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All Over You (Jimmy Uso College AU)

Aria’s boyfriend is a distraction, not just to her…but to her roommate as well. College AU, OC/Jimmy/OC

Pairing: Black fem OC/Jimmy Uso/Black fem OC

Warnings: Smut, love triangle

Word Count: 5.8k

A/N: My first ever full length one shot for Jimmy! Sorry it took so long. This could probably classify as a pwp 😬

Enjoy!

It was deep into the night, and the sounds of Aria's moans drifted down the hallway, coinciding with the repeated thumps of the headboard against the wall. For probably the hundredth time since she moved in, Estelle was forced to listen to her roommate and her boyfriend, Jimmy, fuck each other’s brains out while she struggled to fall asleep. 

She pictured Aria’s vixen body and sweaty dark skin laid up under Jimmy’s gorgeous, buff muscles and caramel skin, as the smack of his hand on her ass and her whimpers right after, filled Estelle’s ears. He was probably taking advantage of that new long ponytail she had done yesterday just for him. 

"Yes, yes, fuck me, Daddy!" Aria’s voice cracked when Jimmy slapped her ass again. 

“Uh huh, take this dick, you wanted it so bad earlier huh,” Jimmy’s gruff voice moaned back, making Estelle squirm in her bed, “You better keep that back arched, come on…”

Estelle bit down on her lip. He sounded so fucking sexy. He could make a grown woman cry with the way he talked shit. She tried to imagine how it would feel; him beating up on her pussy, pulling her hair back while he taunted her, and it led to her hand skimming between her legs as she stared up at the moonlight pouring through the windows over her bed. She shut her eyes tight and honed in on every sound. The frantic clapping of skin. The bed springs creaking. 

Aria’s ever increasing moans. “Oh god, Daddy I’m cominnnn’…”

Jimmy’s animalistic grunts. “That’s right, baby, come on my dick. And spread that pussy open when you done, I’ma nut all up in it…”

Fuck. She wanted him. Badly.

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Estelle was still horny when she woke at seven a.m. Luckily, she had no classes today, so when she was ready to shower, she grabbed her dildo and took it with her, intending to kill two birds with one stone. She got a thorough workout with the toy; in fact, it was so good that she had to shower all over again because she came so damn hard. At least she felt much better and better prepared to start her day.

Making her way downstairs and into the kitchen for her morning coffee, she came to a halt when she spotted Jimmy seated at the kitchen island, drinking out of her favorite coffee mug. She knew he and Aria didn’t have classes until later this evening, meaning he dicked her down the way he did on purpose. Poor bitch was probably out cold right now. He obviously thought Estelle was out of the house, because he was clad in just his boxers, showing off his buff body and all those tribal tattoos that made her mouth water.

"Mornin'," she greeted after clearing her throat, inwardly thrilled that he was seeing her in her favorite lilac silk robe open and displaying all her curves. The cotton tank top that matched her boy shorts outlined her large nipples. 

“Sup, E,” he replied, sipping from her pink mug with his eyes still on her. “Damn. You look sexy as fuck, girl,” he remarked.

It was an absurdly inappropriate comment, given Aria was just upstairs, still oblivious to the unspoken tension between her roommate and her boyfriend. But Estelle wasn’t fazed. If anything, the comment made her stomach tighten with an unfamiliar sense of power.

“So do you,” she replied, her voice low and playful, a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. She noticed his gaze linger on her body. It was deliberate on her part—she knew exactly what she was doing. 

“That’s my cup,” she added, pointing to the pink mug in his hand. “My name’s literally on it.”

“Oops. My bad,” Jimmy said, not even attempting to apologize as he lazily spun the cup in his fingers. “You can drink outta that side if you want. In fact, come over here and have a taste.”

Estelle had to fight the urge to roll her eyes, her mind racing. Part of her wanted to lean into this, to make him see how far she could push him, but something else held her back. It wasn’t just the fact that Aria was upstairs; it was the knowledge that she wasn’t the only woman vying for his attention. The rumors surrounding Jimmy’s… ‘extracurricular activities’ on campus had been impossible to ignore, and Estelle knew she wasn’t the first one he’d flirted with. He was the kind of guy who used his charm to manipulate people, and she was no stranger to it. Yet, despite her better judgment, a part of her found it irresistible.

Instead of giving in to his invitation, she moved to prepare her coffee. She could feel his eyes lingered on her, their unspoken game playing out in silence. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to just give in, to let him take control, even if only for a moment.

But the sound of Aria’s footsteps on the stairs broke those thoughts. Estelle took another sip of her coffee, trying to mask her frustration that simmered beneath the surface.

Aria made her way down, her hair disheveled, wearing one of Jimmy’s oversized t-shirts like a dress. It was almost laughable, the way she smiled at him, the way she had no idea what was really happening in their relationship.

“There she is. C'mere, girl,” Jimmy said, a grin pulling at his lips as he looked Aria up and down. Estelle couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. She hated how easily Jimmy could make Aria melt. The whole thing was pathetic.

Aria smirked, leaning in for a sloppy kiss that made Estelle’s stomach turn. She took another sip of coffee, her fingers tightening around the mug as she watched Aria pull away and smile dreamily at him. Estelle wanted to shout at Aria, to tell her to open her damn eyes, but she kept quiet. There was no use. Aria would never listen.

Clueless bitch.

“Y’all had a busy night,” Estelle commented out loud, almost too casually.

“We did,” Aria said, yawning as she stretched. “I hope we didn’t keep you awake.”

Estelle chose to keep silent, fighting the urge to roll her eyes.

“You gon’ be at my game tomorrow, girl?” Jimmy asked, his stare shifting to Estelle with an intensity that felt almost predatory.

She rolled her eyes internally. Of course, he’d want her at the game. It was all part of the act—she was supposed to be his girlfriend’s friend, the loyal one. The truth was, she was tired of being part of their charade.

“I’ll think about it,” she replied, her tone flat.

Jimmy’s expression hardened slightly, a trace of command slipping into his words. “Nah, you’ll be there.”

Estelle’s eyes narrowed at him, the nerve of this man. “Don’t speak for me,” she snapped, her voice sharp.

But he didn’t seem bothered in the least. He repeated himself slowly, his eyes locking with hers, sending a chill down her spine. “You’ll. Be. There.”

With that, he kissed Aria once more, lifting her off his lap and walking back upstairs. Aria watched him go, her eyes full of adoration. Estelle, on the other hand, watched the whole thing with disgust. She couldn’t believe Aria was still so blind to the emotional manipulation she was under.

“I see you two have stopped fighting,” Estelle remarked dryly as she cleaned up the counter.

“Eh. Couples fight all the time,” Aria shrugged, clearly still lost in her bubble.

Estelle couldn’t help but scoff internally. Jimmy and Aria’s relationship wasn’t a fight. It was a war—a war that Aria was too naïve to recognize. She thought she could fix him, change him, but Estelle knew the truth: a guy like Jimmy didn’t change. He just used people, breaking them down little by little and then discarding them when he was finished milking their life energy.

And yet, she couldn’t shake the thought of his lingering look before he left. The way he looked at her…like a predator sizing up its prey. She hated herself for wanting it, for wanting to see just how far this twisted game would go.

But she would play along. For now.

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The victory party was like any other—loud, crowded, and filled with endless cheers for the star quarterback, Jimmy Uso. As usual, he was the center of attention, basking in the afterglow of his game-winning performance. But tonight, there was something different in the air. Aria and Jimmy, typically inseparable, walked into the party with tension hanging between them. Estelle noticed it immediately—the sharpness in Aria’s tone as she berated Jimmy in front of everyone. The argument was escalating, and the noise of the party almost seemed to fade into the background.

“I’m fuckin' done, Jimmy! I can’t keep doing this!” Aria’s voice rang out, and it seemed like a declaration that everyone in the room could hear. “You never change. I’m done for good!”

"Well, fuck you, then! Get your ass gone! I don't give a fuck no more!" Jimmy fired back, his voice laced with frustration. He looked every bit the part of the star he was—athletic, confident, with the cocky grin that Estelle had seen a hundred times before. But tonight, it seemed like that mask was slipping.

She couldn’t, even as Aria stormed off, help but notice how good he looked in his letterman jacket, his French braids sleek and tight. She tried to ignore the pull she felt in her chest, the way her heart raced whenever he was around. It was a feeling she had been denying for far too long.

She had been thinking about him more than she should, and now, seeing him embroiled in this fight with Aria, it only made her feel more confused. She didn’t like Aria, but she couldn’t help feeling guilty about the growing attraction she had for Jimmy.

As she sipped her punch, trying to stay out of the chaos, she was startled by a familiar, unwanted voice. Grayson, the campus creep with his smooth Australian accent and cocky attitude, sauntered up to her with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he said, his hand already reaching out for hers. “Wanna dance?”

Estelle rolled her eyes, already fed up with his advances. She wasn’t in the mood for his usual harassment. “No thanks, Grayson,” she said coolly, stepping back.

But Grayson wasn’t so easily deterred. He reached out and grabbed her wrist with a firm grip, yanking her toward him. “Come on, don’t be like that. I’m just asking for one dance,” he insisted, his words slurring slightly from too much alcohol.

“Let go of me,” Estelle snapped, trying to pull her arm free. But he was stronger, his grip tightening as he pulled her closer.

“Aw, what’s the matter? You think you’re too good for me now? I’ve seen you eyein' me, babeee,” Grayson slurred, his breath hot against her face. His words were laced with an arrogant sneer, and Estelle could see the intoxicated aggression building in his eyes.

Before she could react, there was a commotion from across the room. In a flash, Jimmy appeared, his presence a thunderous force. He shoved Grayson hard, sending him stumbling back. “Get your fucking hands off her!” he growled, his voice rough and filled with anger. His usual confident demeanor was replaced with something far more intimidating.

Grayson attempted to stand his ground but was no match for Jimmy. With a swift shove, Jimmy forced Grayson back again, hard, this time sending him crashing into a nearby table, punch spilling everywhere. “You’re lucky I’m not putting you on your ass right now,” he spat, his fists clenched in fury.

The whole party had gone quiet, everyone watching the scene unfold in stunned silence. Estelle stood frozen, her heart racing from the adrenaline, and a strange mixture of gratitude and guilt filled her chest.

Without sparing another glance, he turned on his heel and stormed off, his face twisted in frustration. She didn’t know what came over her, but she found herself following him. She needed to say something. She needed to thank him, at least.

She found him in the pool house, sitting on the bed, his arms crossed tightly, as if he was holding in all the anger and frustration that had been building throughout the night.

“Jimmy?” Estelle said quietly, walking toward him, her heart lurching when he stared up at her with soft eyes. “Hey, thank you…for saving me back there.” She paused, searching for the right words. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He didn’t respond immediately. He just stared at her, his jaw clenched. Finally, he sighed and ran a hand over his head. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so fucking tired of this shit,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Tired of the constant fighting, of pretending everything’s fine. Aria and me…we just keep going in fucking circles. I can’t keep doin' this.”

Estelle sat beside him, her heart unexpectedly softening. She wasn’t sure how to console him—this wasn’t the cocky, untouchable quarterback she usually saw. This was a guy who seemed genuinely torn, frustrated with the mess he’d found himself in. She didn’t know what to say, but she couldn’t stand to see him like this.

“I get it,” she said quietly, reaching out to gently touch his arm. “Relationships are complicated. But you don’t have to go through it alone.”

Jimmy turned to her then, his eyes filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. He looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time, like everything else had faded away. She found herself fidgeting under his intense stare.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Estelle,” he said suddenly, his voice raw, almost desperate. “I’ve always wanted you. I think about you a whole lot more than I should.”

Estelle’s breath hitched in her throat. She had expected a flirtation, maybe a casual comment, but not this. Not this bold, looking at her with such intensity, such hunger. She had always known there was chemistry between them, but she hadn’t expected it to feel this electric.

Before she could even process what was happening, his lips were on hers, his hands pulling her closer, crushing her body against his. The kiss was hungry, urgent, filled with a rawness that left Estelle dizzy. She kissed him back, feeling that familiar rush of desire that she couldn’t deny.

He pulled her down onto the bed, his body pressing against hers. The air between them was thick with tension, his hands moving under her dress as he ground against her. Everything in her screamed to give in to this moment, to stop thinking and just feel.

But then, as the intensity of the moment surged, something in Estelle’s mind snapped. She broke the kiss, breathless, her chest rising and falling with quick, uneven breaths. Jimmy stared at her, confused for a second, then pressed his lips back to hers. But she pulled away, her hands shaking as she gently pushed him off her.

“No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I can’t…I can’t do this.”

Jimmy’s expression faltered, his eyes narrowing in an uncomfortable myriad of confusion and frustration. “What the hell, E? I thought…I thought you wanted—”

“I do, I mean, I did. But I can’t. I’m sorry,” she said, quickly sitting up and pulling her clothes back into place. “I can’t be the other woman. This isn’t right.”

Jimmy didn’t say anything. He just stood up, his anger quickly returning as he stalked out of the pool house, leaving Estelle sitting there, her head spinning.

