#mmmm...i am not sure how like this this will stay

[appleblueberry-pie]

Explaining your First Love to the Yandere's

A/N: "The Yandere's", meaning as many yandere's i think I can characterize as yandere's as perfectly as possible without burning myself out. Also, are the pictures too much?????? Also, I couldn't find a good pic for Sugu without picking the one where he's literally going insane LMAOOO. Love how my semi-debut for my yandere characterization for him is shown w a not so pleasant picture of him(they're all perfect). Anyways, this is probably gonna be my most chaotic, yet organized, post about jjk ever. I have a solid plan and will go through with it. It's friday and this is me "letting loose" before the weekend. Also, the first love story will be pulled from my own experience. With multiple twists to it to make it sound as interesting as possible.

SCENARIO:

"Mmmm. I remember my first love." You hum in a pleasant tone as you start to reminisce events of who you first gave your heart to. "I loved him so much, it was insane. Because....we grew up with each other. We used to be like this." You twist your fingers together, smiling at him as you explain. "He was an embodiment of me, as I was of him. I don't remember a time we weren't friends. I think it helps to mention that our mom's were friends and they were neighbors. So....we've always known each other. He's a year older than me."

You two were out in the park on the grass. He suggested a little picnic together, hoping to bring you two closer so he could possibly make more moves to be more than a friend. But you were so oblivious to it, even going as far as talking of your first love as if you still missed this stupid asshole.

"I still miss him." You go silent for a few seconds and stare down at the checkered blanket, smiling. He gapes a little and resists the urge to scoff. "We both loved playing video games, we watched the same tv shows, went to the same elementary school....a lot of things happened between us. He didn't like me back, though. I confessed to him when I was 9 and he said no." You laugh. "But even then, I still loved him. I still feel it, too. For some reason, my love for others doesn't really go away. Just sits at the bottom of my heart to make more room for others."

You sigh and continue talking about the guy. "He just grew more and more....attractive as I grew up. I am pretty sure he's why I have my type that I have in men currently. He's very tall....a deep voice." You sigh, closing your eyes to remember. "Relaxed, closed off.....I heard him on the phone when our moms were talking a month ago. He sounds....so different. I don't even know what I'd do with myself if I saw him again." In real time, he watched you unravel slowly to show how.....inf*tuated you were with this guy. You were so focused on naming his qualities. As if you could picture him perfectly in your mind.

"I'm so glad we don't talk to each other anymore. I ruined our relationship. Said a few inappropriate things I shouldn't have said at the wrong time. I haven't spoken to him in....6 years. And I'd rather it stay that way, honestly. Because he's a rather boring person outside of his physical attributes. But I have attachment issues." You pick up one of the snacks laid out between the two of you. "Yeah. I'm done talking about him. I would rather not think of him anymore."

YANDERE REACTIONS:

Sukuna:

Sukuna was baffled. Anger, frustration, fear, and even jealousy kept his tongue from moving. He thought this moment wouldn't ever happen in his life. He thought this wasn't a possibility. Your extreme disloyalty to him was what made him clench his hands in anger. But if he rationally thought about this, you don't know. You don't know how much he loves you. How much the Ryomen Sukuna loves you. You were supposed to be his in all lifetimes. He felt like he absolutely knew you were pure. You smelled pure and your energy felt pure when he first met you. So why were you fixing your mouth to say such disgusting and unfaithful words to him as if he wasn't right there?

He wanted to ask you if you've been trying to give yourself to him like a whore, but he knew that was just him overreacting. He wouldn't ever say such things to you, anyways. He wanted to change for you and was trying, starting with these stupid little date settings he knew you loved. A fucking park. And here he was being stabbed in the chest multiple times without your knowledge of it. It was all your doing.

He might be human in this lifetime. He might be nothing but a mere human for you to toy with freely, and he would let you do it to him. But he would never allow a puny roach get in the way of getting what he deserves. He deserves you and he will have you, one way or another. And if that means cutting a small piece of your heart out just to keep the rest, then so be it. He can't have any piece of you in him. Just thinking about him makes another vessel pop in his body somewhere. He will kill this thing.

Kento:

Maybe he was overbearing. He really just couldn't help but feel insecure. There should be no real reason for you to bring up a man from the past. Someone that should clearly be out of your mind. Was he boring? What did that fool have that he didn't? And why did you mention it while you two were on this date??(It wasn't a date, but it felt like it to him) Maybe he was too plain. Men like him were just smokers and loners, of course you'd bring up someone else that can satiate your desire for real love. It's all because he couldn't. Not in the way you want to be loved.

But he knew, he knew that he was enough. He knew he was your type as well, so, what did you mean by he was the type you have in men?? What does that mean for him? Will you use him and throw him away? He doesn't want to be used and tossed out like trash. He wanted to be yours forever. He wanted to be your man. Your man. He wanted to be your lover, your obsesser and the one you obsess over, not that imbecile. He wanted to be skin to skin, he wanted to be under your skin, he wanted to make his mark on you and for you to do the same to him. He deserves your love. But here you are expressing it for another man you haven't even spoken to in over 6 years. He deserves that type of commitment, there's nothing he's done to deserve it this late.

"I love you." The words slip out like oil on water. And it makes his heart oh, so much lighter.

Suguru:

"Heavens. I'm glad you aren't talking with him now." Suguru chuckles and shakes his head, peeling off more strawberry leaves for you. "This is why." He points with the strawberry at the people walking past and then gives you the strawberry. "This is why I don't want you talking with them. They do this to hold you in their clutches, I've seen it." Suguru sighs as he recalls your story in his mind. Jesus, was it trying to hypnotize you? If so, it was working. No worries, it won't be around to mess with your mind much longer.

"They actively lie, they laze around, let their emotions control them, and then try to manipulate you to stay with them to be their stepping stool." He brushes your hair back neatly, and you scrunch your eyebrows at his words. "But I know you're better than him. Better than all of them." He calls out your name and stares into your eyes with a look that makes you flustered. What is his problem?

"You are the light. You are one of the most strongest and intelligent sorcerers I have seen of this time. You hold up your potential and continue to blow my mind with how beautiful your soul is. I am constantly drawn to you and your energy, I never get enough of it. I don't ever want to hinder you and I don't want anyone else to hinder your energy. That's why I will kill that filthy animal that tried to touch you." It's scary, the way he maintains eye contact with you and spits the nastiest insult about the man you once loved with your whole heart.

"I can't wait to get to know you better. You've been teaching me so much. Maybe you can tell me about your favorite nature spots and we can relax there whenever you're free. And sometime later, I could also take you to meet my family. You'll love my two daughters." He laughs lightly, knowing Nanako and Mimiko would adore finally having a real mother worth of raising them. Together, you and him would be unstoppable.

Choso:

Choso was finished with peeling the mandarin for you. You kind of were confused about how he went about doing this, though. Because all over his lap were the smallest bits of mandarin peels you've ever seen. But the mandarin looked perfect. He obviously took his time. He handed it to you softly, smiling. You accept it happily and begin peeling.

He was surprised he didn't rip the thing apart then and there. Maybe be should peel things more often. The way you so freely spoke about your love for another man when your soulmate was sitting right next to you, peeling fruit open for you was preposterous. He needed a hug. A lemonade, had to kill someone, something. But he stopped killing people for you(secretly), so he has to resort to acting like he's peeling off that devil's skin. Starting from where the shiny skin first shows. The first piece is always the hardest to pick off and it's hard to choose where to begin. But soon enough, the color underneath began to show. He slowly picked off every. Little. Piece. He heard a yelp of pain and cries of "sorry's" in his head for every piece.

Every single little piece made the air smell more and more sweet and tangy. The more you spoke, the faster he picked. The stronger the smell was. So citrus-y and delicious. It made him smile. He loved peeling this mandarin. Then picking off white strips connected to the mandarin itself, so that it was smoother and you had no access peel. Like veins, they came off one by one. He simply stared at it when he was done. Smooth, perfect. Scattered remains laying everywhere on his lap.

He's never felt this way before. What were you doing to him? What is this twisting feeling in his gut that makes him want to puke? Why can't he breathe? Why does he want to kill the kids and mothers at the playground not too far away? He needs you to calm him down.

He hates this park.

"Here you go, angel." He hands it to you, smiling. You looked a little confused at first, but then took it from him, opening it to take a slice. "Oh, this looks real nice, Cho. ......Why are you smiling like that?" He shrugs, picking up one of the strawberries you brought from your place. "Like what...?"

Toji:

Toji was silent. The awkward silence he was creating between the two of you made you nervous. He was sitting close to you, leaning over to you, his arm supporting his weight behind your back with your shoulder touching his chest. He was just staring down at the bowl of strawberries. ".....Toji?" Your soft voice made him sigh.

No, he couldn't do it. Killing you won't kill the pain and anger in his chest. This was probably the angriest he's ever been. He wanted to shout at you to apologize for how you were making him feel. But what he really wanted was to feel your lips on his and for you to shut the fuck up. For some reason, every time you open your mouth, it always ends with him degrading further and further off the side of sanity and just going completely ballistic.

You saw his hand on his hip. The hip that wasn't actually his hip, but was his gun he was resting his hand on. He would feel so much better if those shrieking rats would shut up. Fucking rodents running around you two freely like he wasn't about to ruin everyone's day.

He wouldn't say he was often traumatized, but he could've went his whole life without hearing that story. Now he has to find a random man and kill him for stealing your heart. I mean, the least the bastard could've done was reciprocate his feelings and not leave you feeling helpless. "I could treat you better than that dick." You flinch at his words before smiling, averting your gaze as well. "Oh....." He leans in closer to your face. "Where does he live, huh? Is it the prick with the glasses?" "No?" "The one you work with?" "I-I told you I haven't-" "Eh, whatever. I'll find him and kill him." He smiles at your bashfulness and grabs a few strawberries from the patch.

Sometimes he forgets you don't care much for how he says things. If the right message gets across, you usually don't mind how he says it. But he just blatantly threatened to kill him. You grab the leafless strawberries from his hands and begin eating. Nah. You were his, for sure. He sighs and lays down on the blanket, staring up at the blue sky.

Satoru:

Satoru nodded along with your words, his hands trembling. When you smiled, he did. When you sighed, he would, too. And when you finished your story, he had to swallow the thick bile in his throat. You were just....recalling old memories, that's all. Nothing else. He tried to focus on the grass blades he felt through the blanket. He tried to focus on the sounds of the kids running around squealing.

He watched you eat some of the cold grapes he brought you. They were big, and you praised him lightly for finding such a great batch. He nods quietly and stares down at his lap. Everything was fine. You were fine, and so was he. "Satoru...?" Honey dripping naturally in your voice makes his head turn automatically. The worry etched on your face made the strings holding his mind together break one by one. "Are you alright..? You're sweating."

Nothing was fine. He can't believe you just said that to him. Why would you..? Why did...? Why?.....wait, why?? Why??? Why why why why why why WHY would you do that? Why would you say that to him? He sacrificed so much for you. He killed all of the assassins that went after you when the higher ups found out about you and him getting closer. He paid off your parent's debt secretly. He paid your rent. He woke up early in the mornings to talk to you because he knows you like to wake up to see the sunset. He memorized all of your schedules when you have special weeks, special breaks, he memorized all days that you memorized, he knows what mattress you like to sleep on, he knows how you like certain foods to be seasoned, he knows your favorite weather and season, he didn't fucking learn all of this about you for nothing!! WHY don't you ever appreciate everything he's ever done for you? Why don't you notice him? Why don't you love him? He stalks you every day to understand the type of man you would want to live under your roof and be under your covers and that wasn't enough.

He's been so alone all of his fucking life. No one understood him like you do. He couldn't help but open his ribcage, breaking them off of his body to one by one to let you touch his hot beating heart with your cold fingers. He wants you inside of his heart forever and never let you go, can't you understand that? He hasn't slept in three days, predetermining what he was going to say to you during this picnic, and you tell him that?? Just fucking kill him. Kill him, kick his face, spit on him, ruin him like you're doing now. He clearly doesn't matter.

"Satoru??"

He's supposed to be the one you compare playing video games with, he is supposed to be the one you watch the same tv shows with, he was supposed to go to the same school as you!! His skin is on fire, he can't breathe, his mind hurts, the grass blades are irritating his skin and the children are making his migraine worse. Are you saying something? He can't hear you. His ears are ringing.

He wants to be him. He wants to rip open the skin and spine of the man who lived in your soul since the dawn of time and crawl into his body to experience what he experienced. He wants to do all of those things with you as kids and live with you, grow with you, let him be your infatuation. He wants to rewind time. He wants to die. He wants both of you to die and be reborn to be given a second chance he can never ever have.

"Satoru!"

Your face is twisted into heavy concern and slight fear. Satoru sat in front of you, staring at you. He hasn't moved in three entire minutes. His face was covered in bucket loads of sweat, his lips twisted into a tight smile that threatened to break into a million pieces. The corners of his lips wobbled as if he was going to cry, but his eyes were wide open and dry. His legs, arms, and back stiff as he sits in such an uncomfortable position, it had to hurt. You were scared for him.

Can he hear you? You slowly raise on of your hands to touch his cheek and he flinches under your touch, finally blinking. "Yes?" You purse your lips and bring out a cold water bottle from your basket. "Here, maybe you should drink some water." He takes the water bottle you dropped into his hand. "Thank you." He whispers and sighs, twisting open the cap. You watch him guzzle the whole thing in 5 seconds. "......maybe we should go indoors." He nods, closing the now empty water bottle. "Yeah. The sun is hurting my eyes."

No part 2's. Because I don't like continuing old plot and I love seeing people go crazy for me not continuing good content.

[blimpintime]

jade green part two

azriel x reader

in which Azriel has a personal healer, and she needs to be saved.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: rhys is annoying ?

unedited!

Cradling two warm cups of tea in scarred hands, Azriel approaches you standing in the cold next to the jewelry booth at the market that cold winter morning. The steam from the cups rising to his chilled face, he looks at you with a sense of content knowing you are well enough to be walking around now. 

He wouldn’t let you leave the healer hut unless you put on the brand-new Illyrian winter gear he had bought for you. You huffed about him being a mother hen but put them on regardless, a warm feeling settling in your chest knowing that he cares about you. 

You turn to him walking towards you with a graceful smile, “That for me?” You ask him softly. 

He hums in return and hands you the toasty cup fingers grazing yours, “Yes and it’s extra sweet.” You flush timidly and grumble under your breath, “Yeah cause who likes to drink dirty leaf water plain.” Azriel huffs out a subtle laugh in response and raises his eyebrows at you above his tea when he takes a sip. 

“Mmmm, yummy dirty leaf water.” He taunts you, and you roll your eyes at him and scrunch your nose.

You make your way back to the jewelers’ tent, snow crunching under your boots. The new gear Azriel had given you was working like a charm keeping the biting cold off your body, but your face was going numb with the frigid wind. 

