#ill match your freak i promise

[fallingbutnotforyou]

INTRODUCTION!!

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~~intro post~~

hello loves!! here's an introduction post about ME :D

you can call me shivani, shiv, or literally any random ass nickname you make up because I LOVE NICKNAMES OMG

january aquarius :p

REMUS AND REG KINNIE!!!!!!!! (heavy on moony <3)

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pronouns>>> she/they

sexuality>>> bisexual

age>>> 17 (AKA a MINOR guys, a MINOR)

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unfortunatley i'm from TEXAS but its ok because so many cool people start off there (cough cough, conan gray). my favorite colours are burgundy/maroon, and navy blue! my favorite food is PASTA i go crazy for some italian oml. my favorite movie is harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban, and my favorite book is they both die at the end (i'm a sucker for some angst urghhhh)

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a special thank you to @im-ur-sleep-paralysis-demon for letting me use their intro as a template ILYYYYY <3

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fav singers/bands :)))))

conan gray, chappell roan, girl in red, arctic monkeys, lana del rey, the smiths, the neighborhood, ricky montgomery, tv girl, billie eilish, mitski, laufey, AND MOREEE

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TY FOR READINGGG DM'S ARE ALWAYS OPEN POOKIES I LOVE MAKING NEW FRIENDS!!!

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[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: enemies to lovers, past bullying, reformed bully x victim

♡ fem reader

“No way.” You shake your head—face warped in something akin to disgust. Judging him for even asking, glaring in disbelief at him and what dangles from the clothing hanger in his hand. He couldn't be serious.

“Come on, please, for me?” he pleads, downright pleads. But there’s no way.

“No.” You say more firmly, planting both hands on your tilted hips. “I don’t get what you’re thinking, but it’s not exactly a time in our lives I want to relive.”

He pouts and sags a little where he stands, clasping his hands together in prayer, making the ill-taste outfit swing. “Oh, come on, it won’t be the same as then,” he promises with zero believability backing him. He even dares smile as he spouts the bullshit in his next words, “It’ll be like therapy. Let’s reframe your trauma together.”

You scoff. He’s unbelievable. “You’re stupid.”

He feigns feeling insulted. “I’m serious!”

“You always said I looked like trash in that—no way I’m not putting it on,” you dismiss.

But then he gets down on his knees. Hands still together as if in worship. Looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. “I was lying through my teeth back then—you know that! I’ll be honest this time around. Tell you exactly how often I had to change my pants because of you—”

“Ew, stop.” You can’t believe the spectacle he’s creating—such a drama queen—and all for getting you to put on a make-shift copy of your old high-school uniform.

“Come one, pretty, pretty, pretty please?” He shuffles forward on his knees until he’s right by your feet—bottom lip jutting out in his pout. “The prettiest please?”

You look down at him—you mouth a prim pursed line, gritting your teeth to try and steal yourself. Grimacing at the outfit sprawled on his lap. There’s no way. Absolutely no way.

“Pretty please?” he continues, making you roll your eyes with a sigh.

“Fine,” you bite out but quickly add, “But you have to wear one, too.”

You think you’re being smart. But he only grins—a wicked little twinkle in his eye.

“Way ahead of you.”

From behind the outfit meant for you, he pulls forth a black gakuran to match.

Okay, so you hadn’t really thought he would have bought one for himself—you realize now the mistake in your speculation. Of course, he’d bought one for himself. But hold on… You raise your brow, folding your arms atop your chest. “And where’s the pants?”

“They didn’t have my size, but my sweats are already a good lookalike,” he explains away. “This doesn’t really fit either, but it won’t stay on for long, so’ doesn’t matter.”

He gets up and hastily pulls his shirt off of his head, then, with just as much enthusiasm, pulls the black school jacket on. And he’s right—his black sweatpants could pass for the old Tobi trousers he used to wear. All in all, it’s a sight for sore eyes. Looking at him feels just short of seeing his old high-school self.

“Come on. You said.” He holds out the rendition of your old uniform. “Get dressed.”

You regret conceding. But it’s too late to go back on your word now. Rolling your eyes, you receive the hanger with a sigh, “Oh, fine. Just this once, you freak.”

You get dressed without making much of a show. Leaving your current comfy outfit in an unceremonious pile, you pull the tacky articles on hastily. Black pleated skirt and sailor blouse with a little red bow sash—there’s even a pair of knee-high socks to go with it. As a grown-up, it’s utterly humiliating having to wear it now.

But he doesn’t seem to share your discomfort. Only groaning, “Damn. There she is—my prettiest little junior~”

You ball your skirt in your fists. Glancing up at him only to look down again, fixing your gaze to the floor. Heat in your face. Mumbling, “This is weird—you look dumb.”

“Oh yeah?” his voice curls with newfound enjoyment. “Well, you don’t look a day older.”

He comes closer, and oh god—you don’t know why you’re so nervous. But fuck—you feel like your back in time—back in time when you were a sorry loser getting picked on, and he was… he was a—

“Perv,” you manage to say. Though, that’s not really the word you’d been thinking.

He chuckles, so close now that he also starts to play with the hem of your skirt. “That’s for damn sure.” Agreeing, he hums, “Only for you though. So’s fine.”

He bends down and finds your neck with his tongue and teeth—his hand traveling up under your skirt without further ado.

“Hey,” you protest, wringing his ill-fitting jacket in both fists, hauling him off. And even though it makes him look back at you like a kicked puppy, you don’t let it get to you as you scold him, “Thought we were reframing my trauma. At this rate, you’re just itching to make me relive it.”

He tries giving you one of his innocent smiles. “Oh?” His arms curl around your waist, pulling you close—chest to chest—simpering while leering down at you, voice in a purr, “It won’t be any fun if I can’t bully you a little bit like I used to.”

He tries leaning down to catch your lips, but you push him away. Breaking free, then scoffing, “Tch, if that’s how you’re gonna play this, then have fun beating off on your own.”

“But—” He starts, but you’re already on your way to leave the room. Hooking two fingers into the band of your skirt, he stops you and spins you back, now all mopey and sorry, “I’m sorry, don’t go, princess—how about we one-eighty it, and I tell you all the reasons I love you? Will that make you humor me?”

He’s back to pleading.

And you can’t help the small smile it gives you. Muttering, “Maybe.”

He smiles giddily, too, “I love how pouty you can be sometimes.”

Your brows furrow, “Hey!” That’s not a compliment.

But he only laughs and continues, “And I love your snippy little tsundere attitude.”

“Those are both insults, you tit—” you argue, but he doesn’t care, hugging you close, lifting you off your feet before falling with you down on the bed. Hanging over you, he admires every inch of your perfect body tucked into that cute little uniform he used to make fun of because he was scared of how silly you made him feel.

“I love how you tell me off.”

Deciding to face his fears was the best decision he’d ever made.

“I love how you look at me.”

It’s crazy to think you’re here with him still, after all these years.

“I love how you put up with me, how you make all my wishes come true—how, even though I don’t deserve you, you stay with me anyway—how you’re mine even though I’m a scumbag.”

You’re eyes soften under his speech. For all his tactlessness, he can also be really quite sweet. You raise both hands, reaching out to cup his face—beholding the softness in his eyes—that way he looks at you. It makes your chest stir.

“You’re not that bad,” you confess, pulling him down to tease his lips with yours.

Kissing you once, he accredits you, “That’s ‘cause you make me a better man.”

You smile and kiss him again, then resume your teasing, “Don't get ahead of yourself. You’re still a boy.”

He lifts and raises a brow down at you in retaliation, “Is that so?” And oh no, you recognize that look.

“Well, this boy is feeling hormonal and horny and just raring to go—” he overplays. Gasping, “And what do you know? How lucky!” He lowers himself again, then starts peppering kisses all over your face in between words, “I’ve got this perfect little high-school sweetheart lying here all up for the taking—”

♡ BNHA – Hawks, Dabi, Bakugou, ♡ JJK – Gojo, really silly in-love Sukuna ♡ HQ – Kuro, Atsumu ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Sanemi ♡ WB – Suo, Togame

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[lwyikas]

francis forever ft miya atsumu

w:angst but with little sprinkle of pure love, death

"I don't think I could stand to be where you don't see me"

“Did she cry after i left?”

"Yes but she fall asleep after playing with her toys ”

“I wont be late mom,is there anything you want me to get?”

“No honey, just drive carefully”

After muttering something similar to “i will”, he put the phone in his pocket.He would love to bring your daughter to anniversary you two, but he couldn’t afford to risk her getting sick. Although he was dressed thickly, he was quite cold, he didn’t have enough gasoline to turn on heater. He forgot to stop by petrol. He was sentenced to sit in the cold because he was confused. His head was always messy anyway. He blows hot air into his hands and rubs it, took bouquet of roses from next seat and got out of the car.

Here we go again

and autumn comes when you're not yet done with the summer passing by

The cold breeze of October, which he hated while walking with slow steps, made him startle. Unlike you, he hates autumn, anymore. Rain, wind are shitty mud everywhere, according to him, there is no side to make any beautification of them but he likes days when weather matches his mood. Partly, if the weather was sunny on a shitty day, his nerves would be more.

When he reached you he stops. Sighing, he left bouquet on dried soil. Sits on cold marble, he put his hands on his chin and brokes silence after short wait.

“I’m here, dear”

silence, all he hears is hum of the wind

“I’m sorry, there weren’t any white roses you loved, so i bought red ones”

silence

I end up on a tree-lined place I look up at the gaps of sunlight

He squeezes his jaw and turns his gaze to sky, he hates coming here to death, but except for his daughter, the last thing left of you is the tombstone. When he came to his grandfather’s grave when he was little, he would see people talking to the graves and wonder,is these people think how they looks from outside?

With his growth and maturation, he find out that this thought didn't mean a fuck. He had a painful process to found out but still did.

Stop it Atsumu, you’re not here to cry.

In a hurry takes out a paper from his jacket ”our daughter really loves draw, i can’t say she is very talented, but i thought you would still want”he put paper, which is small hand shapes and stick mens, under bouquet so it wouldn’t fly from wind.

“I’m sorry you heard this but she more and more looks like me every day, you lost bet” another pause “But i will never get that 10 dollar from you”

He passes his hand through blonde hair. It’s been two years, but pain still same like first day, it never goes away. He was never ready for this. You gave him many signals in last moments in your illness but he is stubborn man.

“I don’t freak out when we lose a match anymore” because now he knows that there so much things that will upset human more than losing a match. Not being able to witness your daughter’s first day at school, only he was there when he took her to park, chair you used to sit on was always empty while teaching her numbers at tkitchen table are a few of them.

“I just focus on the mistakes i made in match and i try not to make them in the next match” but he won’t have a chance to try not to make mistakes he made against you again.

no, today is your two’s wedding anniversary, 6 days later it’s your death anniversary,no negativity,even if his wife passed, he is still a married man who in love with her deeply.That wedding ring never comes out of his finger.

he miss you more than anything

It’s getting dark, before going home, he has to buy chocolates he promised to his daughter. Although he couldn’t keep all the promises he made to you,he must keep promises he made to her.

“See you gorgeous, don’t leave until i come next week” he doesn’t even find this funny.he leaving a kiss on tombstone, he gets in way towards his car. After getting into car, he leans his head against steering wheel and takes a deep breaths to recover.

When he comes home after stopping by convenience store,he don't ring bell just in case.His mother opens door,he gets inside.Leaving bag in his hand in the kitchen,he goes up stairs and watches from doorframe to his daughter sleep.

He’s liar asshole, this girl was definitely your copy.He slowly sits on the edge of her bed and gently strokes her hair so she doesn’t wake up.

When his vision starts to blur, his chest trembles and difficult to breathe, he cannot suppress his tears more.

i'm crying with him too

[f1nalboys]

Reunion - Frank (Adam Barrett)

Frank x Fem!AFAB!Reader

hiiiii guys >:)) i promise ill get to requests soon!!!!! i just was mentally being attacked by this freak and Needed to write something super quick for him!!!! lmk if anything is ooc for him, i did my darndest writing for him!!!! i hope u all enjoy and lmk if youre interested in me writing more for him!!!! ALSO!! i know his real name is adam but to make it easier for myself i just called him frank in the fic, lmk if u guys prefer that or using his actual name 😝 <3

WORD COUNT: 3190

WARNINGS: nsfw, vampire!frank, human!reader, oral (afab + amab recieving,) choking (to the point of nearly passing out), biting, slight blood play, slightest bit of scent play??, degradation and praise, handcuffs, restraints, face fucking, multiple orgasms (afab,) creampie, this was meant to be short and then i was attacked...., pain play, mating press, implication of more sex, brief mentions/threats of being fucked until you pass out but you are fully concious the entire time, proofread but u guys know me by now

Frank tilts his head, tongue gliding across razor sharp teeth, a sinister grin gracing his normally soft features. You watch him from your spot on the bed, handcuffs tight around both your wrists and the bedframe. Tugging at the restraints, you wince as the cool metal digs into your warm flesh, squirming when you feel Frank's gaze finally land on you. 

“Keep struggling and you’re gonna make yourself bleed.” Frank grins, the bed shifting with his weight as he sits down beside you. He’s still fully clothed, a far cry from your bare skin still covered in healed-over bite marks and a layer of sweat. He leans in, hand trailing up your stomach lightly, too lightly to feel good, his nose brushing against your wrist. Frank breathes in deeply and you watch as his eyes roll into the back of his head. “Fuck. Y’know what? Keep doing it. I want you to bleed.”