She left the pool house shortly after, her mind a chaotic mess. She didn’t even know how to process what had just happened. The game she had been playing with Jimmy was no longer fun. Now, she realized, there was something real there, something deeper than just attraction, at least from her end.

But the guilt that gnawed at her felt overwhelming. She didn’t like Aria—not at all—but she knew this would hurt her. And as much as Estelle tried to justify it, the truth was that she was in too deep. Just like Aria, she had feelings for Jimmy now, and it was more complicated than she ever expected.

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The next few days felt like a blur for Estelle. She had been avoiding both Aria and Jimmy since that night in the pool house, finding solace in the quiet solitude of the campus library. She spent her time studying, burying herself in textbooks, trying to ignore the turmoil swirling in her mind. But the avoidance was taking its toll. Every moment she spent apart from Jimmy made her heart ache, and every time she saw Aria, guilt gnawed at her, despite their complicated dynamic.

It was the night before the weekend, and Estelle had been in the library until it was nearly closing. Her head was aching from hours of studying, but she was trying to keep away from the inevitable confrontation she knew was coming. She could feel the tension thick in the air, a pressure building in her chest as she packed up her things.

As she walked toward the door, she froze when she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Jimmy. His cologne was like a storm to her, strong and overwhelming. She tried to ignore him, quickening her pace, but he was faster, reaching her with a few strides.

“E,” he called out, his voice low and commanding, “Estelle!”

She stopped in her tracks, her body stiffening. She didn’t want to face him. She couldn’t face him.

“Stop avoiding me,” Jimmy’s voice was firm, almost a growl, and she could hear the frustration in his tone. “I know what you’re doing. I’m not gon’ let you keep running from this.”

Estelle turned to face him, her eyes narrowing. She wanted to argue, to tell him she needed space, but her body betrayed her. She was drawn to him, the way he stood there, all confidence and power. His eyes were dark with desire, and was impossible to hide the fact that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

“Jimmy, I—” she began, but her words died in her throat as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

Before she could react, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her toward the back of the library, away from the prying eyes of students still lingering in the hall. They reached a quiet, secluded area, dimly lit by the faint glow of a single desk lamp.

Without warning, he pushed her against one of the shelves, his body pinning hers in place. She gasped as her back hit the cool wood, and his lips were suddenly on hers, fierce and demanding. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if he couldn’t wait any longer. She moaned softly, her body responding to him without thinking, feeling an ache deep inside her that only he could satisfy.

His hands roamed over her body, sliding down her sides, pulling her closer, and she couldn’t help but melt into him. The intensity of the kiss, the heat of his touch, sent shockwaves through her. She wasn’t sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way, she had stopped trying to fight it. Her hands found their way to his chest, gripping his jacket, and she kissed him back just as fiercely.

He pulled away for a breath, his forehead resting against hers, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. “I know you want this,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “I know you’ve been thinking about me just like I’ve been thinking about you.”

Estelle’s lips parted as she tried to speak, but all that came out was a soft, breathless moan. She could feel the warmth of his body, making hers ignite in a way she had never experienced before.

Jimmy,” she whispered breathlessly when he pulled back, but his hands were already sliding down her sides, gripping her hips, holding her in place.

“You been driving me crazy, Estelle,” he muttered, his mouth on her ear. “Walking around like you don’t know how bad I want you.”

She gasped as his hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, his fingers brushing the edge of her panties. “We shouldn’t—”

“Yes, we should,” he interrupted, his tone commanding. His fingers slid under the fabric, finding her already slick and warm. “You’re so wet for me. You can’t lie about what you want.”

Her head fell back against the shelf, a soft moan escaping her lips as his fingers pressed deeper, curling just right. His other hand cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Say it,” he murmured, his voice dark and heavy. “Say you want me.”

“I…” Her words caught in her throat, swallowed by another moan as his fingers pumped inside her with purpose, his thumb grazing her sensitive spot.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice dripping with authority. “I know you holdin' back. Let me hear you.”

Her resolve crumbled as his touch drove her higher, her body responding to him in ways she couldn’t control. “I want you,” she finally breathed, her voice trembling. “Fuck, I want you, Jimmy.”

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his lips grazing her neck as he continued to work her with skilled precision. “I don't care if we in a library. Let it all out. Give it to me.”

Her body arched against him as she gave in completely, the tension snapping with a hot wave of pleasure that left her trembling in his arms. He watched her closely, a wicked grin tugging at his lips as she came undone for him.

“You’re so damn beautiful like this,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. He pulled his hand away and licked his fingers, his eyes never leaving hers. “Sweet as I thought you’d be.”

Estelle’s cheeks burned, but her body buzzed with satisfaction. She couldn’t find the words to respond. Jimmy pulled her close, his lips still inches from hers. 

“Aria’s going home for the weekend,” he said, his voice laced with quiet intensity. “She’ll be with her parents. I’m coming to see you.”

Estelle’s heart skipped a beat at his words. A part of her wanted to say no, wanted to back away from the situation that was spiraling out of control. But another part of her—one that she couldn’t deny anymore—wanted him. Wanted him to come to her.

She swallowed, her breath hitching as she tried to steady her thoughts. “Jimmy, we—this is—”

“I ain’t askin’, E,” he cut in, his voice firm. “I’ll be there. I want you, and you want me. So let's get it. Nuff said.”

The words hung in the air, charged with a promise that sent a wave of heat rushing through her. She couldn’t say no—not when he was looking at her like that. Not when her body was already responding to his every touch.

Without another word, Jimmy kissed her lips, and then stepped back, giving her space but not letting her go completely. He gave her one last look, a look that told her everything he wanted, before turning to walk away, leaving Estelle leaning against the shelves, her heart pounding in her chest.

As she gathered her things, her mind raced. She didn’t know if she was making the right choice, but she knew she couldn’t stop what was happening.

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Saturday arrived, and Estelle was a storm of conflicting emotions. Her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and guilt, the weight of her decision pressing down on her. She’d never imagined this would happen—never thought she’d go this far, but here she was. The pull of Jimmy was undeniable, and as much as she tried to suppress it, her thoughts always circled back to him.

Indeed, Aria had gone to see her parents, leaving Estelle with the house to herself. The silence of the empty space only made her nerves more acute. She couldn’t help but think about what she was about to do. Guilt gnawed at her, the thought of betraying her roommate, her friend, tugging at her heart. But then there was Jimmy, and the excitement of what was about to unfold. Estelle couldn’t ignore it anymore.

She took her time preparing, going about her waxing routine. Each stroke of the razor, each swipe of the lotion, was a moment of preparation, not just of her body, but of her mind. The anticipation was almost unbearable. As she smoothed the last layer of lotion into her skin, her body tingled with the thought of Jimmy seeing her, touching her. The thrill of it was intoxicating.

The hours dragged by slowly, every passing minute heightening her nervous energy. And then, the knock at the door. Her pulse surged as she approached it, her stomach fluttering with nervous anticipation. She opened the door, her breath catching in her throat when she saw him standing there.

Jimmy. His presence was magnetic, his heated gaze scanning her with a heat that sent shivers down her spine. The dim light from the hallway cast shadows across his face, making him appear even more striking. His eyes locked onto hers, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken desire.

He didn’t need to say anything. His silent approach toward her was enough. Estelle’s breath hitched as he stepped into the house, his body brushing hers ever so slightly, sending sparks through her skin. The air between them seemed charged, and for a moment, it felt as if the world outside had disappeared.

“Ready?” His voice was low, teasing, with a hint of something darker behind it. His lips barely moved as he spoke, but the words felt like a command, a promise of what was to come.

Estelle swallowed hard, her throat dry, her heart thudding in her chest. Her hands were trembling, but she forced herself to steady them. She looked up at him, seeing the same raw desire reflected in his eyes that had been brewing between them for so long.

She nodded, her mouth dry, not trusting herself to speak.

Without another word, Jimmy closed the space between them, his hand sliding behind her neck to pull her closer. "Come here."

The kiss was slow at first—purposeful, teasing, testing. His lips took hers with just enough pressure to leave her wanting more. When she responded, it was as if a dam had broken. The heat between them flared, wild and desperate, as if neither of them could wait another second.

Estelle’s mind screamed for her to stop, to think about what this would mean for her friendship, however tentative it was, with Aria. But the sound of Jimmy’s low moan as he deepened the kiss drowned out her thoughts. Her body reacted instinctively, hands gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his chest against hers.

As they broke apart for air, their eyes met again. This time, there was no turning back. The line between guilt and desire blurred, and Estelle knew, deep down, she didn’t want to stop.

Jimmy pulled her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly off the ground, his strong hands gripping her thighs. She gasped at the sudden movement, but it felt right, the way his strength enveloped her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers gripping the soft strands of his braids. He didn’t stop until they reached her bedroom. He laid her down gently on her bed, both sets of eyes dark with desire as they undressed. Estelle’s breath hitched at the sight of his dick as he rolled the condom he brought along over it; thick, long and dangerous, prodding against her folds as they kissed again, deep and slow. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so completely consumed by someone. Every kiss, every touch seemed to melt away the tension inside her, leaving only the need for more. His hands moved with purpose, sliding up the curves of her rounded hips as he hovered over her. His lips trailed down her neck, biting softly before whispering in her ear, 

“You been wantin’ this, huh? Don’t lie to me now.” His voice was low, teasing, and laced with desire, leaning into her as he guided his dick into her soaking wet, waiting pussy, both of them letting out throaty gasps at the sweet, sweet intrusion. Estelle’s gasps devolving into broken moans as he slowly rolled his hips, fitting all of himself into her…

“Shit…”

Jimmy’s hand found the small of her back, pulling her closer, their bodies pressing together in perfect rhythm. Her fingers gripped his braids, tugging gently as he kissed her deeply, their mouths and bodies moving in sync. “Jimmy,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, her body arching into his.

He smirked against her lips. “Yeah, baby, say my name,” he murmured, his tone confident but full of hunger. His touch was firm but deliberate, exploring every inch of her like he had all the time in the world. “You so damn fine, I can’t believe I waited this long.”

Estelle’s breath hitched as he moved inside her, his weight pressing her deeper into the mattress. She couldn’t think—didn’t want to think. All she could do was feel. Her hands roamed over his broad shoulders, tracing the outlines of his tattoos as he leaned down, his lips finding hers again.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Jimmy muttered, his voice rough with desire as he guided her hips to meet his. The tension between them built with each movement, every touch sending shivers down her spine. Estelle couldn’t help but moan softly, her nails digging into his back as he kissed her neck, his hands gripping her thighs like he couldn’t get enough. He chuckled low, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Knew you would, baby,” he said, his words sending a shiver through her. “Goddamn…I can stay inside you like this all night.”

“Fuck me,” Estelle begged, her eyes rolling back as Jimmy obliged her, his gaze intense and unwavering, determined to make her feel every ounce of what he was giving her. Before she could blink, he had pulled out of her, barely giving her enough time to register his absence before he flipped her onto her stomach. She was on her knees on the bed, her hands quickly gripping the wooden headboard for support. Estelle glanced over her shoulder, her mouth falling open as he slid back inside her. His fingers tightened on her hips as he pulled her closer, the heat between them palpable. “Throw that shit back. Let me see what you workin’ with,” he ordered with a smack on her ass, admiring the jiggle of her soft skin.

Estelle didn’t hesitate, arching her back and meeting him with a roll of her hips that made his breath hitch. “Like this?” she teased, looking back at him with a raised brow.

Jimmy groaned, his grip on her tightening. “Yeah, just like that. Keep goin’, baby. I got you.”

The room filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, the rhythm they created echoing faintly off the walls. His low grunts and her soft moans intertwined, a symphony just for the two of them.

“You feel so good, baby,” Estelle whispered, her voice breathless.

Jimmy leaned forward, one hand sliding up her back until it wrapped gently around the nape of her neck. “You takin’ it like a champ. That recoil fire, baby. Proud of you.” He kissed the back of her neck, his lips lingering against her skin before he pulled back slightly. Any response she had was cut short by a sharp gasp as he drove into her deeper.

“Oh, shit, Jimmy!”

“Love the way you moan my name,” he said, a sexy smirk on his face as he spanked her again. “Move, baby, throw that ass back. You been waitin’ on this.”

Estelle pushed back against him, her movements fluid and confident. Jimmy's deep, gravelly voice filled the room with praises for her, his words a mix of filthy and sweet. Her nails dug into the headboard, her body trembling under his touch, but she kept moving, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, I’m close…” she moaned.

“Yeah? Come for me…unhhh, shit, there you go, come all over this dick.” He groaned as her pussy gushed all around the length of him, clenching and suckling with each spasm of the orgasm that ripped through her. Only seconds later, he followed suit, pulling her flush against him and holding himself still as he came, spilling all he had into the condom buried inside her. He circled his hips slowly against her ass, making her moan as he gently tugged her up to make their mouths meet in a breathless kiss.