Getting into the tent was a help staying out of the freezing wind and luckily it was only you, Azriel, and one other customer there.

“You two are a lovely couple.” An older man standing next to you in the tent, says to you and Azriel. 

You both stutter and go warm in the face shaking your head, words overlapping about how you are just friends. 

The old man seems embarrassed for a moment and the bashfully grins, “Sorry, you two just remind me of my wife and I when we were younger.” He reaches towards two jade green bracelets that shine in the light of the sun reflecting off the snow and purchases them. 

“Here, an apology.” He says and hands them to the two of you. You flush. Mouth agape about to refuse, when Azriel nods his head and thanks the man. 

You turn towards Azriel as he nudges you out of the booth. You two are walking in a comfortable silence and when you approach a quiet seating area out of the cold, you ask him about the bracelets. 

“I am not sure, it felt wrong to decline the old man.” He says to you with a flush on his cheeks.

“Well, hand them over.” You say and hold your hand out. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the bracelets that were wrapped in a soft fabric and hands them to you. 

“I am not sure that is even going to fit over my hand.” He says now inching closer to you on the bench feet overlapping each other. You look at him and smile, “Doesn’t hurt to try right?” He holds eye contact with you for a moment. “No, I suppose it doesn’t.” 

You pick up one of the same-sized bracelets gently and go to put it on his wrist when the jade starts to glow a deep green and widens to fit around his hand. When it reaches his wrist it tightens again to snuggly fit but not uncomfortably. You both look at it in awe, and you let out a giggle. 

“Your turn.” He signals, he picks up the next bracelet and this one glows the same, but once it is flush with your skin it starts to change color, as did his. They both glowed a bright shade of white and pulled your guys’s wrists together in an abrupt clank. You make eye contact with him and his eyes are full of wonder and yours full of concern. 

“Az- what is this?” You ask. 

You nod towards the conjoined bracelets and try to pull your hand back but it has no give. You yank again, and this time so does Azriel. After minutes of you both trying and realizing that you are now cuffed together, you let out a sharp laugh. 

“I am not sure. We can go to the libraries and see if there is anything on this.” He suggests. 

“Well, I guess if I had to be cuffed to anyone I am glad it is you, soldier.” You say endearingly. 

He grunts, “You say that now.” He looks away for a moment and then grimaces when he hears the city’s loud bells go off in a familiar rhythm. 

“We need to leave.” He stands abruptly, pulling you with him. 

“What is happening?” you question and he doesn’t respond. “Azriel. Answer me.” You sharply pull at your attached wrists still following him but wanting answers. 

“Those bells mean a terrible blizzard is on its way. So, if we want to be safe and comfortable we need to leave now. Head towards my apartment.” He takes a breath and makes a serious face. You stare at him confused. 

“Are you okay?”  You ask. He looks down and sighs. “I was trying to winnow but it looks like the bracelets are affecting that.” 

“It’s okay buddy, performance issues are normal under pressure.” You say with a cheeky grin and avoid his hand coming down to swat at you. 

“You’re terrible.” He says with a small smirk. 

I assume you heard the bells brother.  He hears in his head and you wince like you’re hearing it as well. Yeah well, unfortunately, I can’t winnow right now so I’ll be spending this blizzard in my apartment. 

You can’t or you won’t? I know I upset you with what I said, but it’s better you understand to stay away from Elain and move on.  You don’t want to be seen as a lost puppy anymore, do you? 

“What the fuck?” You say out loud. “Who is talking to you like that?” You spit out angrily. Azriel looks shocked that you heard any of that and shuts Rhys down his heart tugging that his own brother views him that way. 

“You heard that?” He asks and then shakes his head like he is erasing the thought. “Nevermind. We will figure that out later, here,” he says to you and holds his arms out awkwardly considering you are still attached. 

“Huh?” You say, “We are going to fly.” He responds. 

“Oh.” You clear your throat. “No thank you.” He stares at you incredulously. 

“I have a fear of heights,” you mumble out. His face goes blank. “I have a fear of freezing to death, those are our options.” He tells you. 

“Right, yes.” You tumble out the words. “Please don’t drop me.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it, dollface.” and then with a wink you both shoot up into the sky. 

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

It was still dark out when you heard Daryl moving softly about your little camp. You shifted on your bedroll and smiled when his poncho slipped down off you as your propped yourself up on your palm. You rubbed at the sleep still keeping your eyelids heavy. "Daryl?" you called softly.

"Yeah, 'm righ' here," he drawled quietly, materializing in the low glow of the coals.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, your breath rising in a translucent cloud in the cold air.

He nodded. "Yeah. I heard somethin'. S'just a deer. Go back to sleep."

You studied his broad shoulders for a moment and a flame of heat wicked up suddenly in your chest. "Are you?"

"Uhh—" he shrugged. "I dunno. Not sure if I can. I ain't much good at goin' back to sleep once 'm up."

"Mmmm," you hummed, nodding. "Well," you went on, sitting up, "we can get warm again now and maybe that will help." You leaned forward and Daryl watched you throw some small sticks on the coals and stir them around, blowing the ash away. The sticks caught and soon you had fed the fire back to life.

Daryl sunk down a short distance away from you, chewing on his bottom lip. It was a nervous habit of his that you knew well. "Are you alright? Something on your mind?" you asked.

His blue eyes shot up to land on your face again. "Yeah... kinda..."

"You wanna talk about it or no?"

He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and ducked his head for a moment, trying to heave up some courage like an anchor from the depths. "Could—" he gulped, "—could you be happy... here with me? I mean," he suddenly became very interested in a loose string on his pants, "if I asked ya to—to stay? I know that would mean ya can't go back to Hilltop with Maggie. I know that... ya can't be in two places at once. But—"

Your face suddenly grew into an elated smile, and you seemed to brighten with a glow as it did. When Daryl hazarded a glance at you again, he couldn't look away. "Are you asking me to?"

He gulped again, but nodded. "Yeah. I am. I just—" his brow furrowed for a moment as he tried to figure out how to voice his feelings, "—I feel like part of me is missin' when ya ain't here."

Your expression softened and Daryl's heart raced. "I feel the same way. Exactly the same."

A cool rush of relief passed over Daryl. "Ya do?"

"I do," you said, nodding again.

Daryl thought he was about to burst he was so happy.

Prompt: "Could you be happy here with me?"

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

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You were both so horny but you just ran out of your birth control and didn't have any condoms so Simon said he'd pull out only to have you riding him and refusing to get off of him and begging him to cum inside you

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

READ IT HERE

9-1-1, yes hello? There is an attempted murder in progress. Yes, it is on my sanity, thank you.

Seriously, you guys are trying to kill me, right? Because there is no way in hell I am supposed to read that and stay sane. I'm gonna have to take a minute just to get through the rest of this post after the flood of images that just entered by brain.

But damn if it ain't a pretty scenario to think about. I am mean come on, just thinking about you and Simon being so fucking out of your minds horny for each other that you are willing to risk everything is hot as hell. Just him heavy breathing in your ear, telling you how good he wants to make you feel, the vibration from his voice making your clit throb as his lips leave trails of tingles along the side of your neck from the warmth of his lips.

Just the feeling of you under his fingertips has him panting as he tries to shove his hands in your pants, in your shirt, or both if he's lucky. He needs to make you come, it's the only thing he cares about in that moment; he needs to know that he has the power to make you fall apart and it consumes him until it is agony.

Probably wouldn't even make it to the god damn bed before he is ripping off your clothes as fast as those thick fingers can get into them and then immediately throwing your legs on his shoulders and thrusting inside you the second he can; he'd just drag you onto the floor with him and spread your thighs wide. That massive, virile man isn't going be able to create anything more than a few coherent words before it's all grunts like an animal in heat.

"We'll be careful. Com' on, sweetheart...Mmmm fuck... swear I'll fuckin' pull out. Just need ta be inside ya."

(I can feel the flames licking at me right now just for thinking about this lol).

Then you end up on top and Simon is on cloud fucking nine watching you completely lose your mind at how good it feels that the minute you start begging him to come inside you, that promise he made to you about pulling out flies out the fucking window without a second thought. You pleading with him to fill you up is going to awaken that feral part of his brain that he will not be able to control and it's gonna be all over.

"Christ, can't say no to ya ever, pretty girl. Ya want it inside ya, that's what your gonna fuckin' get."

He'd be so out of it, high off the feeling of you riding him into oblivion that he will not even fight you on it. He isn't even going to hesitate to keep going all the way until you both are a whole god damn mess and you are leaking his cum. Shit he'd make sure you got everything you want by keeping your hips locked together with his tight grip as he begins to slam up into you harder and harder, loudly grunting from the strain through that point of no return. The risk would be 100% worth it at that point.

And you'd be so gone with his cock shoved so far in you that your brain cannot even create a single thought other than to come on it. So what if this hot as hell romp leads to an oopsie; he'd make a great dad, right?

Don't worry, he's thinking the same thing and he's fine with it.

"Jus' don't fuckin' stop."

Give me a bit to write this all out cause I really really REALLY need this to be a full fledged fic.

[stunie]

UMEMIYA’S SHAZAM! — sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ umemiya hajime x f!reader ﾉ entry for @melon-fodder / bofurin brothel’s music collab!! ﾉ in which a certain white haired stranger comes to you for some help…

Your routine has stayed the same from the day you moved to Makochi. You���d say good morning to Kotoha at 7:30 AM. Eat breakfast at Pothos and enjoy a quick cup of coffee. And by 8:30, you’re already out the door and heading to work.

It’s not every day that a stranger startles you the way this one did. Your headphones are dangling around your neck now, hands lingering over them as you stare back at him. Wide-eyed and taken aback. Your music continues playing, and you can still hear it.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t hear him approach you.

“I really, really need your help!” He sits beside you, hands clasping together to plead. “You heard it, right?”

“Y-you scared me.” Your brows furrow. “My heart’s racing— you shouldn’t run up to people with headphones in and yell for help! I thought you were hurt.”

It seems to dawn on him suddenly. “Oh, you do have headphones in! No wonder you didn’t hear me earlier.” He lets out a sheepish laugh and rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry! I didn’t notice. You look so pretty— I completely missed it.”

You blink. “Me? Pretty?”

“Yeah.” He tilts his head a bit and looks at you. “Pretty.”

He says it so matter-of-factly that you’re not even sure how to respond. “O-oh. Thank you.”

The man in front of you gives you a bright smile at this. A little too wide— as if he’s confused as to what you’re even thanking him for.

“So..” you fiddle with your headphones. “What did you need help with? It sounded urgent.”

“Ah!” He perks up again. “I almost forgot. I really liked the last song that was playing. Did you hear it? I can’t find it..”

“Oh,” you almost laugh at how he’s already forgotten that you had headphones in for the second time that morning. “Sorry. I didn’t hear it. Did you catch any of the lyrics? I can try to guess.. if you want.”

“Eh? You can do that?”

You nod.

“I’ll sing it!” He’s much closer to you now. If he notices, he doesn’t seem to acknowledge it. You start to think he’s just a really oblivious guy, but it’s not a bad thing.

You think he’s cute.

You watch him with a small smile when he clears his throat, humming in thought as he tries to recall the lyrics of the song he heard. “Hm.. okay, okay. I remember.”

“Listen closely,” he smiles. “It goes like… mmmm. mmmm mmm… and I’ll sacrifice!”

Sacrifice? That doesn’t sound like Kotoha’s playlist.

The laugh slips past your lips before you even realize it. It catches you off guard— and the confused look he gives you only makes you laugh even harder. “Sorry, sorry, ah!” You cover your mouth with the back of your hand when it comes back ten times worse.

You’re forced to hunch over the table now. Completely oblivious to the way his eyes widen at how cute you sound. You look even prettier when you’re like this. But he doesn’t need to tell you that, does he?

It’s so obvious. That’s why he was confused earlier. You already know all this, don’t you? Warmth starts creeping up his cheeks the longer you laugh at him, and his lips feel a little wobbly now.

“Hey…” a crooked smile tugs at his lips when you try to apologize through a giggle again. “How mean. And here I was asking for help!”

You weakly slide your phone in his direction. “I think this should be the song…otherwise,” your voice cracks and you take in a sharp inhale to resist the urge to laugh again. “Otherwise I really have no idea.”

“Ah, so you do know! Old Love? By… hm… Putri Dahlia and Yuji. Okay. Old Love. Old Love!” He nods before standing up abruptly. “You’re the best, you know that? Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.” It’s the calmest your voice has sounded in the last two minutes. “Don’t scare other people on your way out.”

He gives you an eager nod before leaving, and you slip your headphones back on. He never even gave you his name, did he? You’re also not entirely certain if he would be taking your advice, but at least this time it wouldn’t be you getting jumpscar—

“Hey!” You almost spit out your food. “No way. I scared you again? You scare pretty easily, huh?”

This time, it’s his turn to start laughing, and you note that this is the third time he’s forgotten about your headphones in the span of fifteen minutes. Not that telling him again would help.

“This is for you. I almost forgot.” He drops a folded piece of paper into your hands. “My number! Oh- you can call me Umemiya.”

He points to the paper. “So you can help me find more songs. I’ll text you the lyrics this time.”

So now he’s expecting you to know what he’s singing over text too. It sounds impossible, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. It’s not like it you would get jumpscared over text, anyway.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

A Village Raising (2) | Yandere Platonic Twisted Wonderland

Yuuka silently cooed at the sight of precious little (Y/n) sleepily clutching at a sleeping Grim. She no doubt hit the jackpot. Having such an adorable little sibling gifted to her by the mysterious summoning of the mirror. It was a nightmarish thought: that you’d one day return to someone who couldn’t love you like she did. But it was soothed by the reminder that more than likely those at Night Raven would never allow for that to happen. 

“Mmm Yuu? Mmm C’mere.” 

“Yes baby? You ready to wake up, maybe help me cook?”

“Mmmm today I-mmm g’to work…don’t I?”

“Ahhh, yeah.”

She sighed as she recalled the way you came to a revelation, of course spurred by Grim’s whining, that you needed to work to get more tuna. She wasn’t even sure you understood the topic of currency but nonetheless you wouldn’t stop yapping about it to her and Yuuken. 

“Can-I get ready for work?” Your little voice spoke so clearly, having fully-woken up at the excitement from the thought. She couldn’t bring herslef to relay the hard truth about the workforce. Surely Azul wouldn’t torture a little angel such as yourself! 

“Yes of course baby!” 

“Yay!” 

Sending a groggy Grim to pester her fellow prefect Yuuka busied herself with helping you into the mini uniform Jade delivered not long after her baby’s declaration. How he knew your measurements she wasn’t sure but then again why ask when all he’d do is smile cryptically. 

“Already into the workforce I can’t believe how old I’ve gotten.” 