You whine, shaking your head. “Frank, c’mon, please!” 

“C’mon, please,” Frank mimics, fake pouting. You stay silent. When he was like this, all sharp teeth and sharp tongue, it was better to take whatever he was going to give you. A fight wouldn’t stop that. His hand trails up your chest, fingers calloused and rough, before landing on the base of your throat. His grip is loose, for now. “You always been this damn whiney or did this vampire shit give me better hearing?”

You swallow heavily. “I’m sorry.” You squeak and he grins, shaking his head. His hand grips your throat a bit tighter, feeling your pulse pumping heavily under his fingers. You watch his face as his eyes close. His breathing, which you learned he had to pretend to do after getting turned, matches your own. He stays like this a while, feeling your heart beat and the air fill and leave your lungs, feeling the humanity and life pump through your body on instinct. 

Frank didn’t miss many things about being human. He was stronger, faster, more agile, smarter, more ruthless, and so fucking powerful it could make your head spin. The things he didn't have anymore he could, for the most part, recreate it well enough. Breathing was now a conscious decision, one he only did when around other people. The sunlight thing didn’t bother him, only resulted in him moving to a city where the nightlife was more important than the daytime. The bloodlust was easy to satiate with his job. 

The one thing that he couldn't ignore or replicate, however, was a heartbeat. 

His chest felt empty, a dead thing lying there doing nothing but rotting away, maggots and fungi eating away at the carcass that was his humanity. On occasion, he’d find himself laying down, eyes closed, hand over his heart, imagining the thump of it, vibrating his chest, telling him and anyone who touched him that he was something, that he was alive. Your heartbeat was the closest thing to his own he could get to anymore. Frank loved to hear it quicken, skip a beat, change in its normal soothing rhythm, all due to him. Him and his hands, his tongue, his teeth, his words. 

Him.

Frank’s eyes open again, blue eyes dark, and he sighs, letting go of your throat. “Spread your legs.” His voice leaves no room for argument and you listen, your face growing hot from embarrassment at the wolf whistle he lets out. “So fuckin’ sexy, you know that? S’why I keep comin’ back.” He murmurs, leaning over and kissing you roughly. 

It’s too much, but everything Frank did was too much; he sprayed cologne until you felt like you were suffocating, he kissed you until your lips were bruised, he went down on you until you couldn't remember your name, he killed until he was covered in blood, he betrayed anyone and everyone who was dumb enough to trust him. Everyone but you. The only person he had stayed (mostly) gentle with, loyal too, was you.

Sure, he wouldn’t ever call himself your boyfriend, but he’d kill any guy you talked to and leave their decapitated head on your doorstep, fucking you into your mattress till you couldn't walk, and tell you that you were his. For now, that was enough.

Frank kisses down your neck, sharp teeth nicking at the thin flesh, a low moan being pulled from your lips. He loved the noises you made, could get drunk off them, could pull them from you for hours, and he has. “I need you,” you whimper as his mouth latches onto your nipple, his warm tongue flicking over the hardening nub. He hums around it but doesn’t stop. You can feel him relax over top of you, his free hand squeezing at your other tit, the days stress melting away. “Please?” 

“I’m takin’ my time.” Frank says, narrowed eyes flicking up to meet your own, but he lets go of your nipple, sliding down the length of the bed. “Bet you’re fuckin’ soaked though, aren’t you? That’s why you’re begging me.” You can’t deny it even if you wanted to because his hand is cupping your cunt, thick finger prodding at your slick opening to see, and you’re moaning so loud you know your throat is going to be sore tomorrow. “Fuck, you are. Guess it has been a bit, hasn’t it? Missed me or something, sweetheart?”

“Missed your cock.”

“Just my cock?” He asks, rubbing your wetness on your clit, a shiver going down your spine. “Not my fingers? The ones on your sloppy fuckin’ pussy right now, you didn’t miss them?” He asks, a smug fucking grin on his face, his fingers moving expertly against you. “Not my mouth? Bet your pussy misses my mouth. Shit, last time we fucked you didn’t seem very happy when I stopped tongue fucking you, so what changed, huh?”

His voice is sharp, working himself up the more he talks, his eyes focused on yours. He loves the microexpressions you make when you’re trying to hold back; the furrow of your eyebrows, the twitch of your lips, the flare of your nostrils. It's so incredibly human, so incredibly sexy, he wants nothing more than to bite into your neck and drain you, keep you inside him forever. But, he can’t. He’d miss you. Instead, he slips two fingers inside your hole, the stretch making you gasp, eyes widening, heartbeat picking up. “O-okay, okay…missed you.” 

“Yeah, you fuckin’ did.” He says, sliding down the rest of the bed, strong hands on your thighs, tongue swiping across your clit. Your legs try to close, your back arching off the soft mattress, the clang of the handcuffs bringing a smile to his face. Frank moans against your cunt, his fingers massaging your thighs as he enjoys himself. 

You want to touch him, to run your fingers through his hair and tug, bringing him closer, but these damn handcuffs keep digging into your wrists and it hurts and his fingers won’t stop pumping and scissoring inside your cunt and his lips are wrapping around your clit and he’s sucking and suddenly you can’t think of anything as you cum. Your legs shake and your eyes roll into the back of your head and all Frank can do is laugh against you as he draws it out. 

“S-stop, hang on,” you stutter after what felt like hours, your body going limp. Frank listens for once, moving his face off of your cunt but he leaves his fingers inside you, curling them just to pull a whine from your throat. You watch as he runs his tongue over his teeth and lips, tasting you, cracking his neck to stop himself from bending you in half and shoving his cock inside you. It’s been a while, almost two weeks, and he wants to savor this. Or, he wants to try. Self control has never been his strong suit. “Can you take the handcuffs off?” 

“They hurt?”

“A little.”

“Not yet.” Frank crawls over top of you, pressing his lips to yours. He’s gentle now, but you know he’s holding back. Despite how rough he gets with you, he’s always holding back from the primal urge to rip you to shreds. When he pulls away, he moves forwards even more, his knees just under your armpits. You stare up at him and he knows you’re nervous. His smile is gone, his eyes dark as he works on undoing his belt. “I’ll take ‘em off you real soon baby. I just need you to earn it first.” 

You swallow heavily, your heartbeat spiking as you watch him take his belt off. He tosses it to the side, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down to his thighs. His pants rub against your bare chest, scratching you, but you can’t be bothered to care, not with the way your mouth was filling with saliva at the sight of his bulge. Frank laughs as you try to sit back onto your elbows, an annoyed whine stuck in your throat, and he pulls his underwear down, sighing as his cock springs free.

His cock is hard and he strokes it slowly, just out of reach. “Fuckin’ look at you… you ain’t embarrassed acting like this?” He asks, clenching his jaw to keep from moaning at the sight of you. You didn’t know it, or, at least, he hoped you didn’t, but he was addicted to every fucking thing you did. Your voice, your facial expressions, your movements, your back talk, your anger, your sadness; he was obsessed with it all. It was all for him, even when you were alone. 

Smiling slightly, you shake your head no. “Were you embarrassed eating me out?” You counter and he smirks, rolling his eyes slightly before leaning his hips forward, the tip of his cock brushing against your lips. Your mouth opens, your eyes laser focused on his dick. Frank teases you, rubbing his cock across your wet tongue.

“Mmm, fuck, I wasn’t,” he answers, tilting his head as he watches you strain your head forwards in an attempt to take him into your mouth. “But I wasn’t doing that.” You roll your eyes and look up at him, doing your best to look doe-eyed. His eyes narrow; he knew what you were doing, and he knew it would work. “So slutty, aren’t you, sweetheart? All for my cock.” As he talks, his voice low, he uses his hand to press his cock against your cheek, thrusting shallowly. His precum smears across your cheeks and you moan softly, your tongue rolling out of your mouth to slide against his shaft as he does so.

Finally, Frank pushes his cock down your throat. He does so slowly, hissing as he savors the heat of your mouth as your lips wrap around him. Your eyes close and you hum, enjoying the weight of his cock on your tongue. His cock was perfect for you; long, thick, and curved upwards, it always filled you to the brim, hitting that spot inside you to make your eyes roll into the back of your skull. 

“There you go, Y/N,” he grunts, his hips flexing. The rhythm he sets is slow and deep, making you gag each time and giving you enough time to recover before he repeats it. “Fuck, your mouth is so good, you know that? Just wanna, fuck,” his hand comes to rest on the headboard behind you, leaning over your head, plunging his cock deeper into your mouth. You hear the metal headboard creak and you know the grip he has on it is nearly enough to break it. “Just wanna fucking shove it down your throat till you pass out.” 

You gurgle around his cock, heart jumping at the thought, and he grins. “You want that, slut? Huh? Missed me so fuckin’ bad you want me to fuck your tight little throat? Make you take it even after you’re fuckin’ knocked out, using you like my own little fuck toy, my little puppet to do whatever I want with?” His thrusts get harder, deeper, and now you really are finding it hard to breathe, but you don’t want him to stop. Not yet. You have no way to stop him even if you did, and the realization is almost enough to send you into a panic. But you know Frank. He knew your body better than you did, knew what you could handle and what you couldn’t, knew what would make you cry in pain or pleasure; you were safe with him, even if he was bruising your throat. 

The edge of your vision begins to blur, the lack of oxygen making your head spin, and right when you swear you’re about to pass out, your tugging at the handcuffs finally stopping, he pulls out. You suck in a harsh breath, sputtering and coughing, not registering as Frank gets off the bed and kicks his pants the rest of the way off. It’s only when you feel his hands pressing your knees to your chest that you realize what he’s about to do. “Wait!”

“What?” He grumbles, swiping his cock through your folds, focused on the way you coat the tip. “Don’t tell me you don’t wanna fuck… that’ll be cruel...” You respond by tugging at the handcuffs again, clanging them against the bed frame, and he nods, tsking, a grin on his face. “Ah, right, right. Forgot about that. My bad, baby.” 

He grabs the key from his pants pocket, wetting his bottom lip as he unlocks them, tossing the handcuffs and keys to the side. Your wrists are raw, a few droplets of blood bubbling up along the skin. “You made me bleed.” You say softly, no venom in your voice. He grabs your hand gently, bringing it to his mouth before he licks the cut. It tickles.

“Fuck, your blood…” Frank says, giving you a look you can’t quite place before he’s back at the task at hand. Your knees are pushed to your chest, your hands positioned to hold them back as far as you could, and before you know it his cock is bullying its way into your hole. “So fucking tight.” He grunts as he sets a brutal pace, each noise of pain you make only fueling him onward. 

He doesn’t ever want to hurt you, but it’s hard not to when you sound and feel and taste so fucking good when he does.

“My cock too much?” He leans over your body as he fucks you, using his weight to keep your legs trapped above his shoulders. Frank's face hovers above yours, his eyes locked onto every twist of your face. “Too fuckin’ big, too fuckin’ thick, it hurts, Frank.” He mocks, emphasizing each word with a sharp thrust. Your arms, now free from the restraints, wrap around his shoulders tightly. “Too fuckin; much but you don’t want me to stop, fuck, ain’t that right?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck, don’t stop, please!” You cry out, the pain of being stretched out finally beginning to melt away into toe curling pleasure. The fire in your stomach is burning white hot, his stomach bumping against your clit with each thrust, his grunts replacing your own thoughts. Every word he said, every name he called you, it all blended together perfectly.

He begins to kiss at your neck, sucking marks onto your flesh only to soothe them with his tongue. “Missed you too, y’know?” He whispers against you. “Missed this fuckin’ pussy, the way you get so god damn tight. Couldn’t, shit, couldn’t even play with my cock ‘cause it didn’t feel as good as when you do it.” He laughs at this, shaking his head at himself for admitting it. He missed the other stuff too, like your smile and your laugh and the way you smelled when you were curled up in his bed asleep. He’d never tell you that, though. 

Franks thrusts grow sloppy, his patience finally snapping. “You better fuckin’ cum on my dick, Y/N.” He grunts, lifting his head for a brief moment to look you in the eyes. When he sees them squeezed shut he growls, one hand wrapping tight around your throat. “Fuckin’ look at me.” Your eyes pop open, your gasp of shock stuck in your throat. “Your greedy little cunts gonna milk me dry, you understand, bitch?” 

“F-fuck,” you gurgle, your hand grabbing onto his as he tightens his grip again. You do your best to nod, feeling spit collect at the corner of your mouth, your heart beating so quick you think it’s going to burst. You can’t breath but he’s fucking you so well you don’t give a shit; you just hope if you pass out he’ll hold off on cumming inside you until you were awake again so you can feel it. 

“There you go, baby, fuck, cum for me.” Frank grunts, feeling your orgasm just before you do. His hand lets go of your throat as you cum, shoving your head to the side to sink his teeth into your flesh. Somehow, someway, he’s able to hold off for a few moments longer, savoring the feeling of your cunt spasming around him before he cums, the sweet taste of your blood pooling into his mouth tipping him over the edge. He doesn’t let go, groaning into your shoulder as he spills inside you.