They lay tangled together, the glow of their shared moment wrapping around them like a cocoon. Jimmy’s hand traced lazy circles on her hip as she rested her head against his chest, their breaths slowly evening out. The satisfaction of what they’d just shared still lingered, the warmth of his body next to hers comforting and familiar.

Estelle finally understood why Aria was so smitten with him. Jimmy wasn’t just a college football star; he was powerful, magnetic, and he knew exactly how to make someone feel wanted. She had let herself get swept up in the chaos of their tangled emotions, and now, she was lost in him.

After a moment of silence, Jimmy spoke, his voice low and serious. “Estelle…this has to stay between us. No one can know. Especially Aria.”

Estelle looked up at him, her eyes wide, her chest tightening. It was a lot to ask, but she already knew the answer. She didn’t like Aria. She never had, not really. The guilt that had once weighed on her shoulders had now evaporated, replaced by something else—something that felt more like freedom.

“I understand,” Estelle said, her voice steady, despite the swirling emotions inside her. “It’ll be our secret.”

Jimmy’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, and he kissed her forehead, his muscled arms pulling her closer. “Good. That’s all I need from you. Now let me get back in this pussy and make you come again…”

What had started as a game between them was now something far deeper. And now, as he lifted her hips and sank back back inside her, she realized that she didn’t feel regret anymore. She didn’t need to worry about the future, about Aria, or about the consequences. She was here now, and Jimmy made her feel alive in a way no one else ever had.

Sorry, but not sorry.

THE END

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[i-am-the-stargirl]

colin gray — nsfw alphabet

pairing: colin gray x afab!reader

warnings: smutty stuff (obvi), mostly sub!colin, ~1400 words, gif by me

a is for aftercare

colin doesn’t do anything too extravagant— obviously he cares about you enough to do things like make sure you get to the shower/bath to clean up, get you a glass of water, etc.. but he won’t do anything like wash you himself. after you’re both clean and calm, he’ll cuddle with you until you both fall asleep; or, if you can’t stay, drives you home himself and kisses your cheek before leaving.

b is for body part

he is obsessed with your legs, more specifically your thighs. he loves to kiss them, squeeze them… especially when he’s about to eat you out, they’re like something to hold onto so he stays grounded. he’ll press little kisses on the inside of them before he dives between them for the main event. even in non-sexual situations, he likes to lay his head on your thighs and have you play with his hair while you’re watching a movie or something.

c is for cum

colin is terrified of getting you pregnant— he makes sure to stock up on condoms when you get to that point of your relationship. the times he doesn’t wear a condom to fuck you, he makes sure to pull out. (it’s just an added bonus that he likes the way you look with your stomach or chest covered in his cum.)

d is for dirty secret

the tamer of his fantasies definitely include you riding his face. he likes the idea of you having the power and that position DEFINITELY goes with that. the less tame include being tied up by you— maybe with his own scarf or studded belts. they also include you calling him puppy.. like a lot.

e is for experience

colin is a virgin, but that doesn’t stop him from being a bit perverted in the head. i mean, he’s emo— lots of the emo/goth songs and movies detail this kind of stuff. he definitely makes sure to do his research before his first time, because he wants it to be an actually good experience. still, he’s a bit messy.

f is for favorite position

if he had to choose, he would go with cowgirl. you get to top and he gets to look up at you (eye contact really gets him going.) really any position where he can see your face.

g is for goofy

colin tries to crack jokes during, out of pure nervousness. most times he gets interrupted by a moan or something of the like.

h is for hair

he’s not terribly hairy, especially down there. he doesn’t shave often, but he just doesn’t grow hair very quickly— basically, he’s got body hair like any other person, just not that much of it. (also: the carpet doesn’t match the drapes. he’s a natural brunette, but he dyes his hair black for the emo look.)

i is for intimacy

colin is very intimate before, during, and after. he’ll mumble little ‘i love you’s between thrusts, kiss your cheeks and shoulders, and keep eye contact throughout. he’ll always make sure to tell you how much he cares about you afterwards. he’s eloquent with it too— the creative writing classes and the poems he makes in his free time really pay off.

j is for jack-off

like any other guy his age, he masturbates pretty frequently. even after getting in a relationship with you, he jerks off (but you’re all he thinks about.) he definitely starts doing it less once you two start fucking, because the real thing is always better than his imagination.

k is for kinks

just to list a few: overstimulation, being restrained, praise, edging.. you know the type. the quiet ones are always more kinky, you know.

l is for location

he’s not too adventurous in terms of locations. he prefers it to be in your bedroom or his bedroom, when other people aren’t in the house. (mostly because he’s not great at staying quiet..)

m is for motivation

he gets turned on fairly easily. it could be something as little as you wearing a low-cut top, or you putting your hands in his hair. once he got a full boner just by you pulling him by his scarf… he also gets flustered by flirting, especially when it’s in public.

n is for no

colin isn’t super into domming you in the first place (when he does dom, he’s super soft about it) but he completely refuses to do anything like slap or choke you.

o is for oral

he is very into oral. he likes eating you out, just because he likes making you feel good— plus, the lip ring is a cool sensory thing during. he loves when you suck him, because logistically, he should be the one with the power in that position, right? but you always find a way to take it from him and he loves it.

p is for pace

he’s not slow, but he’s not aggressively fast either. it’s a nice mid pace that he can slow down or speed up easily. he’s pretty good at getting deep too— when he’s close, he’ll get faster, but shallower. if he’s wearing a condom, he’ll fully bottom out in you when he cums.

q is for quickie

colin doesn’t find quickies super appealing. he’d rather take your time with you, give you two the time to do anything and everything you want to try. the only time he would do anything like a quickie is having you give him oral. because that can be quick and good.

r is for risk

colin doesn’t really like taking risks in practice, but in theory, it turns him way on. he would love to do something like fuck you while people are in the house, have you try and keep him quiet..

s is for stamina

let’s be real, most people can’t go five or more rounds. colin tops out at three, but that’s even pushing it. it’s usually one or two for him— his inexperience plus the fact that he’s not super athletic make him someone who doesn’t have a load of stamina for sex.

t is for toys

though he doesn’t own any toys himself, he’s always been curious about what using a fleshlight would be like. he’d let you press a vibrator to his tip— just enough sensation to keep him whimpering and overstimulated, but not enough to make him cum.

u is for unfair

he doesn’t tease you much, except for the times he’s trying to rile you up so you push him onto the bed and have your way with him. he will let you tease him to no end— it actually turns him on.

v is for volume

in simple terms, colin is not quiet. he’ll usually repeat things like ‘i love you’ or ‘please’ in between moans and other comments. he is an intense whimperer. when he’s getting close, the brain fog is too much for him to form understandable words; he tends to just babble and whine.

w is for wildcard

he’s actually pretty into pain— it’s just not something that comes up that much. what he especially likes is you pulling on his hair or biting him. he’s just a tad bit too embarrassed to tell you how much it does for him.

x is for x-ray

colin isn’t packing anything gigantic. soft he’s around four inches, hard he’s about six. he’s average in terms of girth— he’s got a vein running up the side that splits off into two towards his pinkish-red tip.

y is for yearning

his sex drive is high, but that’s just because he gets horny often and easily. if he’s alone, he’ll just rub one out, but if he’s with you he’ll act on it. he thinks about fucking you a lot, but since you’re not around him all the time, it proves to be a problem.

z is for zzz

colin falls asleep pretty easily after sex. it’s always the best sleep he gets— normally he’s a night owl, either because of his mind running wild and keeping him awake or because he’s up late writing. but feeling your warm body pressed up to his and basking in the afterglow of connection is like a lullaby that rocks him to sleep and keeps his dreams sweet.

[bellabean24]

✩ Brothers-Best-Friend!Jean Kirschtein x Fem!Reader

✩ Word Count:912

✩ Tags:SFW, weed and alcohol mentioned, kissing :P, confessing

✩ Synopsis: You had a long time crush on one of your brothers best friends, anytime you’ve seen him you feel like body is hot. And all you want to do is kiss him but you don’t think he feels the same way

✩ Attack on Titan M.List

You just got home from a study session in the library with your friends, walking into your shared home with your brother, Connie, you hear him and his friends downstairs yelling at the game. “Y/N is that you.” Connie yells pausing the game, “No. It’s an axe murderer coming for you and your dumb friends” Speaking with sarcasm lacing your voice, “Oh ok, take Eren first he’s being a bitch.” Connie slurs out sounding either drunk or high or maybe both. 

You walk down the stairs, seeing Connie on the large bean bag chair, Eren sitting in the corner of the couch then Jean standing by the built-in bar you and Connie made. “It reeks like weed,” you say, scrunching your nose from the smell, “We know.” 

“Hi, Y/N” Jean turns to you with a smile on his face he seems to be the only sober one out of the other two, “Hi Jean” A small blush creeps up on your face when you look at the man, you had a crush on since he and your brother became friends. “Did you have a good time studying at the library?” He awkwardly asks you as he rubs the back of his neck, his face visible red. “If you can call studying fun, then yes,” you say, letting out a small laugh. He also lets out a small chuckle before your brother decides to take him from you, “Jean, it’s your turn.” 

Internally rolling your eyes you go to sit on the couch next to Eren, “Sup, Y/N” Eren nods his head up to you as a greeting. “Hi, Eren.” You and Eren drift off into a conversation before he takes his turn in the game when Jean’s turn ends.

—-

After about 10 minutes you got up from your spot on the couch and dismissed yourself from the room to go to your own. You end up stripping your clothes into something more comfortable, choosing to lay on your bed and watch a movie or two, snuggling up into your blanket and opening your laptop to choose a good movie. 

About 30 minutes into the movie you hear a knock on your door pausing the movie you ask who is at your door “Who is it,” “It’s me, Jean. Can I come in?” Sighing with a small smile, you get up from your spot and unlock the door for the tall brunette. “You need something?”  smiling at him you notice how he is looking anywhere but your eyes, “Nah, not really. JUst that your brother and Eren ran to the store to get some drinks and I didn’t want to go.” he rambles, his eyes scanning over your body. 

“Or were you about to go to bed?”  Jean questions, shoving his hands into his pant pockets. Shaking your head to step to the side inviting Jean into the room. He walks in, his hands coming out of his pocket to rub his palms against his pants, his eyes never meeting yours. “I wasn’t really going to bed,” you say softly, closing the door behind you, and plopping on to your bed. 

“Oh,” he replies, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, glancing at your messy bed and the dim glow shining from your laptop. “Cool.” You sit at the edge of the bed, pulling your knees to your chest, “You can sit, you know. I don’t bite, promise.” You say tracing an invisible X on your chest, crossing your heart. Jean lets out a laugh, cracking a smile that's not awkward, “Unless provoked?” 

Shrugging , you smile up at him. “Depends on the person.” Jeans takes the spot next to you, he sits close enough that your shoulders brush against each other. “You know,” he starts, his voice quiet, “Your brother will kill me if he sees me in here.”

Turning your head to look at him, your face only inches away from his. “Maybe,” you whisper, “But he’s not here.” 

Jean’s breath hitches, his eyes looking at your lips then his eyes finally meet your beautiful e/c eyes. “I’ve liked you for a while, Y/N,” he says, his voice barely audible. Your heart thumps against your chest, your body heating up like someone just lit you on fire. “Good,” you exclaim. “Because I’ve liked you since my brother introduced us.” 

You both smile at each other, but your eyes barely hold contact as you both stare at each other's lips. Jean slowly leans in, giving you time to back away, but you don't, leaning into your lips pressing against his. His hands come up to gently hold your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. His kiss is feather light, just a ghost of a touch, like he's afraid of breaking you like your fine china. Feeling his hesitation, you grab the back of his neck deepening the kiss. 

Jean’s hands become more bold as he grabs you by the hips and pulls you into his lap, his lips warm and soft against yours, the way he moves is slow and deliberate, like he’s been wishing for this forever. Savoring every second your fingers curling into the collar of his shirt. Sighing into the kiss, you pull back from his lips, Jean chasing after you; your lips red and swollen. Jean’s eyes barely open and full of lust, “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he mumbles as he leans in to peck your lips. 

“So have I.”

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[rainee-da]

🍀 Your First "I Love You" [2]

CHARACTER ❥ Delisaster 🍾 / Domina Blowelive 💧 / Cell War 💎

W A R N I N G ⚠️ PG-13 fluff with hurt/comfort on some / BIG SPOILER!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

D E L I S A S T E R 🪞

He was simply lounging around, stuffing himself with booze (rip that liver) when you suddenly come into the room.

At first, he didn't pay any mind to it. He gave you one of his toothy smiles as he leaned back on the chair lazily, waving a bottle of booze to your face, saying "Eyy sup', want some?"

When you finally say the magic word, he suddenly goes blank.

Not like a 'mind-blank' type of blank, but his face suddenly goes blank. All the shine in his eyes, his smiles, vanish into the void.

Honestly, this will make you feel afraid. Did you anger him? Did he not feel the same?

He suddenly picked up his phone and made a call to someone with a low whispering tone, too low for you to hear anything, and walked away. Leaving you alone with your thoughts.