Yukken mockingly held his face in his hands as he pretended to cry as you carefully finished descending the stairs with your back turned to him, slowly making your way down the steps. With both your feet safely on the ground you waddled over to the ‘crying’ giant. 

“Ken-Ken is okay! I’ll be back after a hardsday work.”

Patting his pant leg, you waited until he bent down to your level. Giving a firm hug with your little body, he sent a worried look over your shoulder. Yuuka could only huff out her nose in stifled worry. She wasn’t trying to ignore her worry of letting you out of their watchful eyes. Pulling out her phone she sucked her teeth as the clock ticked closer to the designated time. Time for her final instructions before sending you into a battlefield.

“Alright (Y/n) now listen to me, you can’t sign or write anything while you’re there okay?”

“Hmmhmm.” 

“(Y/n) are you listening to me.”

You continued to fiddle with the locks of your backpack briefcase before turning to the crouched Yuuka. 

You kissed her cheek and in a voice imitating a character from your tv-shows you said,”Don’t worry Honey. I’ll be home soon, take care of the kids for me.”

The knock on the Ramshackle door had you skipping in its direction. Already beaten by Yuuken who opened the door to none other than the tweels. 

“Good morning, Prefect.”

“Hiya shrimpies! Where’s the little business eel!”

“Here I am!” You squealed, running past Yuuken’s legs to be scooped into Floyd’s awaiting arms. Immediately abandoning your working persona you enjoyed the way Floyd playfully pretended to chomp at your cheeks.

“Remember, (Y/n)! No signing anything!” 

“Weee-ah okay!” 

You spoke breathlessly as the eel mer caught you from your descent from the sky, shouting from over his shoulder as he was already trotting away. Yuuka sighed again, turning her gaze to Jade who happily accepted the little bento box Yuuken had made.

“Back by sundown.”

“Yes, yes it will be before nightfall. Otherwise the doting parents will stay awake and worried until then.”

“Jade!”

“I jest I jest. We’ll see you later.”

With that the vice-warden went on his way catching up to the waiting Floyd before traveling over to the school’s hall.

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“We’re back!” 

“Hi hi, Azul!”

The dorm leader couldn’t help but genuinely smile as he saw you in your mini-Monstro-uniform. 

“Morning (Y/n), ready start your first day of work?”

“Yup!”

“Then follow me, to the kitchen.” 

You did just that skipping beside Jade who stopped at the kitchen. 

“This where we make all the drinks and food for everyone. And your job is to take whatever we make to the customers.”

“Okay!” 

“How about we practice, okay (Y/n)?”

“Yes, yes!” 

In no time at all you were handed a smaller tray and told to not spill as a plastic cup of water was placed on its center. Azul went to the far end of the kitchen along with Floyd who anxiously awaited your wobbly and shaky journey. Jade originally planned to only keep his hand on your back from where he was originally standing but he decided to follow along as he watched the water jiggle dangerously in the glass.

“W-woah!” 

“It’s alright I’m right here. Take your time.”

“This is really h’rd.”

“It’s okay you’re doing great.” Azul chimed in, eagerly awaiting you to reach his side. Both Floyd and Azul anxiously leaning in tandem as you tilted dangerously to one side. The dorm leader did his best to keep his mouth shut as he quantified more than 50% of the water on the checkered floor or coagulating at the bottom of the tray. 

“How’d I do Mis’er Bossman?”

Smiling up at him with sparkling (y/e/c) eyes–only one decision was clear. 

“You did perfect. We are happy to have you work with us at Monstro Lounge.”

He’d have to remember to account for the smaller amount of the drink.

“Yay! Hear that Floyd, I’m hired!”

“YES, I knew you could do it-mini eel! Now I can give you the little apron!”

Or maybe he’d just upsell it anyway.

“Jade, do I get to cut my hair too!”

“Sorry (Y/n), I’m sure all three of the prefects would have my head then.”

“Awww.”

“But I do have a hat you can wear.”

“Yay! Gimme gimme.”

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“What in the Seven’s is everyone getting so worked up about?”

Ace groaned and sucked his teeth as if Deuce was the stupidest man on the planet. His friend was already frowning at the action but still waited nonetheless. Ace began to smirk as he casually followed the crowd. 

“Pft you don’t know? There’s a special event going on in the Monstro Lounge. With a special edition menu too.”

Deuce gawked as he tensed up. “Then we’ve got to get going! By the time we arrive…”

He trailed off as Ace continued to smirk while shaking his head. 

“I had an inside scoop and got us reservations ahead of time.”

“Whoa, that’s real nice of you Ace.”

“Yeah yeah you just got  to pay for whatever I get!”

“And that’s the Ace I know.”

The two Heartslabyul first years took their time to the mirror hall. Avoiding the crowd fighting to become a line, Ace flashed an email on his phone to the intimidating guards of Monstro Lounge, where they directed the duo into a specially gated section.Sitting in the booth Deuce couldn’t help the pit that formed in his stomach; as if reminding him of his past servitude. He shook the feeling off, sending a questioning look towards his friend, who was busy browsing the menu.

“I’m curious, Ace. How did you afford this?”

Ace faked offense,”What?! You think I can’t get on the list?”

“Not without us, you couldn’t.” 

Hearing that familiar country twang, Deuce turned to see the short Pomefiore student: Epel. Sporting a prideful smirk on his face he motioned for Deuce to scooch away to make room for him. Behind him was Jack from Savvannaclaw who was a mix of embarrassment and determination. 

“Epel? Jack?”

“Of course this guy didn’t have the energy to wait to get on the waiting list.”

Jack scoffed, “He’s lucky he asked those of us with healthy morning routines.”

“Your morning routine’s start before the sun is out! I No way was I ruining my sleep for that.”

Sooner than they could think they had begun joking and laughing per their usual hangouts. It almost let Deuce forget why they had gotten the reservation. 

“Oh, you don’ know do you? Check it.”

Epel handed the menu to Deuce.

“Uhm a Aqua Smoothie a special delivery? A clam cake for special delivery? What is this special delivery that’s bringing up the price?”

Epel and Ace just continued to snicker and laugh at him before arguing about what to order. Which left Jack to sigh and explain.

“For one day only the Monstro Lounge has a very…special employee working. Everyone’s been very excited to cheer them on.”

“Special employee? But who would all the school want to cheer on? 

In that moment whispered praise and excited voices start to get louder as the sound of clicking loafers were heard. 

In an Octavinelle uniform and a tray small enough for them to hold little (Y/n) hurriedly walking by with a beautifully decorated dessert. The group of four, as well as everyone in the special section quickly pulled out their phones. 

“Here’s your scrone, mister!”

“T-t-thank you (Y/n).”

Sooner than everyone would like the little one hobbled back into the kitchen. The crowd collectively awwed before the excited chatter began to start back up again. With a renewed sense of vigor Deuce picked up the menu.

“What should we get? Should we stay away from drinks? I wouldn’t want them to spill.”

Clank!

The sound made him jump as he and his friends looked up at the intimidating faces who so aggressively delivered some waters.

“I assure you our employee is more than capable.”

“Yeah Mackarel. So is your school going to order or would you rather be on the menus yourselves?”

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Yuuka shook the sleep that plagued her face as she recognized the creaking of the Ramshackle gate. Leaving her other prefects behind, she nearly trampled Grim on the way to the door.

“Finally! The sun’s nearly finished setting!”

She eagerly took the backpack and sleeping child as Jade smiled coyly. 

“I did say before nightfall, did I not?”

She scoffed, turning back into the living room where she passed off the backpack to Yuu heading up the stairs. 

Yuuken sighed, “Sorry about Yuuka. She’s been anxious all day.”

“I understand the feeling but you shouldn’t worry they had a fun day, a full meal, and lots of work experience.”

Yuuken chuckled. “I bet.”

Jade’s polite smile stretched a bit as though he remembered something, calling Floyd he snatched a container from his brothers clutches. Turning back to Yuuken he delivered the tupperware to him. 

“Of course (Y/n) couldn’t finish our larger portion sizes so I figured I’d package the rest for you all.”

“Oh wow thanks Jade. Ah but this container I’ll empty it now so you can take it back-”

“No need! Whenever you're done just have you and (Y/n) bring it over.Maybe then I can convince Azul to maybe give out a discount.”

“Thanks Jade.”

“No problem.” “Ughghgh can we go now!? It already sucks we’re not sleeping over.”

Jade smile returned to his polite one as he sent a piercing side-eye towards his brother. 

“Well we all have responsibilities to put to bed. I’ll see you at the next club meeting.”

“Yeah, see ya then.”

Yuuken watched as the Leech brother’s left with a glaring tension between the two. The prefect could only guess as to what the annoyance was about. With a shrug he closed the door storing the food away. 

He could only guess what tales you’d have to tell when you woke the next day. It’s only a shame he couldn’t be there himself. Even though Yuu assured him they’d get photos he wondered who’d they entrusted with the task.

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The student stood rigid in the heart of the Monstro Lounge, unbothered by the emptiness and the unusually alone dormleader waiting there.

“We here to collect our prize.” 

Silver’s monotone voice filled the space. Azul smiled presenting the box filled with horribly shaped pastries,“It’s always a pleasure doing business with Diasomnia.” 

Lilia opened the box, smiling happily as he approved of the contents. 

“It’s a shame you’re not willing to send the pictures you took of them while baking these. It would have made Malleus so very happy to see their smiling face.”

Azul’s smile twitched. “Well as I’m sure you know, some things are just invaluable.”

Lilia matched his crooked grin with one of his own. “Oh do I know it.”

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“Hey Tsunotarou, want to look at the pictures Ace got for me?”

Green eyes lit up with anticipation as though a chest full of treasure had been found. 

“I would love to.”

Yuu smiled flipping through the various polaroids of the little server. 

Unexpectedly Malleus spoke up, “These memories are very precious.”

Yuu didn’t look up from the photos. 

“Right?”

“It’s a shame that they don’t last forever.”

Yuu shrugged. “Yeah but that’s what makes them so special right?”

Malleus tilted his head. “Wouldn’t they be more special if they lasted longer?”

Yuu giggled leaning against his shoulder. 

“I’ll let you keep this one if you want it.”

“I would love that.”

[kar1nsworldx]

Chrismd with a massive crush on arsenal or Chelsea super league player 😩

Eyes on the target

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y/n l/n: what a night to be a gunner 😍

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leahwilliamsonn: get it ❣️

bethmead_: iconic night? I think yes xxx

ksi: went to the game, absolute banger of a goal

y/n l/n: haha tysm, big fan of your lots videos x

use4r: lmaoo did not expect ksi to be here 💀💀

kimlittle1990: a screamer was scored tonight 💋

y/n l/n: all thanks to you 😍😍

katie_mccabe11: ❤

caitlinfoord: ❤

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y/n l/n: thank you everybody for such a wonderful night and season!! much love for you all - 24/25. see you soon ❣️

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user777: y/n do you accept my hand in marrige? 🤲💍

y/n l/n: mmmm maybe one day, but atm I think I have someone on my mind, I'm sorry 🫂

user777: AHHHHH YOU REPLIED HOLY SHIT

useroo: who is on your mind exactly miss y/n?? 🤨🤨

y/n l/n: mmm i don't know, I think I'll keep that a secret for now 🤭😚🤫

useroo: ULQDBDIXCIAOKSBCJCJJXNDBEJOWJDNC

y/nmarryme: y/n i love you 🗣

arsenalwfc: thank you y/n!

chrismd10: miss l/n everybody 💪🔥

y/n l/n: chriss 💪😍

xeuserxe: umm.... okay 🤨

us3r: the emonji combo????????

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y/n l/n: katie my love 💋💋💋

katie_mccabe11: 🫂🫂🫂

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y/n l/n: just because the season ended dosen't mean my love for football did ☺️ new youtube video coming out in 3 days everybody xxx 🌟

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xeuserxe: AHHHH can't wait to see it!!! 😚

user111: mmmmmm whos that in the third picture? 🤨🤨🤨

y/n l/n: you'll find out soon enough xx

user111: 🤨🤨🤨

drinkprime: 🔥🔥🔥

y/n l/n: prime 🤝 me

ksi: hell yeah ❤

us3r: sidemen x y/n video when???!???

sidemen: 👀🤫

useroo: WAIT WHAT

chrismd10: sick video coming out soon 🔥

y/n l/n: yessir 🗣

userly: chris how would you know that its a good video 🤨🤨🤨

usermybeloved: something is going on between them I just know it

laiacodina5: you just can't stay away from the stadium can you?

y/n l/n: you know I can't lovely 😚

user505: MOTHERRRR 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

y/n l/n: CHILDDDD 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

user505: OHMYGOD YOU ACTUALLY RESPONDED I AM SCREAMING WHAT THE FUCK AAHWWHDUCEHJCCHHCHCHDHJC

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chrismd10: England's national darlings and @y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: Christopher count your days

chrismd10: yes dear, of course dear ❤

user444: LMAOOOO WHAT

userly: AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA

useredup: istg somethings deffinitly up theyre fighting like an old married couple

bukayosaka87: ❤

y/n l/n: my photo creds??? where????

chrismd10: sorry gorgeous, forgot to mention that ❤

y/n l/n: mhm, sure sure 🙄❤

user777: THE HEARTS??? "GORGEOUS"????? WHAT IS HAPPENING

useroo: this was not on my 2024 bingo card

miniminter: lucky bastard

theobaker_: @y/n l/n be advised that prick never gives photo credits

y/n l/n: thank you for the information theo x

chrismd10: mate shut up

arthurtv: can I come next time? I want to met y/n too :(

chrismd10: no

y/n l/n: christopher you better bring him too next time

chrismd10: yes ma'am

arthurtv: yay!

y/n l/n: 🫂

xeuserxe: BAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

user505: y/n is becoming arthurs parent confirmed

us3r: I love them

userly: AGHHHHHH THE CAT IS SO CUTE WTF????????

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arthurtv: mama y papa - chris actually took me to meet the legend herself, y/n l/n!! 🎉

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arthurtv: Y/NNNNNNNNNN :))))) 🫂🫂🫂🫂

chrismd10: why are you never this nice to me

y/n l/n: fuck off chris

chrismd10: ...

user111: AAWHWHHAHSBXJC THEYRE SO CUTE

user101: I LOVE THEM BAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

chrismd10: yea yea youre welcome mate

georgeclarkeey: boyfriend come see me soon :(

arthurtv: george were not boyfriends! but yes i'll come over tomorrow (:

reevhd: cuties

user505: MAMA Y PAPA, MAMA Y PAPA

useredup: arthur became chris's and y/n's offical child, its confirmed

y/nily: arthurtv thank you for this beautiful pictures of y/n

user777: y/n once again I am asking, do you accept my hand in marrige 💍🤲

chrismd10: she does not.

user777: AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA WTF?????

xeuserxe: JELOUS CHIRS????? HELLO????

useroo: I love how Arthur tagged his coffee in the 3rd picture :((((( 🫂

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y/n l/n: to my suprise my photographer isn't such a shitty photographer as I thought he'd be

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chrismd10: 🔥🔥🔥

user101: BAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA SAME CHRIS SAME

useredup: chris youre so real for that

y/n l/n: 😍

useroo: and may we know who this photographer is?

useroo: and do we know of him by any chance???

y/n l/n: 🤷‍♀️🤫🤭

useroo: AGHHHHHH Y/N SAY SOME ACTUAL INFORMATION PLEASE

y/n l/n: nuh uh

useroo: FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEE

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useroo: 😐

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y/n l/n: says you! xxx

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y/n l/n: 💋💋💋

chrismd10: im suprised hes even dealing with you considering youre quite a prick

y/n l/n: oh fuck off ya twat

chrismd10: my point has been proven ladies and gentlemen, goodnight

y/n l/n: shut the fuck up (affectionate)

userly: #fav-old-married-couple

user444: i love them

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chrismd10: theres a silly goose in the last picture, spoiler alert; it's not me!

