#she's the only thing standing between me and the darkness.... /j

[marcyonacross]

In a committed relationship with my beautiful wife, the 12 second long high note Copia hits at the end of the BBC Live Session version of Life Eternal

[hischiershoe]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 | 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫

word count: 3.6k

summary: Nico in eye black. That's all.

warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT -> unprotected sex (be responsible!), oral (fem receiving), choking, slight overstimulation but not really, multiple orgasms, slight praise and slight degredation kink

note: the stadium series was three weeks ago, but im still thinking about this so enjoy!

The wind was cold as it bit at the exposed skin of your face, turning your cheeks and nose a dark shade of red. Your hands were clad in your thickest gloves, body bundled in the warmest clothes as you shuffled near the lively group of friends and family beside you. Many were in town for the stadium series game, smiles on their faces as they proudly represented their player. Excitement was filling the air as everyone conversed and waited for the guys to finally walk out.

You were standing near his sister and dad, laughing about something in the story they had been telling you when you felt your phone buzz in your jacket pocket. It was almost time for the guys to come out on the ice for their pictures and for practice, so you assumed that it was Nico sending you his usual selfie with a silly little caption attached to it. You carefully slipped one of your gloves off and grabbed your phone while there was a break in the conversation. 

When you opened to his message, your breath hitched in your throat when you saw the black streaks underneath his eyes. You knew he was going to be wearing eye black, he told you so himself, but you didn’t prepare yourself for what he was going to look like with it on. Your pupils were blown slightly wider, lip subtly pulled between your teeth as your gaze stayed on the picture of him. It wasn’t until you felt a gentle nudge into your bicep that you looked away.

“Girl, you’re drooling,” Nicole chuckled, raising her eyebrows at you before she glanced at your phone, “Lucky you. J chose not to wear it.”

“He’s trying to kill me,” You shook your head, your face now flushed from the thoughts passing through your mind.

“Don’t act like you’re complaining,” She teased, bumping into your shoulder with her own.

“Oh, I’m not.”

You fell back into conversation with Nico’s family, slipping your gloves back on over your hands and shoving them into your pockets. Nina was asking about how things had been going between you and her brother, making sure he was treating you the way he should be. You assured her that he was before asking about her own love life, diving into her ventures. She was finishing up a story about her recent date when they announced that the guys were to be walking out in a few minutes, and everyone gathered close to watch.

The sound of music blaring out of the stadium interrupted your conversation, causing everyone’s heads to turn towards the platform they were walking out on. The guys trickled out of the tunnel one by one, but the second your eyes landed on Nico it was like everything and everyone else around him blurred into the background.  He was wearing their game uniform, the team beanie sat on top of head as he walked towards the ice.

Your eyes were focused on him and only him as he slipped the skate covers off and stepped onto the rink, skating around with his friends until he noticed you standing by his family. The two of you made eye contact, him dropping his left eye into a wink before he turned back to the team. You press your thighs together, your heart slamming into your chest as images of him hovering over you flooded your mind.

Nina wasn’t blind to your sudden shift in demeanor, shaking her head as she watches your eyes bashfully dart to the ground in front of you. She was silently thankful her brother had gotten her and their dad their own hotel rooms, and she made a note to not put the key to his apartment he had given her to use tonight. 

Everyone watches as the team gathered around for their team picture, their brief practice starting not much long after they finished them. You joked around with those around you, laughing at Kevin as he skated around with the football helmet on, but there was one thing at the back of your mind the entire time. Just when you thought you had composed yourself, you’d catch a glimpse of Nico and it sent you reeling back to the dirtiest parts of your mind. 

When practice was over and they started to let families and friends onto the ice, you waited with Nina for Nico to get done talking to whoever he needed to. You were a little rusty with your skating abilities, so you often found yourself grasping onto her bicep to keep yourself from falling. You heard his laughter as he skated over to the three of you, his eyes full of amusement as he watches you grasp his sister.

“Versuchst du, mir mein mädchen zu stehlen,” Nico jokes at his sister, playfully narrowing his eyes at her. (Are you stealing my girl?)

“Ich bin das bessere geschwister,” She rolls her eyes. (I am the better sibling.)

Nico stops next to you, grabbing your arm and carefully pulling you into his side as he greets his sister and dad before placing a kiss to your temple. Your arm wraps around his waist to keep yourself steady as you peer up at him, your lip subtly being pulled between your teeth as your eyes dance across his face. He feels your stare on him, and he breaks his gaze away from his dad to look down at you.

“You okay,” He asked, voice quiet as he squeezed your shoulders.

“More than okay,” You giggle as your eyes briefly flit down to the streaks under his eyes to his lips. 

He notices the way your gaze drops, and he raises his eyebrows as a knowing glint sparkles in his eyes. Suddenly he’s hyper aware of the way your bottom lip was red from your teeth and you looked flushed in a different way than the others. He notices the way you swallow thickly the longer you look at him, and he knows exactly what’s going through your mind. 

He leans down, his lips hovering right above your ear as he whispers, “Good thing I got them a hotel, yeah?”

Your eyes dart back up to his, wide and excited as he gives you a smug smirk before he turns back to the others around him. He takes your hand in his own and skates around the rink, the two of you stopping and mingling with the others when he could tell you were getting a little too unsteady. When he has to do something for the media team, you try and skate around on your own, but you end up barreling into Luke and using him as a stabilizer for a while.

The rest of the skate goes by fairly quickly and people slowly begin to filter off the rink to go home and rest before the busy day that followed. You had made your way back to Nico’s family, discussing your plans for tomorrow when he approached the three of you asking if they were ready to go. He helped you off the ice and had you sit on the bench so that he could unlace your skates. 

As you watch him on one knee in front of you, his fingers undoing the tight laces, you can’t help but admire him. Loose strands of his hair had fallen out of his beanie and into his face. His eyelashes were full and long in a way that always made you a teeny bit envious because yours were nowhere near that beautiful. Warmth spread from your core as your gaze lingered on him, and you couldn’t wait to get home.

“Nico,” You called out when he slipped off the other skate, leaning down so you were centimeters away from his face, “Leave the eye black on.”

“Planned on it,” He winked, placing a small kiss to your lips before he pulled away, “I’m going to drop my sister and dad off at the hotel. I’ll see you at home. I love you!”

Time seemed to slow down when you arrived at the apartment, waiting for Nico to walk through the door. You had attempted to pass the time by changing out of your many layers of clothes and into a t-shirt from his closet. Now, you were unloading the dishwasher while you waited. However, you were too engrossed with making sure the dishes were placed the correct way that you missed the sound of the door opening. 

Nico had carefully dropped his bag by the door and slipped his shoes off, keeping his footsteps light and quiet while he approached you from behind. His eyes dragged the length of your body, taking in the way his shirt barely covered the curve of your ass and the way your legs were on full display. The sight alone made his cock twitch in his pants, but he knew he’d get to have his way with you soon.

“Hi,” He whispers as he wraps his arms around your front, pulling you into his chest as you let out a surprised squeal.

“Hi, baby,” You giggled as you further pressed yourself against him, craning your neck so that you were looking at him, “I see you left it on.”

“Of course I did,” He hummed as he spun you around so that your body was facing him, his fingers slipping underneath the material of the shirt, “Anything for you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes as your eyes danced across his face. Nico’s hands flex on your hips, slightly pulling them into his own as he swipes his tongue across his lips. He keeps his eyes trained on your face, waiting in impatient anticipation for you to make the first move. He watches as your gaze briefly pauses over the ink on his cheeks, your pupils dilating every so subtly before you’re surging forward and slamming your lips against his own. 

His fingers press into the flesh of your hips as he backs you against the counter of the center island. Your hands tangle in his hair, gently pulling and tugging on the strands as you slip your tongue into his mouth, his low groan vibrating against your lips. He slides his hands down to grasp the backside of your thighs, effortlessly lifting you so that you were sitting on the cool marble of the counter.

“Bedroom,” You breath out as he pulls away to kiss along your jaw down to the sensitive skin of your neck.

“No. Right here,” He mumbles, his teeth scraping the column of your throat and one of his hands grazing your inner thigh.

You let him push your thighs apart as he sucks at the skin just below your ear, your head thrown back as soft pants slip through your lips. His fingers ghost over your heat, making you whine out in desperation for his fingers, for his mouth, for him. You feel the rumble of his amusement on your throat before he’s pulling away from you, his gaze dark as he looks down at you.

“Not wearing panties,” He taunts as he cocks his head to the side, “That desperate, are you?”

“Nico,” You groan, your eyes wide and pleading, “I need you, please baby. Please.”

“Good girl,” He murmurs as he slides a finger through your folds, teasing you, “I like when you beg for it.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as he presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, sending a jolt to your nerves. You can hear the soft thud of his knees hitting the floor, so you force your eyes open to see him slotted between your thighs. He’s looking up at you, smile smug and eyes shining with a wicked glint to them. He drops his gaze to the sight of you dripping in front of him, and your breath catches in your throat in anticipation.

The second Nico’s lips brush against the soft skin on the inside of your thigh, your eyes are fluttering closed and you’re tilting your head back in ecstasy. He’s placing a mixture of delicate and open mouthed kisses as he moves closer and closer to your center, lighting the skin on fire in the wake of his touch. You can feel his warm breath hitting your aching pussy, sending your hand flying to tangle in his hair as he briefly flicks eyes back up to you.