But before you could think of any worst-case scenarios, a bunch of his goons suddenly barge into the room bringing... party popper???

Delisaster finally comes back being brought in by his goons... on a sedan chair???

At least, you're now relieved because he's now giving you a wide smile. A bit too wide. Scrap that- now you're creeped out.

Before you could ask about what the hell was going on, all of his goons popped the party popper, and a bunch of pink-shaded confetti flew across the room. Good luck seeing anything at all.

As soon as you're able to scrap off any of the confetti that is stuck on your face, you've now realized that the confetti is shaped into a heart. Kinda cute tbh.

And out of nowhere, he's already in front of you. Smiling wide, hugging you tight, laughing maniacally.

"YAHOOOOOOOO YOU SAID THE MAGIC WOOOO-" rip your ears.

All of the goons that surround you are now crying for some damn reason, passing a box of tissues around. Is this a wedding? a funeral??

Finally calming down, Delisaster finally leans back to take a look at your face. Now you can see that his smile is so gentle and he's looking at you oh so fondly.

He's caressing your face as if you're made of glass, and this is the most gentle and affectionate you've ever seen him. Usually, he's a menace to society

"I know I never really made you feel easy around me, especially with my reputation and all... not even my brothers can stand me... I don't even know if I deserve you," his voice breaks slightly as he leans closer your ear, "But you made me the happiest man, and I can never thank you enough for that... I love you too, baby."

... That would be so romantic if only the goons around you aren't screaming an ugly-ass cry, with the sound of snots being sniffed as ambience.

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

He chokes on his apple juice, almost snorting liquid through his nose when you suddenly come up to him and say those.

"W-what do you mean??" he stammers with his face now as vibrant as his hair, eyes shaky as they darted around to avoid your gaze. "Do... do you even understand what you're saying? how serious that word is??"

Man is so melodramatic, but you can't blame him. All his life he believes that any form of endearment given to someone means that there is any ulterior motives behind it and things such as 'pure love' is just a thing from a fantasy book.

You are fully aware of his upbringing, so you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't believe you right away.

What you didn't expect though is for him to go into full-teacher mode and info-dumping you about the definition of love.

He deadass mansplaining 'Love' to you by citing sources from dictionaries, biology, and psychology studies.

He's so academically smart and his brain is like a walking dictionary but he's misusing it in such a weird way.

After he's done with his rant explanation that who knows how long it is, he'll avert his gaze from yours. He's panting slightly as he broke in with his question, "Now that you understand, next time don't say those words so easily to someone," he huffed slightly and crossed his arms, "It's not like I've ever done anything to you that warrants something such as that, you know."

Okay, now that understandably pissed you off. So it's now your turn to go on full-tangent on why you love him, what you love about him, how you didn't need him to do anything for you to love him, and about how his view of love is full of shit.

And now it's his turn to be bewildered. Your outburst has effectively overwhelming his heart with warmness that he never felt before in his life.

By the time you're done his face that is previously tinted pink now goes scarlet red. His mouth is agape and shaking slightly like a fish in the open air, and all of the retort he intended to throw is stuck in his throat.

Domina_Blowelive.exe stopped working lol.

"Whatever! You're stupid anyway," is the only counter he could throw back at you, and Gods he hate how weak that ended up coming out from his mouth.

Before you could say anything back to him he already turned his back and stomped away from you, huffing and mumbling profanities.

He's so embarassed that he didn't pay any attention to his path and ended up turning left a bit too early, and slamming his head onto the wall.

If Levis and the gang are around to see that, they'll not be alive for long lol.

You're the only one who could make the top students of the prestigious magic school Walkis Academy turn into a cuckoo mess. Congratulations!

It will take you a while for him to finally believe and accept your feelings. Even so, you didn't need him to say anything to know that he feels the same way.

His journey to recovery is still long ahead, he needs more time to unpack those childhood trauma that led him to become the person that he was. But I swear it will be worth it.

Please be patient with him ♥

C E L L W A R 💎

"What do you want now?" he said as he stared at you with an exhausted look on his face, checking you out to figure out your intention based on body language alone.

Because that's the only reason for his whole existence in this world, right? to give and to serve?

You repeated your confession, and now he stares at you dumbfounded. He narrowed his eyes and exhaled in frustration as he ruffled your hair slightly.

"Don't say such a useless thing next time. It's a burden."

Yeouwch that comes out wrong doesn't it?

Even though what he means by that is that it is useless for YOU to love HIM, and it will only burden YOU to love HIM.

But what do you expect? he survives his whole life in the attendance of Innocent Zero's deranged family by belittling himself down, doing all the nuisance and humiliating tasks to stroke Innocent Zero's children's ego.��what a bunch of manchild.

Being negative and blunt comes as a second nature to him.

But then again, now you're hurt. What makes it worse is that before you can ask him to clarify what he means he's already out of sight, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

He realizes that you seem like you're about to cry before he goes, and he can feel his heart ache to see you making that expression. Then again, what he said is not exactly wrong, right?

He's only realized what he did when Delisaster waltzing to him out of nowhere, whistling towards him and teasing him about "being so cold to your booboo."

He can feel his soul draining out of his body as he listens to Delisaster's explanation that is filled with a bunch of degrading mockery because let me remind you again he's a menace.

Delisaster finally saunters off somewhere else. Cell takes this short amount of time to his advantage and goes hell-bent on finding you.

The maid and butler that come past him are confused because they never see Cell that mortified.

Upon finding you, he wastes no time and lunges towards you on instinct, effectively tackling you to the ground as if he's a bounty hunter. But he made sure to hug your head before it slammed to the ground, burying it in his chest.

His mind goes blank at the sudden closeness and now he has no games. Honestly, he didn't know what to say either even if his mind did not go blank. Man really had no games.

But he still tries his best, like he always does. He leans back slightly while still pining you down, staring at you with eyes wavering, a mixture of anxiousness and affection.

"I... just realized I worded it wrongly before..." he stated hesitantly as a start as he proceeded to explain his thought process, "Honestly, I don't know if I should even be indulging in these feelings... I have my master to serve, and I'm afraid you will get hurt if he finds out."

His mouth clumsily formed into a thin smile, his hand reaches towards your hair, twirling it on his finger and taking a mental note of how soft it was, "But, to answer yours... I feel the same, and always has been."

The smile that grows on your face makes his world stop for a moment. Stunning him into silence as he stares into your eyes that is full of life and affection. His mind then wanders, imagining things that a tool like him should have no right to dream of.

'Wouldn't it be so nice... if I could live a normal life with you?'

This is the continuation of this headcanon! I initially intended for this to be included in the previous post but alas; I hit a roadblock lolol-

I've been thinking back and forth between adding Cell War or not. But I didn't care what anyone say; Cell War is part of the family too! I want to make hcs this angsty boi so much

I'll be ending this prompt right here and move on to the next one I had in mind (I'm currently in Mash's brother hyper-fixation phases and will be writing tons of them in the future lol). If you want me to write for other character feel free to request one as long as the ask is open!

Thank you for reading!🍀

[harryssyndrome]

From The Set 🎬 (pt.1)

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Faceclaim: Selena Gomez

A/N: for this social media au story, the movie release year has changed. Instead of 2020, it’s 2018. All the other mentioned events took place after it.

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Location: Coachella

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chalametism MY MAN IS SPOTTED!!! 🚨 oh boy he looks so good 🥰

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littletimmyytim I can’t believe I am standing in the same floor as him. So stoked!!!!

Username how does he look up close

⤷ even more beautiful ☀️

timidicted omg he’s swaying to the beats

Username his cap says “just friends?” 😱😱😱

⤷ NO WAAAAYYYYYY🤯

⤷ He’s playing with us!!! Wear your clown noses people 😤

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⤷ I thought that I was Taylor Swift fan thing.

⤷ He’s teasing something from the article?

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cantgetenoughofyn YN ON THE STAGE!!! Ahhhh! We clowned right now Let’s Taki Taki!!!💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻

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chalametism Timmy was hyping since the moment she surprised the fans on stage!! 😳

ynandtimmy some people around him reported that he shouted “THATS MY GIRL!” as yourname joined on stage!!!!!🥰🤯

username “just friends” my foot. I won’t be fooled again.

⤷ and he is wearing “Just Friends?” Cap!

Username just say the word that they are dating 🥺

timmyytim he’s here to support her!! He’s going to be an amazing boyfriend 🤭

Username so can I finally ship them???

Username3 Alexa play ‘Jealousy, Jealousy’ by Olivia Rodrigo

⤷ you again?

⤷ yeah, with a diff song 🫥

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e!news So is it safe to say It’s confirmed? ‘The King’ star is spotted kissing singer & actress y/n y/l/n at Coachella after her performance. Link in bio for more.

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chalametism I KNEW IT!!!!

Username how can you know it’s them? The face is blur

⤷ SON JUST DON’T *captain America voice*😤

yourchildhoodfriend is this how I am supposed to get to know my childhood bffs love story 🤷🏻‍♀️ yourname girl is this how you keep your friendship?😂

⤷ not yourchildhoodfriend commenting like a fan. She didn’t even knew 😂😂😂

ynexpress_ the IT couple 😘

ynandtimmy they are so cute!! I just saw a fan taken video of yourname running towards Timmy and when he saw her in view, he welcomed her in his embrace. He was smiling like a idiot 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

Username okayyyy I don’t need to ask anyone of you. I SHIP THEM 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Username3 Alexa play ‘jealousy, jealousy’ by Olivia Rodrigo

⤷ you here again?

⤷ yeah with the same song besides no one has blocked me yet 😩

taytayynn I think she knew it all too well!!

Username so happy for them🤍

Username did you guys notice that florencepugh liked this post 🤯🤯

Username now what would they do??? Reveal themselves?

⤷ Idk maybe it’s a love story baby just say “yes” would be nice 😊

A/N: thank you for reading this au!! I hope you guys enjoyed. It’s been a long long time since I posted one of these but I’m super happy with it!

It’s going to be a multi-part social media au so stay tuned for the upcoming parts!

Likes and reblog are appreciated 💗

Tag-list and requests for open 💌

[desertteagles]

╰───► MORAL CONSCIENCE- e. williams smau.

「cuatro」 ⇢ hasta cuando

Pairing — streamer! ellie x youtuber!black fem!reader x rockstar! dina

warnings — sex tapes, strap on sex, weed, strap sucking, idk what worse i think that’s it

a/n i wasn’t gonna write smut but well…..( btw, this is 3 months after chp 3 🧘🏾) this is also not proofread so.. ntm !!

chapter 3 ⇢ chapter 5

ellie had made it to your apartment not long after you blocked dina on everything. you were sick of her back and forth shit. you couldn’t understand how she would just play with your emotions and think it’s a game w/ no consequences.

deciding not to tell ellie anything that just transpired you put on a face of faux happiness.

“hi baby” ellie greeted you with a bone crushing hug and you fell right into it. “i missed you” was whispered on your lips softly as she gave you multiple chaste kisses making you giggle. “it’s barely been two days, girl pleaseee” she rolls her eyes at your teasing and moves to sit on the couch and pull out some pre-rolls that she got off of jesse and lighting one before offering you the first hit. you took it before passing it back to ellie.

“ellie. we should bake a cake high.” you looked over at her and had a wild smile plastered across your face. she looked up at you from her slouched position on the couch questioningly. “why do you look on the verge of a psychotic break!?” she giggled at your immediate pout in response to her teasing. “stop ittttt, i’m serious! it would be so fun, i might even record it since i need new content anyway” you looked over at ellie to see if she would agree to find her staring at you with something shining in her eyes. you rose your eyebrow in question and she shook her head with a chuckle. “fine, i’ll do it !” sighing she got up and gathered all the stuff needed to get you high out of your minds.

you squealed in happiness as she agreed and ran to the kitchen to get everything in place, luckily your camera and lighting was already set up. (you may have planned to persuade her into saying yes but she doesn’t need to know that !!) .

“ellie come on ! i’ve got everything ready!” you yelled out while digging in your cupboards for cake mix and anything else you might need. “i’m literally right here” she said as she slinked up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist.

“you know you can’t be like this on camera right?” you turned around in her arms with the ingredients in your hands to find her smirking down at you before bending down and pecking you on the lips while grabbing the stuff in your hands and putting it on the table.

“ok let’s start, ready” she arranged the ingredients on th table that looked good on camera as you turned the camera on and started recording.

“hi, youtube! i know ive been MIA for like……. months, but i’m back! and i have a special guest !” you turned to look at ellie who was apparently already lighting a blunt! “psst.. ellie” you smacked her arm and pointed to the camera when she acknowledged you (finally). “ hm? oh. sup, i’m ellie” she shrugged and went back to what she was doing before you had interrupted her. “well then! i’ll just introduce her since she wants to be aggy!” you heard her scoff behind you at your comment but chose to ignore it in favor of telling the people who she was and what y’all were doing for todays video.