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calfreezy: brother ditched us

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user505: I AM LIKE WHO THE FUCK IS THAT WITH HIM?????????

userly: I DONT HAVE A CLUE

useroo: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

theburntchip: what a man

y/n l/n: I feel bad for that poor girl, because shes the one dealing with YOU, ya fucking twat

chrismd10: shut up ya prick

userly: as I said, their my #fav-old-married-couple

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y/n l/n: Pre-season in the states 🇺🇲

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user007: lets goooo

arthurtv: good luck y/n!

y/n l/n: thank you arthur!

arthurtv: :)

chrismd10: yea yea good luck ya prick 🔥

y/n l/n: thank you twat 😚

kyracooneyx: 💪💪💪

arsenalwfc: glad to have you back l/n! 😉🙌

theobaker_: lets gooooooo arsenal ❤

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y/n l/n: Third kit is a charm ❤ #coyg

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COMMENTS;

userly: stunning stunning girl xx

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user101: OH???!?????? 🤨👀

us3r: EXCUSE ME

user2.0: OHMAGAWD

drinkprime: 🔥🔥🔥

arsenal: looking good miss l/n 💪

y/nily: y/n look bad in a kit challange (impossible)

user777: y/n pls marry me? 💍🤲

chrismd10: she says no xx

user101: BAHHAHAHAHAHA CHRIS ILY

useroo: BAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA

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y/n l/n: is mister pickles 🥒 an icon? sources suggest that he is (sources; me, chrismd, arthurtv, georgeclarkey)!

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chrismd10: hes more iconic than you thats for sure

y/n l/n: youre going to lose your privilege to see pickles if you continue to do this christopher

chrismd10: yes ma'am, sorry ma'am

xouserxo: AAAAAAAAA I LOVE YOU TWO SO MUCH SJX

arthurtv: I'd say the sources are correct!

georgeclarkeey: that dog is one sassy little dude. i love him

xeuserxe: AHHHH HES ADORABLE

caitlinfoord: pickles is the best (:

user505: "all hail pickles" we say in unison ���🗣🗣

useredup: PICKLEEEEES 👹👹👹👹

y/n l/n: back off, pickles is scared 🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺

theburntchip: what a distinguished fellow

arsenalwfc: were missing the lil man on the pitch

chrismd10: btw i will be stealing him

y/n l/n: cunt

user007: AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA

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y/n l/n: oui oui bonjour 🧸☁️

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chrismd10: do you even know what that means?

y/n l/n: En fait, je comprends ce que ça veut dire, espèce d'idiot - TRANSLATION; Actually, I understand what that means, you idiot

chrismd10: hot.

y/n l/n: HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA

xouserxo: AHHHHH PARIS 🎀🎀🎀🎀

user111: are we not going to talk about the fifth picture...?

useroo: mmm y/n whos that in the fifth picture? 🤨

y/n l/n: mmm i thinks it's..... nonya business 🤫😍😍😍😍

useroo: 😐😐😐

useredup: @useroo is so done w y/n's shit 💀😭

chloekelly: pretty ♡

y/n l/n: AGHHHHH CHLOE I LOVE YOU DBJXCLUXEFG

user007: y/n youre so real for that xjxnc 😭

user444: paris is really the city of love, right @y/n l/n ... 🤨

y/n l/n: deffinitly!! 🤭🤭🤭🤭

kyracooneyx: happiness is a good luck on you. so is being in love

y/n l/n: off with your head, youve already said to much

userly: BAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

us3r: LMAOOOOOOO KYRA GIVE US MORE INFO PLEASE

kyracooneyx: well you deffinitly know him

y/n l/n: KYRAAAAAAAAAAA

useredup: OHMYGOD I THINK MY SUSPISONS HAVE BEEN CONFIRMED THANK YOU KYRA!!!!

chrismd10: 📸📸

y/n l/n: 💋💋

y/nily: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

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chrismd10: as the missus said, "oui oui bonjour 🧸"

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y/n l/n: do YOU know what that means? 😐🤨

chrismd10: oui

theburntchip: smooth fella smooth

calfreezy: nice going mate

behzingagram: happy for you ya twat

tobjizzle: ❤

y/n l/n: ily

chrismd10: ily2

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y/n l/n: god its so hard to be in a relationship with such a lovable twat ❤

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y/n l/n: love ya @chrismd10

chrismd10: even more than pickles?

y/n l/n: know your fucking limits.

us3r: BAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA

bambinobecky: 🥳🥳

caitlinfoord: ❣️❣️❣️

laiacodina5: whoooooooo 🌟🌟🌟

katie_mccabe11: happy for you doll xxx

y/n l/n: @useroo so it looks like nonya business was actually mr. chrismd (: sorry for all the caused breakdowns xxx

useroo: fuck me im so happy but also fuck you coudn't you have announced this before all my breakdowns miss y/n

y/n l/n: nope! 😛😝😜🤪

useroo: 😐❤

useredup: AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

xouserxo: HELL YEAAAAH

arthurtv: mama y papa

y/n l/n: hello child <3!!!

chrismd10: hello.. child.

arthurtv: 😄😁

theburbtchip: about damn time

tobjizzle: soo happy for you guys ❤

y/n l/n: thank you tobi!!! ❣️

user007: WAR IS OVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER

user777: oh.. so thats why you wont take my hand in marrige :( BUT YAY SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS

userly: IT FINALLY HAPPENED FUCK YEAAAAS

user444: YIPPIE YIPPIE YIPPIE YIPPIE YIPPIE

user111: MOTHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

user101: *screams in single*

usermybeloved: BEST COUPLE IN 2024 CONFIRMED

y/nily: ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

chrismd10: love you too darling ❤

y/n l/n: YAYAYAYAY

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chrismd10: love you to ya prick

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ksi: congrats bro

chrismd10: thanks ksi

tobjizzle: ❤

theburntchip: as I written before, about damn time

callux: 🎉🎉

wroetoshaw: im suprised ya fucking bagged her mate, bloody hell well done

chrismd10: thanks harry

zerkaa: 💚

arthurtv: my parents are finally together :)

arthurnfhill: im impressed

miniminter: 👏👏👏

behzingagram: how the fuck did you bag her

chrismd10: actually quite easily for your information you fat prick

vikkstagram: 🌟🌟🌟

calfreezy: sap

chrismd10: shut the fuck up ya long dick

calfreezy: midget

georgeclarkeey: sigh, ive lost another boyfriend 😞

y/n l/n: it's okay pookie we'll share ❤

chrismd10: ...i did not consent to this.

us3r: my childhood youtuber getting together with my favourite female footballer was not on my 2024 bingo card

useroo: about fucking time.

s1demenl0ver: 🥳🥳🥳

useredup: congrats guys 👏

user111: ❤

user007: I AM LITERALLY SO HAPPY OHMYGOD

user777: @chrismd10 will you ask y/n if she'll take my hand in marrige 💍🤲

chrismd10: she says no, AGAIN.

useredup: AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHA

user444: YASSSSSS

user101: nahh but honestly chris takes really good pictures

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⤷ chrismd10: yeah yeah whatever. i love you too ya prick ❤

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chrismd10: just so you all know I am not a sap, I did not know she'd post arthur on her story the moment id post her okay?? fuck off ya twats

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chrismd10: shut the fuck up

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[silvershiningtarot]

PAC: Dirty (20+) and sexual letter from your future spouse❤️‍🔥

Disclaimer: 20+ mature. This is about a sexual letter from your FS. This is what they wanna say to you sexually. Or what they wanna say to you in the bedroom.

Pil1:

“Hey, Sexy… let me clear my throat for a minute. It's so sexy how your mentality touches my spirit. I will be getting the turn-on by your mentality. Yes, I'm a sapiosexual. The way you speak. I wanna fuck the brains out. A lot of my kinks will destroy you. I wanna put my fingers in your mouth. Juice! Mouth of yours. Damn! You are so fuccin sexy. Damn! Our angels bless us together. A lot of dirty thoughts going through my mind. I wanna tie you up in leather rope. So your skin has Wales. I mean fuccin Wales. Damnnnnn! You’re such a goddess. I ain't type man/girl or unicorn isn't gonna beg for you. Come to me why don't you? Give Daddy a 😘. Wait a minute? You are on the phone while I'm talking to you. Hmmm 🤔 how rude is that? Fuccin get on your knees right now. Don't fuccin look at me? I want you to stay on your knees for 30 minutes! I don't care if your knees start to hurt. Hush you! Tell me something about yourself, I want you to slowly turn me on. (groaning) You're sweet soft voice makes my knees weak. Mmmm, let me cumshot you in your mouth 👅 while I kiss you tasting my cum. You're a freak, baby. Me too, I bite you softly, while you mean underneath your sexy breath. You fucking like it when I put my big fingers in your hair and pull it softly. I'm the best you ever had! Ooh, touch my dick. I'll choke you hard while you gasp for air 💨. Breathe baby breathe. Look into my eyes while you gasp for air 💨 I can see in your eyes 👀 what you want. But I'm gonna let you go to bed soaking wet now. Hush, not another word. Be careful now you better sleep with one eye open.”

♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️♏️

Pil2

“My Empress, I'm going to be very gentle with you. I'm kind of guy/girl, and unicorn 🦄 I love to make love to you. I'm a dirty talker but I'm gentle. I'll try to behave myself. Can I touch you? May I lay up next to you? Am I am supposed to be in bed with you. I'm simp. I know it's funny how simpy people get made fun of. But I wanna mommy take care of me. Okay, let me tell you what I want you to do to me. I want you fucking slap me. Keep on slapping me until my face is red. Then spit in my mouth 👄. Do I like that? Fuck yeah, I do. It turns me on. I want you to dominate me. I'll shut the fuck up. Yes, Mommy. I've been a bad boy. I touch your stuff without your permission. Now what you wanna do to me? I'm trying so hard to behave myself but you pushing it. I'm about to pick your ass up and slam you on the bed. Yeah, I can see that sexy smile on your face… Mmm, oh you fucking like it when I talked to you that way. I've tried to make sure you behave yourself. Stop, you pissing me off! Lay on the bed, it's my turn. You’ve done enough. Turn over! I bend over and let slap that ass. Rough you up and down, while you scream 🙀 my name. We can give each other a code. Oh, momma, you're bleeding. Are you okay? Let me suck the blood off your lips 💋. I promise I won't hurt you. But don't worry I'll be gentle. Come lay on my lap.”

🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅🌸👅

Pil3

“I’ve wish upon a lifetime with you in it. Okay, no love talk here. So I’ve heard that you’re a freak ain’t you? Do I make you feel special? I better fucking do. I like what you wearing right now. Mmmm… is that Chanel perfume I'm smelling 👃. Smell so sweet on you. I can't lick that off you because that's poison. Sorry, I'm bad at dirty talking. So why don't you teach me? I'm a shy person. But I'll try to make you as wet as possible. Nah, just kidding already am. I'm soaking too from working out a lot. Wanna hop in the shower together? I wanna know what's your body like when it is wet. Push me against the wall, bite my neck. I want your teeth sink into my skin. Mmm. Yes, right there is the spot. Tell me how you want to be touched, soft or rough and hard. Because I'll do it both ways. Haha 😂. I'm sorry I'm a goofy ball. I wanna role-play with you. So how about you and I start fucking in the shower 🚿 and then let's take it to the bedroom floor. You have such beautiful breasts. Special those beautiful nipples. Damnnnn! That shift fucking beautiful. I love your body. I don't if you are big, small, or wide. You are still an Empress in my eyes. I know dirty talk. Can I tell you something I fell for you the moment I saw you?”

[dystopyx-blog]

with the ask about all the characters that overblot, you mentioned we’d be better off when they’re regular yanderes as opposed to overblotted yanderes—so who do you think would be the easiest and who do you think would be the worst in their regular yandere state? and do you think some of their yandere tendencies would be different pre-overblot compared to post-overblot?

gonna ramble for a second here… i am honestly not too sure with leona, vil, or idia but i kind of imagine riddle lightens up significantly after it. probably more lenient with his darling in general, but especially regarding the whole following rules thing. i see azul being a 50/50, it probably depends on your reaction. having his darling witness his overblot, aka seeing his deepest darkest insecurities, and react poorly might validate his not-so-good tendencies, i.e., blackmail, lies, manipulation, gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. but if they react more positively, i assume he would feel more inclined to establish a relationship in a healthy… or at least in a more normal/conventional way. with jamil, i am under the belief it wouldn’t necessarily improve or worsen, it’ll just change. prior to the overblot, his methods likely follow a more sneaky approach, i’ll let you decide what that means lmao, but afterwards, he just becomes more blatant and likely won’t even attempt to hide it anymore. malleus is the only one i am almost certain will become even more difficult. the fear of losing you is still very prominent, but now he also fears hurting you again. he definitely thinks that he is the only one capable of keeping you safe, or at least he did think that, but now that delusion is… essentially shattered and he knows it’s all his fault. i don’t even know what he would do, but i just feel like it will be 10 times worse. stop i didn’t realize how much i’d yap hope you don’t mind…

mmmm, I love ramblings <3

Tbh I was already thinkin of doing a general “what kind of yandere are they?” Post, this gives me a lil head start on it, teehee.

Riddle - riddle is WORSE pre overblot! Because overblot teaches him to be less strict. So after overblot, he’s more forgiving with you, even if he wants to just keep you locked up. But pre overblot riddle is an extremely strict and possessive yandere! You are his king of hearts, therefore you must stay beside him and FOLLOW HIS RULES! No exceptions, even for his darling! Especially for his darling, you are supposed to help lead by example! He can’t stand it when you misbehave in front of the others, no matter how much he loves you. It’s only after his overblot he becomes far more lenient, and it is only after his overblot that he starts treating you with exceptions. He doesn’t want to be like his mother, after all. So he shows you proper love and affection, instead of just rules rules rules. And post overblot riddle feels so so so fucking bad for basically putting you through a speed run of what he GREW UP WITH, which gives you an extra bit of leniency, as well.