He flattens his tongue in between your folds, licking a stripe between them as he grips your thighs with his hands. He brushes against your clit, your moan bouncing off the counter beneath you as you tighten your hold on his hair. You feel his laughter vibrate against you, pleasure burning your nerves as he flicks his tongue against your clit. You’re about to carefully push his face into you, your body yearning for his touch, but it was almost as if he could sense your pathetic desires as he plunges a finger into your hole and attaches his lips to the sensitive nub of nerves.

“Oh God,” You breathe out as he works his finger in sync with his mouth.

Your eyes are screwed shut, one of your hands gripping the edge of the counter so tightly that your knuckles were turning white. Nico groans as you tug on his hair,  but he doesn’t stop; he doesn’t even slow down. In fact, he thrusts another one of his fingers inside of you and begins curling them against your walls. The combination of his mouth and his fingers makes the knot in your stomach tighten to the point that it becomes overwhelmingly blissful.

Nico’s movements are unyielding as your cries fill the space around you, your orgasm ripping apart every single nerve in your body as your hand drops from his hair. He keeps his fingers moving inside of you as your juices coat the bottom half of his face. He lets out a satisfied hum against your sensitive core, sending another wave of shock through your body as he pulls his face away and his fingers out of you.

He watches the way your chest rises and falls as you pant, your neck arched backwards as you try to catch your breath and your walls clench around the absence of his fingers. He stands between your legs, the feeling of his bulge pressing against you as he leans towards you to grasp your chin between his fingers. The contact causes your eyes to snap open, meeting his gaze as he brings his fingers up to your mouth.

“Open up, pretty girl,” He instructs, quirking his brow as he taps your cheek..

You drop your jaw, allowing Nico to slide the digits onto your tongue before wrapping your lips around them. You swirl your tongue around his fingers, your gaze unrelenting from his own as you taste yourself. Nico can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, the tormenting urge to bury himself inside of you growing by the second.

“Good girl,” He praises as he removes his fingers from your mouth, “Think you’re ready for me?”

“Yes,” You eagerly nod.

Nico quickly yanks his pants down his legs, smirking to himself when he sees the black smudges on your thighs from the eye black on his face. The marks on your skin drove him crazier than he thought it would, but he didn’t give himself much time to think about it as he kicked his pants away and reached for the hem of your shirt. He pulls it over your head, letting you help him with his own before the both of you are completely bare.

“Du bist so schön,” Nico breaths out as his eyes drag across your body, drinking in every single centimeter of the skin as if it was the last time he’d see you. (You are so beautiful)

Your cheeks flush at the compliment you heard every single day, eyes darting away from him, but he didn’t let your stare stay away for long. He wraps his large hand around your neck and guides your focus back to him. The ink on his cheeks had faded a little, and with one fleeting glance to your thighs, you could see the remnants contrasting against your skin. It made the warmth in your stomach spread down to your already pulsing core.

“Ready, schatzi,” He tenderly asks, caressing the skin of your neck with his thumb.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you nod, wiggling your hips towards him as he pumps himself in his hand. He guides himself towards your center, rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds as he teases your entrance. You wrap your leg around his hip trying to subtly pull him closer to you, but he’s stronger than you and he doesn’t budge. 

“Be patient,” He chastises, pulling your face to his own by his cautious grip on your neck, “You’ve been a needy slut all night. Rubbing against me in front of my family and team? Looking at me like you wanted me to bend you over in front of everyone?”

“Couldn’t help it,” You whisper as his lips ghost over your own.

“Yeah, I bet you couldn’t,” He chuckled before he slowly pushes himself inside of you, his hand gently squeezing the sides of your throat.

A moan tumbles from your lips as you grasp at his back in an attempt to keep yourself steady, the feeling of Nico’s cock stretching your walls sending you into a dizzying haze. No matter how many times you had sex with him, he had to give you time to adjust to him before he can ruin you the way he really wants to. The sharp pain between your legs slowly dulls until it’s nothing but a pleasurable ache.

Nico knows your body like the back of his hand, and he doesn’t need you to tell him when you’re okay; he can feel it. He feels it in the way your entire body relaxes, in the way your walls pulse around him. He slowly thrusts into you, keeping the motion of his hips short and shallow as he gives you a little more time to get used to him, and to tease you. Your fingernails dig in his back as he moves into you at a painfully slow pace, your pleas filling his ears as you beg for more. 

“God, you’re so desperate, aren’t you,” He groans as you clench around him, “Begging for my cock, yeah?”

“I thought you liked it when I beg,” You force out, your voice breaking off into a moan as he roughly snaps his hips against your own.

Nico slams into you, his grunts meshing with your loud moans as your nails scrape against the skin of his back. The pressure on your throat is just enough to make you dizzy, intensifying every single feeling that pumps through your veins. It made your orgasm build in your stomach all over again, this time its intensity was multiplied times ten and absolutely electrifying. Nico can feel the way your walls are fluttering around him as he drives into, and he knows it won’t take long to send you over the edge for the second time. 

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed off the marble countertops, but it was almost smothered entirely by the noises falling from your lips as Nico drives himself into you. He watches the way your tits bounce with each passing push into you, and the way your face twists in pleasure as he hits deeper into you. His other hand was gripping the back of your thigh, digging into the flesh so hard that it was sure to leave bruises behind.

“Look at you,” Nico taunts, his voice strangled as he feels himself stutter against you, “Taking me like the needy slut you are. Moaning my name for our neighbors to hear, letting everyone know who makes you feel this good.”

You only manage a slew of whimpers and whines in response, your brain foggy with only the thought of you how good he feels inside you. Your eyes are rolling in the back of your head as the coil in your stomach unravels, your moans morphing into screams as you release your juices all over Nico’s cock. He doesn’t cease his movements as he feels you come undone around him, but he knows he’s not far behind you as he drops his forehead to your shoulder and his hand falls from your neck to slap against the counter.

Incoherent words are pouring out of your mouth as Nico fucks you through your orgasm, the euphoric feeling magnifying as he places open mouthed kisses to your neck. You can feel his hips falter and stutter against you, and he can feel you purposely clench around him, and that’s what sends him spiraling into his own orgasm as his groans reverberate on your skin.

“Nico,” You cry out as his name, using your grip on his back to pull him closer to you as he carefully sinks his teeth into the skin above your collarbone.

You can feel him release himself inside of you, the warm, sticky liquid coating the inside of your thighs as he slowly ceases his motions while still deep inside of you. The two of you pant in sync, trying to catch your breath while you move your hands up to tangle with the hair on the nape of his neck. Nico’s hands had found purchase on your hips as he slightly pulls away from you.

“You’ve got marks from it all over you,” He smirks, his eyes filtering from your neck and down to your thighs, “Guess we need to get those washed off in the shower, yeah?”

not a fan of the ending but i hope you liked it <3

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 Your best friend, Johnny, finds out about all the dirty little fantasies you've been having about him. Not only does he make you confess every single one, but he makes them a reality.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 pulling panties off with teeth, P in V sex, panty stealing (kinda), couch sex, romantic sex, slightly drunk sex? reader is a bit tipsy, friends to lovers, unprotected sex (WARNING: THIS IS DONE BY PROFESSIONALS DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME), creampie

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x f!reader

You were at your best friend's, Johnny's, house, just drinking, eating dinner, catching up on life. Somehow, the topic of conversation turned towards dating endeavors.

"Oh, I've sworn it off. Even hookups, though I wouldn't mind a dick appointment from you." You teased him, biting your lip, giving him a sultry look, before taking another sip of your wine. Jesus, what were you even doing? The rush of alcohol in your system making your brain fuzzy, incoherent to rational thought.

"What?" He choked on his wine, leveling himself.

But your stupid brain still wouldn't take the hint that maybe you shouldn't keep talking. "Mhm. It's shameful.. The things I think about when I'm alone.." You whispered, running your finger tips up your thigh. You wore a satin blue dress that went to your midthigh, a soft floral pattern along the chest.

He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the way you were talking without any filter. "Do tell me, dear, what do you think about me doing to you?" He asked, eyes hungry as he stood up. "Hm?"

"Mmm.. Well.. I imagine you laying me down.. Us making out for a bit until I'm practically squirming underneath you.. Then you'd lift up my dress, pull my panties off, and fuck me like I'm more than a friend to you." You admitted, standing up as well with a slight wobble.

He walked you back, pushing you to lay down on the couch. He was quickly on top of you, arm around your waist, the other tangled in your hair, cradling the back of your head. "Is that so? Would you say you want me now, sunshine?" He asked, training open mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck.

"Yes." You croaked out, caught off guard by the feeling of his lips on your neck, feeling his warm breath on your skin.

"Your know there's no going back from this, yeah? If I fuck you, we're not just friends anymore. Friends don't do this type of shit. You're mine, and I don't share, got it?" He whispered, before crashing his lips onto yours. Soft, yet powerful, hungry.

You let out a soft sound of approval as you savored his lips, your arms wrapping around him, holding him like a lover.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, grinding against your thigh. "None of those bastards you brought around were ever worth your time." He sounded almost jealous.

"I never thought...I'd have a chance with you." You whispered back between kisses, him occasionally cutting you off with desperation and a need to claim you.