Your gasps come out shaky as he feeds. He swallows a few times before finally letting go, your blood covering his mouth. He kisses you roughly, his hips flexing, making sure your cunt gets every drop. “Gross,” you tease when he pulls away, your tongue swiping over the blood he had left behind on your tongue. Your face screws up at the metallic taste but Franks changes to be softer. He runs a finger down the side of your cheek, taking the sight of you in. “What?” You murmur, feeling your face grow hot. 

“I did miss you. For real.” He admits, corner of his lip twitching upwards at both the look of shock that crosses your face and the way your heart skips. He never admitted that to you before; it was always about how much he missed your cunt or your mouth or your hands, how he missed fucking you and making you his, and you always accepted that this was the way it would be. Sure, you dreamed about this moment time and time again, but you never actually thought it would happen. “Being away, you know, made me think some things through.”

“What kind of things?”

“Well…” He tilts his head slightly, surveying your face. “I’m thinking maybe it’s time you joined me.” His hips flex again, pushing his cum deeper inside you, and you gasp, back arching off the bed slightly. Frank moves your legs down off his shoulders and you wrap them around his waist. “Hm? How’s that sound, sweetheart?” Frank purrs, kissing you gently, his cock plunging in and out of you slowly. He pulls back, lips hovering just above yours, a smirk on his face. “You want me to turn you?

[absolutelyzoned]

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ABOUT ME

basic info and stuff:

► my name is crimson. (online alias. irl name is viktor, call me either, i respond to both) im a guy !!

► i am a minor. i say really sexual shit. i do not care what you say to me. genuinely. i do not care!! you may be weird, but im weirder. i will match your freak and/or say something two times worse.

► FOR LEGAL REASONS: EVERYTHING I SAY ON HERE SHOULD BE TAKEN AS A JOKE :D

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► music. i like femtanyl, crim3s, msi, KMFDM, and one, + im always open to recommendations. PLEASE recommend bands to me !!!!

► videogames. theres a lot of em. big fan of call of duty, i own ghosts and mw2 (2009). postal, ultrakill, fucking. beamng.drive i dont know what else off the top of my head. edit. HELLDIVERS 2!!! INSANE ABOUT HELLDIVERS 2

► various movies n tv shows. the boys, band of brothers, gotham... ill add more eventually i promise... also once again, im open to recommendations. always.

► in case it wasn't obvious enough, i like guns. and war. TRENCH WARFARE ESPECIALLY I LOVE TRENCH WARFARE!!!!!!! i post about that a lot. mostly yearning for the trenches. i started that. i love the trenches !!!!!

other shit:

► uhhhh im probably bi but im in denial i HATE women real men sleep with OTHER MEN

► feel free to tag me in anything. send asks any time, and mutuals can dm. i am not great at responding to things but i will do my best 🫡

► i love you @lipgloss3ater i wanna 69 you and your art 🤤🤤 (for the bit 🤤🤤)

tbh. i don't care who interacts with me!! go crazy. the block button is my best friend. not much makes me uncomfortable though ❤️

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[crimsonxcloverr]

this is long and i apologize, but i don’t think you guys will mind though. enjoy you little freaks <3

ignore any grammar mistakes! if you don’t ill send you a doll for your bday punk. also don’t like? don’t read. simple. muah xoxo.

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY!

nsfw (not in order); pegging, p in v, rim job, mommy kink, degrading, slapping, hair pulling, handcuffing, oral (m! receiving + f! receiving), gagging/drool, tightlacing, edging, spanking, orgasm denial, praising, satanism, humiliation kink, exhibitionism (ruth harker), four hands hand job (ruth x reader) belt whipping, aftercare.

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sub!dale kobble x dom!reader

LITTLE DEVIL.

“are you gonna be a good boy like you promised?” you whisper while tight-lacing dale into his corset. you yourself were already tight-laced in latex corset, a tiny latex skirt and boots to match. “you’ve been such a dirty, dirty boy, haven’t you, mr kobble? Him and i aren’t very happy with you.”

“y-yes mommy,” he whimpers pathetically while you pull his laces tighter and tighter. he bends over the worktable a little more, nearly cumming in his latex underwear. “mmfp,” he grunts softly, your knee in his back while you pull. “pull tighter…”

you do as he says, wrapping the laces around your hands and few times and pulling hard. “He told me how bad you’ve been. tsk tsk, watching me sleep and jerking off without permission… what do you think we should do about that?” you ask, the corset creaking and straining against his body. dale’s mouth opens to say something, but he closes it and scrunches his face as you pull more, his waist cinching down further. “you need punished,” you whisper, dale’s hard cock straining against the underwear from the squeezing and dirty talk.

“oooohhh, yes,” he whines while digging his fingers into the table, the corset digging into him and the laces biting at his skin. he gasps softly, unable to draw in a full breath.

at some point ruth comes down to help you squeeze dale down a few more inches, which was a challenge within itself. the two of you coaxing and praising him as he was protesting. but you eventually tie him off, your hands run over the corset, feeling how tight it is around his waist. you push him in from either side and hear him grunt. his waist was wasp like, making your clit throb. you reach around him and feel how hard he is, fondling and groping him, dale hissing between his teeth trying not to cum. you both say nothing, your fingers slipping in between his skin and latex underwear, pulling the tight material down. as soon as his thick, uncut cock springs free, you grab a handful of his hair and yank his head back, dale whimpering and whining for you.

“i think i know what i should do with you,” you whisper, wanting to give dale a taste of his own medicine. he always did kinky shit to you, so he fucking deserves it. “i think i should fill you up. is that what you need? hm?”

you don’t give him time to answer and roughly bend him over, dale gasping and trying to breathe from how tightly squeezed in he was. you crouch behind him and spread his ass cheeks apart, gasping softly as his tight asshole was waiting to be toyed with. you moan, your tongue flicking out to taste him while your hands keep him spread open. you reach down between his legs and massage his balls, dale moaning like a fucking loser. you can feel him clenching and you can’t help but scoff— someone as demented as him and yet so submissive was comical.

his body was flat against his table, dale feeling the presence of satan. he felt humiliated, the thought making him wanna cum even more. and knowing ruth was probably upstairs listening, he needed release. “i-im so close,” he whines, trying his best not to cum.

already? he really was pathetic.

“i’ll be good, mommy, i swear,” he gasps, his brows knitted as his balls grew tighter. he needed filled up, and he needed filled up now.

“don’t fucking move until i say,” you warn, giving his ass a firm smack and walking towards the mattress, your cunt wet and needing filled, but this wasn’t about you.

you grab the dildo and the strap-on harness, making sure the thick dildo was in place. you look at dale who’s peering over at you, his eyeshadow making his blue eyes pop. you lube up the dildo and smirk at him, grabbing a belt and some handcuffs.

“now, get on your fucking knees and crawl, like a good little devil,” you order pointing to the ground, your voice filled with command and seduction as you place the strap aside. dale immediately drops to his hands and knees and crawls toward you.

you watch him stare at you as he crawls, his hair in his face while slowly making his way over. “you’re such a good little devil when you wanna be, aren’t you?” you coo at him, dale sniffling at the praise with tears in his eyes, needing you so badly. he breathes heavily and kneels in front of you, his hands reaching out to touch you. before he can even get his hands on you, you put your hand on his forehead to stop him.

“don’t touch me unless i tell you to, understand?” you hiss, dale shaking and sniffling, his cock aching for release while nodding frantically.

“o-okay,” he whines, unsure of what to do. he lets out a soft moan while staring at your tiny waist and ballooned tits. he was so tempted to grab ahold of you and get dominate with you. he knew he could. he could snap you like a twig if he wanted, but he was too far into submission.

“safe word is red,” you whisper while circling around him, eyeing him up like a piece of candy. “you’re so fucking pathetic, aren’t you?” you whip him with the belt and he lets out a soft yelp. “that’s why He prefers me.”

you smirk as dale began to cry at your words. he knew it wasn’t true, that satan preferred you over him, but his mind was foggy and he knew both you and satan enjoyed this. he loved being your little toy. your little devil. His little devil. dale let out another yelp and sucks air between his teeth, the belt cracking against his skin. he could feel the welts on his back and ass start sting and itch. you give him another crack and he jolts forward.

“f-fuck,” he whines, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. he moans when he feels you kneel behind him, his knees already hurting from carpet burn. “can i-i please get on the mattress?”

you pull his hair, his back against your chest. “hm, i don’t see why you should? prove to me,” you whisper against his skin. you push him forward and stand.

he knew what he had to do.

he turns toward you and stares up at you, his hands gripping your thighs and face inches away from your cunt. he whines and pulls you towards him, lifting the tiny latex skirt with his fingers and peppering soft kisses on you through the latex panties. his slender fingers shake while unzipping the squeaking material, revealing your pretty pussy to him.

“oooohh,” he whines some more, practically sobbing at how beautiful and wet you are. he inhales your scent and immediately dives in, moans escaping the two of you as he begins to lick and slurp.

you breath heavily, moaning and pushing his face deeper into you, your fingers tangled in his curly locks. “such a good boy,” you manage to get out, his tongue paying lots of attention to your swollen clit. he massages your asscheeks, gripping your thighs and any part of you he can as he continues to eat your juicy cunt. he can’t help but slip his fingers in you, toying with your g-spot to prove to you, he is in fact a good boy. he moans against you, whining and crying, trying his best to eat you at this angle. he stares up at you, his blue eyes burning through yours while you start to fall apart, your orgasm so, so close. he can feel you squeezing around his fingers, your clit throbbing between his lips as his suction grows tighter. “d-dale, you’re such a good boy,” you moan, the praise driving him wild, encouraging him to keep at it. he pulls you closer, his nose digging into you. you thought for sure his nose would break from how tightly pressed it was against you. you breathe heavier, your ballooned tits straining against the corset as you tried to brace yourself. you grip his shoulders, dale’s grip on you helps keep your stability as you let out a series of loud moans while you cum, his lips, tongue, and fingers working simultaneously to help you ride out your orgasm.

after a minute of recovering, you push him off you and he falls dramatically onto the floor, your pussy throbbing for more. dale wipes his mouth and waits quietly for the green light, his corset also straining against him while he tries to catch his breath.“bend over,” you order, a groan escaping you as dale crawls to the mattress, his tight ass ready for you to destroy.

there were times you’d have to tap out when he’d fuck you, your tight pussy stretched and filled while he bruised your cervix, but he’d keep going, telling you to take it. the roles were reversed now, and you were loving every second of it. he arches his back the best he can like the little whore he loved to be, stroking himself to please you and the man downstairs. his imagination was running wild, imagining both you AND satan double stuffing him until he couldn’t take it. his cock twitches and you watch, letting him get to the edge.

“you don’t get to cum unless i tell you, you fucker.” you step into the harness and secure it in place, rubbing your faux cock making sure it was still lubricated. “look at you, mr kobble,” you gasp softly, your voice taunting and condescending. “so tight and ready.”

you push your thumb teasingly against his asshole and dale groans at the foreplay. you giggle and stroke the dildo some more, teasing the thick tip against his tight hole. you push in gently and dale gasps, immediately clenching around it.

“so fucking tight… i’m sure you’re so warm too, aren’t you?”

“y-yes, mommy,” he gasps out, feeling himself stretching to accommodate to the tip. you pull away and push in again, teasing him. he grips the sheets as you now slowly push into him, dale letting out a tight, high pitched moan.

“oooohhh, mommy!”

you grip his hips and keep pushing in until the entire length of the dildo was deep in him, allowing dale to adjust for a second. he was groaning and clenching, letting out grunt as he came to earlier. you haven’t even started yet.

“goddamnit, dale,” you scolded him, on purposely pushing deeper making him gasp out and yelp. “i told you not to fucking cum, didn’t? you fucking moron!” your words made him cry out, his poor cock and his tight ass needing more.

“i’m such an idiot,” he cries out into the mattress, going along with the degradation.

your movement pick up again, dale still groaning and moan into the mattress as he takes the thick toy. his knuckles were turning white and you could see him clenching around the dildo again. “such a good boy, taking this fat cock,” you coo, dale moaning loudly and nodding in response. you hear footsteps coming from the stairs and turn to see ruth.

“he’s taking it well,” she smiles, dale starting to wiggle and squirm at the sight of her. ruth shakes her head at how pathetic he was. “make sure he’s completely spent, he deserves it.”

dale’s face was squished against the mattress and his eyes lock on ruth, the look of submission written all over his face. the two of you chuckle at pitiful he is.

“mm, yes he does,” you moan, taunting him and giving him a sharp spank. as ruth stands there watching, your thrusts growing more intense. “you have been a little devil, haven’t you?” you ask him, spreading his ass apart more and digging your fingertips into him.

“mm, mommy, i have been a little devil,” he manages to moan out. “i’ll be a good boy, i swear! i just-i just wanna cum!” he whines, his tight, high pitched moans filling the room. “i want you all to watch!”