“and that’s basically it! so me and ellie are gonna go get… como se dice… smacked and then we’ll be back!”

you didn’t come back. in fact you never even got to start on baking the cake. as soon as the high hit you and ellie she brought up this crazy idea of making a sextape. super risky, i know. but the way she said it made you feel a certain heat start forming in your lower region. the hand rubbing up and down your inner thighs certainly didn’t help with clearing your mind at all. all you could think about was ellie and she made sure you stayed like that.

next thing you knew you were in your bedroom, naked, sweaty and a flash blinding you as ellie put the camera in your face while you were sucking her strap down your throat to get it, in her words, nice and wet so she could fuck you into the bed. just thinking about what was to come made you get all hot and bothered and you were sure the camera was picking up on all your blissed out expressions.

“fuck that’s it baby”

“takin’ me so well ma’”

“deeper.. i know you can do it baby.”

fuck. you were in heaven. ellie was on a different type of timing that day and you couldn’t get enough of it. you dragged one of your hands down from ellie’s thigh and started making little circles on your clit giving it some much needed stimulation. “i think you’re ready baby. you’ve been so good f’me” ellie bit her lip and brung the phone closer to where your lips connected to the base of the strap watching it disappear in your mouth and reappear. “fuck, you’re so sexy baby”

ellie pulled you off by your hair and dragged you up into a bruising kiss. it was sloppy and wet with spit all over each others mouths and tongues exploring. “c‘mon ellie, i’m ready! you said it yourself” you mumbled in between kisses as best as you can when you felt her reach down and spread your lips, dragging a finger in your slit letting it slightly tease your hole and gather your slick. she removed her hand making you whimper in frustration until you saw her put the same finger in her mouth and sucks. “shit y/n you taste so good” she groaned around her finger making your clit twitch as a wave of strong arousal passed through you at such a pornographic display.

“if you don’t fuck me right now ellie.”

“yes ma’am” she chuckled and took the base of her strap to line it up with your sopping wet pussy. when she slid in to the hilt your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you moaned wantonly. “fuckkk ellie” you dragged your hips up and down on her dick setting a steady, punishing and mind-numbing pace. it was so good and you were hitting ellie’s clit just right with every bounce. ellie leaned up and planted her feet on the bed to fuck up into you causing you to scream at the intensity of the sensation. “ look at the camera f’me baby. you look so good crying on my dick” you moaned pathetically and opened your eyes to look into the camera.

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g e n s o - 1 4.

was this rushed? sorta. does it matter anymore? a bit.

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*ping!*

you turn over from your position on the bed and pick up your phone. 'who in the hell is texting me in the middle of the night?' you squint your eyes as you adjust to the bright light emitting from your phone. 

"who is this..?" you mumble seeing a random contact text you.

you gasp sitting up and widening your eyes. you read the message and quickly save the contact under one name- bakugou.

"hey genso. u up?"

"yea wsp"

"im bored and ur the only one up."

"do u wanna do sum?"

"sure but what" "fuck that. u wanna ft?"

you let out a muffled squeal kicking your legs giddily. 'yo no way chat- is this w rizz??' you quickly turn on your side lamp and sit against your head board.

"yea sure. js call whenever"

bakuhoe😰‼️ is calling...

you answer looking at bakugou through the screen and feel your mind blank at the sight.

hes laying in bed.

arms folded under his chin.

shirtless.

muscles showing in all their glory.

and shirtless.

"sup' genso" he grins slightly, "put a damn shirt on- your ruining my perfect vision" u groan playfully covering your eyes. he rolls his eyes adjusting so that he was propped up on his forearms now, "that better?" he smirks.

"ugh- your so annoying..!" you chuckle causing him to join in lightly as well. "but genuine question.. dont you usually sleep early? why are you up so late?" you ask curiously.

"i was jus' thinkin'... " he mumbles looking down, picking at his pillow slightly.

"bout' what?" you question, sensing a change in his tone.

"how do you know if you like someone..?" he asks quickly- almost too quick.

"woahhhh.." you tease, "does kacchan have a crushhhhh?" you say sarcastically.

"shut up genso! just answer the damn question!" he yells making you put down the volume quickly.

"okokok!" you chuckle, "i mean- if you like a person you should feel this like- jittery feeling in you stomach- but not in the 'im-scared-to-present-in-front-of-the-class-way.' its like a warm feeling yk?" you say as you look down, eyes softening slightly. 

"anytime that person is mentioned you immediately listen in, and every time you see them its like everything around you just..." you trail off.

"stops." he finishes softly, glancing at you through his phone. he took notes of the way your hair slightly fell over the side of your eyes and the old acne scars littered across a tiny spot on your cheek that he suddenly found endearing.

"yea.. you should feel as if every time your with them the world just goes quiet.." you mutter looking up at him through your phone. memorizing every inch of his face, like how one strand of his hair fell instead of spiking up and how his lips seem to pucker slightly when he isnt scowling.

you shuffle quietly and place your phone on your night stand before laying down to face it. "soooo..." you start awkwardly as you yawn.

"so..?" he replies mirroring your position. "you tired genso?" he asks, noticing your yawn.

you nod slightly, "a bit yeah.. we need to wake up early tomorrow no?" you mumble glancing up at him through droopy eyes. 

he nods, holding back a small smile. "yeah- yeah we do genso..." he says slightly softer than usual as he watches your eyes droop. 

"you wanna stay on call..?" you suggest tiredly as you close your eyes.

"oh..uh- sure.." he says feeling his cheeks heating up. "night genso.." he says softly.

"night baku.." you mumble, trailing off slightly as you feel yourself fall asleep.

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bakugou lays down and sets his phone next to him. he glances at your peacefully sleeping face and lets out a low curse as he props himself up on his elbow and takes a quick screenshot.

he quickly lays back down as a wave of embarrassment and realization hits him. 'Whyd i do that?? god bakugou pull yourself together..!'

he groans softly feeling frustrated that he didnt know what to do. "i cant like her.. theres no time for that now..! i have to train-" he mutters.

he glances at you on his phone again. his eyes soften slightly before he tears his gaze away "no. i cant- i would just end up hurting her." he sighs.

he ends the call.

'she deserves better..'

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you walk to school with music blaring in your ears.

you had so many questions.

who did bakugou like? 

howd he get your number? 

whyd he call you instead of everyone else? 

how come the call ended after just an hour?

you sit in your seat before quickly stealing a glance at bakugous seat only to find him not there. 'weird.. bakugous usually always early..' you take out your phone to send him a text.

"where r u?"

you wait as you see him read your message.

"yk i can see that u read it right?"

"i dont feel good is all.""woke up and felt like shit"

"are u coming down with smth?' "i can take notes for u if u want"

"no its fine.""i dont need ur pity."

you purse your lips as you read his messages. there was obviously something more to it, but you didnt pry.

"okay well feel better then.."

he reacts to the message with a thumbs up. you roll your eyes'bros tryna be nonchalant but it isnt working out..'  you cant help but chuckle at your own thoughts, 'man no one makes me laugh the way i do..'

once class started you pulled out an extra sheet and started writing notes for bakugou just in case he may want them even though he said he didnt.

finally, the bell rang signaling the end of the day. you pack your stuff and walk over to bakugous house for the first time since elementary.

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you knock the door softly before adjusting your hair. as the door opens you smile to see mistuki at the door. 

"y/n!!" she exclaims hugging you tightly.

you smile hugging back, "hi mrs. bakugouuuuu..!"

you grin up at her, "ive just brought some notes for katsu- sorry- bakugou. is he feeling any better..?" you ask, turning slightly worried.

"oh hun, i dont even know.. hes locked himself up there all day. he hasnt ate or anything.." she says sighing and rubbing her temples. "can you please do me a favor and go up there with some food and see if he'll listen to you?"

you widen your eyes "i dont know about tha-..!" you yelp as she pulls you in and hands you a plate to take upstairs.

"thanks hun! your the best!" she laughs, pushing you up.

you walk up quietly and knock on his door, "bakugou...?" you call out, "its ..y/n i brought you the notes and some food... open the door- please..?" you ask nervously.

you hear some shuffling before the door opens slightly revealing a tired looking katsuki with a shirt pulled halfway down.

"can i come in..?" you ask with a small awkward smile.

he nods and opens the door for you to walk in. "thought i said i didnt need the notes genso..." he mutters gravely.

"yeah well.. i figured you wouldnt wanna stress about doing it so.." you trail off placing the notes down and looking around his room. "it hasnt changed much huh..?" you say with a soft smile. noticing a photo that looked much to familiar you walk up to his bedstand, "is that..?"

he nods, "yea.." he croaks out as he sits down on his bed.

you pull out your phone showing the same photo in your phone case with a smile. "its one of my favorites.." you admit, sitting next to him and handing him the food. "here- you should eat if you wanna get better.."

he nods and grabs the bowl from you as he starts to eat. you glance back to the photo on his bedstand.

it was you and bakugou when you were younger.

you two were tangled together sleeping side by side with only one thing in common,

the all might themed friendship bracelets katsuki has made.

the heart between the two initials representing something more deeper than y/n knew at that time...

love.

previous parts: pt. 0 0 / pt. 0 1 / pt. 02 / pt. 03 / pt. 04 / pt. 05 / pt. 06 / pt. 07 / pt. 08 / pt. 09 / pt. 10 / pt. 11 / pt. 12 / pt. 13 next part: pt. 15 / pt. 16

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Lute learning Adam’s Pregnant Drabble

Adam’s morning sickness began to hit full force as he trudged through headquarters. He kept a hand on his stomach before doing his best to stand up straight. His stomach began to gurgle unhappily again, barely giving Adam any sort of rest. He continued to try to ignore the pain as he entered the room. He took a gander around, sighing as he notices Lute hasn’t entered quite yet. He plopped down in his chair behind the meeting room table before grumbling in discomfort.

How the fuck was he supposed to tell his higher ups and his lieutenant he was actually pregnant? His head pointed towards the ceiling, following the patterns that littered the wall as he tried to figure out how he’s going to spill his current situation. He interlocked his fingers as he rested his arms against his stomach, keeping his mind occupied with anything else to avoid confrontation. Usually he had no issues with blabbing about his personal problems but this felt different. He had to be careful with who he told. Sera knows about Lucifer and she’s been quiet about it ever since but a kid? With the king of Hell? It’s already risky enough hiding his relationship from the higher ups let alone having Sera keep her mouth shut about the whole thing.

His mind rattled on before hearing his meeting room door creak open. Lute came in as she usually did, stoic and greeting him with a “Morning, sir.” She took her usual place beside him as Adam barely looked up to greet her.

“Sup, Danger Tits.” He tried to act casual as he continued to ignore the gut wrenching need to vomit. He gulped, letting out a sickly groan before changing positions.

Lute gave him a questionable look, “Are you okay?”

“Pft, yeah? Why wouldn’t I be? Hahaha” his forehead began to sweat underneath his mask, his skin feeling cold and clammy as he couldn’t hold back the vomiting much longer.

“You look green. Your mask is turning a literal shade of green.”

“Just yknow, trying something new. I can try to expand my l-fuck what is it? Horizons or whatever-“ his stomach tumbled, letting out an angry rumble at him that he couldn’t ignore anymore as he nearly jumped out of his chair and raced towards the bathroom.

Lute didn’t even have time to process how fast he zoomed off before hearing him empty out his stomach into the closest toilet to him.

She bolted towards the door, slamming it off its hidges as she immediately tended to the poor man hunched over, barely able to fit near the stall as it was. He was gigantic in height and pretty fat in terms of weight. his ass just barely being able to fit through the doorway, his wings adding more difficulty as he tried to keep them tucked underneath himself for comfort.

She gave his back a few almost hard slaps, not knowing her own strength as she tried to sooth him. Adam let out a tired annoyed grunt, “fuck, Lute, you can’t hit a guy puking his brains out.” She noticed his helmet off to the side, his brown locks just shy of becoming covered in filth as he had one hand on the floor and one on the rim of the bowl.

“Sir, what’s going on? This is highly unorthodox of you to just vomit like this.” She glared at him, becoming genuinely concerned that Lucifer had something to do with this. “I will kill whoever did this to you.”

“Jesus Christ, can you chill before actually trying to kill someone?” Adam wiped a good portion of his face onto his sleeve as he began to stand up, “Look, you’re gonna be an aunt, okay?! I wasn’t planning on telling you this way but I didn’t have a choice!”

She raised an eyebrow, “I don’t understand.”

He slowly walked towards the sinks near the wall, immediately turning on the hot water. He scrubbed with one of the soft white towels provided in a tiny cubby near the sink. He angrily growled before facing her as he washed up

“Do I need to spell it out for you? P-R-E-G-G-N-E-N-T- I’m pregnant!”

Lute didn’t believe him. There had to be something else to this. “That’s impossible.”

“Believe it, bitch. I’m having a kid and you’re gonna be their aunt.” He showed off his stomach, trying to reveal the baby bump that hasn’t quite appeared just yet, “I had it confirmed a few days ago.” He pulled out the ultrasound photo from his appointment. He kept it in his pocket after finding out the news.