"God, I knew you were naive, sweet girl, but I didn't think you were mad. Everytime I see you, my heart stops. Everytime I see you in the sunshine, the light bouncing off your features, I think, 'This is heaven. God is a woman, and I've just seen her.'" He whispered, holding you closer, pouring his affection into your every pore.

You tried to grind back against him, but he just put a flat palm against your pubic bone, pinning you down.

"Don't tease tonight, J.. Let me feel you." You whispered, kissing him with your eyes open, peering into the dark brown windows of his soul.

"Okay.. Okay. Whatever you want, princess." He whispered, trailing kisses down, over your dress, feeling the smooth satin against his lips, before his face was hovering over your sex.

He pushed your dress up over your hips, before leaving kisses along your clothed pussy. But you begged him not to tease, so he used his teeth the grab the fabric of your underwear, pulling down the black lace. "God, she's gorgeous. Look at that.." He praised, referring to your cunt, rubbing a thumb over your clit, seeing how you'd respond to him.

He pocketed your panties before kicking off his jeans and boxers. You looked like you would go crazy if he wasn't inside you in the next 5 minutes, your whole body filled with need. "Shhhh, I know. Just let me-" He cut himself off, grabbing his wallet off the end table, pulling out a small foil package.

"Johnny. Not now, please. I need to feel you." You begged, your hands extended, wanting to pull him closer.

He stopped for a moment, not expecting you to make that request, but God, the thought of being skin to skin with you like that.. It drove him crazy. You were begging for the most intimate thing, no barriers between the two of you. "Yeah? You sure, baby?" He asked, putting the condom and his wallet back on the table.

He leaned over you, closer to your body. "Absolutely." You whispered, a softer intimacy present in your voice as you put a gentle hand on his jawline, fingertips touching his skin.

He took in a shaky breath, before straightening himself back up, spitting in his hand before he stroked his painfully hard cock. It was thick, with a pretty pink tip. He shifted over you again, rubbing against your folds, before pushing in, feeling the way your cunt stretched around him. "God, baby.." He rasped, feeling you raw.

"Deeper, Johnny, please!" You whined, hands finding and caressing his body.

"Yeah? You want deep?" He asked fully bottoming out inside you, making you gasp and moan. "I want you to be loud, sweetheart. Let me know how good my cock is making you feel." He whispered, rocking his hips inside you.

You let out a soft moan as he leaned down to kiss you. You tangled one hand in his hair, the other resting on his cheek. You were having sex, but it was so much more than that. It was a confession, a sharing of vulnerability, a moment of becoming one with each other.

He started off slowly, testing the waters, before he found a rhythm that had you crying out.

"Yes! Oh fuck!" You moaned, almost screaming out as you wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him deep inside you.

The sounds you made, the way you were wrapped around him, it was driving him wild. He picked up the pace, his lips finding your neck, leaving kisses and bites in their wake, his head swimming with the feeling of all of you. "You like that, baby? Is this what you wanted? This what you've been thinking about this whole damn time?" He asked, panting, slightly breathless as he mercilessly thrusted inside you.

You nodded, mouth open in a loud moan, with that cock drunk expression on your face. The pressure was quickly building up in your stomach, pleasure flooding your body, like a dam about to break through.

"Good girl." he murmured, his breath ragged. "Just let go, baby. I wanna hear you. I wanna make you feel good." He moved his lips to your ear, his teeth gently biting down on the lobe between words, "You look so amazing like this, all mine."

"Johnny, I'm so close!" You cried out, head leaned back against the couch.

He wrapped an arm around your body, holding you close, drinking up your sounds. "I wanna feel you let go. Cum for me, baby. I've got you." He whispered so sensually.

It only took a few more thrusts before you were crying out his name as you came undone around him, your heat clenching around him. "Johnny.. Johnny.. Fuck.." You mumbled, a breathless whimper.

The way you said his name, the way you felt around him, it sent him careening over the edge. He buried his face against the crook of your neck, your name a breathless chant of a mantra on his lips. "Oh, God, baby." He groaned. "You feel so good. You're so perfect. You're mine. You're my girl. Say it. Say you're my girl."

As you both came down from your highs, you pressed a kiss against his lips. "I'm yours. Your girl." You confirmed.

┆𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓┆

𝐀/𝐍 Hope that was okay, because I am NOT proofreading it ‼️

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[bteezxyewriter12]

My Shadow/ 1

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 6.1k

Includes- Dark fic, violence, sort of dub con, fingering, pussy eating, blow job, throat fucking, deepthroating, cum swallowing, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms

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? POV

I watch her through her window, hiding in the shadows

I'm contemplating making contact soon

I've spent months following her, watching her, learning her schedule

I dream of the day I can touch her, kiss her, fuck her

Love her

She knows about me

Her stalker

I've allowed her to see me a few times

Not my face

Not yet

Just my presence, letting her catch glimpses, letting her know I'm there

Nothing that is provable to the cops

But she knows I'm watching

I thought she might get scared, take precautions, get a roommate

But no

Instead she flaunts herself in front of me

Teasing me

Walking around her house naked, in full view of the open windows

Walking around with a crop top and these tiny panties that cover nothing

Dancing and shaking her ass at the window

She's baiting me and I don't know if she thinks I won't take it

Because I will

Soon

She wanders into her room and I get ready for the little show she's been putting on for me this past week

She stands in full view of the windows, facing it

Facing me

Her hands slowly moves up her body, taking her shirt off, dropping it to the floor, her beautiful perky tits on display

She tilts her head to the side, smirking as she drags her panties down, stepping out of them

I breathe harder, my cock growing hard in my pants

She moves to her bed, sitting right in the middle

Leaning back, she opens her legs widely, showing me her pussy

Her hand moves down to her cunt, her small fingers running along her slit

She touches herself, playing with her clit, pleasure on her face

And even though I can't hear it, I know she's moaning

I stay still, watching as her fingers now slide down and into her pretty little cunt

She moves them in and out and I can't help but think my fingers would fuck her so much better

Reach that spot inside her that will have her seeing stars so easily

Her beautiful body shakes as her hand moves faster

I crave being between her legs, licking her cream from her cunt before shoving my cock inside her and fucking her dumb

Soon

She finishes with a shudder, her body spasming as she falls back on her bed

She removes her hand from her cunt, curling up in her bed, dragging the blanket haphazardly around her

She reaches for her phone, pressing on it, the lights in her room turning off

I wait a few minutes more until I know she's fast asleep

Only then do I move closer, peering right into her window, watching her sleep

She has no idea she's mine yet

But she will

She's playing with fire and she's going to get burned

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

J POV

Walking into the mechanic shop, I greet my best friend

"Hi Yoongi"

He raises his eyebrow, "You're late"

I scoff, "Oh c'mon, just like fifteen minutes"

He sighs, "Why do I put up with you?"

"Because you love me and I'm you're bestest friend in the whole wide world", I smile, cutely

He snorts, "Yeah ok. I put up with you because you need a job"

I pout, "And because I'm your bestest friend"

He cracks a small smile, "Yeah fine. That too"

"Say it", I ask sweetly

"No", he says

I love embarrassing him and making him say cute things that he hates saying

Yoongi is a tough guy

Tattoos galore, some I know I haven't seen because they're under his shirt

But he has two really beautiful tattoo sleeves that I love looking at

It's just so colorful and interesting

His long black hair is usually in a ponytail, his eyebrow pierced

He's gorgeous but always has a scowl on his face

He's intimidating and non-approachable, scary even, to most people

Except me

I've seen him in diapers so he'll never be scary to me

And girls eat up the bad boy aura he has

Throw themselves in front of him

They'll even bring their cars to him, when nothing is wrong, just to get a chance to talk to him

But he doesn't pay them any attention

He's never had a girlfriend

Says he doesn't need one

Only fucks and does one night stands

It's sad because he's the sweetest man I've ever met, so attentive and caring

He's the perfect boyfriend

That no one will ever see until he drops the fuck boy act

"Say it", I repeat

He sighs, looking at the ceiling, "You're my bestest friend"

"Yay!", I squeal, hugging him

"Yeah great", he mutters, his arm around me, hugging me back

"So anyone come in yet?", I ask, putting my bag in the back of his car

My stuff will be safe in there

"We opened like twenty minutes ago", he scoffs, "Nobody came but I still have cars to fix. Jungkook and Tae are coming in an hour for their shifts, they'll take any new people who come today"

I nod

I'm just the secretary here, he calls all the shots and I do what he tells me

If he wants Jungkook and Tae to take the people that come in, they will

He owns the shop and he tends to fix the cars that take the longest and the most difficult

Like sports cars

He does all kinds of work on those but I couldn't tell you any details

I know next to nothing about cars and I'm an avid pedestrian

Yoongi offers to teach me to drive all the time but I don't really need to

Living in Seoul there's public transportation and the bus stop is a block from my house

If I need to go anywhere far, Yoongi will take me or I can get a taxi

"So what'd you do last night?", he asks, walking to the back of the shop where the cars he's working on are

"Oh nothing. Watched TV. Messed around with the stalker who watches me"

His head snaps up, confusion in his eyes, "What?"

"Oh I didn't tell you? I have a stalker"

"You have a what?", he gapes

"A stalker"

"You're fucking joking"

I shake my head, "Nope. I call him my shadow"

"Yeah fucking charming", he scoffs shaking his head, "How do you know you have a stalker?"