Leona - Leona is pm the same pre or post. Like at most he will try a little harder after his overblot to have you. He also will likely be more interested in you after his overblot.

Azul - Azul could very well be worse after his overblot. He watched all his contracts go up in sand. And he went from being fairly confident in himself to once again feeling pretty self conscious, as you said, he had all his insecurities on display. I imagine that after his overblot, more of his confidence is for show. He is SHAKEN after that, in a way that the others aren’t necessarily. All this greatly increases his desire to have you, and have you completely, in a way that leaves no room for doubts. He’ll find somewhere even more secure than where he kept his contracts just for you.

Jamil - I agree, I see Jamil as far more blunt. Pre overblot, tbh I imagine you’d be a secondary goal. Like he’s been waiting so long for this opportunity, he’ll deal with romance later. And/or romancing you is a goal he views as going hand in hand with his takeover—like replace Kalim, charm the girl, that’s not two steps, that’s one and a half, y’know? He’s charming you while he ruins Kalim. But after overblot, he’d probably just walk up to you, no bullshit, just “I like you. I am asking you out.” But if you reject him… well, wtf else is he supposed to do besides try to slither his way into your a heart? Oh but one way to guarantee he’s worse post overblot is if you prefer Kalim. That is the one thing absolutely un allowed.

Vil - Vil is worse after overblot. Pre overblot he honestly doesn’t think about you that much, sorry. He has competition against Niege and like a million other things on his mind. But you… you make him better. In more ways than one, even. He NEEDS you, his overblot only proves that. He is worse after overblot, because pre overblot he will give you quite a lot of freedom (as in he’ll let you go as you please, but he’s still controlling in the same way he is with pomefiore students), but after his overblot he requires you by his side 24/7 or he will freak the fuck out.

Idia - idk much about his overblot :’) Idia is one I see getting worse tho, in a similar vein to Azul.

Malleus - idk much about his overblot :’) but I very much agree with you.

[shalomniscient]

shshdhhdjjsjs shalom………….. i miss her 😔😔😔 having so many thoughts about her but mmmm post-canon shalom………..

the past is miles behind you both, and buried deep beneath the soil. its corpse now feeds the fertile flowerbeds of your backyard gardens, encouraging blooms of roses and lillies and daisies and daffodils. shalom tends to her flowers every morning, and drags you out too—lest her notorious anti-green thumb cause her beloved flowers to wilt.

she stays at home while you go out to run a few errands and odd jobs here and there; you may be on a luxurious government pension, but the lack of something to do has never sat right with you. so you leave in the late mornings with a kiss pressed to her crown, and return just before golden hour with another against her lips. but sometimes— sometimes, the house seems a little too quiet when you’re gone. she knows you aren’t truly gone, and that you’ll always come back to her, but, well.

she misses you. that’s all there is to it.

and it’s what moves her to call you on a particularly gloomy afternoon. you were out, as usual, this time helping out a local store with some deliveries. she had smiled, amused, when you told her about the job— you never could turn down a request for help. it’s part of what she adores so deeply about you, enough to defy the will of heaven itself for your sake.

she counts the number of times the phone rings after she dials you—once, twice, almost thrice before you pick up. there’s a slight breathless quality to your voice when you speak.

“hey,” you say, and she can hear the smile in your voice. it makes one tug at her lips too.

“hello to you too,” she hums in return, leaning against the window as she sits in the little alcove, watching the grey sky and the lazy, rolling clouds. “i’m not disturbing, am i?”

“never,” is your immediate, sure answer. her heart jumps a little in her chest at the sound, and she brushes a hand over the firm plane of her breastbone, feeling the pitter-patter of the organ beneath.

“such a smooth talker.”

“i learned from the best.”

her neck and ears warm, and she breathes a laugh against the cool surface of her phone. “is that so?”

“sure is,” you confirm, and she hears vaguely the sound of muffled conversation and the rustle of a bag. you cup your hand over the reciever, speaking to whoever it was beside you, before talking to her again. “was there something you needed?”

was there? shalom ponders the question briefly. the answer comes quickly to her, and she needed not any of paradeisos’s great computational techniques to find it. the answer was always there, locked in her once-unfeeling heart.

i need you, she thinks, always. “no,” is what she answers.

you’re silent for a moment on the other line, then hum quietly. “okay. i’ll see you soon, then.”

“yes,” she breathes, eyes fluttering shut. funny, how she could once rip and tear even the strongest of people into nothingness with just her tongue, but when it comes to saying those words to you she finds it tied into knots, heavy like lead in her mouth. you end the call, and shalom lets her head thud against the wall as she looks up at that overcast sky.

but then, not even a few moments later, she hears the rattling of keys in the door, and a layer of tension settles over her form like morning dew. she can’t help the slight widening of her eyes or the surprised part of her lips when she sees you walk into the room, a knowing look in your eye and a gentle smile playing on your lips. there’s a paper bag in your hands, and it smells like freshly baked pastries.

“you came,” she manages, her voice uncharacteristically small as she cranes her head upwards while you lean down, letting your forehead rest against hers.

“you called,” you answer softly, then let out a tiny chuckle against her lips as your free hand runs through her wine-red hair to settle at the nape of her neck. “or not exactly, but i know you.”

she kisses you instead of saying anything else, because no word that she knows could ever do justice the way she feels about you. she remembers, distantly, reading a poem on love—on a love so much greater than words, that the poet has chosen to fall silent. she did not understand then, but she understands now. your words echo in her mind and the four chambers of her racing heart, carried by her blood to every fiber of her being.

i know you.

yes, she thinks as she parts from you, gazing into your eyes, fathomlessly deep with love. yes, you know her, and for once in her life that prospect doesn’t fill her with something adjacent to dread. for what is there to dread about being known, other than the fact it shows she is loved?

[ren-jay]

Everything and More

pairing: haechan x female reader

genre: smut

word count: 800

warnings: explicit sexual content (minors dni!), oral sex, light bondage, haechan is kind of a sub but also not really

a/n: i am back after like a year and a half T-T hiiiii! i wrote this in a crazed horny state today lmao, i guess that's the power of haechan. also i'm working on a longer renjun fic so stay tuned!!!

Haechan was on the bed when you walked into his room. Right where you had tied him. His wrists were pinned to the headboard with a ribbon, his body bare. He looked up to see you drop your satin robe and reveal a new set of lingerie, bought earlier that day. 

“I have a surprise for you, baby,” you’d told him on the phone on your way home. “There’s nothing you could do that would surprise me,” he’d replied in his confident drawl. “I’m a genius, remember? I know everything.”

“Was this what you were expecting?” you’d asked when you showed him the ribbon, sharply snapping it taut. You could see the surprise in his eyes, but he blinked it away in a second. “Aw, you’re going to wrap yourself up as a present for me?” he cooed, brushing his fingers gently across your collarbone. “Actually,” you’d said, wrapping the ribbon behind his back and pulling on it to tug his body flush against yours, “I was thinking you’d be my present.”

And now he was gazing at you with greedy eyes, his stare traveling up and down your lace-clad curves.

“Jesus,” he murmured.

“You like it?” you asked, walking towards him.

“Mmhm”.

He looked beautiful laying there. His flesh was soft, and you could see his muscles rippling beneath it as he writhed on the bedsheets. His skin so smooth he could’ve been carved from marble.

You crouched on the edge of the bed, running your nails down his lush thighs. His cock was already leaking, the erection pressing it against his stomach. His legs were squirming against you, as if he was trying to relieve some of the pressure at his core.

“Darling,” you whispered. “Have you been a good boy for me?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “I’ve been the best. The best for you.”

“I agree,” you said with a smile, and you rubbed your palm against his length, taking it up in your grasp and letting your lips hover over the tip, close enough to lightly taste the precum on your tongue. Haechan dropped his head back with a desperate whine, exposing his pretty neck. You took him in your lips, swirling your tongue fully against his tip, massaging the rest of his cock with your hands. He was so big you could never fit all of him in your mouth. It made your stomach flip every time you made love, knowing how much he had to pleasure your pussy before you could take him, and how deeply he could fill you up once he had.

Haechan’s moans were soaking your panties completely wet, his voice high-pitched and soft. You sucked on the head of his cock, listening to the way his moaning became louder and rougher. Like he needed more of you. All of you.

“Y/n, babe,” he whined breathlessly, and you hummed against his length.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Stop now, okay? Before I cum.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I wanna cum inside you.”

The words sent a tingle down your spine. Suddenly you needed him, needed him in the form of an aching in your core that was impossible to ignore. You desperately slipped a hand down to your clit, and his eyes widened as he caught you doing it.

“Hey!” he yelped. “That’s my job!” He wriggled and strained against the ribbon, his biceps flexing above his head.

“Hmm? I didn’t quite hear you,” you teased, playfully running your hand down under the waistband of your panties.

“Oh, fuck me,” Haechan panted. Suddenly he lurched forwards, his freed hands grabbing onto you before he could be tied up again. His fingers digging into your ass. He pulled your hips up to his face and you gripped the headboard for support as his tongue lapped your pussy over the lace.

“Mmmm,” he hummed. “You’re so wet already, babe.”

“It’s ‘cuz I need you inside me, Haechan.” You grinded gently against his face, letting his nose rub your clit.

“Fuck,” you breathed as the sensation burned through you like a wildfire.

He tightened his grip on you, pulling you down further into him, his tongue working around the fabric and his fingers rubbing circles around your clit. His breathing was labored and stuffy through his nose, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your pussy.

“Fuck me, Haechan,” you cried. “God, it feels so good. I need you so bad. Fuck, I need your cock. Need it now,” the words were pouring out of you like a fountain.

“You and your pretty words,” Haechan murmured from underneath you. “Don’t worry, babe,” he said, flipping you over onto your back on the other side of the bed, slipping your ruined panties off your legs. “I’ll give you everything and more.”

[starsomens]

All I ask is something soft and domestic with dad Noah just pure fluff please and thank you 🖤

Note: all you had to say, was dad , Noah, and I dive in right away

'waaaahhhhhhhh'

"mmmm...." you groggily sit up in bed to the sound of your baby crying only about 2 1/2 hours from the last time, so now it was 5:58 am. This wasn't something you were used to. Keaton was born about a week ago and you were released from the hospital about 3 days ago. There were some complications, but nothing too serious. Eden was adjusting to the new baby as well, sometimes waking up along with the cries. Just as you did with Eden, he would sleep in the same room as you and Noah.

"Okay bud, what's wrong," you pick him up as his cries stop just a bit, reduced down to whimpers and soft whines. You check his diaper and he definitely needed a change. You were about to scoot over to the side of the bed to get up but you were stopped. Noah's hand weighed down on your hip just a bit, enough to get you to stop

"I got him babe," he said sitting up

"no, Noah I've got him" you said rocking him with a slight yawn "You got up the last time," He gets up from the bed and comes over to your side of the bed

"And I have this time too, come on Kea," he takes the baby from your arms and lets him rest against his chest "What I need you to do is rest," he points his finger at your sternly. Now the complication at the hospital was you, you had decided to take the epidural just to endure the pain better. However it did not wear off as soon as you had hoped it would. It took an extra day just for you to get some sensation back, and half of the next day to feel stable walking. By now, you're back to walking normally

"Well, it's already 6 so I'll get up with you," he opened his mouth to say something but stopped once you stood up and turned on your lamp. Once you were up there was no stopping you. You both walk down the hall carefully with Keaton to the nursery. While Noah changed him, you went over to Eden's room to check on her and make sure she was still asleep. She had another hour and half before she had to get up to get ready for school. She was still sleeping which was good. You go back to where Noah was, Keaton was changed and you had planned on feeding him to put him back down to sleep

"Did you pump anything princess?" Noah asks as walks to the kitchen and into the freezer

"I should have last night, but I can feed him Noa-"

"Go and get in the shower, relax and I'll feed him okay?" he said in a more demanding tone than an offer. At times Noah was a bit firm with you and would tell you to do things, but in the sense that he cares. Like right now, he knows you like getting a nice warm shower in the morning to wake you up. He isn't asking or offering, he wants you to go and shower, relax, get into some clothes and he's watch over the baby. You place your hand on you hips and just look at him with a chuckle.

"Okay, okay I give," you kiss his lips and lay a kiss to Keaton's head "thank you moon"

"of course mama, not get your pretty self in the shower"

You were convinced that you had married an angel. He was a great husband and father, just anything and everything you could have ever wanted. You take about 10 minutes to shower, 5 to brush your teeth and another 5 to get ready. You go back down stairs to check on Noah and Keaton. Keaton was asleep in his rocker while Noah was starting on breakfast. You come and hug his back

"Mmm thank you love," he say kissing his shoulder blade, he just hums and serves 2 plates of eggs and pancakes.

"While I take Eden to school could you call the docotor and make sure the appointment is still set up for next week?” He nodded his head as he chews his food

“You sure you wanna take her, I can do it and you can stay with Keaton,” he offers. Even though he knew that you like to be independent and get your own things done and contribute, he wants you to rest as much as possible. He knew how much of a toll this delivery had taken on your body. He just wanted you to get back to feeling normal. But that tends to blend in with him wanting to keep you on bedrest 24/7. But he knew you wanted to get back to your normal routine

“I’ve got it babes, thank you though” looking over at the clock, it read 7:15. You stand with your plate and put it in the sink “thank you for breakfast handsome” you kiss him deeply this time. His hand coming up to your hip and squeezing the skin just a bit

“Of course, you deserve this and more. I’ll go and get Eden ready while you get her lunch”

You give him a smile and another kiss before he gets up from the table to go and get your daughter ready for the day. Going into her room he turns on her lamp to the dentist setting to get her up. He crashes down next to her small bed and gently her awake.

“Come on princess, time for school” he says, in a gentle tone

“Mmm, school?” She responded stretching in her bed

“Yup, it’s Wednesday pretty girl, 2 more days to go” eden sits in bed and rubs at her eyes, Noah grabs her fluffy bunny slippers and slips them all to her little feet. He gets her to the bathroom and gives her her small stepstool and brushes her hair out while she brushes her teeth. Just like her father, she tends to get some bed head whenever she had good rest. She was nearly his identical twin.

She had your eyes but his hair color and his freckles. She also had a mixture of your nose and his nose, but you were more than certain it was his nose. Don’t get started on the attitude, because little Miss Princess got the sass from her daddy. After brushing her teeth, Noah helps her to get an outfit and her hair done. Well Noah does her hair into two little braids he loves to give her affirmations

“You look so pretty with your braids princess. Do you want clips in your hair and no clips?” He asked

“Mmmm Clips!” he open a small jar full of clips and pics two heart-shaped ones to put in her hair. The smell on her face was what he loved about getting her ready in the morning. He knew he would be sending her off feeling good about herself, starting off day, right

They both come back downstairs and you had a small breakfast ready for Eden. She wasn’t the biggest fan of scrambled eggs so you made her some pancakes and some apple slices.