Lute fell silent, taking the photo from his hands. There it was, a small speck that supposedly was his child. She tried to process that little tiny nugget was inside of him. She couldn’t believe any of it. It felt like one of his stupid little pranks but the look on his face said otherwise. There was a hidden joy she could sense as he pulled out the photo. She couldn’t react. She was frozen, his words becoming muffled as she tried to process what was happening.

“It’s..Lucifer’s. Isn’t it.” She tried to get a comprehensive sentence out but couldn’t.

“Uh, who else’s would it be? We’re fucking married.” He crossed his arms, “don’t start this shit again.”

“It’s not shit, Adam. What the fuck is going on?!”

“Living my life. I’m not putting your panties in a knot. this is real, danger tits. Why are you being such a cunt about it anyway? Face it, Lute. You’re just jealous it’s not ours.”

Lutes expression immediately changed to one of almost pure rage. Adam hit a nerve and he evilly smirked.

“I fucking knew it! You’re still not over us. News flash, bitch, we’re done. Maybe if shit was different, we could’ve had a better chance. We work better as bros!”

Lute didn’t say a word. He was right. They were the closest of friends, why ruin what they salvaged now? This news shouldn’t be enough to break them apart again.

“This is new to me too, I don’t know how I actually got knocked up. It’s not fucking all butterflies and rainbows.” He sighed, grabbing the bridge of his nose, “Look, I want my best friend to be there for me, okay?”

Lute was taken aback by the sudden confession. She kept her head down. “…I don’t agree with this. I don’t understand it..I want to rip Lucifer’s balls out through his mouth and shove them down his throat…I guess I can be there for you, sir. If it’s what you want.” She groveled, watching as Adam’s face lit up as he placed his mask back on his head. ‘He really is pregnant.’ She kept replaying that same thought in her mind as Adam cheered,

“That’s the spirit! Ooh, You can teach the kid how to fight! How fucking awesome will that be?!” He wrapped a loving arm around her shoulders and shook her out of her trance, “besides if Lucifer does shit to fuck with me, I promise you he won’t have a dick left.” He closed his eyes and proudly grinned, his mask now back to its usual yellow glow.

Lute gave him a small smile, “good. Save some carnage for me if you do.”

“You got it, Danger Tits.” He held out a fist and she gave him their usual fist bump.

Maybe being an aunt might not be the worst fate in the world.

[o-sunny-day]

we are so back

@forgettable-au R E A D I T.

I did not get the notification for this…So i just innocently opened up Tumblr and saw forgettable pages that I did not recognize on my main feed….. and I had to pull one of these for a solid 20 seconds

I LOVE(D) THIS SO GODAMN MUCH- I HAVE THEORIES, I HAVE QUESTIONS, I GOT ANSWERS?????? But first lemme get the visuals out of the way…

me wen…me when san….sans….and…and papy- papyrus

We’ve seen it before, but im appreciating it now- I LOVE GETTING INTO THE MIND OF FLOWEY it seems like the surface segments are from the perspective of Flowey, and past ones are from Wingdings’? as in, theyre the only ones we get internal dialogue from?

I love hearing both of their thought processes either way.I love seeing their theory minds being put to work like- im going to sound like them when Deltarunes chapters come out- over analyzing everything and wondering how I can approach certain characters in different ways. Flowey is so me last page update when he learns about the River Person cause thats my live reaction if/when I find something new out about Undertale like WAIT WHAT????

I thought I knew everything-

But Floweys right- it doesnt seem too hard to get into Sans n Papyrus’ house/get them to invite you over. Their house seems like the type to just be “hang out headquarters” where Alphys or Undyne or anyone vaguely related to them would just waltz right in not even knocking and theyd go “sup” “HI!”

Flowey teasing Papyrus about battle body stuff is so stupid wholesome i could die and also hes so correct, it is cool when he does it. >:(

And Flowey you sneaky bitch- with that dark secret line, Im SCARED WHERE THIS IS GONNA HEAD but also omg so excited. So theyre gonna go down to the True Lab…I wonder if getting there will be the adventure, what happens while theyre there, or trying to get out

I also wonder how/if the chapters title has anything to do with Floweys contributions, cause I remember it being said that from now on itll switch back and forth from present to the past in the same chapters. The Scientific Method… Like trial and error, so ofc Wingdings trying to figure out what the hell is going on with the tapes from the future, but also Floweys trial and error in seeing what makes Papyrus tick? perhaps? Just a theory on that one…

I love the dialogue more each time idk how ya do it sunsestart, everything about it is so!!!!!!!! and so!!!!!!!!!!! I am absolutely jumping for joy at more updates, and despite art school making it slow down a tad, its ALWAYS worth the wait, and never worth risking physical or mental health!

speaking of art holy shit is it gorgeous- the backpack looks amazing in every shot how. how do draw backpack???

Theres so many THOUGHTS not as much on any specific bits, but just…RHEHDHEHFHFHF The Papyrus Is Gaster theory was something I didn’t care all too much for as it sounded interesting but not worth my time in investigating too much. THAT WAS UNTIL THIS COMIC, NOW I DECLARE IT CANON!!! SURPRISE!!!! IVE BEEN TOBY FOX ALL ALONG!!!!! YOU GUYS FIGURED IT OUT

I love the subtley new style. also. papyrus looks so darn silly- i mean he always did but even sillier now

[howlingday]

Trim That Mop, Leader~!

Nora:

Jaune: (Thinking) I don't like the way she's smiling at her scroll. Must be something super creepy!.

Nora: Hey, Leader, check out this video! It'll give you the feels!

Jaune: Uh... Don't you mean "the creeps"?

Nora: NO! THE FEEEEEEEEEELS~!

Jaune: ...It's a guy shearing a sheep.

Nora: All that fluffy wool getting shaved off~! Doesn't it make your heart go thumpy-thump~?!

Jaune: I mean... I can kinda get why you'd get excited about it, but-

Nora: Right?! It just gives you warm and fuzzy feels~!

Nora: Hm...

Jaune: Wh-What?

Nora: Leader, your hair is getting kind of long...

Jaune: Yeah, I haven't been to the barber in a while.

Nora: ...

Jaune: ...

Nora: How about I shear you, Leader~?

Jaune: What?! But I'm not a sheep!

Nora: No, but you got hair as thick as wool, though~! I'm surprised you can see anything the way it hangs there~.

Jaune: Would you stop messing with my hair?! I'll go to the barber tomorrow, okay?!

Nora: A barber? Why waste your good lien (Holds buzzer) WHEN I CAN JUST SHEAR YOU RIGHT NOW?

Jaune: (Covers head) WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE THAT?!

Nora: I borrowed it from Renny! I just happened to have it~!

Jaune: Which is it?!

Nora: If I buzz it all down, it'll feel real good~!

Jaune: I'm not a sheep, though!

Nora: So I can't?

Jaune: No!

Nora: Not even a little?

Jaune: No way! Nobody's ever gone so short that I need a razor- Not even my barber!

Nora: Tch!

Nora: Well, what if I just used my scissors instead~?

Jaune: ...

Nora: I'm good at cutting hair, y'know! Even Renny lets me cut his sometimes~! Not to mention that if you go to a barber, you hair will still look like a soggy, yellow mop; so unstylish and uncool!

Jaune: Would you please shut up?

Jaune: Nora... cutting my hair?.

Jaune: (Gulps) N-No, no. Don't bother. I don't wanna waste your time.

Nora: It's fine! I'll just snip a little here and there!

Jaune: Well, if it's just a little, then... I guess it'll be fine.

Nora: Leave it to me~! Just a couple trims and you'll be looking better than ever!

Nora: And I can't have you walking around looking so pitiful, Leader~!

Jaune: Stop being mean!

Nora: ...Oh! My comb is broken! Wait here, I'm gonna go get another one from Renny. I'll be right back~!

Jaune: Uh, alright...

Jaune: ...Oh, you're back alre-

Yang: 'Sup, Vomit Boy~?

Ruby: 'Sup~!

Jaune: NOT THOSE TWO AGAIN!.

Ruby: Nora's not here~?

Yang: Ooh~! Did we stumble into their little love nest~?

Ruby: Love nest~?

Yang: How raunchy~!

Ruby: So raunchy~!

Jaune: H-Hey! This is a club room! You can't just barge in here, you know!

Yang: Something smells weird...

Ruby: Smells raunchy~?

Yang: Huh?

Ruby: Hm?

Jaune: Oh no! That's the-!.

Ruby: Hey, Mr. Leader! How about a haircut~?

Jaune: N-No...

Yang: We'll help you out~!

Jaune: Please, don't...

Nora: (About to walk in, Humming)

Yang: It'll be fine~! Just a bit off the top~!

Ruby: We'll make you as bald as a butt~!

Jaune: Stop! I told you to stop!

Nora: (Barrels inside)

Jaune: (Shaking his head, Hair fluffing)

Ruby: WHOA!

Yang: What are you, some kinda dog?!

Jaune: I PROMISED NORA I'D LET HER CUT IT!

Nora: (Blushing)

Yang: Hoho~. How cheeky of you, Vomit Boy~.

Ruby: Cheeky~!

Nora: KHM!

Yang: ...

Ruby: ...

Nora: (Glares, D R E A D)

Yang: (Runs with Ruby) RUN AWAY!

Ruby: (Runs with Yang) RUN AWAY~!

Nora: (Huffs)

Jaune: ...

Nora: (Starts cutting)

Jaune: Don't take off too much, please.

Nora: Relax~! You'll only be as bald as a baboon, maybe~.

Jaune: That's way too much!

Nora: (Holds mirror) Well...?

Jaune: ...Oh, it... It looks good.

Nora: (Smiles)

Jaune: (Smiles)

Nora: It won't make you look any less creepy, though, Leader~.

Jaune: Oh, will you stop?!

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇

G O J O X A F A B! R E A D E R

WARNINGS: MDNI, not proofread(I made this at 1 am don’t murder me), drinking, fingering, first time, fluff, no protection (don’t have kids, they expensive$$), creampie if you like squint ur eyes, smut with some plot because I have issues.

First fanfic, tried to make it to where any girlie can read this!<3

The greatest of his clan, Gojo satoru was a god in a man’s body. He who was deemed the strongest at birth, causing the world to shift into his own hands….how could he be so strong yet feel so weak when around you???

Years went passed, years of Gojo satoru’s endless training as a kid. While never pushing passed his boundaries he still managed to become quite strong. He was finally in the hands of the jujutsu world and with his arms out he fully welcomed it. It was his first day of high school in jujutsu so of course he had to be on his best behavior in his words.

“Everyone welcome your new classmate Gojo satoru.” Yaga inquired two students, Suguru Geto, and a girl named Shoko leri. “I simply hope these two won’t be useless to me…huh?” Satoru turns his head to see there are 4 desk yet only three students. He turned to Yaga with a questioning look. “Well Mr. Gojo satoru there is another student but she is late..” Yaga said with an annoyed face as if Gojo wasn’t also late.

Gojo looked at both of the students who had no care in the world only looking at their phones. He turned to look at Shoko first, she was smoking?? Unhealthy he believed. Then turned to look at Suguru, bangs…such weird looking bangs…Gojo also thought to himself before Suguru looked up at him. “Can I help you..?” Suguru asked confused and concerned why Satoru look at Suguru with a judging manner. “Your bangs are ugly dude-“ Before satoru finsihed his sentence the door slammed opened out coming a new student…you. Even through puberty hit like a bitch and made you hate life it isn’t to bad, whether you became tall or short, chubby or skinny, you still were as beautiful as a goddess to Satoru.

“Holy shit that train took longer than expected..” You said trying to catch your breath. Yaga deeply sighed as if he was a disappointed dad..”Everyone meet Y/n, she is a transfer student but she shall be respected as one of our own.” And with that you smiled while being extremely awkward. You sat down and tried to make small talk with your fellow classmates.

“Uhm Hi what’s your guys names?” You said as if you weren’t a HOUR late. Each of the three students said their name “Sup I’m Shoko..” She said trying to light her cigarette. “Well hello there~ I’m Suguru Geto. It will be pleasure to be your classmate.” He said in a gentle manner. You swear ur heart skipped a beat. “Hehehe…I am Gojo satoru. Yes yes THE Gojo of the Gojo clan, six eyes and limitless~” Gojo said in a very…well…Gojo kinda of way.

Everyone deadpanned Gojo as he only looked at you, while extremely embarrassed for him you couldn’t help but laugh at his reply. “Hahah, ohhh so you’re like a big cool boss kinda guy huh? pfhh hahah!” Gojo quickly got embarrassed and started to blush as well as explaining himself “W..WHAT!!! No! I was just saying how I am the strongest of generation!!! Do you wanna fight or something!!!” As you continue to laugh at Gojo became more red Shoko and Geto looked at eachother and just smirked. “So who’s asking who first..” Shoko betted towards Geto. “Well…we’ll just have to find out.”