"I've seen him"

"You've...what?", Yoongi asks, "He's not doing a very good job if you've seen him"

"Well....not him exactly. Just his figure. Glimpses of him"

"What's he look like?"

I shrug, "I don't know. He always has a hoodie with a weirdly long hood that covers his face. Like I can be looking right at him and the hood is so deep I can't actually see him"

"Yeah that's not fucking creepy", he retorts

It is

I was startled the first time I saw him

I thought it was weird that someone would wear that

But then, I'd see him more often

Every time I got the feeling someone was watching me, I'd look around and there he was

Well, he was there when he wanted me to see him

There's been too many times to count where I felt someone was watching me but no one was around

Then there's the little things I'd find outside my front door

A rose, a locket, a ring

Never a note

"Yeah it's creepy and it bothers me so I fuck around with him"

"Yeah that's the smart thing to do", he sighs, rolling his eyes

"Hey, if he's gonna fuck with me, I'm gonna fuck with him"

"Yeah but he's crazy! He could kill you!"

"Hmm I'm thinking no. He wouldn't kill me if he's obsessed with me"

Yoongi scoffs, "You're playing with fire"

"And it's gonna burn me, yeah yeah yeah. I know"

He shakes his head, scowling, as he pops the hood of a nice red car

"What did you do to fuck with him?"

"I masturbated in front of my open window"

Yoongi snaps his gaze to me, his mouth dropped to the floor, "You...what the fuck Joanne?"

"What?", I smirk

"That's just gonna rile the guy up! It's gonna push him to do more than just watch! Are you trying to get killed?"

"No, I'm trying to show him that he's not affecting me! That I'm not going to stop living my life and cower in the corner afraid!"

"Nah, Jo, you're baiting him. Don't do that shit again"

"Yoongi"

"C'mon Jo", he says, his dark brown eyes looking into mine, "You're my best friend and I love you. I don't want you to die because you taunted the wrong guy"

Maybe he's right

Maybe I did take it too far last night

It was the first time I did anything like that

Yeah I've walked around naked or in skimpy clothes but last night was something explicitly sexual

Maybe I shouldn't do that again

"You're realizing you did something completely stupid right?", Yoongi asks

"Yeah, ok, you're right. I did"

He just shakes his head, "Do you want me to come over? Stay with you tonight so the creep doesn't try anything?"

I shake my head, "No, I'm good. I got a date tonight anyway"

His eyebrow raises, as he uses some tool to unscrew something in the hood

I like watching him work, watching his hands move even if I don't have a clue what he's doing

"A date? Really?"

"Yeah", I answer, "Why? Am I only allowed to attract stalkery creeps?"

"Oh my god, don't be so dramatic", he rolls his eyes, "I'm just asking. Usually you talk my ear off about a guy you like way before you go on a date with them. You haven't told me about any guy"

"Well it was a surprise", I tell him, "It's with a guy at the coffee shop around the corner of my house. He's always there when I go in and we sort of became acquaintances. He asked me out the other day and I agreed"

"Huh. Doesn't sound like you like him too much"

"I mean I don't know him outside of the coffee shop. He is really cute though. And even if it doesn't work out, at least I'll get laid"

He laughs out loud, "Yeah ok. Great thinking"

I scoff

As if he can be the only one who has one night stands

"So I don't need you to come over. Either he'll be at my house or I'll be at his"

He snorts, "Yeah, good luck with coffee boy protecting you"

I know what he means

Yoongi has gotten into fights before

Like knock out, drag down fights

He's not afraid to be violent when he has to be

He's never started a fight but he's finished many of them, mostly with him winning

So I know he'd be the better person to protect me from this stalker

But he's not my boyfriend and he can't be at my house every night, so that's that

He's taught me how to fight a bit so I'm not completely defenseless

"It's gonna be fine", I assure him

He just shrugs, turning his attention back to the car in front of him

"Hello!", I hear a voice calling from the front room, "Is anyone here?"

"You're up", he says, nodding towards the direction of the room

"Ugh", I groan, turning and heading towards the front desk, him chuckling behind me

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I get out of the shower, wrapping my body and hair in separate towels

Drying off, I go into my room and sit down at my makeup desk, wondering what kind of makeup I should do for my date

I'm a crazy color girl, loving to experiment with bright ass pigments but I'm not sure that's the right course for a first date

I take out my natural palettes, looking them over as I grab my phone to check the time

And see that I have three missed calls

All from the same number

From the guy at the coffee shop, Dae

Pressing redial, I hold the phone to my ear

"Hello?", he picks up, his voice sounding like he's in pain

"Hey Dae. You called me?", I ask, wondering what's wrong

"Yeah. Sorry but I have to cancel tonight"

Fuck

"Oh? Is everything ok?", I ask, as I passive aggressively close my makeup palettes and toss them in the drawer

So much for that

"Uh no actually", he says, wheezing, "I got jumped"

"Wait what?", I gasp, my thoughts immediately going to my stalker

"I don't know who this guy was but as I was throwing the garbage away in the alley behind the coffee shop, he appears and punches me right in the face", he explains, "I fall down and he continues to wail on me, kicking me in the ribs and punching my face. Then he just left"

Oh my fucking God

"He fucking broke my nose and hit me so hard on my face I have to get stitches on my eyebrow. Not to mention the number of bruises I have"

"He broke your nose?", I whisper

"Yeah. I'm in the ER, waiting for the doctor to come fix it"

I'm completely distraught

This could be my stalker

Or it could be someone Dae messed with and wanted revenge

But I'm leaning towards my stalker

"I'm so sorry this happened to you", I apologize

"Yeah me too. Sorry about the date"

"Oh my god, please, don't worry about that! You need to rest"

"Hopefully, we can reschedule?", he asks

"Definitely"

"Great", he replies, "Oh hey, I gotta go. Doctor just walked in"

"Yeah sure. Feel better", I say

We say our goodbyes and hang up

And I immediately call Yoongi

He can come over tonight

Hopefully he's not busy

His phone rings and ring then goes to voicemail

"Fuck", I shout, hanging up

I call him three more times with his phone going straight to voicemail then text him four times

No answer so far

Goddamn it

I get up and walk to my window, closing the blinds and curtains

Guess I'm keeping all the lights on tonight

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Tossing in my bed, I open my eyes

And immediately sit up

My room is dark

I specifically left the lights on when I went to sleep

There's no way they turned on

I didn't get up and the app connected to my light switches is off

Because my phone is on sleep mode

I get chills up my spine, the feel of being watched falling over me

And the terrifying feeling of not being alone

"Hello?", I call softly

No answer

I'm scared to get out of my bed

Pulling the covers up over me, I turn on the small lamp on my night stand

That gives off such a small dull light, most of the room still covered in darkness

Fuck

Bravely, I call out, "I know you're here. Come out"

Movement to my right makes my heart leap in my throat as a figure comes closer

Oh my fuck

Oh God, oh God!

"How did you get in here?", I whisper as he moves to the foot of my bed

I can't see him because firstly the weak light form the lap doesn't fully reach to the end of my king size bed

Fucking had to get the largest bed

Idiot

Secondly, he's completely dressed, no part of his skin exposed

Black jeans, black hoodie zipped up to the neck with that ridiculously huge, deep hood

Even his hands have gloves on them

He really doesn't want me to know who he is

"Who are you? What do you want?"

He tsks, "You know what I want"

His voice is very deep, rough, but it's like he's making it that way, to distort it so I can't recognize it

Which I can't but that might also be because I'm terrified

"No I don't", I answer meekly

He scoffs, "You know what I want"

I hesitate, biting my lip before I answer, "Me"

He nods

"Look, I don't....this isn't a way to get me if that's what you want", I babble, "It's actually really scary"

"You're already mine", he says, which honestly, annoys me

"Uh, no I'm not"

He crosses his arms, "You put on that little show for me last night. You're mine. And you have the audacity to think you can go out with another man?"

Oh shit

"I don't think so"

"You....you beat up Dae"

"He thought he could have what's mine. He thought wrong"

"I'm not yours you psycho! I don't know you!"

He stays silent, power radiating off of him and I shrink back in my bed

Maybe calling a violent stalker a psycho is not the way to go here

After literally five minutes of silence, he says, "That performance last night. Felt good?"

I blink in surprise, "Uh what?"

"When you fingered your pussy, did it feel good?"

I'm completely stunned he's asking me this but it's best to play along

Maybe he'll leave if I do

"Uh yes"

He's silent for another minute, driving me insane

I can't with all the quiet

I can feel his eyes tearing into me even if I can't see them

"I could do it better"

My mouth drops in utter shock

"Excuse me"

"I can make you feel better"

This is fucking insane

Like really

"I'll show you"

"Uh, no thanks. Really you don't have to", I say, thinking how I can get away

Before I can comprehend what's happening, he's grabbing my legs, pulling them out from under me and dragging me to the foot of the bed

"I didn't give you a choice"

And while I am scared, a spark of arousal hits my body

No, fuck, what's wrong with me?