“Morning sweetheart,” you say, as you kiss her head as she hops onto her seat at the table “ do you want a ham and cheese sandwich or peanut butter and jelly today?”

She stuffed her face with pancakes, and then spoke “ ham and cheese” she muffled out making Noah giggle

“Chew and swallow, first sweetheart, then answer” he said his thumb wiped away some syrup on her cheek. After she was done eating, she hands her plate to you and run back to her room to get her shoes on. You smile as you watch her run up the stairs

“We Made a really cute kid” no smells as he comes behind you and rest his hands on your hips. His chin rests in the crook of your neck as his arms wrapped around your middle pulling close as his lips kissed the corner of your jaw. His act of affection, bringing back memories when you had both moved in together. That was well before Eden was even born. Made you how far you had come with him. Through all of the arguments, disagreements, tours, and there were a lot of people who doubted it would work. You were honestly thrilled to have proved them wrong . Noah held your face in his hands and gazed upon your features.

His thumbs brush the skin under your eyes into your cheekbones. He gives you another loving kiss, one that reminded you of the day you had gotten married. It was a bit scary how fast the years were flying past you

“Eewww” you hear Eden whine as she finds her parents sharing an intimate moment in the kitchen. All Noah to do is giggle and turn to her.

“Oh yeah? You think this is gross? Just wait till I get to you!” Her laughter echoes through the house as Noah races to her and catches her in his arms. He sprinkles her face with kisses and tickles her sides with his fingers.

“Daddy!” She giggles and squeals

“I got you now princess!” he continues to smother her with as much love as possible.

Motherhood was definitely not easy. It has its ups and downs, physically, mentally, and emotionally. But there was something about moans like these that really made everything worth it. Every ounce of pain, every teardrop, every hour of sleep. The man of your dreams be an outstanding father to your children was honestly the icing on top.

“ You all right you too we have to get you to school. We will continue this later when you get home.” You smile as you go and get in the middle only make you know grab you and include you in the smothering. “Okay okay! We’re going to be late let’s go E!” You giggle and jump when you were met with a tap to your ass

Looking over your shoulder you see him with a smug smile. You give him the look, knowing that you would get him later on in the day.

Looking over to the rocker, he sees Keaton starts to wake up, but not cry cry. Simply just looking up at his tree of a father.

“ Well looks like it’s gonna be you and me for a little kea,” he smiles as he goes to the infant to pick him up. His large hands carefully cradling the infant. As simplistic as it may, one of Noah’s favorite things was to hold his kids. Not only did he take part in creating something so beautiful and pure and innocent. Also able to see traces of himself and you in your kids.

Like with Keaton, he can already tell he would resemble you more than him. And it was one of his favorite things. having a smaller version of yourself was fun and great to see. But what was better was seeing a smaller version of the woman he loves dearly.

He brings the baby up to his face and nuzzles his nose with his Keaton, opening his mouth and search of a nipple to latch onto

It makes him chuckle with a wide grin “wrong parent Keaton, must have your mom’s appetite, huh?”

Holding Keaton against his chest with one hand, he goes over to the freezer where he grabs one of your pumped bags of milk. While it warmed up, Noah got the couch ready to feed Keaton. He grabbed a blanket, a towel, and a pillow you use whenever you feed him

He was starting to smack his lips and whine a bit, getting a little fussy for his meal. It honestly made Noah laugh to see how serious his baby was about his feeding times. And typically he was on schedule almost every single day. I have been trying to convince you that Keaton knows much more than you both think despite him being just a couple of days old.

The milk is ready took his shirt off got Keaton comfortable and made sure that the milk was at a safe temperature. No with Noah’s philosophy he preferred to feed Keaton that shirt on so that he had more skin to skin time with him. Aside from it, being absolutely adorable, and him being an absolute self-aware father. It was also one of the most attractive things he could do. Worry about the well-being of your child, and he does see him shirtless more often? You’ll talks that any day anytime!

“You know when we were in the hospital, I was honestly really worried about you and your mom. When they said that they were complications every possibility is going through my head. I didn’t know if I should’ve stayed with you or if I should’ve stayed with her. I wanted to stay both of you, but they took you to the nursery. I didn’t wanna leave your mom by herself,” often times when it was Noah’s turn to feed Keaton he would just have these conversations with him “ but you pulled through like a champ, and your mom? She is the strongest person you will ever know in your life. I know you don’t really understand what I’m saying right now, but I love you more than words can describe.”

All Keaton could do is just look up at his father as he sled on his milk. His innocent eyes could only wonder what his father was even talking about. One thing he was grateful for was that both of your kids had your eyes. He loved staring into your eyes. Any chance that he had gotten. Now he had three pairs to look at every day.

Keaton finished every drop of his small bottle and yawned and satisfaction. Noah adjust himself so that he was able to burp Keaton, gently patting his back until the gases make their way out

"Good job Kea, good job" a bit of spit up came and splat down on to his sweat and Noah just stared and chuckled "well, thank you for the reward for feeding you,"

Noah got up from his spot and get the clothe baby sling. He got Keaton into the sling and strapped him in snug and secure to his chest. In the mean time Noah picked up the house before you come back home. He finished any dishes, made the bed, and anything in the living room. After finishing up he took a seat on the couch to play some video games and of course just observe and admire Keaton.

Booping his nose every now and then, causing a small scrunch to come on his features. Grabbing his phone he took some pictures to send to the guys. He loved bombing them with cuteness and torturing them with the adorableness of your babies. in his words, this was his new hobby. Just as he sent the picture you walk back into the house.

"hey sexy mama," he smiles at you as you lock the door behind you

"Hey, you know you look good in spit up. It really sells the DILF part" you joke with him as you take a look around and notice the house was picked up "Noah-"

"Ah," he cuts you off "don't even say anything. Now get your beautiful ass over here and cuddle with us."

You kick off your shoes and walk to your husband and baby. You sit next to him and peck his lips. You rest your head on his shoulder and gaze at the baby you made together. You Gently stroke his delicate head and feel the soft hairs under your fingertips. And just like his father, he was definitely going to have a lot of hair.

"so like.....do you wanna have another-"

"We just had him!" Noah laughs trying not to be too loud

"I can't help it! He's just so...Ugh! adorable" you say into his shoulder. You then rest Your chin on his shoulder and doesn't gaze at him. you're honestly very lucky to say the least, to have a husband who has helped you as much as he has now. of course, many would say that this is the bare minimum, and it's nothing to celebrate, but you just wanted to tell him how grateful you were to have someone like him by your side through something like having two kids.

"Noah?" you call quietly

"Hm?"

"I....I love you and thank you for being here...with me," you smile sincerely "You're my best friend, my partner and my lover and my rock....I'm just so lucky." you gush at him fighting back the emotions

"You're thanking me?" he whispers back as he leans forward " Sunshine, you truly don't understand who you are to me and what you mean to me. I will give up everything I have in this world if it means I would be able to see you happy you're literally the love of my life And you've given me two other reasons to keep going and to keep bettering myself everyday" He kisses your nose and nuzzles your face with his gently basking in. the beautiful and intimate moment with you and Keaton. Once Eden gets home, he would be sure to gush to her about how important she was to him.

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Little Girl Gone

You Haven't Changed a Bit (2)

Mob Boss!Natasha x Mob Boss!Fem!Reader, Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x Mob Boss!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Nothing really this is a rather fluff chapter, Natasha is a condescending bitch towards the end

A/N: I love the dynamics that are being built between R and W and her boys in this chapter

The sunlight filtering through the windows is what stirred you awake, but it was the weight on top of you that truly woke you. Eyes shooting open to find Wanda’s body partially on top of your own. Her leg and arm draped over you and you realized you had some how had made it closer to the middle instead of the edge you had forced yourself to when you fell asleep.

Carefully you untangled yourself hoping not to wake Wanda, but as you shifted your weight she stirred. “Mmmm....Y/N?” She called out as you sat up, legs already over the edge. 

“Yes?” You call back over your shoulder, grabbing your pants and pulling them on.

“What happened last night? I thought you were staying up all night?” She asked, concern running through her.

“Natasha came by. I gave her half the money. Told her I’d meet her at noon with the rest.” Grabbing your button up and throwing it on and moving over to grab your gun from under the pillow to put it back in it’s place.

“Is she going to leave us alone?” Wanda crawls across the bed so she’s in front of you, staring up at you. She was in a cute pink slip, one of the thin straps falling down and giving you a lovely view of her chest. 

“I told her too, but she never actually agreed to it so if it’s okay with you I’d like you to come back with me, of course the boys will come too.” 

“To the place I was taken yesterday?” She asks, tilting her head. 

“Yes sweetie that’s my home.” Her eyes widen. 

“That place was huge. That’s your house?” She sounded bewildered. 

“Well when you’re head of the local mafia around here you kind of have the perks of a big house.” Sure your group was nothing big compared to Natasha’s or even T’Challa’s groups, but yours was family. 

You pick up your phone, calling on your friend and driver, Happy. “I’ve called for my driver and I would appreciate the three of you staying with me until I have things settled. I promise there will be no safer place for your boys.” You put your hands on her shoulders giving a reassuring squeeze and a soft smile. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself, Wanda was a beautiful woman who you’d love to have, but you also truly just don’t want to see her end up like you because of Natasha especially since she has kids. She has to be around for them. She gives a nod and a soft smile back. You don’t miss her biting on her bottom lip as she slips off the bed. 

“I need to get dressed and get the boys ready.” She tells you softly. While Wanda gets everything together you get ahold of Carol to let her know what’s going on. 

“Make sure nothing bad is going on by the time we get there. Am I understood?” I ask through the phone and she knows what I mean. 

“Yes Ma’am. Everything will be perfect when you get here with them. You have my word.” You hang up the call as you wait in the kitchen for the three of them and of course the boys are nothing but questions. 

You can tell Wanda is getting overwhelmed by all the questions the boys are throwing her way over all the sudden changes especially from Billy who you’ve quickly learned is the more sensitive of the two boys. You take a deep breath and kneel down, getting the boys attention. 

“Listen boys I know you have a lot of questions for your mom, but I want you guys to look at this like a vacation! My house that we’re going to stay at for a bit has a pool with all the toys you can think of! It has a slide and a waterfall! I have a room that is filled with every video game system and just about all their games. I have a room that has a pool table and a foosball table and air hockey!” You tell them, slowly seeing their faces light up. “I have a room that’s like a movie theater with popcorn and candy and soda. I have just about everything your little hearts could want or need and if I don’t have it, guess what?” 

“What?” Billy asks making me smile. 

“I will make sure we get it, okay? Does that sound fair enough?” The two boys nod in agreement. “So you’re going to stop asking your mom so many questions and instead help her pack, right?” Another nod in agreement to your words as they turn towards their draws, grabbing things they want and need while Wanda gives you a smile and you smile back. 

You stand up motioning for Wanda to follow while the boys pack up. You two head towards the kitchen. You lean against the counter, crossing your arms, Wanda standing opposite of you. 

“I hope I didn’t overstep by saying I’d get them things if we didn’t have it. I obviously don’t have kids and I honestly just wanted them to stop asking you questions because I could see it was overwhelming you since you weren’t sure how to answer.” Wanda reached her hand out to you, her hand gripping onto your arm. She rubbed it softly as you looked at her and you could tell she had done it as a friendly gesture to reassure you it was okay, but when you felt her hand tighten on your bicep you can tell she gets distracted for a moment. 

“We’ll cross the bridge when we come to it, okay? If it’s something I find unreasonable for them to be asking it will be a no. Make sure they always ask me and you get confirmation from me.” 

“That sounds like a deal to me. Always ask Mom.” You smirk at her as she pulls back her hand.

“I-I’m going to go grab my bags and check on the boys.” She stammers as she heads back upstairs, leaving you there chuckling to yourself.

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“Wow!” The boys said in unison as they came through the front door. “Are you made of money Ms. Y/N?” Tommy asks.

“I work very hard for my money Tommy. This is what hard work can get you boys.” You tell them with a smile as they poke their heads around Carol comes over with a smile along with Kamala. Carol leans over whispering in your ear,

“Ma’am I tried to tell her it wasn’t a good time, but Maya is waiting in your office.” If the boys weren’t here you’d probably smack Carol so hard. Instead you plaster a smile on your face.

“Well boys, Wanda. I have to attend to some work issues, but Carol and Kamala here will show you around, okay?” The boys nod excitedly and Wanda takes the few steps over to you, a worried look in her eyes as she grips your arm. You give her a reassuring smile, leaning in to whisper,

“It’s nothing to do with Natasha. It’s a friend who doesn’t know what no means. I’ll be back shortly. I promise you’re safe with them.” She looks into your eyes confirming the truth in your words then nods, letting you go off to deal with the problem at hand as you head up to your office. 

You open and close the sliding oak doors of your office stomping on the floor to get Maya’s attention as soon as she’s looking at you you sign,

“It really isn’t a good time Maya.” She rolls her eyes and signs back,

“I understand you met back up with Natasha.” You groan,

“Unfortunately.” Maya and you had met after being in similar situations of a mob boss taking advantage of you. Both of you wanted to be in charge so Maya tends to work in the shadows and also with the Tracksuits, she keeps them in line as much as anyone could. Mainly they’re muscle that the two of you use because they have maybe one braincell between all of them.

“So what are we doing about her?” She signs and you sit on your desk in front of her. 

“Meeting up with her in a few hours and paying off a debt for this woman.” You bring up the security camera’s around the house showing Maya Wanda and her boys. “Natasha gave her a loan and then when she couldn’t pay it back right away she took Wanda and tried to do what she did to me. She’s under our protection now.” Maya nods, 

“Are you keeping her here?” She signs.

“For the time being. I don’t trust Natasha.” You sigh. “Come with me to this meeting? I just need you as back up in the shadows incase things go sideways.” Maya signs for yes with a smile. 

Carol was your right hand for most things, but Maya was your most trusted person. No one could replace her between her skills and companionship the two of you had formed over the past five years.

“Thank you.” You sign and she just lightly punches your arm before slipping out. Though she wouldn’t be there when you exited you knew she wouldn’t be far. Just in the shadows.

You watched the security monitors for a few minutes watching the boys enjoy the much bigger room they’d get to share. Kamala showing them their room along with all the fun rooms scattered about the house. 

Your eyes flickered around until you spot Wanda and Carol in your room. It’s not where you had told Carol to take Wanda, but you’d let it slide for now. Your California King bed rather empty with just yourself. If Wanda wanted to stay there it would be fine by you.

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You sat in the café legs crossed and sipping on your usual order while looking at your phone while waiting for Natasha to show her face. You were always a person that goes by the rule, ‘if you’re on time you’re late.’ while Natasha always showed up five minutes or later to any meeting saying, ‘you hold the power that way.’ It always made you roll your eyes because you hated being late anywhere. 