“i suppose we could watch you cum,” you tease, your eyes peering over at ruth as he begs. she nods at you with a smile and walks over. “i’m sure you wanna cum so, so bad, don’t you? your balls are probably so heavy and full… why don’t you flip over?”

you pull out, dale’s body stiff as he struggles to get on his back. he lays down and looks up at you and ruth, his long legs spread and pulled to his chest. you smirk at how disheveled he looks- his medium length locks a bit tangled, his pale skin a slight pink color, and his corset digging into him. ruth moves the zebra pillow out of the way and sits on her knees behind dale down, his head now resting on her lap. you were all quiet as you tease dale with the tip again, ruth kindly holding dale’s legs open for you, pulling them towards his chest. ruth typically never joins you both, but she knows that dale loves an audience, an extra hand occasionally. no strings attached.

you slowly push in and dale lets out a tight moan, you and ruth mocking him. you push down on the back of his thighs for leverage, dale gritting his teeth from the pleasure and pain. you lock eyes with him and slap him across the face, dale groaning and unable to move from you and ruth practically pinning him in place.

“i-i wanna cum,” he cries out, gripping the back of his legs and clenching, his cock twitching for release. he looks up at you with submissive eyes, pleading with you while moaning like your personal whore.

“mm, i think you need to hold it. i know you can,” you coo, thrusting harder making dale cry out. “aww you poor thing, so full and stretched for me.”

“you can hold it,” ruth chimes in trying to get dale to relax, his cock feeling like it could explode. “shh,” she whispers to him, pushing his hair from his face.

you watch as dale tries his best to hold back, you slapping him in the face once more to roughen him up. your wetness drips down your thigh at how vulnerable he is, needing your own release. the strap wasn’t helping, your clit throbbing and aching as it rubs against you.

“cum, pretty boy,” you whisper, pushing a little deeper than before, triggering his orgasm. dale moans loudly and releases, his cum spraying all over his corseted torso, but you weren’t done. “one more, just one more,” you breath out heavily, trying to get him to cum one more time.

“i-i can’t,” he cries out in pleasure, sobbing like a fool from the overstimulation. “f-fuck, little angel!” he sobs, his nails digging into your forearms.

“yes you can,” you and ruth both say as you guys encourage him, ruth smiling down at him sinisterly. “you can take it, open up,” ruth whispers.

“that’s it, such a good little devil,” you gasp with faux enthusiasm, pounding in and out of dale, his poor asshole sore and sensitive. “you can take it… mm, yes you can,” you chuckle, mocking his moans and grunts.

you and ruth both wrap your hands around his aching cock as you pump in and out of him, dale hissing and sobbing, wanting the release so bad. “yes, yes, yes!” he cries out, your hands milking his cock, tightening around his shaft. he grunts loudly and arches his back, his cum spraying all over himself again all while you and ruth both praise him while he cums, making him nut another load.

you give ruth a nod, a silent gesture that she’s no longer needed and you stand up to take off the strap. you squat down in front of dale while he recovers.

“you did such a wonderful job, my little devil,” you praise, your hands rubbing dale’s inner thighs as he cries and looks at you. “you’re so pathetic, aren’t? needing two grown women to fuck you in the ass and jerk you off just to cum?” you shake your head and smile. “but you did so well, i think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

“yes,” he gasps, nodding his head, knowing exactly what it is you’re going to give him.

your tight cunt.

“good boy. now crawl to me,” you say softly as you get up and grab the handcuffs, making your way to his chair at the worktable. you watch him crawl slowly towards you yet again and watch him stand and sit. “such a good, good boy,” you gasp with praise, handcuffing his hands behind his back.

you kiss his nose and pepper kisses along his overfilled cheeks and down his neck, biting gently and moan against his skin. dale shudders at the feeling of your hand on his sensitive cock, whimpering and squirming. you get on your knees and hum softly, smiling at how pretty his cock was. so thick, uncut, and all yours. you place his girth in your mouth and moan, sucking him tightly. dale gasps and grunts softly, his head leaned back and his hair dangling over the chair. he starts to thrust himself into your throat, using you as his own personal fleshlight, your throat stretching to take him all. you gag on him and start to drool, dale looking down at you and feeling the urge to cum. you can feel his cock twitch and you stop.

you pull away and wipe your mouth, standing up again. “we gotta get you nice and hard, don’t we?” you whisper while you straddle him, moan while rubbing your pussy against his cock.

he looks at you and nods. “y-yes, little angel,” he moans softly as he comes down from his high. “you did some well pleasing me,” he whispers, trying to weasel his way into the dom role.

“i’m. not. done,” you hiss, pulling his hair back. you stare at him, his eyes burning through you as you have his head tilted at an angel. “you want me?”

“more than anything, sweet girl…” he whispers, letting out a groan when you sink onto his thick cock. “mmfp, fuuuck,” he cries out, biting your shoulder hard.

you moan loudly and grip his shoulders, clenching around him while you bounce, dale drawing air in between his teeth. “mmfp, fuck, baby,” he groans, the sound of your wet pussy fills the room. “so fucking tight, i needed you this whole time,” he grunts.

you couldn’t take it anymore and take the cuffs him, dale immediately grabbing your waist to help you bounce.

“fuck! you’re so big,” you cry out, your clit throbbing and your pussy overstuffed with cock. dale grunts in response and buries his face between your pushed up tits, biting and sucking, squeezing you tight against him.

you knew it wasn’t going to take long, your pussy was begging for release the entire time you fucked with him. you feel your stomach tighten and your cunt contracting, your orgasm so close. dale pushes his cock deeper into you and it hits your sweet spot- your throw your head back and cum hard on him, creaming all over his cock, dale’s hot cum spilling into you. he holds you against him and you cover him with kisses as you both come down from your climaxes. while adjusting yourself on his lap, you jokingly squeezing his oversensitive cock with your walls and he grunts, slapping your ass.

“you did so well,” you whisper holding onto him, his cheek rest against your ballooned tits. he hums in response, completely spent, causing you to let out a laugh. “such a good boy, my little devil,” you whisper, kissing his forehead and raking your fingers through his hair.

[sendhelpiloveyeonjun]

Pairing: non idol yeonjun x reader

Summary: it's hard to summarize because it's legit all over the place trying to make the three random sentences match but it's kinda funny!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving)

A/N: i wrote this 4 years ago for a random tags request on an old account and just found it but it was for a different idol (no i won't say who heh). i changed it to be for yj because i'm ill and need it to be for him. if i had a chance to completely re-write with these prompts now, it would be so much nastier but this is cute and i can see where my brain was back then.

the three prompts were:

"Then let’s give them something to talk about."

"Your lips are so pretty, I just can’t wait to see how they’ll look wrapped around my cock."

"You’re so fucking pathetic, it’s almost funny."

i can’t believe i convinced this 24-year-old man to beg on his knees for me. it was a joke, but yeonjun took me seriously and i’ve never been more uncomfortable—but also sort of…aroused?

“yeonjun”, i smacked his arm, tugging on it in attempt to get him off of the floor, “you look so ridiculous! get up!” i could see the smirk on his face even though his head was facing the ground, he was enjoying this.

“please let me fuck you, y/n”, he looked up at me, a full pout going, “i need to fuck you right now!”

i looked around, waving my hands at everyone who had gathered to watch, “he’s just kidding! this is all a joke!” he grabbed my hands and i glared down at him, “come on, y/n. i promise i’ll even last longer than 15 seconds this time!”

girls started to giggle and i could hear the whispers getting louder. this is so embarrassing i could die. i snatched my hands away from his, crossing my arms over my chest. tears welled up in my eyes as he stood, smirking down at me, “you’re so fucking pathetic, it’s almost funny”.

i gasped and smacked his chest, “this isn’t funny at all! you’re embarrassing me! worst friend i’ve ever had”. i tried to walk away, but he pulled me back, “aw, lighten up! it’s a joke, no one really cares”. i rolled my eyes and scoffed, “every single person in this stupid mall saw you begging to fuck me on the floor! they’re going to post this online and then everyone will be talking about us!”

“but there is no us”, he muttered, shrugging it off, “if you’re really worried about what they’ll say, then let’s give them something to talk about”. his arms slid around my waist and i gasped as our lips touched. is he kissing me?!

i pushed him off but he was quick to pull me back again, his lips moving against mine this time. damn… as soon as i started kissing back, he abruptly stopped, winking at me and walking off toward the entrance we came in. WHAT?!

“choi yeonjun!” i chased after him, ignoring all of the people talking about us. i can’t believe he’s so calm about having a freaking audience.

“hey!” i finally caught up, pulling on his arm, but he didn’t stop walking. “where are you going?”

“hurry up”, he took my hand and dragged me all the way to the car, ignoring how hard i was trying to pull in the opposite direction. he’s a little too big for me to win this one. he got in the car, still ignoring me, so i got in and threw my hands up, “what’s the problem?!”

he sighed and locked the door, looking at me with a weird look in his eyes. is he… “your lips are so pretty”, his gaze shifted down to my mouth and i felt my cheeks heating up, “i just can’t wait to see how they’ll look wrapped around my cock”.

my breath caught in my throat, my eyes darting away from his as he looked up. “you…you want to see that?” he turned my face toward his and i almost forgot where we were. he’s so cute…

“haven’t you ever thought about it? thought about sleeping together?” i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t. yeonjun is ridiculously hot and that stupid smile would make any girl melt. but here? in his car that’s parked in front of the mall?

i nodded, realizing i hadn’t answered him, and he took that as a cue to kiss me again. i took a deep breath and reached over to his pants, unhooking his belt to his surprise. “are you sure?” i rolled my eyes, “shut up, choi”.

he was bigger than i expected—no scratch that. he’s as big as i expected. i haven’t done this many times before and i never thought i’d do it to my best friend of 6 years.

here we fucking go.

he leaned his seat back and i got comfortable, stretched across the entire front half of the car. i thought maybe he’d take pity on me, but as i stared as his dick, rubbing it to try and stall, he groaned, “are you just going to stare or are you going to suck me off?”

i held back from spewing insults at him and licked my lips, taking as much as i could to see how much my jaw was going to hurt at the end. ow. fml.

i moved my hand as far up as possible, keeping my focus on the tip. his fingers ran through my hair, pulling gently before he was pushing me down, “don’t be a baby, take more”. i bobbed my head quickly, taking him deeper, but still using my hand to prevent him from choking me.

tears pricked at my eyes as he rammed the back of my throat, his hips pushing up to meet each of my downward movements. “fuck, your mouth feels incredible”, he held my head still, fucking up into my mouth carelessly, “i know what all the hype was about”. my eyes widened before i glared at nothing, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard to end this quickly. what the hell does he mean ‘hype’?

his groans filled the car and i could feel it getting warmer and wetter—not just the air. “can i cum in your mouth?” i gripped tighter with both hands down, sucking hard and moving quickly as his thighs tensed up. “shit!”

i closed my eyes as his cum spilled out over my tongue. this never tastes good, but i’ve certainly had worse. i sat up and wiped my mouth, swallowing and crossing my arms. “what the hell do you mean hype?”

he was panting, head tilted back as he turned to look at me, “i was joking, stupid”, he half-laughed, closing his eyes, “but it sure made you work even harder”.

i smacked his arm and sat forward, staring at nothing in particular, “you owe me now”. “owe you? owe you what exactly?” i shrugged and smirked to myself, “i suck your dick, you…” i looked at him and he lifted a brow.

“don’t have to ask me twice.”

not really sure how i feel about any of that reading it over again but honestly, kind of fun. i miss writing. maybe ill try again heh

[osarina]

Hey hey hello!!

I know you are feeling down the past days but I hope it turns all better for you <3 especially with that upcoming trip :)

I don't know if you saw my previous ask or not but I forgot to mention how the song I recommend earlier [ilomilo-billie eilish] fitted much better after the reader in badlands died rather than before...my stupid mind remembered this info after I hit ask and I couldn't stop worrying about it 😅

I also had a little idea of uu!dazai sharing hos own memories of the reader and their death before his own to badlands!dazai before he jumped :'( and badlands dazai freaking out before calming down vowing in his heart to protect the reader just to fail and then get dejavu (*evil laugh*) don't know if this bit is useful to you in that promised last fic of badlands or not but just wanted to share this :D

It could be annoying but I really feel like you should have more appreciation of your way of writing. Not just the characters, but how you write thoughts, feelings, dialogue and even the background scenes are fantastic. I also really like fics that match the vibe of the character it's written about. This is subtley shown in your writing especially with dazai. Even in the happiest fluffy fics, I feel like it always has this light melancholy feel which I hate and love at the same time. I hope you achieve whatever you want to!

Omg This is so long💀 I am so sorry if it was annoyingly long cause I was nervous abt sending you an ask and if I ever do it, then all of those repressed asks come tumbling down and God I am getting embarrassed so byee fyo :>

TUMBLR USER SNOWSILVER2000 AGAIN, im sorry im so slow at answering asks LOLLL i fear that i am the worst forgive me. im sending u all of the love my sweet lil lovebug

OMG I HAVEN'T GOTTEN THE CHANCE TO LISTEN YET SO NOW ILL BE SURE TO KEEP THAT IN MIND WHEN LISTENING <33 see its a good thing sometimes that im abysmally slow at answering asks.