And that’s how ur friend group started, on that day everything ur life would change, for the better or for the worse. A year later as you’re all second years you’re all still young and dumb, yet still strong and mature when needed. “Hey guys we should totally celebrate for the first years!” Gojo screamed as he ran over too you and you’re two loyal companions. Even after the death of Riko torn everyone and almost caused Geto to create a master genocide. Everything ended up working out, and you would finally celebrate the two first years for a job well done.

“Hey Shoko how drunk would you have to be to sleep with one of the boys?” You said as you did your make up because if something was being celebrated you had to look hot while doing it, you also wanted to finally get laid as you were never well….did it before. “Girl the world would have to end for me to even think of sleeping with them.” Shoko said while laughing. You softly shake your head before putting on ur dress and getting ur hair done. Finally was time for you to get some bitches…

The party was LOUD and when I mean loud I mean capital L-O-U-D. You walked in to see many students, you didn’t even realize there were that many. Even members of the zenin clan were there. “Ughh Shoko where are the boys at??” You said trying to not step on people while holding onto Shoko. “They’re right here silly.” She said as you turned your head to see Gojo and Suguru with matching suits on. “Glad you two could make it..” Suguru said obviously checking you both out, but Gojo’s eyes never left yours. “You look…beautiful, so beautiful and sexy..” He said blushing when he realized what he said. “I- I mean…would you like to uhm…chill in my room..?” He said with nervousness obvious in his tone. “Hehe I would love to do that! Come with me lover boy~” as you dragged him off. Shoko turns to Geto with a sly grin, “looks like you owe me $20~” She said as she grabbed a cup. “Ugh..fuck me..” Geto muttered under his breath.

Laughter could be heard as you dragged Satoru to his own room. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous already Gojo hehehe~” you said while also trying to not be nervous. “M-me?? Nervous hah! I don’t make me laugh!” He said as he grabbed you and thrown you into his room before shutting his door. He slowly started to walk towards you, nervous but shown himself as confident, it felt like the world had frozen.

You were pure red, blushing from excitement and embarrassment. You couldn’t believe it, you’ve been inlove for so long, you wanted this moment yet you were scared. You took a deep breathe as you saw him staring at you like a god would to his subjects. “W…well..Mr. Gojo the strongest…what are you gonna do-“ you were quickly cut off my gojo’s finger pressed on ur mouth, he looked up at you with love in his eyes. “It’s satoru for you. Only call me satoru..” he said before looking at you while holding ur chin waiting for your consent. With the nod of your head he began to kiss you.

It was slow and sensual at the same time soon your tounges fought for dominance which of course he won’t as his knee started to grind inbetween your legs. It was so…much you’ve never felt such pleasure nor did you know someone could give you such pleasure…well Gojo wasn’t just a someone.

“Look at you..all big talk yet you’re shaking under me, look how adorable you look~” satoru said with a smirk. You wanted to say something back before you let out a loud moan, you saw Satoru’s hands inbetween ur legs messing with your clit as he kissed and bit ur neck with his own love marks.

“N..nghh~..S..satoru~ to much AH~!” you said as he bit ur ear, “that’s doesn’t sound like to much if you’re moaning like a whore baby~” He grabbed your dress before pulling it off as he unbuckled his belt. “We gotta get you all ready for me….” He said as you were shivering trying to catch up to him. He soon pulled your panties to the side as he touched ur entrance with his long leaned finger.

Rubbing your clit while using his fingers to pleasure you as you grabbed the sheets while moaning loudly. You were sure everyone had already left yet you still wanted more. “More! Please more!” You practically screamed and he slid another finger. While it was uncomfortable at first due to the new feeling you soon couldn’t fight the pleasure it brought you.

Gojo softly laughed before looking at you in the eyes. “How bad do you want it. Beg for it.” You had no other choice. Not like you were thinking straight anyways, while people got drunk off of the achohol you got drunk off of the pleasure. “Ngh…! Please please I want you! I want you so bad please I’ll be good please~!!!” Gojo soon pulled his hand out of you, it was wet, messy, and sticky as he licked your juices off his mouth. He soon grabbed your thighs apart with a serious stare looking at you for your consent which you helplessly nodded.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” He said. “Yes yes yes!! Please please give it to me!!” If you could overdoes on pleasure you might as well call yourself dead. He soon lined himself up before slowly thrusting into your body. “Ahh..fuck so…so..so fucking tight..” he said as he shoved his head into your shoulder while you silently screamed as he shoved half of his member into you.

“Ugh fuck! So full~!!!” You said moaning into his ear as he pounded into your body without an ounce of mercy. Your legs shaking as you screamed his name and smaller curses as he thrusted into you. “Please!!!please please!! Give it to me S..sa- TORU~!” He held onto you as he thrusted upwards hitting that sweet sweet sensitive spot. “Ahh…fuck taking it like a good girl.” He said as he squeezed your legs even tighter. “Ngh..! G..gonna cum! You’re gonna make me cum..!” He whimpered into your ear as he scratched your back, your back arched as you feel yourself coming undone onto him. “OH FUCK~! I-I can’t to much hah~!” She screamed as she grabbed Satoru’s hair and pulled. “Almost there…gonna cum oh fuck~! Cuming cuming inside! Gonna make you a mommy and gonna- oh fuck~!”

He quickly came before almost falling ontop to you but using the last of his strength to move to the side before wrapping his arms around you. “How is it, that I’m the strongest yet I feel so weak near you..” you softly chuckle. “Because that’s what love is…and I love you…so very very much…”

The strongest, the unstoppable realized then and there that if that’s what love meant then he was devoted to you. Because not only did he feel weak around you. He felt at home. Loved. So why does it matter if you’re strong because you take all his strength with that smile of yours. “Then I love you too.” He said before kissing your head passing out with you while the party downstairs didn’t even notice you guys gone..

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Please do not plagiarize, steal, or copy this fanfic, but please take inspiration to create and write ur own fantasies but please ping me into the fanfic so I can read the beautiful creation<3

[zapreportsblog]

Hello I love your writing. Would like to request a gem reade/Marcus

We all know Marcus lost his mate so when he sees the new intern secretary come in after the last one got eaten. He’s so moved and thankful that he has a new mate 🥹🥺 my man was dead inside and after centuries this sweet juman that’s so innocent and caring now is his mate 🥺 I jus want them to go on romantic date on one particular nigh they are talking about literature and his lif e on a moonlight stroll. The night ends with them having a passionate night together. Fem reader was shy but Marcus is a wonderful lover and she’s so happy to be with him. Her last partner had been so abusive she feared falling in love again but Marcus was so attentive,protective and romantic 🥹

Awww poor baby is getting the happiness he needs

❝nothing like what I imagined❞

✭ pairing : marcus volturi x reader

✭ fandom : twilight x reader

✭ summary : the moment he laid eyes on her he knew she was his second chance at life, it’s unheard of vampires having second mates but now that’s he’s found his he will do all that he can to make sure she knows she is loved

✭ authors note : this song was definitely heavily inspired by the song “baby I’m yours”

✭ twilight masterlist

In the dimly lit corridors of the Volturi castle, Marcus moved with an air of quiet contemplation. His presence was often overlooked by those who were consumed with their own ambitions and intrigues. Yet, his gift of sensing emotional ties among individuals allowed him a unique perspective on the world around him.

One day, as he made his way through the grand hallways, his attention was drawn to the entrance of the castle. There, a new intern secretary had just arrived, replacing the previous one who had met a gruesome end. Marcus watched from a distance, his crimson eyes focused on the young woman who had captured his attention.

The moment their eyes met, a surge of emotion flooded through Marcus. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in centuries, a deep and powerful connection that reached beyond his usual sense of emotional bonds. He stood there, rooted to the spot, as he realized the truth—this young woman was his mate.

His heart, which had long been dormant, seemed to awaken within his chest. The mate bond between them was stronger than anything he had felt before, a tether that bound them together across time and space. Marcus was moved, both surprised and thankful, that fate had granted him another chance at love.

As he watched her navigate her new role within the castle, he kept his distance, his emotions a mixture of anticipation and restraint. He knew the dangers that surrounded them all, the complexities of their world that often led to heartbreak and loss. But this time, he was determined. He silently promised himself that he wouldn't allow history to repeat itself.

Over the days that followed, Marcus observed her from afar, a mix of longing and caution in his gaze. He kept his new discovery hidden, knowing that revealing such a bond could attract unnecessary attention. He continued to perform his duties, all the while his thoughts and emotions were intertwined with hers.

As time passed, Marcus found himself drawn to her presence more and more. The connection between them grew stronger with each passing day, a force that couldn't be denied. He felt the weight of centuries lifting from his shoulders, replaced by the hope and possibility of a future he had thought he might never experience again.

In the shadows, Marcus remained patient, his love and determination hidden beneath his stoic exterior. He knew that their journey would be filled with challenges and obstacles, but he was prepared to face them all. For in this young intern secretary, he had found his mate, a connection that transcended the darkness of their world and promised a new chapter in his immortal existence.

As the days passed and Marcus's connection with (y/n) grew stronger, he found himself unable to suppress his feelings any longer. He knew that he had to tell her the truth—the truth about the mate bond that bound them together. He couldn't deny the intensity of his emotions, the longing he felt for her presence.

One evening, as the sun set and cast warm hues across the grand halls of the Volturi castle, Marcus found (y/n) in a quiet corner of the library. He approached her with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, his crimson eyes focused on her as he cleared his throat.

"(y/n)," he began, his voice a gentle rumble, "may I speak with you?"

Startled, she looked up from the book she had been reading, her gaze meeting his. A blush crept across her cheeks as she nodded, her fingers nervously clutching the pages of the book.

"Of course, Master Marcus. What can I do for you?" she asked softly.

He took a moment to gather his thoughts, his emotions swirling within him. He reached out to gently take her hand in his, a silent gesture of comfort and connection.

"I want to share something with you," he said, his voice low but steady. "Something that has been on my mind since the day you arrived."

Her heart began to race, her curiosity piqued. She looked into his eyes, sensing that there was something significant he was about to reveal.

"You see," Marcus continued, "when I first laid eyes on you, I felt a bond—a deep and powerful connection that goes beyond what I've experienced before. (y/n), you are my mate."

His words hung in the air, a confession that held weight and meaning. Her eyes widened, her heart pounding within her chest. Her past experiences had left her cautious and guarded, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

"I understand if this is overwhelming," Marcus said gently. "But please know that I am not like your previous partner. I am not here to hurt you. I want to protect you, to be there for you in every way that I can."

She bit her lip, her emotions conflicting within her. She wanted to believe him, to trust that he meant what he said. But the fear of being hurt again held her back.

Marcus could sense her hesitation, her inner turmoil. With a soft sigh, he continued, "I understand that this is a lot to take in. Perhaps we can take it slow, allow our bond to grow at a pace that you are comfortable with. You have my word that I will always respect your feelings and your boundaries."

Touched by his sincerity and understanding, (y/n) felt a warmth spread through her chest. She looked into his eyes, searching for any signs of deceit. But all she found was honesty, vulnerability, and a genuine desire to make her feel safe.

"Thank you, Master Marcus," she said softly, her voice laced with emotion. "I appreciate your patience and understanding. I'm just... trying to navigate through my own fears."

“Please just call me Marcus,” he says before nodding and giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "I will be here every step of the way, (y/n). We will face this journey together."

As the evening continued, they sat together in the library, sharing stories and getting to know each other. The library's soft ambiance provided a comforting backdrop to their conversation, and in that moment, they both realized that their bond was something worth exploring—a connection that held the promise of healing and a love that could stand the test of time.

After a few weeks of talking in secret Marcus got (y/n) to agree to a date. So now under the shimmering moonlight, Marcus and (y/n) strolled along a cobblestone path, their steps accompanied by the gentle rustling of leaves in the night breeze.

The stars adorned the velvety sky like diamonds, casting a soft glow over the surroundings as if nature itself was setting the stage for their romantic evening.

As they walked, their conversation flowed seamlessly from topic to topic. They spoke about literature, exchanging thoughts on classic novels and sharing their favorite authors. Marcus shared stories from his long life, giving (y/n) glimpses into different eras and cultures he had witnessed.

"I've always found solace in the words of poets and authors," Marcus said, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "Literature has a way of capturing the human experience, of transcending time and connecting us to the emotions of those who came before us."

"I completely agree," (y/n) replied, her eyes sparkling as she listened to his words. "It's like stepping into different worlds and experiencing a multitude of emotions through the characters' journeys."

As the night deepened, they found themselves by a tranquil pond, its surface reflecting the moon's silvery glow. They settled on a comfortable spot beneath a tree, where a blanket had been laid out for them. A bottle of wine and glasses were placed nearby, casting a warm and inviting ambiance.

"(y/n), would you like some wine?" Marcus asked, pouring a glass for himself.

She nodded with a smile, accepting the glass he offered. They clinked their glasses together before taking a sip, the taste of the wine mingling with the atmosphere of the night.

Their conversation continued, becoming more intimate as the wine flowed. The air was filled with laughter and shared stories, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

As the night wore on, (y/n)'s cheeks grew flushed from the wine, and she looked at Marcus with a mixture of boldness and vulnerability.