When she showed up at 12:15 you rolled your eyes at the tardiness. She grabbed her coffee before joining you.

“Well isn’t this fun. You playing the boss roll. All grown up now aren’t you?” She teases and another roll of your eyes.

“I’m not playing Natasha. I worked hard to get here.” 

“No thanks to me.” 

“Yeah. No thanks to you. I didn’t want this Natasha. You forced me into this life acting like you just wanted me to be able to protect myself.” You accused as you grabbed out the manila folder. “It’s all in there Tasha. So I need your word that you’ll be leaving Wanda Maximoff and her boys alone now that the loan plus interest is paid.” Natasha looked it through just as she had last night. 

“One more thing and I’ll leave your new little toy alone.” You want to jump across the table and punch her in the face for her little comment, but you’re in a very public place for a reason and you won’t ever be the one to hit first.

“What is it Natasha? What could you possibly want?” You ask exasperated.

“You of course. One last time. You know since you walked out on me.” You feel your face pale; your whole body going hot and ears ring until you can’t hear anymore.

Did she really just ask you that? To sleep with her again? You could feel the familiar feel of bile in the back of your throat, the sound of a gunshot, the metal and sulfur in your nose like you were reliving that night all over again. 

“You’ll leave them alone?” She nods. “Promise me.” 

“I promise.”

“On Yelena’s life.” 

“On Yelena’s life.” She repeats, and so you have no choice but to agree.

[spiralinghours]

“Personal Assistant”

Fandom: Saw franchise

Characters/Pairings: Mark Hoffman x reader (fem/afab)

Rating: R (18+ only!)

Tags: finger fucking, thigh grinding, daddy kink, older man x younger woman, inappropriate boss x secretary dynamics, mild cum tasting, dadbod/chubby physique appreciation

Summary: Typical afternoon being Detective Hoffman’s tarty little secretary

Author’s notes: Written purely for self-indulgent reasons. Idk.

“Sweetheart, if you’re gonna stay there you gotta gimme a little more room to move around. I don’t wanna elbow you.” The “very broad and thick” (as you mockingly but sincerely titled him) Detective Hoffman shifted you around on his lap, pulling you by the hips like a doll. You noted how much his legs spread out on his meager rolling chair, not only to accommodate for your snug presence, but to allow for comfort for the girth of his thighs and torso.

“As if you’re not the one who sat me here in the first place. What if I just got up? Wouldn’t you just hate that?” you tutted, making the slightest motion to get up.

He yanked you back down by the waist. “No, no, I didn’t fucking mean like that. Sit down, pretty thing.”

You smirked at the term of endearment. Soft pet names seemed foreign in his stern and quiet voice, but you liked how almost begrudgingly it tapered off his full lips. He was exhausted by how sweetly teasing you could be—how distracting it all was—but would sooner stick his hand in hot coals than to let it cease.

You wiggled your tight-skirted behind against one thigh. “Oh no, but what if someone walks in? What if they don’t see me at my desk?”

This song and dance had been done before. So much so that Hoffman furrowed his brows at what a joke you were making by asking such questions.

“They gotta knock first, don’t they, darlin’? Besides, they probably already know what you’re doin’ in here.”

He continued to look down at his papers, which you guessed he was really only half-reading. Wasn’t reading files to him your job?

You feigned a gasp at his implication, trying so hard to hold back a giggle. “Oh, detective, you think the precinct thinks I’m some kind of floozy? Some kind of slut?”

“No. They think I am, which is why none of this would be a surprise, would it now, babydoll?”

Another little name that, from any other man, would sound goofy, cheap, forced. But from him? With his languid Jersey accent? It was precious.

Hoffman froze up, making a show of stopping his reading and thumbing through leaves of paper. He turned his head quite deliberately towards you, tired blue eyes meeting your gaze. “If you’re gonna keep grinding around on me like that, I might as well take a break.”

His wide, bearish palms retracted from his desk and down over your thighs, ending at the thick elastic of your stockings. He tucked his index fingers under each band and gave a little snap. “Think these are work appropriate?” His lips began slipping into that rare, lopsided smile.

“You’re the boss, and you haven’t said anything yet.” As you smirked back, you turned your body just enough to reach one hand to his side, grabbing a love handle and squeezing. He jolted from the tickle.

“You just love doing that, huh?” he grumbled, still sort of smiling but with a slight eye roll.

“It’s a weakness, I’m sorry boss.” You wrinkled your nose into a joking expression.

“You got a weakness for fat, old fucks like me? Old enough to be your dad?” He gently stilled your wandering hand with his much bigger one.

“Mmmm, maybe.” You tilted your head with a little playful frown. “I dunno, you’re looking a little thin lately. Why don’t we go to dinner? Find a way to put it on the precinct’s dollar. Call it a work dinner.”

“Yeah, they won’t bat an eye at that, I’m sure.”

You tugged at his black tie, locking your doe eyes in on his. “Well, what if I—what if we—”

He brought a free hand to your face, thumb pressing delicately on your chin. “You’re just trying to make me fatter, babydoll. I see you.” He grinned sarcastically, eyes squinting tight.

“I like having a lot to hold onto,” you pout. “You look so good, so comfy.”

He exhaled in defeat. “Fine. I’ll take us to dinner wherever you like. But what do you say?”

“Thank you.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Thank you Daddy.”

“There it is. Thank you for being a good girl for me.”

“Of course, sir.”

You had since twisted your body completely, now straddling Hoffman’s lap in your dark-shaded stockings and black heels. You began rubbing circles on the sides of his thick belly with your fingertips, playing around with the suspenders that were in the way.

As you unclasped one suspender clip, quickly moving towards his fly, he stopped you.

“What do you think you’re doin’, baby?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged, “just thought…”

“You’d make a mess of that pretty face? Try sucking me off under the desk or something? No, let me take care of all this.” He smoothed his right paw down your thigh and under your tight skirt, brushing past your small, silky panties and into your folds.

Immediately you felt the teasing pressure from his chubby finger.

“Use me however you want, sweetheart,” he practically purred with his low tone, never once breaking his stare into your eyes. “I’m your toy. Your big ol’ teddy bear, yeah?”

You let yourself move a little more wildly, messily, skirt hiking up past your ass. The callusing on his fingers gave you just the right friction, just the right edge.

“There you go, doll,” he prodded you. “Gonna finish for Daddy?” The way the sentence twisted out of his lips was more than a snide tease. It was like he was trying to challenge you in return for being such a bratty distraction to him on the regular.

It was embarrassing how quickly you felt yourself get there—how quickly you felt your wetness trickle down between your thighs, between Hoffman’s fingers. You collected your exhaustion into one satisfied, blushing grin.

Hoffman slid his hand out from under you, immediately sliding a finger between his lips, tongue darting out slightly to curl around.

“I want this for dessert when we go out, yeah darlin’?”

“Yes sir,” you comply, feeling yourself blush a little harder.

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I'm Yours

Written for: @burntheedges Roll-A-Trope Writing Challenge

Prompt: Secret Relationship

Words: 3.2K

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warning: Angst, Fluff, Language, Smut, Power Dynamic, light name calling, unprotected PinV.

Summary: You and Frankie work together and you're not sure you're ready for people to know about your relationship yet.

Thank you to @saradika-graphics for the dividers. :)

“Unnn, fuck, baby, I know, I know it feels so good but you gotta be quiet,” Frankie breathes into your neck while holding his hand over your mouth. “Mmmm, mmm,” you try and respond. “Baby, I know. Stop. Fuck,” Frankie groans as he fucks into you.

He has you up on the desk, your ass pulled close to the edge so he can get the right angle and fuck into you with your legs around him and both your chests heaving together. “You don’t want them to hear us, do you? Our fucking jobs will be on the line, yours more than mine, so, you gotta stay quiet,” He's pleading with you now. “Okay, okay, fuck, I’m close and I know you are, I can feel you absolutely choking my cock, goddammit. Here,” Frankie takes his hand from around your waist and brings his fingers to your clit with practiced ease, the second he touches you there, you explode, and he follows directly after. Both of you going blind with pleasure.

Moments later, Frankie slips out of you with a hiss, gathering tissues to clean you and himself up. He goes back to you, holding your face in his big tan calloused hands, kisses you deeply and says, “Baby…Jesus, you really need to control yourself if you want me to keep fucking you during business hours.” You respond, smirking at him, “Frankie, don’t bring the baby Jesus into this, he had nothing to do with it.” Frankie laughs as you fix yourself back to being presentable.

“I’m sorry, Frankie, you know what you do to me, it’s not my fault that I get loud. It’s yours,” you say trying to look innocent. Frankie puts his hands on your hips and pulls you close, “Is that right? Well, I think you like being loud. But seriously, we both know how dangerous this is. It’s 5pm, people are still here working and if they heard us, you would be in so much trouble. I’m just a pilot, but you’re the president of the company, and they’ll make an example out of you.” “I know, I know, I’m sorry. You’re right, we need to be more careful. No more sleeping together at work,” you say trying to sound definitive. Frankie can’t help but smile as he replies, “Baby, listen, I know we’ve talked about this, but I still think we should just come clean about it. Sign the paperwork with HR and then we don’t have to hide anymore.”

It's your turn to sigh now, stepping back from him, “Frankie, no one, I mean no one, will have any respect for me after that. I’m the only woman in any management position at this company and I’ve tried to change that, but I get railroaded at every turn. The few women I am trying to promote, it’ll set them back in their careers if this goes public. They’ll say this happened because I’m a woman who couldn’t resist you. Sleeping with a pilot is pretty cliché after all. And it’ll keep them from promoting more women, even subconsciously. To get to this position, I had to basically be a sexless, emotionless, robot, who made no mistakes. You’re the one risk I’ve taken, and Baby, look at me, I don’t regret it for a second. But we can’t go public, not yet.”

Frankie looks hurt, his eyes watery in the light coming through your office window. He finally speaks, “Not yet maybe not ever.” He kisses you once more and walks out of your office, closing the door behind him. Then you finally let the tears fall, silently, and wipe them away as your desk phone rings and you get back to work.

Frankie sits with Pope at the bar as they wait for Will and Benny to join them. He’s got his standard oil cap pulled low over his head, nursing his beer. He tries not to go too hard with alcohol anymore since his coke addiction, which he’s been done with for over 2 years now. You were there with him since you met, helping him get his license back and get his new job. All before you were ever together. He always loved you though, from the moment he saw you, he was done for. He was recently divorced, after the miscarriage, he and his ex-wife amicably decided to split. They realized they weren’t right for each other. So, when he met you, he knew it was different, it was what people wrote about in books and poetry and he didn’t want to screw it up. He wasn’t ready when Pope introduced you. Plus, he introduced you as someone who could get his life back on track and you had been so gracious. Just an old friend of Pope’s from college who he trusted with his life, so Frankie knew he could trust you too. The more you helped him, the more time you spent together, an undeniable connection forged between you.

And then, just a few months ago when you were working late, Frankie came to say goodbye at the end of the day like he always did. This time, he found you crying at your desk. He quickly locked the door and ran over to kneel beside you, touching your shoulder and then rubbing your back as he said, “No, no, what’s wrong, sweetheart. Oh god, are you okay?” You try and wipe your eyes, but you can’t stop the tears now that they’ve started. You sigh, looking into Frankie’s eyes and say, “It’s okay, Frankie. It’s fine, really, you can go. I don’t want to hold you up.” He shushes you softly, “Stop that now, I’ve got nowhere to be, I’m here. Now please tell me what’s wrong?” You sigh again, almost laughing at yourself, you’re crying at your desk in front of your employee. You trust him and he’s a great friend to you, but you still just feel pathetic like this, you can usually keep emotions out of your job, but that week had just drained you. “I’ve had a shit week, Frank,” you laugh, you always call him Frank when you want to get him to laugh because it seems so ill-fitting for him. Frankie smiles at you and pulls you in for a hug, “We all have shitty weeks sometimes, Hun, I’m here for you, what can I do? I’ll do anything, just name it.” You scoff, “Unless you can distract me enough so I feel like my brain is turned off, I’m not sure there’s anything that can help me. And usually, the only way to get my brain to turn off is to get good and laid.”

The second you say it your eyes shut, and your cheeks flush. You might have had a little crush on Frankie, but he’s never once made any kind of move in all the time you’ve known each other so you’re certain he doesn’t see you like that and fuck, why do you have such a big dumb mouth. “Frankie, oh my god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. It was so inappropriate and I-,” you’re cut off by Frankie’s hand on your cheek forcing you to look him in the eye. And fuck, his eyes are dark brown and hauntingly beautiful and right now he’s not laughing or embarrassed, he looks determined. He finally speaks, his lips so close to yours you feel his breath on your mouth, “Is that what you need, pretty girl? You should have just asked; I can take care of that for you.” He looks from your eyes to your mouth, like he’s seeking your permission, and you’re dumbfounded. He starts to pull away and you think this might be your only chance and your week really has been terrible, it���s a Friday, most everyone is gone, and you think he locked the door. And so, you kiss him.

His lips are soft and plump, and his mustache tickles your lip so softly. He kisses you back and suddenly his hands are everywhere and he’s pulling you up out of your chair and pushing you against your desk. You toss his hat off and rake your fingers through his curls. He pulls away from you, grabs your face in his hand and says with heavy breaths, “I need you to tell me you want this.” You swallow loudly while catching your breath too and say, “I want this, Frankie, I want you.” And that’s all he needs; he’s kissing you again and then kissing your neck as he turns you around in his hold and bends you over your desk. Always checking in with every forceful change, “You, okay? This good? Yeah?” And all you do is say, “Yes, yes, more.” He stops hesitating now that you’re more vocal. Reminding him that you’re into what he’s doing with whispered praise and encouragement.

He pulls your dress up and your leggings and panties down, spreading your feet wider with his own. He plays in your slick folds with his fingers, “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, baby. God, I need to be inside you now.” You respond immediately, “Yes, Frankie, now, fuck. I have an IUD, so if you don’t have a condom its fine, I haven’t been with anyone in ages.” You go quiet after that, slightly embarrassed but Frankie speaks up quickly, “Neither have I, gorgeous, and I don’t have condom on me so fuck it. You ready?” “Yes, Frank, stop teasing and fuck me now.” “Oh, fucking needy little slut, huh?” “Oh, god yes, I’m such a slut for you, don’t make me wait.” And he doesn’t, with a hard thrust, Frankie is flush inside you to the hilt and you moan so loud he has to clap his hand around your mouth and that makes it all the sexier.