OH MY GODDDDDDD UU DAZAI SOMEHOW BEING ABLE TO WARN BADLANDS DAZAI OF EVERYTHING AND BADLANDS DAZAI STILLLL NOT BEING ABLE TO STOP IT ?? THAT'S SO TRAGIC ILL WEEP, no because i imagine badlands dazai would also be soo overwhelmed by all of the memories too, like idk if you mean uu!dazai shares ALL of his memories with badlands!dazai or only about badlands!reader and what he knows of her ... but could u imagine he shares all of his memories and now badlands dazai has to cope with the fact that he gets reader killed in every universe .. maybe distances himself from her ... and then it all turns out that way anyway ... UGHHHHH waterloo is sooooo tragic. i love tragic romance.

tumblr user silversnow2000 you are so sweet i'll actually cry. that's actually something i try to keep in mind, especially while writing for dazai, because i feel like even in his happiest moments, he'll always be a bit withdrawn and solemn. imo dazai will never rid himself of that air of melancholy that follows him and it genuinely makes me so happy to hear that it translates into my fics. but truly tumblr user silversnow2000 you are so kind to me this was the sweetest compliment anyone has ever given to me, im straight up about to print this and like hang it on my wall for real.

DON'T EVER APOLOGIZE AND DON'T EVER HESITATE TO COME INTO MY ASKBOX, i might take forever to answer them, but they always make me so happy and warm. you're always sooooo happily welcomed here trust <3

[gorogues]

Fictober 2024

Prompt number #20 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: M – Mature Warnings: Mental illness, pyromania urges, dark thoughts (not acted upon)

Day Twenty: “I saw your eyes light up”

It was Josh’s birthday, which was always a joyous occasion for the Rogues.  And it was an endless good time for the little boy too, as he had his dad and a large group of doting uncles to spoil him.  They’d spent the whole day doing fun activities and opening presents, and the adults had wound things down in the evening with a dinner featuring Josh’s favourite foods.

“Time for the main event: the cake!” Mark announced after everyone had finished supper, and those seated at the table waited with eager anticipation for dessert to arrive.  Evan had helped him choose the cake design, but nobody else knew what it looked like.

Soon Mark brought out the cake, lit up with four large candles, and Josh bounced excitedly in his seat.  Small crackles of lightning danced around his eyes to express his delight.

The crowd began singing ‘Happy Birthday’ and then Josh was told to make a secret wish before he blew out the candles.

But Mick was transfixed by the four tiny flames, staring at them without blinking, and he completely forgot to sing along.  He swallowed uncomfortably, still staring, and licked his dry lips.

The flames were all he could think about -- dancing, burning, and maybe even whispering a bit.  Beautiful.  Dangerous.  Seductive.

It was when he started imagining them going out of control and hurting his loved ones around the table that he got up abruptly and left the room.  He rushed to the other end of the building and began hyperventilating when he was alone, which soon turned into dry heaves. 

He was furious with himself: how could he imagine such a horrible thing?  He didn’t want that to happen at all!  But at the same time, he was obsessed with the idea of the flames going out of control and consuming everything in their path…he wanted it more than anything.  But he didn’t want what was left of his family to be hurt, because he knew how much the victims of fire suffered, and he’d never been able to reconcile the two competing desires.

“Mick,” Len said flatly behind him, and he turned.

“Go back to the party,” Mick said more brusquely than intended, as he didn’t want Len to see him like this.  He was shaking and still occasionally retching as he battled with his roiling thoughts.

“Saw your eyes light up when the cake came out.  Guessing the candles upset you a bit.”

“I’m fine!  I’ll be fine.  Don’t worry about me.”

“It’s my job to make sure you’ve got your shit together, Mick, and losing your cool at a kid’s birthday party is a little concerning.  Also, I thought we were family, and family looks out for each other.”

“I thought I had this under control, I really did.  Instead, it seems like I’m worse than ever because here I am thinking about this stuff at little Joshie’s party!” Mick lamented, face in his hands.

“Well…it’s not great,” Len observed laconically.  “But did you pull out your lighter after you left the room?  Been fiddling with it in your pocket?  Any matches?”

“No.”

“You haven’t set any fires and you haven’t been messing with your release valves, and you thought to remove yourself from the situation before anybody got hurt or freaked out.  Seems like progress to me.”

Mick thought about that for a few moments.  “I guess.”

“It might be an idea to reach out to that shrink you used to see and talk to her about it, because she knows a hell of a lot more about the subject than I do.  But I think you’re being too hard on yourself.  You got more self-control than you think.”

Mick’s lower lip trembled and he fought the tears in his eyes.  “Thank you, that means a lot to me.”

“Anytime.  You comin’ back for some cake?  The candles have already been blown out.”

“I think I need a few minutes to collect myself first, but I’ll be there,” Mick promised, taking a deep breath, and Len nodded.

“I’ll make sure Axel doesn’t eat the whole thing before you get back,” Len said as he walked back to the party.

That left Mick alone with his emotions, but he was much calmer now.  He spent a few minutes practicing deep breathing to clear his intrusive thoughts and relax before returning to the dinner table, tossing his lighter into the garbage along the way.  He could come back for it later, but right now he felt safer without it.

[transskywardsword]

part two of the prologue chapter for 'bovzek and the devil' a dark fairytale retelling! reminded that is this a rough draft, and i love constructive critique!

Where we left off: Claudius the VII, the King of Milan-Rosae, a fictional country in eastern Europe, ~1000AD, has become horribly lost in the great forest following a freak accident. found by a sanojuda, a type of fae, he agrees to take care of her ill child in exchange for passage home-- only to learn the boy is destined to marry into royalty. terrified that this might mean his own son, who is days away from being born, claudius plots on how to rid the world of the foul creature... (read the whole first half here!)

TWs: Claudius is a raging misogynist, including fantasizing about having sex with a woman who is not interested and objectifying her. he also really really wants to kill a baby. he graphically discusses killing a baby. it's really cruel. also attempts to drown one. the baby lives!

Claudius supposed the answer was easy enough. Babies were, as a matter of principle, not hard to kill. They were fragile, breakable, with bones that snapped as easily as spent matches and muscles that tore like wet parchment. Their skulls were thin and malleable, and a little shake or drop could end them for good. Hypothetically, it should be easy to wring the little spawn’s neck. The question was the consequence. Claudius had made a promise, and promises weren’t things easily broken, particularly when made with a fae, even if it was one as slippery as a samojuda. If the fae were to learn he planned to break their promise before it even had time to settle, well, then Claudius wouldn’t be long for this world. No, he would have to dote on the thing until the samojuda was sure it was in good hands, and could only dispose of it once the forest and its mother were far behind them. Then it was simply a matter of the right jerk of his grip and the baby’s neck would snap like eggshells underfoot.

Dawn came quickly as Claudius sorted lists of the easiest way to end an infant’s life and how he might dispose of a body without any knowledge of the crime reaching the forest. The baby cried on and off all night, an obnoxious sound that he couldn’t seem to muffle, even when he buried his head in the woman’s furs, and when the sun finally crept through the windows, Claudius was grateful. Dawn meant leaving for his home, meeting his wife, his son-- dawn meant saving a king from the thing wailing in the loft above.

“It’s a long walk,” the samojuda said, and Claudius jumped. The fae had slipped down from the loft in complete silence, despite the wailing thing in her arms, and she stood before Claudius with a look of haunting determination. “We should go.”

“Without breakfast?”

The samojuda raised a pale eyebrow, mocking in her silence.

“Fine,” Claudius grumbled, “no breakfast.”

The samojuda pulled a shawl form the box by the fire that had served as a cradle—if the spirals of wood shavings were anything to go by, it had belonged to her late beloved. She gently swaddled her baby before tucking him against her breast.

“Aren’t you going to change?” Claudius asked, and the samojuda wrinkled her brow.

“Why?”

“You—” Claudius cleared his voice. “Your breasts.”  

The samojuda glanced down at her bare chest

“Is there a problem with how I dress?” The samojuda said, her voice wry. The fabric of her skirts started just at her belly button, exposing milky skin. Her skin was unmarred, her breasts perfect, looking far softer and less pox marked than Wenzel’s own. His wife, while a true Byzantine beauty with her olive skin and dark curls, had been ill as a child and the sickness left its mark across her flesh, small divots of darker skin across her body, tainting her beauty. This woman had no such marks, not even an offensive mole or freckle. Claudius was struck suddenly by the samojuda’s  beauty. He hadn’t considered her pale starlight hair before, her wide, dark eyes, her plump figure. The lumberer must have been far darker than her lover, if the skin of their baby was anything to go by.

He could take her to bed here. Kiss her, toss the baby into the fire to burn as she writhed under him with pleasure. Surely one look at his cock would wipe away any thoughts of her stiffening lover, wherever the samojuda stashed the body. The samojuda would marvel at the size as he kissed her, moan into his mouth as he fucked her on her fire warmed furs, forget the baby as she rode him, her perfect breasts bouncing above him—

Claudius swallowed. He was a Godly man. His hand was tied with another in marriage, a wedding band on his finger. He couldn’t take another woman to bed; it would be a sin. A glorious, beautiful sin, but a sin nonetheless.

The samojuda let out a single cruel laugh and turned, caring little for her half-nakedness, and put out the fire. The coals hissed as she poured water on them, sending out puffs of steam, and the samojuda pulled a fur from the pile by the fire and wrapped it around her shoulders, covering the beautiful skin there. Claudius found himself disappointed.

It was for the best, he supposed. This way, if he was seen, it wouldn’t appear like he’d been fooling around with some whore in the woods. The samojuda slipped out the front door of the hut, waving Claudius on, and left it ajar as they walked from the clearing, deep into the woods. Claudius looked over his shoulder once, and then the trees were too dense to make out hide or hare of the little shack.

“Worried I’ll lead you astray?” The samojuda said, a hint of humor in her voice as they continued deeper and deeper into the Šumava.

“Now I am,” Claudius said in reply, and the samojuda laughed. It sounded like bells and clinking pearls, and struck Claudius with a strange fear. This woman could lead him astray, deeper and deeper into his beloved Šumava, feast on him and feed him to her dying babe.

Would she?

“You know what I am,” the samojuda said, “I am no will of the wisp. I’d much rather take the baby from your wife’s belly than lead you into the darkness.”

Claudius froze. “My wife—”

“I can smell her on you. She loves you dearly, you know. You don’t deserve her.”

“Excuse me?”

“I steal babies, replace them, and drown them in my well. I am a simple creature, I act as is my nature. Do you not as well?”

Claudius felt a sudden fear creep into his gut. This woman, this creature, wasn’t bound to human morals. Samojuda were crafty fae, nymph-like with a love for standing water, who lay in wait to steal infants one day and thrust changelings upon wonton women the next. Would she follow him to his home, take his heir from him?

She knew of his wife; could she smell his desire as well?

A new thought chilled him. Could she smell his plan to murder her baby now, before he’d even finished it?

Instead of devouring him, instead of flashing sharp teeth and leading him to a pond to drown him, the samojuda simply turned her back with a scoff and continued onwards, clutching her baby to her breast.

The baby. It all came back to the baby.

Claudius followed the samojuda as the sun rose, the sky going from black to rosy pink to blue. The sunrise was beautiful, even when filtering through the forest’s thick canopy. The samojuda hummed a melancholy mourning song to the baby in her arms, and the forest buzzed around her, the birds and insects seeming to have gathered to say ‘farewell’ to their half-blooded child.

Claudius’ feet ached by the time they reached the far end of the forest. Claudius’ heart pounded from the uphill hike, his feel pulsing in his boots, and he signed with relief as the farmlands of Milan-Rosae came into view. Fed by the Vydra, the agricultural circles around the walls of the capital city flourished; Milan-Rosae might be a small kingdom, but its capital, Abisa, was a grand, gilded thing of beauty. Surrounded by small villages and farmland that provided it with food, the three walls of Abisa served as mighty protectors—one along the outskirts of the city, one along the edge of the merchantry district, and a final that circled the moat of the castle. Perched on the peek of the many sprawling hills that surrounded the city, Claudius’ home was the crown upon the jewels over his capital. While he had manors and palaces throughout Milan-Rosae, the Abisali Court was a castle, unlike anything those east of the Rhine had ever seen. It towered, its many spires resembled the spikes of a dragon, its stained glass windows and bejeweled stone like rainbows dragged down from the sky and inlaid in the earth. Statues of the saints stood in attention beside carvings of folklore and fae, a sight that would petrify the Pope but reminded the people of Milan-Rosae of the glory of their beloved forest and river.

It was, in short, beautiful.

“Do we part here?” Claudius asked, turning to the samojuda. The woman sank back into the shadows of the trees.

“I…”

“Well? We had a deal, didn’t we?”

The samojuda’s face fell. She glanced to him, then down to the baby in her arms and adjusted it softly. She pressed her forehead to its bare chest.

“Give me just a moment more,” she said softly. Tears bubbled up in her dark eyes. The baby, as foul as it was, shared the same otherworldly eyes, wide and black and glittering, and for the first time all morning it began to cry again, a pathetic hiccupping sound.  

“You had all morning,” Claudius snapped, wrenching the baby from her arms with careless aggression. The samojuda cried out, lunging for her baby, and Claudius stepped to the side.

“His neck,” The creature sobbed, “oh, don’t forget his neck—”

“I’ll hold him as I well please.”

The samojuda’s eyes went wide. “Oh by the Earth, what have I done?” she whispered, and Claudius huffed.

“Given him a new chance in life,” he said, and he couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto his face, picturing the broken child, lifeless and unbaptized, left to rot mere hours from now.

“You… you’ll bring him to visit, yes?” She said, voice wavering. She had to know the answer already, stupid woman. “Every few months, at this spot? Or on his birthday, or, or even less often—just bring him. Let me know he lives and is happy.”