"Marcus," she began, her voice soft and slightly slurred, "I've been wondering... Do you feel an attraction towards me?"

Marcus met her gaze, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. His lips curved into a gentle smile, and he nodded. "Yes, (y/n), I do."

Flushed and slightly flustered, she took a deep breath. "Well then... I'm not sure how to say this... But, Marcus, I want you to take me."

Marcus's eyebrows furrowed in surprise, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Take you where, (y/n)?"

Her gaze remained steady as she said, "Take me, Marcus. I may be a little drunk, but my mind is clear enough to make this decision. I want to feel loved."

A moment of silence hung in the air as Marcus absorbed her words. He placed his glass aside and gently took her hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring.

"(y/n)," he says, his voice so soft that her name barley comes out as a whisper.

There was a sense of both nervousness and excitement that filled the air as Marcus leaned in closer and gave (y/n) a gentle kiss on her forehead. His touch felt warm and comforting, and (y/n) could feel her heart beating faster as their lips met.

His hands gently traveled down her body, exploring her curves and curves until he gently caressed her body and they embraced each other tightly.

Their passionate kisses were filled with so much emotion and desire as Marcus was a gentle, loving, and attentive lover. He explored every inch possible of (y/n)'s body with kisses and caresses, and as their bare skin met, (y/n) felt as if she was being surrounded by a powerful, consuming love.

“Come, not here.” He says scooping her up into his arms quickly and whisking them away to his bedroom. The bedroom door had just barely been closed before (y/n) found herself on the bed eyes wide and cheeks flushed red as she stared up at the towering volturi leader before her.

“If I’m to take you, then I must do it right.”

[dreamderer]

The Nun

The greatest good can become the worst evil with a simple flip of a coin. All the sinners and the saints carry the same ending, yet there are saints that bear so many sins the sinners seem to be the saints. 

St. Catherines Entan Girls School was a prestigious boarding school, famous for their discipline for troubled girls. Roxanne Wesley was one of them.

Glancing at the cloudy sky above, she rolled her eyes and snatched the bag off the seat. “Anne, my dear, please be good for me,” her mother sighed as Roxanne slammed the car door and flipped her mom off. Frankly she hated her mother for always tailing her like a hawk. Couldn’t she be in control of her life at once?

She remembered the first time when she brought a boy over. He was good-looking and had a nice personality, but they were ultimately friends at the end of the day. Her mother had come barging in immediately and chased him out of the house when they studied a bit too quietly. Since then, he had politely refused all the invites to her house. She had screamed at her mom for ruining their friendship the same night, and her mom didn’t even look a bit sorry. “I don’t want a grandkid this early,” her mom said during the fight. “He’s a friend, mom, a friend! F-R-I-E-N-D friend!” she yelled. Seriously, her mom was a control freak.

The iron wrought gates swung open quietly as she walked into the new school she would spend a few years of her life in. Pretty gloomy, she mused to herself. The leaves of the surrounding trees had fallen off, leaving only bare branches reaching to the sun, bathing in its apricity. The lush grassland that was in that brochure Roxanne was clenching in her hand had been covered with a layer of snow, hiding its greenery from view. She made her way up the trail, and the school’s door was opened by a nun. 

“Roxanne Wesley?” the nun asked, “I’m Sister Meredith. Welcome to St. Catherines, please follow me.”

Roxanne nodded and followed the nun. The school’s corridors reeked of old and musty with the stone arches and gothic structure that was laid into its foundations. The tap tap of their footsteps rang through the empty halls and it was slightly getting on Roxanne’s nerves.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re almost there.”

“Can’t you just tell me?”

“Be patient.”

True to the nun’s words, they had soon arrived in a corridor of doors. She knocked on one in the far right, the brass plaque of 410 gleaming in the sunlight streaming from the room the moment the door swung open. 

“Children, gather round. You all have a new roommate. This is Roxanne Wesley. I trust that you’ll be able to make her feel welcomed,” the nun explained before leaving the dorm.

A short silence reigned over the three girls in the dorm and Roxanne. She noted the Blonde on the bed, Glasses on the seat next to the desk, and Frizzy Hair lying on another bed.

“‘Sup,” the blonde waved from her spot on the bed, “I’m Clarence, Clarence Whist.”

Roxanne waved back.

“Welcome to St Catherines, I’m Joanna Harkfield,” Glasses shrugged from her seat at the desk, “that’s Julie.”

“Julie Montero.” Frizzy hair yawned, “your hair looks soft.”

“Don’t mind her, she’s weird,” Clarence teased before climbing down the bed, “If you need anything, we’re here to help.”

“Yeah sure, thanks.” Roxanne nodded. “I’ll go explore the school if you don’t mind.”

A chorus of “go ahead” and “no problem” followed her as she stepped out of the dorm. Now, she can roam around the school freely. Where should she go to skip lessons?

Apparently an abandoned classroom far off the main building was the answer. The sunlight drifted in the classroom, her steps sending smokes of dust floating around. It was like a long slumbering child being roused awake, slowly but surely.

But among the wooden desks and chairs, a single red object caught her eye. It was a photo that was placed in the darkest corner of the room. Roxanne shivered a bit and picked the photo up.

A smiling nun stared back at her from the photo, and in white sharpie “Sister Annette” was written with hearts and stars. “Who dropped this?” Roxane muttered to herself, but she heard a tap next to the blackboard. She spun around and saw an amalgamation that seemed to be human. 

The humanoid was too tall to have walked in from the door, and she was dressed in a nun’s robe.  Her skin was pale white, as if she was made of snow. But standing within the dusty classroom, Roxanne couldn’t help but feel terror course through her veins, an all too familiar feeling. 

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Went the inky black liquid that flowed out of the humanoid’s eyes in rivulets of tears. The liquid pooled at the edge of the humanoid’s frayed robes, and dripdripdripdripdripdripdripdripdripdrip the liquid came faster and harder out of her- no, its eyes. Her limbs were disproportionate to a human, the arms being too long and spindly, yet something in Roxanne's mind knew those arms could catch her no matter how hard she tried to escape.

They faced off in a silent staring match, the humanoid’s unblinking pools of black liquid, and Roxanne’s very human ones that were trembling as she tried to comprehend the situation. It’s lipless mouth cracked into a wide, unnatural grin of amusement, a grin of a 

hunter 

meeting its prey, 

and

it

lunged.

Roxanne screamed, shutting her eyes, bracing for the long spindly arms with the big clawed hands to grab her, drown her in the liquid, swallow her, devour her whole… but all that was left was silence.

She peeked open her eyes, and felt tears running down her face. In her hand the photo was crumpled with how hard her fist clutched it, and she heard the drip drip drip of her tears- not whatever demon of hell’s liquid.

The photo remained in her hands, and she had to stifle a scream when she looked at it. Gone was the smiling nun, but the strangely shaped humanoid. She threw the photo onto the floor and left the classroom immediately.

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At dinner, they all gathered at the main hall. Roxanne found her dormmates and set her food tray next to them.

“Hey,” Julie said, “how’s your exploration?”

“O-oh yeah, it went well. Just a random question, who’s Sister Annette?” Roxanne asked.

“Annette? Never heard of her,” Clarence frowned, “Where did you find her name?”

“In the old wing of the building,” Roxanne replied while shovelling the potato puree into her mouth. It tasted exceptionally good, probably after being traumatised by such an occurrence just now, anything tasted heavenly.

“Roxanne,” Joanna’s face turned somber. “There was never an old wing in the school. The old wing burnt down six decades ago and was demolished.”

“What the fuck.”

“Miss Rint, I implore you to behave yourself!” a nearby sister exclaimed.

Her dinner didn’t taste so good now.

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At night, Roxanne tossed and churned. She had somehow entered a place that was supposed to be rubble, and met a person that no one knew. She had asked the sister for “Sister Anette”, and that sister blanched and whispered to her “We don’t talk about her” before hurrying off. She came back a few minutes later with a silver cross pendant. “You’ll need it, just don’t leave the room after midnight and you should be fine,” she whispered before rushing to who seemed to be the matron, leaving Roxanne with more questions than answers.

Needless to say, Roxanne was pretty much confused and spooked about the situation. And when it came for bedtime, she just couldn’t sleep. 

She got off the bed and silently landed on the ground. Julia snorted in her sleep and Roxanne flinched. After confirming that it was nothing, Roxanne quietly shut the door behind her. 

She had no doubt that if she woke the others she’d be in deep trouble, so she tiptoed through the hallways and found herself in the courtyard. The snow glowed under the moonlight, harmonising with the night’s odd silence to send shivers down her tibia.

The snow quietly crunched under her feet, leaving traces of footprints that lead to where the old school campus was. Sure enough, there was nothing but a field of trees. Roxanne laughed out, but not in a happy way. What did she see then? Who was that Sister Annette then?

Once upon a December… Snow fell true… and love had flown …

A strange melody, hauntingly beautiful, took control of Roxanne’s legs, and her steps brought her into the chapel. 

Dancing snow… swirling free… oh how I wish I could be…

The song became louder with every step Roxanne took, and a strangle calmness washed over her. It was like whatever emotion she had felt reached the extreme and overstimulated her senses so hard she was just left with… nothing.

In front of her, like a heat mirage, was Annette. She was someone who would get plagued by a horde of creepy reddit people giving pictures from a selfie, with her porcelain smooth skin and jade green eyes that promised a spring that is yet to come. She was dressed like a nun, obviously, and that couldn’t hide her beauty either. The black of the robes helped enhance her stature, and the whites complemented her fair skin. Her slightly pink small lips murmured to a song Roxanne heard the whole time.

Roxanne’s eyes were superglued to the scene, thoughts yanked out of her forehead and fluttering down the floor like the snow. The crucifix on her neck grew hot, yet she paid no mind. She was already gone. 

The silence between the two held for more, then shattered when green met brown. Annette’s features disfigured immediately, lips shrinking and mouth widening into a large grin that literally reached the ears, splitting her face horizontally, revealing sharp maws of teeth. Annette’s limbs were forcibly elongated, cracking sounds of bone and muscles replacing Roxanne’s horrified wordless scream. 

Roxanne did what her instincts told her to do.

runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunRUNRURNRUNRUNRURNRUNRUNRURNRUNRUNRURNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNDONTSTOP

Her footsteps trekked across the courtyard, eyes focused on the holiest place she could think of. She had seen those horror movies— Churches were safe. And in a school like this? Chapels are a close second. If she could make it, that is.

She ran and ran, like the devil was on her tail. She could hear Anette’s steps thumping, slithering, cracking as she got closer to the chapel. She risked a glance behind her, and she stilled.

Annette was never behind her, she was above her. Her head stretched out from her neck, mirthful silent laughter in that lipless mouth oozing black liquid onto her. Roxanne was prey Annette wouldn’t miss. 

“Oh my God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God-” Roxanne screamed.

And those were her final words.

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When Joanna woke this morning, she noticed a crowd of people around her room. Sisters were vigorously crossing themselves, some clasped in prayer and clutching crucifixes. Police dressed in their unmistakable blue uniform crowded around an empty bed. 

Well it wasn’t that empty, considering Roxanne’s blood soaked body and her entrails spread out, just like a robe of a nun, but red. Her head was gone, leaving a clean stump on the neck. In her hand was a bloodied black crucifix, one she remembered a sister had given Roxanne the night before. Nausea bubbled up in her throat. Julie and Clarence were up, huddling together in a weighted blanket. Just when she couldn’t take it anymore, she puked yellow bile.

All eyes turned to her in an instant. “Miss Harkfield, are you available for questioning after you’re done washing up?” an officer asked gently, handing her a box of tissue.

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The day passed on in whispers and rumors. The nuns had given everyone a day off, quoting “let today be a day of mourning of a sister in the making.” Well the girls mourned through gossip. Rachel claimed she had seen the entire thing, Roxanne screaming in front of the chapel at 3 am before vanishing all of a sudden. Patricia said she saw Roxanne’s head under a withered tree outside the chapel.

There were many rumors, but one thing was sure– Roxanne was last seen, presumably, near the chapel.

Police searched the area, clearing inches of snow to look for the missing head. They never found it. There wasn’t anymore of Anette either.

But then every year on Roxanne’s death day, amongst the fluttering snow at night, a beautiful nun would always appear. The nun would just stand there in the snow, hands clasped in prayer, with a silver crucifix wrapped around the wrists. People called it off as nothing, just a snowy mirage, a blur meant to trick the eyes. But the sisters and girls who had seen Roxanne? They would simply pray for that nun in the snow.

[yunnebbia]

Ughhhh I got moving plans but everything I own is in horrible shape and some stuff I can't bring with me,,

The biggest problem I have is that I probably won't bring my computer, which is a desktops one , so I'll probs have to either buy a laptop one or just straight up,, have no computer and deal with only my phone and a physical sketchbook,, BUT I'M ALSO POOR AF TO THE POINT I CAN'T BUY MYSELF A NEW PAIR OF SHOES BC MINE JUST DIED AND THEY WERE MY ONLY PAIR

So idk how I'm gonna do that,, n e way sup ?