His hands are pushing my lingerie dress up and my body reacts

I start to move, squirming, trying to move back up the bed

"Stop", he commands and for some utterly stupid reason, my body does

His hands pull my panties down and off and fuck me, I get wet

While I don't want this, I really do at the same time

And I realize I'm just as fucked up as he is

He opens my legs, his head down and I can only assume he's looking at my cunt

Which is getting wetter by the second

Why I'm so turned on I don't know, but it's shameful

I watch him kneel down, my heart pounding

Something wet moves up my cunt, sending pleasure hurtling up my spine

His tongue

It's his tongue

He licks up again, my body shaking in pleasure, a soft moan coming from my mouth

"Look at you, lying to me. Your pussy is already wet before I even licked you. You want this"

It's completely and utterly screwed up but after that taste of his tongue, I want it

He licks again, so slowly, between my pussy lips and ends with flicking my clit

This time a huge moan rips from my lips

It's like that's all he needed because he pushes his face into my cunt, licking and eating like he starving, throwing me into so much fucking pleasure

"Look at you, making a mess on my face", he growls between licks

I lift my head, looking down between my legs

I can't see any of him, that hood covering everything, even my pussy from my view

But somehow that makes it even more hotter

As he swirls his tongue around my clit, I feel his fingers, sinking into my hole

"Fuck", I cry, shaking, realizing that he took his glove off, his bare fingers in my pussy

And that just makes my hole clench tightly around them

"Hmm, such a desperate pussy", he laughs darkly, pulling his fingers out, "You can't have my fingers yet"

I whine, which just makes him laugh more

I feel his fingers spread my pussy lips open, his tongue diving into my hole, licking inside

And my cunt closes around his tongue, squeezing it in bliss

"Oh fuck", I whimper

"Hmm seems you want to be tongue fucked"

I breath hard, not knowing what I want, just knowing that I want to feel that again

"Do you want that?"

I nod, biting my tongue

This is so wrong but....I kinda invited this on to myself

When I teased him

Yoongi was right

What did I think was going to happen?

"Then ask me to do it"

It seems like he wants to please me but he won't until I ask him too

Making me confront my pervertedness

But I'm so fucking horny, I want it

I can pretend it's the guy I want it to be between my legs

I can imagine him while having this stranger eat my cunt

I'm so fucked up

"Please", I whisper, my body on fire, "Tongue fuck me"

His tongue resumes moving into my pussy, in and out, making me water his face

I hear him swallowing my creamy juice, his tongue making lewd wet sounds as I'm fucked with it

But fuck do I like hearing those sounds

I lay my head back, closing my eyes, imagining him between my legs

Imagining it's his tongue moving inside me

The one man I've always wanted

His tongue slides up, flicking my clit, my whole body shuddering uncontrollably

He licks again, making me cry out

"Ask me"

"Lick my clit", I moan, "Please. Lick it, suck it, just do something"

I feel his mouth suck my clit in, suckling softly on my swollen bump, sending fire through every vein

"Oh my god yes", I cry, my hands gripping the sheets under me so hard my fingers hurt

He grips my thighs, spreading my legs wide open, his mouth doing wonders on my clit

"You taste so fucking good", he growls between slurps, "Just like I knew you would"

I whimper, lost in the pleasure, his face in my head

"Could drink from this pussy forever"

Tears prick my eyes from the overwhelming bliss

"I could make you cum"

"Yes", I whine

"Ask me"

"Make me cum. Please make me cum!"

His mouth attaches to my clit, the tip of his tongue against it and he sucks harshly

My body arches off the bed, crying for some release

My orgasm is so close, I can feel it

He slurps around my clit a few more times throwing me into complete and utter ecstasy

"Yes!", I cry, tears falling as I ride the tsunami of pleasure

I sob hard at how fucking good it feels to have him suck me though my orgasm

No one's done that before

The idiot guys usually stop as soon as I cum, thinking I don't need anything else to keep going

Not this guys though

His mouth keeps at it until the pleasure fades and my body relaxes

His tongue drops down, licking rapidly, swallowing and I realize he's eating my cum

"So fucking sweet", he grunts, "Sweet sweet pussy"

"Oh God", I whimper, still turned on, the fire still burning inside me

"My fucking favorite"

When he finishes lapping up my cum, his mouth reattaches to my clit, sucking rapidly

"Yes, yes", I moan, my hands twisting the sheets

"You can have my fingers now", he informs me

"Yes. Fuck yes, please, put your fingers in my pussy. Fuck me with your fingers"

He chuckles, "You're learning"

Then his fingers plunge into my hole

His remark makes me realize that I asked him to finger fuck me, without him telling me to ask him

Fuck, it's like he's training me already

His tongue gives me barely there licks to my clit, ghosting over my throbbing bump as his fingers do the opposite and drive hard into my pussy

His fingers hit my spot, the pleasure fucking blinding as I moan and arch my back

My eyes flood with tears at the sheer euphoria

I move my hips down, fucking down on his fingers as he slides them back in, squeezing them tightly, creaming his hand

And right now, nothing is in my head except the need to cum

He wraps his lips around my clit, suckling softly, throwing more bliss into the mix

I fuck his fingers, my hips not stopping, shivers running up my spine every time he hits my spot

I can hear the wet sound of my cunt taking his fingers, it driving me nuts

"Please suck faster", I cry, tears streaming down my face, "Harder"

He obliges, his mouth now changing to a harsh slurp

And that's just what I need to get closer

"Gonna squirt for me?", he growls, his mouth sucking hard, his fingers fucking into me even harder than before

"I don't....I never"

"Never squirted?"

I shake my head, crying out, "No!", my mind turning off

"I'll make you squirt"

And I have no doubt that he will

"Please", I whimper, begging for I don't even know what, "I'm gonna cum. Please more"

His fingers bury in my cunt, the tips rubbing my spot as his mouth goes crazy on my clit

Stars burst in my vision as I'm hurtled over the edge, the orgasm feeling like I'm out of my body

I've never felt such intense incredible ecstasy before

I feel myself squirting, his fingers leaving me and instead rubbing my clit

I feel sucking on my pussy, around my hole and I realize he's swallowing my squirt

And moaning while he's doing it

While I'm just a screaming mess, my hips fucking into his face as his tongue slides back in

I clench around it desperately, fucking down on it as the pleasure extends

He keeps his tongue inside me as I come down from the bliss, his fingers slowing down their rubbing on my clit until he stops

I melt in the bed, my whole body feeling like jelly

And that's when he slowly pulls his tongue out of me

I shiver when its out, then shake again when he licks me, cleaning up my pussy

Then he stands and I hear the sound of his belt opening

"Told you I'd do it better"

He was right

But still, fuck him

He moves to stand near my head, grabbing my face and turning it towards him

"Open your mouth", he growls, his cock exposed

I look at it, gaping at how fucking huge that thing is

I've never seen a dick that big, that fucking thick before

And my mouth has never watered at seeing a cock before

"Open", he demands

I open my mouth willingly like an idiot, his cock entering, pushing in until my mouth is full to the brim

"Suck", he says raggedly

I listen, my mouth immediately sucking on this enormous cock

Fuck, it's like he's too big

Nevertheless I suck as best I can, ignoring the fact that I want to please this creep

"Look at my little slut", he groans, "Sucking desperately on my cock the second it's in your mouth"

I glare at him but I can't see anything with that stupid hoodie on him

He probably also has a mask on too, the bastard

If he's covering his hands then I suspect he's not taking any chances with his face either

"Don't look at me like that", he snaps, "You're sucking on me like my cock is the best tasting lollipop in the world"

I mean yes I am

But still

Fuck him

"And you still keep going even when I insult you", he chuckles darkly, "So tell me again how you're not my slut"

I close my eyes, anger filling me but still, I suck his cock

It's like I can't help it, my mouth has a mind of its own

And he's right

I really like sucking dick

Always have

And right now I want this creep to feel pleasure like I felt when he ate me out

I want him to feel like he's losing control

"Stop", he orders, pulling his dick back a bit, "Keep your mouth open"

I slacken my jaw, keeping my mouth open, wondering but also knowing what he's going to do

Suddenly I'm choking as his cock slides all the way in, buried to the hilt

Tears spring to my eyes as I try to control the gagging

"Fuck, sounds so pretty", he murmurs, pulling his cock back, letting me breathe

Then it's shoved back in, down my throat, my mouth so full of cock

His hips begin to move, fucking his cock in and out of my mouth, bottoming out each move

His fingers grip my hair, keeping me in place, my throat making a wet sound every thrust

I choke every few strokes, tears blinding me as they stream down my face

My head feels like it's filled with cotton and I just let him use me

His free hand reaches down, sliding into my lingerie dress, wrapping around my tit, pulling it free

His fingers are pinching and rolling my nipple, pleasure sparking again, a soft moan coming from my lips

"Aww is my whore horny again?", he murmurs

He moves his hands behind his back for a brief second, then lays down something next to my head

His glove

I feel his hand move my dress up, moving between my legs

His gloved hand fists my hair, making me look up at the blackness where his face should be

"Spread your legs"

I do willingly, curse myself out in my head at how pathetic I am

A promise of an orgasm and my legs are wide open

He laughs slowly, his fingers slotting back in my pussy

And my cunt clenches on them immediately, sucking on them

"Wanted me back so bad huh", he groans, resuming his fucking of my throat

This time pleasure seizes my body as he moves his fingers in and out, pressing on my spot hard, his thumb pressing circles into my clit

I moan loudly around his cock, my pussy getting embarrassedly wet

"Fuck, look at your pussy crying for me", he murmurs, "Such a pleasure whore. I can't even get an orgasm without giving you one. Slut"

