveled in his complete domination over her.

As the aftershocks slowly subsided, Y/N collapsed forward onto the desk, utterly spent. Her legs felt like jelly and her heart raced erratically in her chest.

[creatingblackcharacters]

Also gonna send my criticisms of The Walking Dead TV show's treatment of Black characters as a separate ask.

So, to put it simply. The Walking Dead show has a horrible tendency of killing off its Black characters. Like, to the point it's a semi-common joke/theory that they have a quota on how many Black characters they can have.

Spoilers for most of the TV show, continue at your own risk

At the start of the show, we have two Black characters; Jacqui and T-dog. Jacqui only appears in the first season (7 episodes). She had very little presence in the show, only showing up for brief dialogue or to guide the other characters. She dies comforting a (white) man, who she decided to not leave alone in his final moments.

T-dog lasts three seasons (22 episodes) and gets more time in the spotlight. He's quiet, compassionate, and very selfless, the kind of guy who spent the early days of the apocalypse transporting old people to safety in a church van.

He also gets called the n-word and is beaten horribly within the first few episodes by Merle (...who is widely loved by the fandom despite this). T-dog still attempts to save Merle's life later, as Merle was, himself beaten up and cuffed to a pipe after committing a hate crime.

Throughout most of the series he's a pretty regular good guy. He's resistant to hurting people (even in self defense), he helps out other survivors, very normal stuff.

Then he dies while saving another (white) character.

Then we meet Big Tiny, Andrew, and Oscar, a trio of Black prisoners. Big Tiny dies almost instantly. Andrew is killed by Oscar. Oscar is killed during a rescue mission for two other characters (one white).

Then we meet Bob! He's another normal, decent man, doesn't stand out much. Then he's bitten by a zombie and has his leg eaten by (mostly white) cannibals. Tyreese puts him out of his misery.

Tyreese and Sasha are a pair of siblings. Sasha survives for most of the show, Tyreese survives a couple seasons. He's strong, protective, quiet, and wise. He beats up zombies with a hammer, pretty cool.

He is bitten by a zombie and dies not long after a new Black character is introduced.

That brings us to Noah; he's polite, helpful, intelligent, and interested in architecture. He even builds a close friendship with another member of the main cast.

Then a white man sacrifices him to zombies to survives. And he just... kinda allows it so the other guy present can survive.

Let's not forget about Sasha. She gets a pretty long run on the show; she's loyal, practical, has strong morals, is a great leader, and is amazing with a gun. She even has a couple romance arcs... one with Bob (the guy who got eaten), and the other is a man who is violently beaten to death in front of her.

She commits suicide and becomes a zombie to avenge her second boyfriend (who was white), attempting to bite the man who killed him.

I'm sure you can see the pattern... Black characters die and are replaced by a shiny new Black character. When they die, it's often directly connected to a white character.

If I remember right... around three Black main characters made it to the end of the show.

In comparison, three of the four Telltale games put their Black characters front and centre (the third game stars a Latino man, but a Black girl is still the deuteragonist). These characters are varied, loved by their peers, people sacrifice for them, people want to save them.

Well I guess I have no interest in ever watching this, huh 🤣 my reactions

Jacqui: 🙄 of course

T-Dog: shoulda left dude stuck to that pipe. Let a zombie get him, even. How do you find time to be racist during a zombie apocalypse? Nah, I'd let him die. He better than me.

Big Tiny, Andrew, and Oscar: here one moment gone the next

Bob: poor Bob 😭

Tyreese and Sasha: no, Tyreese 😭

Noah: is Noah the one that was played by Tyler James Williams?? Where he got caught in the spinning door? Because I remember that shit! I remember being HORRIFIED bc omg that's 1) Chris and 2) WHY IS HE DYING?? 3) now im scared of revolving doors

Sasha: 🙄🙄🙄🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️ now Sasha. Girl.

That is too much lmao damn.

[vulpinesaint]

i don't talk about alucard castlevania very often because the last season of castlevania was so bad to me that i just don't engage with the show anymore like that but make no mistake. i have many thoughts and opinions on that man.

[spocksgotemotions]

one of my pet peeves as a teacher of toddlers is when kids always come in very put together outfits that their parents pick out. Tatum’s favorite color is teal, why is she coming in in these dusty pinks and browns everyday??? AND LET HER HAVE POCKETS. I asked her what she’d want me to make her as a gift and she said pockets!! She likes her leggings but she likes having pockets more! She likes to put her hands in them cause she’s shy!!