 “That is not up to me,” Claudius lied. Tears dripped down the creature’s face in time with her child.

“But, you—”

“I promised a breast to feed him, nothing more.”

The samojuda sank to her knees. She wiped the mud from Claudius’ boots with her shining hair, and the man kicked her aside. Objectively, it was unwise to anger a fae, but in that moment, the samojuda wasn’t a strong, terrifying creature of nature; she was a woman, sniveling and pathetic as any other woman.

Claudius adjusted the babe in his arms and turned on his heels to the sprawling farmland of his city, the beautiful stone walls just a few miles away.

“Please—” The woman behind him hiccupped, but Claudius paid her no mind. Behind him, he heard the samojuda rise to her feet, trembling, and call out to him.

“I shall see him again! I swear it! And should a hair on his head be harmed, I swear on this forest that you shall never no peace!”

Claudius could have laughed. Instead, he turned back to the thing's mother, moved the little baby’s too-thin wrist into a final wave, and then moved farther away from the trees, content to leave them behind.

The trees were but a green garden snake on the skyline soon enough. The Great Otter splintered into channels that provided his lovely lands with fresh water and irrigation, and the sound of the rushing water was pleasant in the mid-morning, far more so than the screeches of the soon-to-be-dead baby. The question was simply, how. How to dispose of the baby?

Claudius pondered this as he followed the river to the first signs of life in the villages surrounding the capital. He had to get rid of it quickly before anyone saw him, and then he could pay someone to take him to his castle and greet his wife with the stories of the most horrid day he’d had.

Though he wouldn’t mention the baby to her. No one needed to know of the infant and its death. That knowledge would die with it.

He came across a sawmill with a grand waterwheel at the edge of a small town, close enough to the walls to be time to rid himself of the thing. Claudius scanned the scenery around him. It would be easy to wring the neck, but he had no desire to dig a grave. Did the peasants here even bury their dead? Could he just leave it in the streets?

Suddenly, his eyes fell upon a pretty little well, well built with mud and stone, with a pretty little bucket and crank. It seemed to Claudius the prettiest little peasant thing he’d ever seen. What had that fae creature said to him?

“I steal babies, replace them, and drown them in my well. I am a simple creature, I act as is my nature. Do you not as well?”

Well, here was a well. Was it in Claudius’ nature to kill a baby?

It was in his nature to protect his son.

Claudius rolled his shoulders, walked to the well, and peered over the edge. The water seemed bottomless. Good.

Without giving himself the time to second guess his decision, Claudius took hold of the creature’s foot and dropped it over the edge. It landed in the water with a ‘plop!’ and its cries were silenced.

Claudius turned, and walked east to another farm home in search of a horse. The deed was done.

His son was safe.

*

The cathedral bells were ringing when King Claudius the VII of Milan-Rosae arrived at Abisali Court at the top of the hill in the center of Abisa. While Claudius had been gone, finally found by his closest knights and vassals who’d torn apart the countryside and forest alike in search of him, his wife had gone into an easy, short labor, and given birth to a beautiful heir, with skin as pale as his fathers, hair as dark and curled as his mother, and the dark eyes of them both. His cries were quiet, mournful, almost lonely, and as she took him to her breast, Wenzel found a strange sadness in her heart. She’d hoped the overflowing of love she’d feel upon seeing little Alois’ face would make up for the apathy of her husband, but as she looked upon his nose, which would one day be handsome and large, and squeezed his little hands, she saw a future of cruelty before him and couldn’t bring herself to care.

“You will know great hardship,” She whispered to the baby, “what a pity.”

“As all kings do,” said a lady in waiting. “Chin up, my lady! He is healthy and beautiful, and we should all be glad.”

Claudius marveled at the baby his wife presented to him, at his little toes and wide eyes, and instantly the samojuda and her creature was forgotten. After all, who needed to think of such things when the most perfect child in the world was before him? A child who would fight wars for him, beat down the opposition, rule in a way that would make his father proud.

Claudius declared the day a day of celebration, but it wasn’t just the royals celebrating. For outside the capital gates, at a certain mill house, a little girl was fetching water.

Rosalin the Miller’s daughter was seven and a half, and bitterly hated her chores. She’d much rather be in town, watching the world go by, than do the mundane jobs her mother gave her.

Rosalin reached for the crank, only to hear horrid gasping and thrashing.

“Just some dumb bird,” she muttered to herself, “who fell in and forgot how to fly. Poor thing.”

She stood on her tiptoes and looked over the edge, then screamed.

It was a baby.

Tangled in the rope for the bucket, the infant had light brown skin discolored from freezing water and the tension of the rope. Rosalin leaned over the edge and scooped him up, screaming for her father. Jon came running, thinking some wolf might have left the forest for a snack, a shovel in hand, and nearly dropped it at the sight of the infant in his daughter’s hands, not even a week old.

“Fetch the healer,” Jon said, voice firm, and began to pump the water from the baby’s chest. Keeping his arm straight, he placed two fingers in the center of their chest, pushed and breathed and breathed and pushed until the baby began to cry.

Now Jon had seen many starving babies in his time; a harvest was never a guarantee. And looking upon this child, he knew he hadn’t eaten once before his mother had so cruelly disposed of it. Jon scooped up the baby, grabbing the shawl he had been wrapped in without a thought, and ran to the main house.

Joshaline had been months along when God took their baby from them, far enough along to produce milk, and her breasts still carried the lingering soreness of milk left to sour inside her, Josha too heartbroken to milk herself. Which meant, God have mercy, she could feed the poor thing.

And feed him she did. While the royals honored the prince's birth, Jon, Josha, and Rosalin, the Miller family, with their forest facing well, celebrated as the baby lasted through the night, then the week, fed by Josha and beloved by them all.

“What will you name him, Mama?” Rosalin asked each night, and each night Josha shushed her, unsure if she had the right to love a baby that was not hers.

“God takes and gives, beloved,” Jon said to his wife. “He may have taken our own little one, but He has gifted us with the chance to save the life of another. Name him. Make him ours.”

“Bovzek,” Josha said softly, and the two other members of the Miller household held their breath as the woman of the house spoke. “I shall name him Bovzek. God’s Gift.”

[marauder23]

In reference to the ao3 summary and comment types, what are your favorite types of summaries to write? Does it change for what you want to read? Same question for comment types (like if you prefer one type of comment or leave comments in a different style?)!

Babs out here asking the realllllllllllll questions.

SUMMARIES:

I like to do a mix sometimes but I mainly pull from The Excerpt, The No Frills, and The Hook. I tend to use The Hook for my AUs, the No Frills for my micro fics, and The except in conjunction with The Hook to give more context and understanding of my writing style.

A good example is my summary of Stubborn Follies:

“Uncle Lor! Really, I must protest! Is it not an arcane and wholly offensive practice to brandish me like cattle at the stocks?”

“Aurelia, please,” he beseeched, sounding far too tired as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Your presentation to the queen should have happened two years ago, but at your insistence I refrained. Now, though…” He let out a shallow wheezing cough and slouched back further in the richly upholstered wingback chair.

***

In which, Rey must find a suitor this season due to the ailing health of her Uncle Lor and an ill-fated promise to him. However, she wants to do so on her terms with a love match. Meanwhile, Benjamin Organa Solo, now Duke of Naboo, is back at his estate. His mother is determined he wed to finally settle down and secure their title, lands, and lineage.

As they both look for their match this season, they continue to find themselves pushed together through fate and circumstance. The only problem? They loathe each other.

A Reylo Regency AU heavily inspired by Austen's works, specifically Pride & Prejudice, as well as Bridgerton.

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[erisdiamas]

A gasp could be heard as she dropped the plate at her father’s rare outburst spilling the delicious pancake tower that the man loving crafted early that morning just the way he knew Nora and the boys liked it.. residing all over the floors with nothing but a wet ‘splotch’.. she has seen him be stern like when she convinced Stevie to go camping with her in the middle of the night or when she scrapped her knee and wailed for her daddy to come and he came rushing in… she’s seen him crumble behind closed doors about their dead mother when he thinks they’re all asleep.. but she’s always by the door listening and hoping he knows that she’s here to pick him up the way he would after each of her swimming matches.. after a long stressful day of school- it was always just her and her Dad.. so to see him so.. freaked out and the tips of his ears gaining the same flustered pink as his face.. Nora found herself reaching out to try and reassure her that she’s still here.. she’s his daughter- just more independent now, she can handle this right?

“Dad, I love you… with all my heart but I can’t be in Beach City my entire life with the same people that know this mangled earlier version of me and I-I.. I need you to let me go… it’s what Mom would’ve wanted, for me to explore as she did and I need you to understand that I am still your daughter miles and miles away from you…and I am sorry that you don’t see that but ill keep telling you til you’re hit with the realization that I am here for you too, Paps.” Azuli, on the other hand seemed to be concealing an all knowing smug smirk under the guise of passive- blind to Nora’s navy tinted glasses but not to her own no bullshit detector father.

The leather clad woman found herself heading to the door, hands stuffed in her pockets- “Look. Nor’ you’re a sweet girl.. clearly you should be spending the day with your old man instead..clearly he needs it.” Her tone was dismissive and irritated at the fact that their plans got sidetracked by one emotional setback.. whatever, at least his Sultan had sweet parts being put to use on someone other than this massive sorry excuse that’s exists to bring her Northstar down.

“No! No! Okay, we can fix this.. I just…” She needed to be her own father right now and spin the positives out of the extreme negatives of this tense suffocating situation- “Kids leave the nest all the time and it’s perfectly natural for them to explore parts of themselves that they never could’ve possibly imagined they had in them… yet you know that so…” Nora felt as if the last piece of this entire ‘puzzle’ finally slot into place.. she adjusted her posture and crossed her arms- “Dad… she’s really sweet- I promise, you can trust her with me.. oh! I know you can come along with us to the newest gallery opening- I know you love art and Azu makes morphs… why don’t you tag along?”

To say the older woman was growing aggravated and the entire charade with Nora and her father felt like excessive coddling.. in Azuli’s family household, this many words wouldn’t fly at the table so to see them so openly wailing… it was really harshing the vibes that were promised last night.. they were planning this for the past three months, why would that girl jeopardize it for sake of some sentimental old lunatic thats way out of his bridges- it was repulsive.

continued | @erisdiamas

The doting father was happily cooking up blueberry pancakes for his three kids. His long locks tied back by a sparkly scrunchie that looked like it was made from the cosmos itself. He hummed out a tune as he served up three plates of blueberry pancakes, one for each of his kids, while he had the reject/sacrifice pile of pancakes deemed not perfect enough for his children.

The father heard the revving of a motorcycle and saw the irritated calico cats coming down the stairs. A slight grimace on formed on the 5 o'clock shadow on the mans face, his eyes hidden in the shadow of his bangs as he moves to cut up fresh fruit. It seemed inconsiderate for someone to be revving a motorcycle at 6am. But his mood seemed to brighten seeing his daughter come down the stairs from her room. "Good morning, Princess." He said with a warm smile setting out the warm steaming tower of pancakes. "I made blueberry pancakes... come and get them while they are nice and hot, syrups on the side, whip creams in the fridge, if you want ice cream I think we have a couple scoops of vanilla left."

Stephen was working on a whole slew of assignments ranging from math to science, to art to music, to after school activities he was trying to schedule his life around. He mumbled something along the lines of needing 5 more minutes to finish what he was doing before feeling the unseen gaze of their father before he let out a soft groan. "I know... what you're about to say." "Working hard is important, but feeling good is important to, so settle down with the work and enjoy time with your family." The both of them said in unison, before Stephen shoved a large pancake into his mouth, muffling the words "happy now?" He chuckled and ruffled his sons hair before looking over toward Stevie, and the mysterious person at the door. The man's parental instincts rang out as this leather jacket wearing woman just spelled trouble the moment she stepped a foot into the door with her

Stevie was in a whirlwind of emotions. He didn't like lying to their dad, but he made a promise to his sister to keep her out of trouble. He heard his father's tone and maybe he didn't notice that Nora's nighttime friend was over, but in his panic, he didn't think to tell her to go away and come back later, he blurted out. "Nope. Never met anyone named Nora... there's no Nora's around here.... nope, not here, she's been dead for 5 years... goodbye." He replied before getting startled by the smooch on the cheek, and before he could ask anything, suddenly there father was behind Stevie.

"Excuse me... where do you think you're going Mrs. Demayo." He replied gently holding her shoulder then turning her to face him. His eyes still hidden in the shadows. Nora, who is this?" His tone caried the cadence of an understandably worried father, wondering what his sweet daughter was doing with someone who screamed every father's worst nightmare.

[lockleysfav]

Medicine

steven grant x reader

summary: The reader was diagnosed with a fatal illness, neither you or the boys knew when your time would be up. When Steven comes back from a mission overnight, he and his alters never get to say goodbye.

warnings: very angsty, death, heartbroken moon boys, mentions of hospital equipment, Marc and Jake make an appearance.

Steven had left you with a forehead kiss and a simple promise that he’d be back as soon as possible.

He was gone for 3 days.

You were incapable of quite literally anything as you were constantly in and out consciousness, Marc had asked one of the elderly neighbours to look after you whenever they were gone but after she saw Steven freak out in the elevator, she never came back. Marc and the rest of them were unaware of that completely.