I nod, moaning, feeling his thick cock in my throat, his fingers in my soaked pussy, his thumb in my clit

I'm in so much pleasure, it's stupid

"You better hurry up", he warns, "I'm stopping when I cum whether you have or not. And I'm close"

I know he is

I can feel his cock throbbing in my mouth

And like a slut I desperately suck on his cock as much as I can as he pummels my throat

My orgasm is right there, I just need a little more

"You're going to swallow all my cum, understand?", he growls

I just nod because I figured I'd have to

"Good girl"

He thrusts a few more times, then slides my head down, holding me on his whole shaft, cum bursting in my mouth

"Swallow", he grunts

I do, so fucking thrown at how good he tastes

And that is just what I needed to set off my orgasm

His fingers hit in my cunt hard, stars exploding in my vision as ecstasy washes over me

I scream, sucking on his cock, swallowing his cum as I cum around his fingers, my pussy pulsing hard, my body shaking

My god, he cums so much, the yummy thick liquid sliding down my throat so easily

We both finish at the same time, his fingers resting inside me while I softly suck on his dick

"I'm gonna need my cock back", he says

Embarrassingly, I stop sucking and open my mouth, his cock leaving, going right in his pants before I can see anything

He slowly pulls his fingers out, my pussy sucking on them, wanting to keep them inside me

"Need these too", he murmurs, finally pulling his fingers out

He immediately moves his hand into his hood, where his mouth is, sucking me off them while groaning about how good I taste

Then he's fixing his belt and my body sinks into the bed, realizing how tired and sore I am

I close my eyes, breathing in, wondering what he's going to do now

To my utter surprise, I feel my blanket moving over me, tucking me in

"Sweet dreams baby girl", he whispers

I feel something soft against my cheek and am startled to realize that he kissed me

It's gone almost as soon as it's there, then I hear his footsteps fading away

And I fall fast asleep

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The next day

"Where the fuck were you?", I growl at Yoongi

He looks up from the car he's working on

"Uh what?"

"Where were you last night? I called you and texted you but you never answered me back!"

I woke up today, so sore

And when I got up from bed, my sheets were soaked and stained with cum

And I realized that last night wasn't a dream

I had oral sex with my stalker

A lot of it

I'm so horrified with myself, appalled that I let it go that far

Ashamed that I wanted it, that my body reacted so positively towards him

I should of yelled, screamed, called the cops, hit him with something but instead I let him eat my cunt

There were so many times I could of incapacitated him but I didn't because I was in too much pleasure and wanted it to keep going

And then I feel asleep like an idiot

I don't know what to do

I can't report it because I consented to it

The second he licked me, I folded like a cheap lawn chair

I just have to make sure it never happens again

I need to make sure he doesn't get in again

Yoongi's eyebrow raises, "I was at a club with Hobi and Namjoon"

"A club?", I shout

He looks at me like I'm insane

I feel insane

"Uh yea. What did you think you were the only one who wanted to get laid last night?"

How does he know what happened?

"How do you know I wanted that?", I snap

"Because you told me?", he answers confused, "You said you'd let coffee boy fuck you"

Oh shit

I completely forgot I told him that

And I realize he still thinks I went on the date last night

"Is everything ok? Did you forget to take your crazy pills today?"

"Har har, very funny", I roll my eyes

"Seriously, what's going on?", he asks, a worried look on his face, "Why did you call me?"

I proceed to tell Yoongi about the cancelled date and why it was called off"

"He was jumped?", Yoongi gapes, "By who?"

"He doesn't know ", I say slowly, "But I think it's..."

"Your stalker", he says flatly

"Uh yes"

"You need to call the cops on that freak"

"And tell them what? I think a guy is watching me? I think he beat up my date last night?", I exclaim, "I have no proof!"

Well, no proof I'm willing to give

"Tell them you have a stalker"

"No. They'll just say they can't do anything until he does something"

"Did he do something?", Yoongi asks, staring hard at me, "Did anything happen last night?"

I definitely can't tell Yoongi what happened last night

He'll flip out

He'll worry

And I don't want him to get hurt

"No nothing happened", I lie

"Joanne! Don't lie to me!"

"Nothing happened. I just felt creeped out and the feeling of being watched was stronger", I answer, "I called you to come over and hang. Spend the night to uh....well....protect me"

His eyebrows fly up, "Fuck, I'm sorry. I thought you were on a date"

"It's ok", I answer

It's not his fault

"I'll come over tonight", he says

I shake my head, "No Yoongi"

"Why not?", he asks, upset, "Maybe if he sees me, he'll know you have a guy around and he'll back off"

Or he could attack

"I don't want you to get hurt. He already beat up someone, allegedly"

I know he did because he told me

No one else knows that

"Please Joanne, I'm not scared of him", Yoongi scoffs, "I'm coming over"

"Yoongi-"

"Don't Yoongi me", he cuts me off, "I'm coming, you'll let me and you'll have fun hanging out with me"

I chuckle, "Will I?"

He scoffs, "Of course. I'm fun"

"The life of the party", I quip

"Don't get cute", he warns

"Ok ok"

"Seriously Jo", he says, "I'll keep you safe ok?"

I nod, knowing he will

He's always protected me since we were kids

"Thanks Yoongi"

"Of course", he answers, "Now that that's settled, back to work"

He points to the front desk and I roll my eyes but smile as I turn and walk to my designated area

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Nora: You know, between Bleiss and Bluby, I'm pretty happy I'm an only child! Wouldn't want a Dark Version of Myself creeping up on me! You don't have a dark twin, do you Fearless Leader?

Jaune: What? Me? NO! HAHAHAH! I Only have Seven Sisters! Nothing about a Half-Sibling AT ALL!

Nora: ... Who said anything about a Half Sibling?

The door breaks open as someone kicks it in. They are a Young man, half an inch taller than Jaune with short, feathery, Jet black hair. He wear a thick, black Leather jacket, Jeans, Heeled boots, and Aviators with a gunmetal scarf around his neck.

???: *swaggering up to and hooking an arm around Jaune* Well Well Well Golden Boy~ Lookin' good for a runt~

Jaune: *removing the man's arm* ... Dawne. How have you been?

Dawne: What? No Love for the Brother, Lil' Bro?

Jaune: You are not even an hour Older than me! And you're not my brother!

Dawne: You're dad and my dad are one in the same~ Just Chill Shortstop!

Jaune: gods give me patience.

Dawne: What? That confident in your strength? And you say I have an Ego!

Jaune: If the gods gave me Strength, you'd be in the hospital.

Dawne: Ah Man, Don't be like that! 'Sides, a little birdie told me you're in a with a lot of hot broads~

Jaune: ... Dawne, listen to me, and listen to me well.

Jaune: If you do anything to my friends that they don't like, they will only get the chance to kill you if I don't end you first.

Dawne: ...

Dawne: *Looking over his sunglasses, dark brown eyes shining* Damn. You're serious.

Dawne: Fine. Your friends are off limits. That list can't be too long.

Nora: Uh, Hi, Hello! he's not lying, Most of us will break your legs if you try anything! Who are you and why are you here?

Dawne: I'm-

Jaune: This is Dawne Angeles, My half brother. My parents had a threesome, and nine months later the two of us were born to separate mothers. He's been a pain in my butt my whole life. As for why he's here ...

Jaune: Why are you here?

Dawne: Transferred from Haven! The other half of my team should be here Soon~

Jaune: Other half?

???: Hello.

J+N: AH!

A young woman with shoulder length teal hair, roughly Nora's height gingerly steps in. She's wearing a full, fancy, modest (In terms of visible skin) Victorian maid's outfit. The long skirt swished just enough to see the high heels she wore.

???: *curtsying* My apologies for frightening you. My name is Eren Jötunn.

Eren: I am the second of our team, and I would like to apologize for the roughness my teammate is displaying and speaking with, though i have been told that that is often how sibling treat each other, in which case you may ignore my apology.

Eren: Mister Angeles, please join me in the walk to the Airship Docks. I'm certain our Partners will be here shortly.

Dawne: Hey frostbite, we don't need to worry, They'll send us a message-

Eren: *Stamps the ground, standing tall* Mister Angeles, I would suggest That you join me in the walk to the Airship docks.

Dawne: ... *sigh* Fine. *pats Jaune on the shoulder* See you 'round, golden boy.

Jaune: Yeah, Yeah, Whatever.

Jaune: I'm glad that maid-girl swung by. She seems chill.

Jaune: Nora?

Nora: She Looked like my mom.

Jaune: What?

Nora: I- I look like my mom, but she looks like my mom too.