Now all you can hear is the sound of wet slapping filling your ears as Frankie absolutely ruins your pussy. “Fuck, Frankie, you’re so big, feels, So. Fucking. Good.” “I know, baby, I know. I think this pussy was made for me, taking me so well but you need to shut the fuck up in case anyone is still here, you know. At work,” Frankie says with a grin on his face and a hand on your shoulder for leverage, pulling you back on his dick hard and fast. His other hand snakes around you to find your clit and rub it perfectly, another languid moan falling from your lips, and he puts his hand around your throat this time to shut you up. He has to control his own volume now, “Fuck, you like that, I can feel you squeezing the life out of me, I’m close baby, you close? Yeah? Yeah, you gonna come all over my cock, honey? Fuck, let’s do it together. I’m gonna count you down so just hold on. Three, fuck, two, unhhh, jesus, one. COME.” Your own hand flies to cover your mouth this time as you absolutely come undone around him and he finishes inside you, both of your bodies slack against the desk and Frankie on top of you, kissing your back.

“Wow, fuck, that was, that was really nice,” Frankie says as he stands back up. Helping you up and turning you around so you can prop yourself up against the desk. He takes tissues from your desk and cleans you up before pulling your clothes back up. Then he’s putting himself back into his jeans. He kisses you sweetly, romantically and you wonder if this means more to him than just sex, you know it means more to you. But he works for you and it's complicated. “Thank you, Frankie, that really did turn my brain off,” you say with a shy smile and heavy-lidded eyes. He smiles back and that dimple comes out and makes the walls you’ve tried to put up between you just crumble. “It was absolutely my pleasure, sweetheart,” Frankie says with a grin. “Anytime you need that, you don’t hesitate to let me know.” You smile and find his hat and place it back on his head backwards, he looks like a 20-year-old like that, it’s really endearing. “I’ll keep that in mind, Pilot,” you say with a salute. “Now scram, I’ll see you Monday.”

Back in the bar, Frankie is totally lost in thought with the memory of that first beautiful encounter in your office when he hears Pope’s voice saying his name. “Frankie, jesus, where the hell are you tonight?” Frankie looks at him, “Sorry man, I’m just thinking about things, I don’t know.” Pope takes another sip of his beer and sighs, “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” Frankie doesn’t even pretend that he doesn’t know who Pope is talking about. Pope continues, “You know, I’ve always known, it’s obvious how you two feel about each other.” Frankie breathes, “Yeah, and what about it, nothings ever going to come of it. I don’t think she actually wants anything to do with me.” Pope rolls his eyes, “That’s ridiculous Frankie, she’s been in love with you from the start, and if you can’t make it work with her, that’s your problem.” Frankie looks frustrated, “That’s easy to say but it’s complicated between us and at work, you wouldn’t understand, Pope.” He sighs, “Do you care about her, Frank?” Frankie nods. “And do you love her?” Frankie nods. “And would you do anything for her?” Frankie nods. “Well, I think you have your fucking answer, buddy. Now, go make it happen.”

You’re sitting on your couch; you haven’t even put on a show. This is that thing that happens. You feel fucked up. You feel sad and you can’t really bring yourself to do anything. Even to like throw on a show you can pretend to watch. Fuck. But now someone is knocking at your front door. And after what feels like a long time, you go and answer it. Frankie is standing there. He looks at you with worry, once he sees the emptiness in your eyes. You turn back into your home and beckon him inside. “Hey,” you say, softly. “Hey,” he says back as he walks past you, into your house.

“Hun, are you okay?” Frankie says as he walks into your living room and takes a seat on your couch. “No, I’m not okay, Frankie,” you reply as you slump down on the couch next to him. “I want you; I don’t know what to do. This job isn’t easy, and I don’t know how to be strong and be myself and be with you, but I’ll do what it takes. Fuck it. I love you, Frankie.” He crashes his lips to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. After a few moments he pulls back to look you in the eyes, they’re pained but they’re more alive now. “Baby, I love you, too. I want you so much. Please be mine, let everyone know. All I want is to be by your side, always,” Frankie urges.

At the next office party, you and Frankie exchange glances and smiles from across the room. It feels like the two of you are the only ones there. You know what you need to do. You can’t stay away from him anymore. You don’t want to. You want him by your side, you want to introduce him as your boyfriend, god maybe even husband. This is very clearly the love of your life, and you don’t want to wait another second. No one’s ever made you feel more safe, more loved, more at home. Frankie’s looking at you from a few feet away, you’re smiling at him so brightly he feels like his heart may stop. You start to walk over to him and when you reach him you say quietly, “Let’s tell them. Let’s tell Sally in HR right now. I can’t wait any longer.” Franking holds your hand, the brightest smile on his face as he starts walking you over to Sally. She greets you both, “Fun party, huh? It’s a really nice venue this year.” Frankie speaks first, “Hi, Sally, yeah, um we know we should do this at the office, and we will next week but she,” he says looking over at you, “and I are entering into a romantic relationship, and we’d like to sign whatever paperwork you think we need to make it all above board.” You smile shyly, looking to Frankie who helps your heartrate lower just by looking in your eyes. “Yeah, we are together, and we wanted to tell you tonight.” Sally looks to both of you a little smirk appearing on her face, “Um, sure, that’s fine, we’ll have the paperwork for you all Monday afternoon. You know, we all expected this to happen sooner or later the way you two look at each other, you’d have to be dead not to notice. Congrats!” And she walks off to the bar for a drink.

Frankie looks at you silently and you look back at him. “Were we really that obvious?” you ask. And then you both start laughing out loud at the ridiculous situation you’ve found yourselves in. Another pilot named Dan sees you laughing and walks over, “So, looks like you two finally admitted to banging?” This is exactly the kind of shit you were afraid of but before you or Frankie could speak, the owner of the company, Richard, comes over and says, “Dan, shut up and go drink some coffee.” Then he looks to you and says, “I heard the news already, you know gossip travels faster than lightning here. I’m happy for you two, I think you make a fine couple. Now, Son,” he turns to Frankie, “you better act respectfully here, she’s the best and brightest of us and she’s here to stay.” Frankie swallows and you hold his hand a little tighter, “You got it, Sir.” “Good, hope you two enjoy the rest of the party.”

You and Frankie spend the party in each other’s arms, and while you know this is going to be difficult to maneuver, knowing Richard values you so much and that Frankie really will be by your side through it all, you’re less afraid than you were before. And you think it’s time you start speaking to Richard more about the women you are mentoring for management roles and being more proactive for them.

The next time you see Pope, you and Frankie are arm in arm walking towards him at the bar and he has the biggest grin on his face. “Finally!” he says and then he brings you both into a tight hug as he continues, “My two favorite people, finally getting their heads out of their asses and just admitting what all of us already knew.” “Your two favorite people, what does that make us,” says Benny as he and Will walk up to join you all. Smiling and hugging you and Frankie. “We were all placing bets on when it finally happened,” Will says, “and I won. Knew it after last time I saw Frankie here, knew it’d be within a month, the man’s got it bad.” You speak up then, but looking directly in Frankie’s beautiful brown eyes, “I’m the one who’s got it bad, baby.” You kiss him and the boys whoop to that. What you don’t know is that Frankie’s got a ring in his sock drawer in the house that you’re moving into next week.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this. It was so much fun to write and it's my first challenge writing. :)

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Reiji's perfect gift

From author: I'm gonna try just a tiny different writing style today sooo enjoy

Edit: I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF OH MY GODDDDDDD I POSTED THIS BY ACCIDENT AND TRIED TO CNP IT BEFORE I DELETED IT BUT IT ONLY GOT LIKE ONE SENTENCE. I AM LEAVING THE EARTH.

"Mmmm... That's- hnng- good..." I grunted out in relief as I felt their gentle fingers easily glide across my aching muscle, pulling and tugging until I could no longer hold in my voice. Just the feeling of them on my skin made me instantly fall into a state of relaxation and pleasure.

Once they were done, I rose up from the bed and rolled my shoulders. "Thank you, I do appreciate it." The words left my mouth as if butter had been smeared all over my lips. I turned around to face them, looking into their eyes. I wish I could've stayed longer but I had important duties that couldn't be dismissed.

Truth be told, I've been certainly stressed out these past few days with the events father had planned for us. Convincing my no good brothers was hard enough as it is to attend, but making sure they don't make a fool of the Sakamaki name would be the harder issue at play.

"Reiji? You're kinda zoning out, you ok?" I heard their voice and immediately snapped my attention back to them. I cupped their face with a gloved hand and grazed their cheek with my thumb. "It's nothing you should be worrying about. I'm just focusing on making sure everything turns out the way father expects it to." They quirk an eyebrow at me before giggling.

"What's so funny?" I ask. "Well if things turn out the way he expects it to, then wouldn't that be a disaster?" I grin as the joke registers to me. As much as I do appreciate the humour, it was just another reminder that without me, this family would completely fall apart.

"I suppose you're right. Truly I couldn't imagine them being on any kind of behaviour, so it'll be hard to make sure they're even on their best one." They look at me a bit despondent as if they know what has to happen now. "Goodnight. I do hope you have a good rest, if you need me, you know where to find me."

I watch as their hands grab onto mines, not saying a word. It would be so easy to ignore what must be done and just stay here with them, but I'm afraid that that's just not in my character. "Don't look so troubled, you'll feel my fangs soon enough."

"I watch as their expression changes from one of surprise to embarrassment. What a predictable human. "I assume that's why you're so against letting me go no?" As their unbelievable fibs reach my ears, I can't help but think about how I'm only wasting more time. I say my farewells and immediately head to the game room to check on my brothers.

"Really Ayato, you never fail to disappoint me." I watch as he freezes in his spot, pool table clutched in hand. "Shit.... Reiji." I sigh before crossing my arms. "I don't expect anything from you other than to slack off, but even then you prove to me time and time again that you cannot be trusted with anything. You can't even set an example for your younger brothers! You agreed to come to the gathering and claimed that you had read the event's guidelines, yet here you are lazing off and playing games! You understand the severity of your situation don't you? Of all of us? We are to present the family's greatest accomplishments over the years and yet we have nothing to show for it."

I fix my glasses as my voice grows Stern and tense. "Tch- why don't ya take that damn stick outta your ass and have fun for once? Isn't today supposed to be your special day?" If I didn't have more important things to attend to, I'd slap that imprudent little boy across his face. Where does he honestly get the audacity to speak to me of all people like that?

"You know that as vampires, our birthdays are rather pointless and tiresome to celebrate. I am not some weak mortal that needs to be pitied for having gained another year to my age. Kanato, your advanced math class is having a meet-up tomorrow, you will be attending. Laito, I've arranged for you to be giving a tour in the demon world where you'll be teaching others about our history and culture, all your notes and resources are on your desk. Ayato, you have been designated to attend tomorrow's ball along with Subaru. You all have your work cut out for you so I don't expect anyone to be slacking off."

They luckily knew I wasn't asking but still, neither seemed pleased to be bossed around. "I think I'd rather die than have an old guy like you tell me what to do you know." Laito spoke with firm determination, I could see it in his face and sense it in his voice, no matter how smooth of a tone he may put on.

"These are not my wishes, I am simply carrying out our duties and making sure you low-lives don't drag the Sakamaki name through mud." I quickly spat back at him. Why must they oppose every single thing I say? I'm doing this for them! I sigh before taking my leave.... Until I heard Kanato murmur something under his breath.

I snapped my head towards him. "Speak up, it's rude to mumble, you're no longer a child anymore Kanato." I watched as Kanato looked at the floor, fiddling with that teddy bear of his before finally speaking up with such dead eyes.

"Teddy and I think that you should just leave if everything's such a bother to you.... You don't care about us anyway, but I can't say that we all don't feel the same! Uuu..... You want to abandon us, leave us here to rot!" I was almost taken aback before Kanato started to sniffle and cry like a child that lost its mother.

I once again adjusted my glasses before giving them all a stern look. I head back to my room to review the letters we received after a certain good-for-nothing let them stack up without informing anyone that they were delivered in the first place.

Just as I climbed the stairs, I immediately noticed that they were there. Watching perhaps? Sometimes I just don't know what's going on with that person after it seems like I have everything figured out. "It's highly unbecoming to ease drop on other's conversations."

I chuckle as I watch them jump in surprise. I grabbed their hand before giving their wrist a slap with my index and middle fingers. They wince at the jolt of pain before yanking their arm away. But something wasn't right.... Their usual playful stature in moments like these, was replaced with what I could only concur as annoyance and anger.

"Is something the matt-" My ears were immediately assaulted by a loud berating. "How could you not tell me it was your birthday??? Are you insane?? We spent the entire day doing nothing! I could've made you a cake or something or- or I don't know! Get you a present at least! You told me 'not to worry about it' when I asked because it didn't matter!"

My face drops and I feel exasperation creep up on me. "Is that what this is all about? I believe you heard my explanation when I was speaking to Ayato, I won't repeat myself because you refuse to listen to anything that isn't what you want to hear. I've explained before that I'm busy, so if you don't mind, I'll be taking my leave."

I walk past them before things could escalate more. I tried to remain as composed as I could but everyone seemed to be additionally unintelligent today. Truth be told, I couldn't care less! My birthday? Ha..... What a joke, it should be forgotten and buried with that woman.

I turn the knob on my door and see my room in the state of a pigsty. I hurriedly closed the door as it let out a small slam. "Hm, it seems I've let this place get the best of me. I don't have time for tidying right now..... I need to-" I don't know what overtook me, or perhaps I did, but I slid down the wall and thre my head back, tears streaming down my face. What a fool I've been, running around catering to others and I shut them out when they try to do the same.

"Yes?" I look down to see them... But not just them. The triplets are outside as well and Subaru even. A warm yellow glow was radiating off of their face. Candles that were stuck inside a strawberry shortcake.... My eyes grew wide as I realized. I didn't say a word as I opened the door for all of them to come in. Ayato was the second to bolt inside holding a bottle of wine.

It's that damn person's fault! Ever since they got here, they've made my life hell! Their outrageous tendencies to check in on me, to care for me, to hold me! How could they..... Make me see my own flaws, make me feel this way? I hear a knock on the door and immediately stand up, drying my eyes and taking a second to breathe before opening it.

"Happy birthday dear Reiji~ happy birthday to you!" I unintentionally gave a small smile as I listen to all their uneven voices try to sing in harmony, it was absolutely awful. But I can't say I didn't enjoy it nonetheless. "Thank you all.... And I'm assuming this was your idea?" I asked them.

They tried to be humble but I knew they really enjoyed the praise they got from me. I opened the bottle of wine and poured everyone a glass, using the ones I keep locked away in my room. They all seemed surprised to see me bringing them out.

I can't remember how many drinks we'd all had, but when they kissed me.... I can't explain it. It was more sweet than any blood that I've ever tasted, more delicate than the finest of pastries. In fact, if it wasn't for that kiss, I don't think I'd recall that night at all.

I feel a presence behind me and before I could see who it was, they left. The only thing to indicate that there was someone there in the first place, was a small store bought card with the words 'happy birthday' written on it in an ugly font with bright colours. "Hmph, you really are good for nothing."