The heart monitor beside your bed beeped loudly in the silent apartment, it was always so incredibly lonely when they left. There was times even khonshu felt terrible for taking the boys away for a while but it was their job, it was Marcs debt to pay. You understood that.

You were tired, your body felt light as if it was floating. It was calm and peaceful. You knew what was coming, so you weakly sat up and moves some of the wires out of the way and grabbing a pen and some paper to write a note for the men you love dearly.

It took the rest of your energy to fold up the note and place it on your nightstand. The photo of you and Steven sitting nicely behind the note, you leaned down and kissed the frame, a tear rolling down your cheek at all the sudden core memories of you and them.

Tears were streaming out of your eyes uncontrollably when you knew you wouldnt be able to see their faces before you go, but thats life. You cant always get what you want even if its your last wish.

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Steven had a smile on his face, a bouquet of flowers resting at the bend of his arm as the elevator doors opened. He quickly walked to the neighbours house and knocked on it until the lady opened the door with a small jump.

“H-hello, i uh i’ve got cash but i havent exactly got all of it right now” Steven stutteres, flipping through his bank notes. The woman shook her head in confusion “What for?” and Steven chuckles “Looking after y/n” he replies. The womans face slightly drops.

“I haven’t…i havent checked on her”

Stevens heart sunk immediately. He almost threw up right then “What?! What do you mean?” the woman shakes her head again “I havent been to check on her im so sorry” shes about to ramble on again but Steven jolts down the corridor, barging into your shared apartment.

“No”

Steven dropped the flowers as he stood frozen at the doorway.

He could hear Marc and Jakes distress but at the same time it was drowned out like white noise. It took him a while before he rushed to your side with his eyes already swelling with tears “Baby? please wake up” he whimpers and shakes your body like a little kid trying to wake his mother after a nightmare. His heart felt like someone was crushing it with their bare hands, he almost couldnt breathe.

Your body was pale, the flatline being the only noise he could hear. He was begging you to wake up, he was trying everything he could to wake you up but deep down he knew it wasn’t gonna work.

Marc was screaming at Steven to call and ambulance but Steven shook his head “Marc…” he whimpers breathlessly and his legs give out, his hands clutching onto your shirt as he wailed into it.

Marc and Jake watched the scene, crying not only for you but for Steven. Steven was the one who met you, asked you out, kissed you first, had sex with you first. You were even the one who took his virginity. Marc and Jake loved you so much, but their love could never match Stevens.

He used to sit at the end of the bed looking at the mirror, rambling with a smile to them both about how beautiful and amazing you are after he’d get home from another date. Only a month ago he was talking to them about marrying you.

Jake looked away when Steven started choking on his tears, clawing at his own chest because his heart ached that badly. Marc pursed his lips together and silently cried. You were so sweet to him, during his mental breakdowns, his nightmares and his panic attacks it was always you who would rush to his side and hold him close to you, peppering kisses to his face and shushing him gently until he’d feel safe.

With Jake, he was so distant and hes never regretted something so much until now. You were both just starting to get close, he accepted he loved you and he was going to tell you he loved you for the first time when they got back. Thats why he had to look away, he didnt want his alters to see him cry.

Though they all perked up when a gush of wind caused the folded note to flop beside Steven.

He looked down at it as more tears flowed out of his eyes, you knew you were gonna die. His shaky hands picked up the note and he unfolded it with hiccups escaping his body.

Steven. I understand you couldn’t get here in time but i know how much you loved me, the same goes for Marc and Jake. I love each of you so so much and i hope you all stay safe.

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please look in the bathroom. My last gift for you. I love you so much.

Steven gripped the paper in his hands and cried out. His back flopping against the side of the bed with his head in his hands. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t open the damn door until Jake suddenly fronted.

Jake gritted his teeth and wiped his eyes as he forced himself to stand and avoid looking at you because he knew if he did, he’d breakdown. So he straightened his posture and walked to the bathroom door with his knees buckling at the sound of a soft meow.

He huffed as the wall broke and his tears came flowing down his cheeks “Pendejo” he muttered and rested his head against the door, twisting the handle and opening it. He stared ahead into the mirror, frozen before he felt the soft fur of the kitten rub against his leg, another meow coming from it.

Jake looked down and stumbled onto his knees to pick up the kitten “mi amor” he whimpers as he looks into the eyes of the small animal, her eyes the exact same colour as yours. He cried even harder when the kitten started to lick his cheek, ridding of his oncoming tears and nuzzles into him.

Marc fronted when Jake slowly cried himself to sleep, sat up againt the bathroom door with the kitten curled on his lap. He looked down at the kitten and whispered your name with a strained voice. The kitten perked it’s head up and he laughed, tears staining his cheeks but he shook his head quickly, picking up the kitten and standing up to face the bedroom, your body laying lifeless in front of him.

It took him a few minutes before he could get the courage to walk towards you.

“It’s all my fault” he cries “i should’ve- i should’ve ignored khonshu and just come home to you” he was about to go on until the kitten nipped his ankle. He hissed and looked down to see the kitten licking the bite before looking up at him and meowing.

The note left on the desk caught his attention again and he turned to it, flipping it over.

i will always be with you.

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Thank you for reading <3

[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

i love your work! you write my favorite boys so well!!! (didn’t know I needed a steddyhands x reader fix but i 100% do) I love how you write izzy!

could we have some unexpectedly badass reader? like they’re sweet and gentle all the time and everyone assumes they’re harmless but then the crew gets attacked and y/n just lets loose and it turns out they’re easily one of the strongest members of the crew.

either with Izzy or all three of them? maybe even a continuation of the one where reader takes care of izzy?

i just want reader to be cool and the boys freaking out since they thought you were amazing before and now you’re also badass?!

thank you if you decide to do it and no worries if not! ill be waiting for you next post either way!

Izzy Hands has a competency kink! Sex is alluded too but doesn't happen.

SteddyHands Discovering your a Talented Fighter:

The violent rocking of the ship followed by the sound of cannon fire had the four of you shooting up in the bed you shared, the bed that Stede had extended just after the four of you got together.

"What-" Stede began to question and everyone untangled their limbs from each other.

"We're being raided," Izzy was already on his feet, pulling on his clothes with single-minded determination. Edward jumped up just behind him, dressing just as quickly.

You cursed to yourself as you joined them, tugging on your clothes as quick as you could, while Stede stumbled out of bed to dress as well.

The four of your were dressed and out the door within the minute, being greeted by the chaos out on the deck. Izzy was right, of course, you were being boarded.

You and Izzy had your swords drawn only seconds before Edward did while Stede assessed the deck and accounted for his crew.

Snapping into action, Izzy barking a few orders across the deck. Orders that included for you and Stede to get back into the cabin.

Stede had improved his swordsmanship through his lessons with Izzy but didn't yet meet the first mate's standards, and Izzy suddenly realised he had never even seen you wield a sword. There was no way he was letting either of you get hurt, you would stay in the cabin while they handled this.

Edward, feeling protective, was inclined to agree with his first mate.

"I'll be fine, Israel," Stede assured him, finally drawing his own sword.

"Don't worry, love, I've got this," you promised, giving him a small smile before scanning the deck again.

Noticing that the Swede was getting overwhelmed by the side of the ship, flailing his sword around and only just deflecting his opponent's attacks, you jumped into action and hurried over.

Taking his attacker by surprise, you caught his sword arm, twisting it and tripping him over the railing.

The captains and first mate couldn't hear you over the rest of the chaos but you shouted something at Swede over the noise, who just nodded and hurried off to do whatever you told him.

Before they knew it, you had completely thrown yourself into the fray.

"Fuck!" Izzy growled as he lunged into the fight.

Edward watched his first mate, the familiar ruthlessness as he protected his ship, a small smirk forming on his face. Stede nearly called out for Izzy but thought better of it, he could handle himself, instead turning his attention back to you.

"Edward, perhaps you should assist them," Stede suggested, worrying as he nodded towards you.

"I think they have it handled..." Edward looked to you, gaze lingering a moment.

You moved like a fury, a force of nature, unstoppable and immovable. Predicting each move of your opponent, lunging and cutting without mercy, a fire in your eyes and Edward recognised. A fire that he and Izzy once possessed.

Clearing his part of the deck, Izzy spun around to see where his lovers were.

The captain were at the the top of the deck, fighting back to back, watching out for each other. Edward fought just like he did all those years ago, majestic and menacing. Stede cared for presentation, and had certainly improved, but had yet to match his co-captain's skill. He very well may never reach that level, due to no fault of his own, but he was proving he could handle his own.

Izzy tore his gaze away, searching for you, only to be surprised by the sight he was meet with.

You were dancing around the deck, a threatening look on your face but making no error in making childish taunts. Everything you did seemed thought through as you moved like something from myth.

And when you pulling one of Jim's throwing knives out of the mast and landed it between the eyes of an opponent before he could even get within ten feet of you, Izzy felt his knees go weak.

He managed to pull his attention away, getting back to the task at hand.

With the enemy crew defeated, Izzy ordered Ivan and Fang to lead the rest of the crew on dealing with the other ship.

The usual, pillage and burn. The ship would turn to ash for daring to attack Blackbeard and the Gentleman Pirate.

Once everything was under control and the Revenge was sailing as far away as possible, the four of you retired to the captain's cabin. Old and new aches flaring up as you all shrugged off your outer layers, slumping down into the plush seats of the sitting area.

You all took it in turns to wash, barely a word spoke between any of you yet, tired and tense. Izzy was the last to wash up and you had headed out to grab something to eat and drink while he was in the bathroom.

You returned to the cabin with a tray of bread, meats, and water, nothing fancy just enough to rehydrate and refuel. You set the tray down, only then realising the three sets of eyes that were on you.

Glancing between the there men, you tried to read what they were thinking. They were just staring at you, their expressions unfamiliar. "Are...is everything alright?" you asked with a frown.

They were staring at you like a siren had just wandered into the room.

You looked between them again, you couldn't think of what might have been wrong. The crew was mostly unharmed, only receiving superficial wounds, which was a miracle but still true. So, it couldn't have been that. There were some repairs to be made, of course, but nothing they couldn't manage or afford once they reached a port. Plus, they had come out of the whole thing making a profit from the spoils from the other ship.

So, what was that look on their faces for?

"Why didn't you tell us you could fight like that?" Edward asked, watching you with wide eyes full of...adoration?

None of them had ever seen you fight, at least not at your full potential. They had always felt overprotective on raids or when danger was around, over both you and Stede to be fair.

They honestly just didn't think you had it in you. You were always so kind and easy-going among the crew. You had never been anything but sweet and gentle when it came to them. Though, of course, why would you have to be anything other than sweet and gentle with them?

You were patient, soft. They hadn't thought you capable of taking on another crew like that. Clearly, they had been wrong.

"Oh, uh...I'm a pirate, I thought you'd just assume I knew what I was doing," you answered, brow furrowing slightly.

"Knowing how to fight isn't exactly common among this crew," Izzy reminded you.

"Be kind, Israel," Stede sighed, even if he wasn't completely wrong. The crew had handled themselves just fine today.

"I'm right about this, though!" Izzy insisted.

"He does make a point," Edward agreed, reminding Stede that, "you aren't really doing things traditionally."

"I suppose that is true," Stede hummed before turning his attention back to you. "Anyway, my dear, why hadn't you mentioned your skill?" he asked.

"It just never came up" you shrugged. "Stede, I did tell you that I sailed under a different flag before I signed up with you, didn't I?"

"You did, my fault for not assuming, I suppose," Stede nodded.

"You could have mentioned something so we wouldn't worry when something like this happened!" Izzy sounded frustrated but you saw right through it, right through to the fear.

"Israel, darling..."

"C'mon, mate..."

"No, no, it's alright," you assured them before approaching where Izzy sat.

Taking his face in your hands and brushing your thumbs against his cheeks. "I'm fine, my love. I didn't think to mention it because I thought you all knew. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you, but please rest with the knowledge that I can look after myself and you needn't worry about me during a fight," you assured him, hoping to soothe his worries.

You felt the tension leave his body as he let out a sigh, nodding in understanding and acceptance. You smiled softly, such a contrast from the cruel grin you wore up on deck only hours ago, and gave him a tender kiss. Reminding him that you were that, that you were okay, that everyone was okay.

Sensing that most of the concern had drained from the room, Edward stood from his seat. "Okay, cool, because you were so fucking hot!" he praised, practically tearing you away from the first mate and pulling you into him to give you a searing kiss.

You couldn't help but giggle into his kiss but instantly returned it, gripping at his shirt.

"You and Izzy out there, fighting like fucking hurricanes," Edward murmured against your lips.

"Really?" you asked playfully.

"The hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," Izzy mumbled his agreeance, making you and Edward laugh before the captain kissed you again.

"Well, I have to agree, you were quite the sight, dearest," Stede came up behind you, taking his turn to embrace you. Edward releasing you as the other captain turned you around. "A fierce and dashing pirate," he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

"Thank you, love," you laughed softly, slipping your arms around his waist. "I really was just doing my job though," you insisted.

"Oh! Perhaps you could help train the crew. I imagine you'll have a gentler hand than Izzy," Stede suggested.

"Not my fault they don't fucking listen," Izzy huffed as he pushed himself up from his seat, relaxing some more as Edward pulled him into your little huddle.

"I'll give it a go, Stede," you promised, honestly not minding. Plus, it would help protect the crew.