Jaune: ... Oh Crabapples.

~~~~~

Dawne has a Greatsword-Battlerifle called "Horizon Line", and Eren fights with a Longbow, coating her Arrows in dust, and a Shortsword on her side.

Eren's Semblance "Thermal Dynamo" Allows her to suck the heat out of air (or thing she's touching) and use it to boost her combat prowess. This is extremely taxing and makes the air around her much, MUCH Colder.

I have no ideas for the other half of Anti-Jnpr.

[calypso-apologist]

nsfw alphabet circe please? (also your profile is sooo pretty to look at)

awww, thank you!! <333 i do not feel confident bout this one lads

Circe NSFW Alphabet ♡

Template by @/the-coldest-goodbye.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She's incredibly sweet afterwards, cupping your cheeks and rubbing them with her thumbs lovingly. Whispering sweet words of reassurance of just how well you did. Letting you cuddle up to her as her nymphs bring you some (non-magical) snacks and drinks.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hers? Hair. She likes that it's long and that it can hide you both when she's above you. It adds to the intimacy of it all, creating a curtain between you and the world.

Yours? Shoulders. Not for any sexual reasons, she just likes leaving small kisses on your shoulders and then gently pushing you to lay down with her hand on your shoulder. It's a little sign of reassurance between you two.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It's a very specific process to make her cum that she has to teach you or you probably won't figure out exactly what she likes. Similarly to other goddesses, it's somewhat pearly in color. Not very thick.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You never learn this unless on complete accident, but her neck is incredibly sensitive. If you ever get to be in control for long enough to kiss (or even nibble on) her neck, she'll let out very sweet, slightly pathetic mewls. She will not acknowledge it if you ever bring it up.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She definitely knows what she's doing, but you never really learn just how much experience she truly has. She doesn't really talk about it and will dismiss you if you try asking too many questions.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Either fingering you while you're on her lap or riding your face. Depends on whose pleasure she's focusing on right now.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She's somewhat serious, but not against being a little silly. And by serious I mean she's more focused on pleasing and touching you rather than making jokes. But if it helps you relax, she'll adapt.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Relatively bushy, only occasionally cut so it doesn't get too wild for her liking. Darker than her hair, but not dark enough to be confused for black.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Intimate, loving, but also she can't resist teasing you at least a little bit.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The most I see from her in this regard is putting on a show to her darling. Doesn't seem like the type to do it just because.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She doesn't really strike me as kinky. She has preferences, yes, ones she's very clear about, but it just... doesn't feel like it's enough to qualify as a proper kink?

The closest thing I can think of is a slight hand kink, but I don't know if that counts if it's about the sight of her own hands on your body.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed. She likes to keep it classy. But she's not against doing it in some nice secluded area on her island, as long as she's sure you two are completely alone.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

She loves it when you get whiny and pouty. It just makes her want to mess with you so much! And you know, one thing leads to another and suddenly you're in bed together.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Circe is a very proud woman, she won't stand for anything that insults her in any way. So if you're gonna try to bring up degradation or anything that might put her in a compromised position, it's an immediate, hard no. She won't degrade you either, viewing it as insulting her lover, and by proxy, her.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Definitely prefers receiving. She likes to ride your face, I'm pretty sure I mentioned it somewhere already (I don't write the letters in order so I don't remember where, but I'm sure I did).

Mostly neutral on giving, but she does prefer to use her mouth on a cunt. She's very good with her mouth, but getting her to actually give oral is such a rarity, it feels almost like some sort of a blessing whenever you feel her mouth on your most intimate areas.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual, but has a very mean habit of edging you with just how featherlight her touch can sometimes become.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan. She won't exactly refuse them, but she makes it clear she prefers to have proper sex instead. And she will get you in bed to properly share her preferences later.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not really. She's willing to try some new things if they sound interesting enough, but it's not something she does often. I'd say she only agrees to try about 15% of the kinks you might bring up.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

See, the thing is, it doesn't really matter how long she can last, since it's about you most of the time. Usually the orgasm ratio is around 3:1, with you getting more, of course.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I can see her creating a magical cock/strap sans undertale style. I hope I brought back trauma to at least one person by mentioning that. You're welcome.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Annoyingly unfair. She's the puppeteer and she's not letting you forget about that. Circe seems to me to have the clothed dom, naked sub dynamic in sex, if that helps you understand.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She's not very loud most of the time, but when she does make noises, it's quite literally music to your ears. Mostly because her moans sound almost like she is singing. It's beautiful.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Actually, I'm replacing this one with a song I associate with the character for no reason at all. Because nobody said the headcanon has to be about sex.

Alice's Tango (You Will Be Mine) by Chi-Chi

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Pale pink color? man idk can we replace this section with a random fnaf headcanon or something please?

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Circe doesn't really trike me as a very horny person. She's more of a "oh, you wanna?" type of gal. If she decides she's in the mood, she goes with it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Around fifteen minutes after she's made sure you're perfectly comfortable sleeping in her arms.

[catscoollike]

Future chapter discussion, Now with 10% more Catti and Jockington!

(CW / snow grave discussion)

I haven't gone on one of these rambling tirades in a long time. But I kinda fell out of deltarune for awhile. But chapters 3 and 4 are coming out real soon! So I have a reason to playthrough this 9 hour beast again!

Now I know chapter 3 is the one that's more reasonable to be excited for since it's the next one. But come on, look whose post you're reading. I'm gonna be hyped about the chapter with Catti in it. And that's all but confirmed right? You could say it could be another solo Kris and Susie chapter but this image on steam kinda gives it away for me:

That's chapter 4, it has the same floor pattern from the confirmed chapter 4 segments in the trailer. And it's referencing Jockington. And besides a single room in chapter 2. Lightners are only mentioned by name if they're actually there.

Like there wasn't a point in chapter 1 where the Top chef mentions Snowy or something. There is that one time where Ralsei shows that he knows where the empty classroom is in the light world, but Ralsei is probably the exception since he's just weird with stuff like that already.

continued under the cut:

Not to brag, but I actually thought chapter 4 would be the J/C chapter for a long time. I mean if it's going to be the church, then you gotta have the goth girl show up. It's right there. Although I don't know realistically why the two of them are going to be there.

So what is that going to be like? Besides awesome.

It's impossible to know for certain what's going down in chapter 4 since it takes place after the events of a chapter already we know nothing about. We don't know why there's a dark world in the church, if it wasn't opened by the knight then it could have been opened by Alvin, and assuming that this isn't the chapter where the entire town discovers that dark worlds are a thing, there probably isn't a sermon that day.

It's safe to believe that Susie's tactic of making everyone think that the dark worlds aren't real so this stays a thing between her and Kris, isn't going to work on J/C at all. Catti's into the occult, if there would be anyone to believe about some secret underworld it would be her.

I won't use her chapter 2 dialog about Noelle as evidence that Catti already knows that they exist since it's just a gag about her way of talking.

Short sentences, long pauses...

Only the most important details. Scattered between metaphors.

A poet's intent. Lost by the listener's own beliefs...

Search for meaning... At you're own risk.

She does weirdly over correct herself after mentioning Noelle walking among the dark. Like she said something she shouldn't have.

Maybe Kris gave her a weird look after she said to protect Noelle from the dark, and she's just clarifying. I don't this is anything more then a joke.

The two of them don't seem to tag along with you for that long, because in the... One screenshot we have of gameplay after the presumed opening with Kris and Susie before Ralsei appears. They are nowhere to be found.

There could be a segment similar to chapter 2 where Ralsei and Susie leave Kris alone, and Catti and Jockington would take their places. Catti also really doesn't like Susie, to the point where Susie doesn't even want to be around her, she doesn't have that reaction with anyone else by the way. So that's probably why she isn't around in that screenshot.

Maybe Catti and Susie could grow to be friends in chapter 4? Or at least not hate each other. Depends on what history is there. Catti and Kris were friends, maybe she tried standing up for Kris? That's probably not in character for her at all, and we still don't really know how close Kris and Catti were. "Don't die.", we at least know Catti doesn't want Kris to die. And they studied the occult together. That's about it.

They could also be in antagonistic roles like Berdly and Susie were in their chapters. Maybe Jockington sides with the bad guy. Why? Maybe Jockington is really religious, probably not.

I use Jockington as an example because I can't see Catti willingly siding with the antagonist unless the chapter is more occult themed then just basic religious stuff. But Jockington is pure of heart so I can't imagine him being evil either. Maybe he thinks he's doing the right thing, but he's Jockington so he's completely wrong. Jockington gives strong Lancer vibes in their types of villainy.

So ever since chapter 2 any discussion about future chapters has a certain subject loom over it like a storm cloud. You know it, you might like it. The weird route. Will Chapter 4 have a weird route.

Probably not.

I could type all sorts of hypothetical situations to how the chapter's guest characters could turn to murder and how that's based in small plot details from already obscure characters. But I think a lot of people miss the point of the route.

The weird route isn't about brainwashing your friends into killing people. It's about the player getting desperate for control.