"Are we still talking or can we get a more private look at your skills?" Edward asked suggestively, hands taking hold of your hips as he pressed up behind you, murmuring against the nape of your neck.

"Edward, I'm sure they're very tired after that display," Stede chastised lightly, as if his own hold on you didn't tighten.

You laughed at their light bickering as you reached out for Izzy, taking hold of his shirt and pulling him closer to you.

"I think I'll manage," you assured them, lowly against the first mate's lips.

You managed to steal a quick, biting kiss from Izzy before one of the captains swept you off of your feet and hauled you over to the bed.

[dotster001]

Day 24: Vampire au for your otp

Summary: Koga x gn! Reader

Cw: Yandere themes, vampire shit, death, description of a corpse

Your family had decided to betrothe you to some rich man's kid.  You'd never even met them, and while you knew it was your duty to follow through, that didn't mean you were happy about it.

So you'd gone to the woods to talk to him. Koga had been your "woods buddy" for several years now. You had fled to the woods one day, and you'd met him there. The two of you grew very close very quickly, despite his tough exterior. So you were hoping he could give you some advice. He'd always been extremely wise in the past and you knew you could count on him.

His reaction had you startled.

"Why would you go and do something like that? Are you stupid or somethin'?"

"I didn't do anything, it was my parents!"

He let out a low growl and plopped onto the ground. You sat next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey Koga, I'm not sure why you're the one who's so upset here. I'm the one who's being forced into a marriage I didn't ask for," you gave a dry laugh.

He sighed. "You're right. It's not your fault. I just know how this'll go. You'll get married and your fiance will want to know where you are at all times, and I'll never see you again."

You laughed, this time with more mirth. It explained why he was so upset. You didn't get the impression he had a lot of friends, considering he never made appearances in the town.  You'd never let him be lonely though.

"I promise that won't happen," you ruffled his hair, and he growled at you again, more playfully now. "If my fiance tries to keep me from visiting you, I'll eat their shoes or something so they can't possibly stop me." He snorted, but he seemed to relax.

"Got any advice for me?" You whispered.

"I mean, I've never been married. So no. I can ask some friends of mine though, see what they have to say."

You nodded, then rested your head on his shoulder. The two of you stayed that way until the sun began to set, and you both made your way home.

                                ….

Your fiance was dead the next morning. You'd been forced to go to the funeral, and you'd never seen a dead person look so…well….dead. They looked like a shriveled version of a human, chalky skin, blue lips, and an aura of terror hanging off of them.

Had it just been them, one would have thought it was a complete freak illness. But the next night, it was your neighbor. The night after was some boy down the street. Then it was your parents.

A priest had been brought in to examine the bodies, and his response set the town straight into chaos.

Vampire.

                                 ….

The town bell had been rung. Everyone gathered to hear what the announcement was, only to see four cloaked figures standing by the bell.

Three of the figures had their hoods obscuring their face, and a man with dark hair and red eyes had his hood down. You felt like one of the figures was definitely watching you, but with the hoods, you couldn't see their face.

"Citizens!" The dark haired man began. "Thank you all for gathering so promptly. In case you haven't figured it out, we are the ones who have been feeding off your town."

"Hellish bastard!" A man in the crowd drew his sword and ran at the man, only for him to snap his fingers, and render the attacker into ash.

The crowd panicked. Screams, pleas, and prayers all over lapping one another as one of the figures rang the bell again for silence.

"Please, we are not uncivilized," the black haired man spoke again. "We are willing to leave you all forever, if you give us the thing we want."

"And what's that?" Someone cried.

"We'll give you anything!" Someone else screamed.

His gloves hand pointed at you.

"Them." He said with a calm smile.

Before you could even react, the people on either side of you had restrained you and pushed you in the direction of the vampires. You cried and fought but you were no match for an entire town. You ended up in the arms of the black haired vampire, who held you in an iron grip.

"Pleasure doing business with you," he said, and the world around you faded.

You quickly were in a new building. It looked, from the room you could see, like a lavish mansion. But you didn't have time to think about it, as the dark haired man shoved you in the direction of one of the cloaked figures.

"Here's your treat! Good boy!" He said affectionately as he and the other two figures left you alone.

You quickly tried to wrestle out of his arms, until he pulled down his hood, revealing it was…

"Koga?" You choked out.

"Calm down, it's just me." He said, wrestling you into a position where it felt more like he was holding you, than grabbing you.

"I'm sorry it had to be like this, but I can't lose ya. This is gonna hurt, but just trust me, okay?" He shifted a hand to your forehead, pushed your head to the side, then sunk his fangs into your exposed neck.

[countrymusiclover]

8 - Vampires Coming Together

Part 9

Werewolf Forbes masterlist

@alanaangie24 @tyrionsprincess29 helped me write this chapter, thank you :)

She forced her fangs into her wrist drawing blood shoving it to my mouth crying still. "You're be fine. I'll always protect you sis..." As the blood goes down my throat my eyes rolled in the back of my head and all I can think about is Alaric. My mother made my boyfriend kill me.

Alaric's pov

"What the hell do you mean that vampire blood doesn't work on her!" Klaus roared in my face as Caroline sat at her sister's bedside. Y/n had fallen ill and Rebekah gave her vampire blood but it didn't do anything. The nurse sewed up her wrist that I bite into. "Okay stop shouting. I compelled the nurses to not ask questions while we're in here." She rolled her eyes looking to her sister brushing hair from her face while she slept. "I wish she could tell us what is going on in there." My head shot up when I remember what a vampire can do. Taking a seat at her bedside I rest a hand over hers knowing the other two are watching. "We can...a mind dive."

Opening my eyes I see Y/n laying on the floor of the storage until bleeding from her wrist. "Alaric, no, no!" She saw me scooting away to only have more blood coming out quicker. Bending down on a knee to her I whispered, raising a hand out to her. "Hey it's okay. It's the real me." She bared her teeth, wincing when she tried to move away again. "How the hell can I believe you!" Scratching my head I needed an answer that only she knew about. One that wasn't about her being a wolf. She already knew I wasn't afraid of her and knew that she was a Mikaelson. "Do you remember what I said the night you learned who you were related to?" She shakes her head still confused at me. "No you never actually told me." Crawling over to her I cup her face kissing her softly and pull away whispering while staring into her beautiful blue eyes that matched Klaus's. "I was going to say I love you...but I was afraid we were moving too fast."

"Alaric we're freaking supernatural creatures. Nothing about our life is normal. So to heck with worrying if we're going too fast." Y/n chuckled and I mirror her beautiful smile. Suddenly she grabbed her chest placing her hand over her heart. "I love - ag!" Moving one of my hands I placed it over hers worrying about her even though she can't be killed in her mind or so Caroline told me. "What is it. What's wrong?" She removed her hand from over her heart seeing it covered in blood that nearly makes me sick. "Blood that's not possible. I didn't hurt you that way. I know I didn't." I started panicking running my hands through my hair, not understanding what is happening as the lights around us flickered like crazy. "Ric, somethings pressing...pressing on my heart." I pull her into my chest hugging her leaving her mind. "I'm gonna fix it, I promise."

Caroline's POV

As I was watching over my sister while she laid in a hospital bed unresponsive, anger began to fill my vision. I turned to look at Alaric "This is all your fault " I hissed out. "Caroline I " Alaric was about to say but was met with a harsh slap across the face.

" If you hadn't been so consumed in your revenge for Klaus then none of this would be happening, if Y/N dies it will be on you, you better pray that she wakes up because if she doesn't I will make you suffer in ways that you couldn't possibly imagine. You thought Klaus was scary you have no idea what a monster I can turn into when people fuck with me and my family " I hissed grabbing him by this throat harshly the veins started to pop out of my eyes.

He stared back at me with fear in his eyes, " You're not going to kill me if you did Y/N will never forgive you " Alaric mumbled. I knew he was right if I killed him Y/N would never forgive me, I let out a sign before releasing him from my hold. "Maybe, but I can torture in ways that you can't even imagine " I threatened.

It was the first day of kindergarten for me and my sister, I was excited while Y/N was nervous and scared "Care, what if I don't make any friends?" She asked me after mom had dropped us off. "You will Y/N our classmates will love you who couldn't love you " I said

She rubs her hands up her arms seeing a group of girls pointing towards us which gave me a weird feeling. Then they started pointing and laughing in our direction. "Aww how cute you brought your little teddy bear to school isn't teddy bears for babies " a boy teased.

" I mean he is a fur little thing but it's so ugly " A girl added in walking towards Y/N and Me snatching the teddy bear out of Y/N's hand and throwing it on the floor stomping on it. "Stomp on it " the other kids encouraged. "No, stop you're hurting Levi " Y/N cried out

"Hey, give my sister back her teddy bear now or you'll have to face the wrath of me " I threatened. A random kid shouted back at me, not afraid. "Oh really now?" I walked over to him and grab his arm harshly and twisted his arm behind his back. "Give my sister back her teddy bear now " I yelled looking at all the kids who backed away in retreat.

The teacher entered the room seeing what is happening and calling out my name in an annoying tone. "Caroline Forbes, that's enough. All of you return it at once!" The girl grumbled and pick up the slightly messed up teddy best before handing it to Y/N again. "Fine."

Y/n hugs it to her chest mumbling to me as the teacher called our mom to complain about my behavior. "Why did you do that, sis?" Looking at her she wipes tears away. "They were bullying you and no one bullies me sister I got your back YN " I smiled. "I love you sis " YN said. "I love you too " I responded back. Y/n hugs me as we are put in a time out in the corner with smiles still on our faces

Klaus's POV

Alaric left the room dialing someone on the phone leaving me and Caroline alone in the room with apparently our sister. I may not have grown up with her but she is mine by blood and hers by the memories they share, the connection that binds them together. "I still can't believe the attack put her in a coma. It infuriates me that I'm standing here and I'm the one who got staked...it shouldn't have daggered her. The link should have been destroyed when our mother died." I roared pacing back and forth until she suddenly raised to her feet questioning. "What do you mean it shouldn't have daggered her. Are you the reason she's like this. Did you're mother do a spell on her like she did with Elena?" I started to walk out the room but she grabbed my wrist trying to hold me back. "You know something don't you. Tell me!" She demanded raising her voice staring into my eyes as I sighed thinking. She's so smart and beautiful.

"I'm going to get a blood bag, do you want one love?" I tried changing the subject but she vamps me against the wall harshly showing her fangs. "Don't try and change the subject. Now tell me what you know or I'll hurt you. Tell me what the hell you know about my sister and if vampire blood doesn't work then give her yours. Yours is the blood of a hybrid so it has to be stronger, Klaus." I shove her back gently to not hurt her replying. "My blood won't work. She already shares it." Caroline spun on her feet throwing her hands up. "What do you mean she already has it. She's a vampire...but she'd be a hybrid..." I cut her off referring to Y/n bleeding from her wrist when they first brought her inside. "If she was a hybrid she would have healed but she didn't. No her blood runs deeper than that."

Caroline stared at me as I take Alaric's chair he was sitting in earlier laying my arms on the side of my sister's bed before she gasped stumbling backwards a little. "You look so similar, almost like you're twi - my God you're related...you're her brother!" She ran her hands through her hair pacing around the room mumbling things I don't understand so I get to my feet grabbing her forearms holding her still. "Caroline, it's okay. Breath with me love-" She lifts her hand slapping me across the face still panicking. "Don't touch me. Why the hell didn't I know this. Does Alaric, does my mother know!" I raised a hand to her face slowly in case she hits me again but she doesn't. "We didn't tell anyone to protect her." Closing my eyes I show her a memory of Elijah and I.

"Brother, we need to go. We can't stay for long." I warned as we waited in the hospitals waiting room watching family after go and leave. "Calm down Niklaus. We need to find the perfect person to give our sister to. Mother gave us a mission to look out for her." I run a hand through my hair hearing footsteps entered in with a hospital bed with a girl having brown hair. "Is that the Gilbert girl?" Elijah lifted his head sensing that this is the woman. Watching her acting concerned about this girl who didn't look like her child. "I think I've found her, brother." He gets to his feet carrying our baby sitter he spoke with the woman and I listened in. "Excuse me miss. I know this probably isn't the best way to do this but my friend and I found this girl on the road. So we brought her here hoping to find her a good home." He puts her in the woman's arms and baby Y/n yawns opening her eyes and that was how I knew she was safe.

Caroline released tears wrapping her arms around my neck and I slowly hugged her back hearing her mumbling. "Thank you. I knew there was good in you...You saved her and were a good brother." She pulls away for our faces to inches apart and I didn't waste a second to place my lips on hers. She kisses back and I cup her face deepening it right before the door bursts open making us break apart to see Alaric storm in carrying the white oak stake. "Ric, how did you find that?" She questioned watching him stand above Y/n's sleeping body. "Rebekah gave it to me. This is what I stabbed you with...so it has to be this that is pressing on her heart." I started running forward to stop him but Caroline holds me back as I growled with golden eyes. "Don't you dare hurt her!" Alaric sighs heavily mumbling under his breath. "We can't hurt her anymore than I already have..." He holds the stake above her heart before plunging it into her heart. "Please let this work...Y/n, I love you...I love you..." Silence filled the room as tears started forming that she's gone but by an upsetting balance of nature Y/n's eyes shot open and she gasped sharply.

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