Deltarune isn't shy about telling you that you have no control over what happens in it's story. It's on the steam page, the second voice in the intro tells you that nobody can choose who they are in this world, and Susie tells you your choices don't matter shortly after that.

I think Susie represents this idea a lot actually. Time and time again you are shown that you can't control what Susie does. In chapter 1 she fights without you telling her to. You spend her entire fight against Lancer desperately trying to knock her down so she doesn't kill him. In chapter 2 she wills Ralsei and herself into having ACTs because she's getting upset with the sweet cap'n cakes fight taking too long. And anytime there's a dialog choice with her, you can pick anything you want but nothing actually changes.

And it looks like there's gonna be a rhythm game segment in chapter 3, and would you look at that. you can't control her there either.

I think Noelle is supposed to be Susie's opposite here. Her own desire/lack of control is a running theme with her. There are a lot of things in her life that she can't control, so she clings onto what she can. She likes being in situations where she's scared, but still has enough control to get away at anytime.

It's why she has the courage to talk to Susie in the Farris wheel at all, it's still scary, but she believes that she's dreaming and can wake up anytime, nothing she said will matter.

Noelle also is into looking for glitches in video games, pushing them as far as they go until they break, finding things in a game's world that should be impossible. And through you doing the same thing in the weird route, you don't allow Noelle to go through her intended character arc. She stays a pushover the whole time and does everything you tell her to do, the thorn ring probably helped a lot here too. When the player calls out to her in Spamton's fight she's drawn to it like a magnet, and instantly follows the player's orders. She gets the route where you can actually change what happens. It's fucked up, but you made your choices matter through any means possible.

This is also my explanation for why I think [Hyperlink Blocked] is the word "choices" being censored. "YOU AND THAT [Hochi Mama], YOU'VE BEEN MAKING CHOICES". If he ever said the word choices without getting censored please let me know.

You have no control over Susie, and you have way too much over Noelle

And while we will see if chapters 3 and 4 have weird routes. I think thematically it fits for this route to be more Noelle centric. It requires less mental gymnastics to justify Noelle being special with her connections to the game's central theme and her inability to stand her ground against the player. Then trying to justify how Toriel and Catti, people with much stronger wills and little to no connections to the theme of control, will start killing people because Kris said so.

But then again, before chapter 2 came out If you told me you could convince Noelle to kill people with a magic ring and enough persuasion, because the game's theme says so. I wouldn't believe you, So I don't know.

I guess... Catti thinks her family isn't goth enough and uh... Can't control that... Oh and Toriel... She's... divorced... yeah... Doesn't really hit the same as Noelle's missing sister and terminally ill dad. Maybe we just don't know enough about them yet. And this route is all about going against what should be possible, so you all can point and laugh if I'm wrong. I at least know that I'm right about friend inside me absolutely not being a thing that's going to happen... I hope...

Also, I don't know if we're seeing Papyrus in this update. This screenshot of Sans correcting you about something doesn't inspire confidence.

I swear this is all set up for the ultimate joke that deltarune's Papyrus is a baby or something and Sans is acting the way he is because, "What do you mean you want to meet my baby brother, fuck off. Come back tomorrow". It would explain why Papyrus knows what green grass is but not the sun. He was a baby the last time he saw the surface.

[the-catmans-offical-2]

The offical art when it comes to Ed and Wrath are few and far between. However, there's some things I've noticed and would like to share!

Wrath, as a human, would have blue eyes - while this is something we pretty much already knew just by watching eps 28 through 30, if you look at Ed's eye color then you'll realize that they're very close to being inverses of each other!

Also Wrath is cool colors (Blues and greens, blacks and purples) whereas Ed is warm colors (Yellows and reds, whites and oranges). I think that's another contrast or inverse between them to show who they are as characters - with Wrath being a homunculus he is colder colors like the tones of a dead body or just generally not something alive, while Ed has warmer colors like a living human would.

There's more differences between them! Wrath's iris shape is (in the picture and originally) more circular than Ed's - who's is more ovular. Wrath also has slightly larger eyes than Ed, giving him a bit of more childlike appearance though his facial shape keeps him appearing as though he is of similar age to Ed. (I remember reading somewhere once, and please correct me if I am wrong but I personally believe this greatly, that Wrath was made with the goal kept in mind that he'd be an opponent to Ed of similar age and similar in other ways as well.) Wrath also has sharp teeth whilst Ed has dull flat ones - oddly enough Wrath's ears are pointed slightly and Ed's ears are rounded, furthermore giving the visual feel that Wrath isn't human. He must appear rather uncanny to Edward or to any human - same with the homunculi in general - because he looks human but with subtle things that make him... Off.

Wrath is all smilely too, whereas Ed looks more serious or weary; Showing off Wrath's inital innocence (which stays there throughout the series until he was betrayed by Dante and Envy, and I will fight anyone on that) and Ed's lingering distrust for Wrath. Fun fact, in CoS he seems to trust Wrath more even though the two never see each other again. Oh, they're gonna be the end of me. ED FUCKING ACTED LIKE HE KNEW WHAT WRATH WOULD WANT, which leads me to believe they had a talk or just SOMETHING during ep 51 that was cut out.

I have no idea what this image is from so please let me know if anyone knows! I've been curious for a while.

Anyway, Wrath:) He's poking out from behind Ed, and there's more things to point out between them!

Wrath is wearing dark clothes whereas Ed's wearing light ones. Like usual, Wrath's hair is down and messy while Ed's is up and neat. This is the offical art that made me realize that Ed has longer, thinner eyebrows than Wrath - who has thicker ones!

Also Wrath seems to be staring directly at Ed, but I personally can't read his expression as anything? Maybe curiosity? I'm not good with reading facial expressions lmao.

I only added this one bc WRATH LOOKS SO SILLY WHO THE FUCK PUT HIM IN A LIL SUIT??? HOW THE FUCK DID SOMEONE PUT HIM IN A SUIT???

I'm looking for a clearer image for this so I may update this post at some point to put the clearer one there if I find it!

Anyway so Wrath and Edward are standing back to back. They have a slight height difference with Wrath as the shorter of the two (I bet Ed is very happy/j)

Ed's expression is more angry or solem while Wrath's is a grin - but both can be said to look angry I'd think.

They both have a hand on their hip (Ed's in his pocket but Wrath doesn't have pockets, L) and the opposite arm resting more languidly at their side. They're both standing straight, Ed's head is tilted slightly downward while Wrath's is tilted up - no one else is shown standing back to back. Only Wrath any Ed. Al is there, standing beside Ed, but Gluttony is standing with his side to Alphonse, and Lust is more off to the side and facing the others rather than with her back to anyone. I think it is to further show that Ed and Wrath are such parallels (and Lust is standing a little to the side, possibly showing how she isn't really obeying anyone but herself - showing how she betrayed Dante and went to help Ed get Al back in exchange for becoming human again; But we know how that played out..)

I'm not really gonna talk about these here, as one of them is simply a scene redraw, and they're more Izumi focused if you look at them - with Izumi appearing somber while Ed looks weary or even fearful, and Wrath is just.. Being a kid. Running and flipping, and then in the redraw fighting Ed and Al.

The same could be said about these!! They aren't really interacting - in the first image Wrath is asleep at a table with the other homunculi, and in the second he does appear to be staring at Ed; But again Ed isn't focused on him.

Probably some of the ONLY FUCKING COS OFFICAL ART I HAVE FOUND with Wrath in it. Wrath and Ed are facing opposite of each other. No one, other than Wrath in the image, is fully facing at a side profile - which at first I thought represented how he had died, but Alfons is there and so is Eckhart.

Ed looks wistful, not angry but not happy. Sad perhaps, which is what he seems to be a lot in CoS. But Wrath, he looks down right angry. Yelling maybe? His mouth is opened wide and showing his sharp teeth, his visable eyebrow furrowed, he looks dirty and tired. Clearly this is during his fight with Gluttony, or. OR, this is just showing what Edward last remembers of Wrath. An angry boy always yelling and violent, but also determined and weak - and this fucks me up because out of EVERYONE in the image, only Wrath is the one Ed never sees again. Except like.. Riza but this aint about her. I love that they're seperated by the margin, representing the Gate kinda - Armestrian characters on one side, 'our world' characters on the other.

Again, this isn't really Ed and Wrath in particular. But I want you all to really look at Wrath. He's licking his Ed arm. In a similar fashion Dante does to Lyra's arm after possessing her body, and basically asking Hoenhiem to.. Yk, fuck. While I definitely don't think Wrath is doing it out of sexual desire or reason (although i do not know his intention), I do believe he's doing it to mimick or copy Dante. Wrath could've seen that she liked Hoenhiem, which is putting it lightly but for the sake of the sake I'll just say she liked him, and then copied her by licking said limb out of liking Ed or desiring his body/limbs. To become human.

Also jfc Envy is buff, go back to being a twink you loser.

Uhh I dunno, I just rambled a lil. Maybe I'll make another post with this? Maybe not, but this is what you get for now!! Use my ask box if you have any questions! :)

[savannahsdeath]

A little req for you!! readers and katniss’s first kiss???

-💫

warnings: none, pure fluff 🫶 reader calls katniss "kat" two times because . yes . also this is v shitty but im tired and uhhhh

she came back from the games two days ago. the emotions are still boiling but you want to spend every second together. she won and you knew what it means - no one can take her away from you now.

you are on the meadow, sitting on the dew covered grass. a dark forest, in which katniss used to hunt, extends on your left. you can hear birds' songs echoing from there.

"i should have brought a blanket." you sigh as your dress uncovers your bare legs, letting the wet green strands tickle your thighs.

"it's okay." katniss chuckles and takes off her jacket. "stand up."

you do as you're told, your skirt waving from the sudden move. she stretches her cloth on the grass and motions for you to sit down on it.

"thank you." you smile and it's probably your first genuine smile since she got reaped. not counting the last two days, of course. you smiled a lot during them.

a minute of comfortable silence passes as you both watch the blue sky in front of you. the dark forest behind you doesn't matter, you only care about what's in front of you. just like in real life, you think. the past is the past. now is the time for the future.

"surprised?" katniss softly asks, as if she's scared to break the silence.

you knit your eyebrows together and tilt your head to look at her. "about what?"

she looks down. "about me coming back."

you can't tell if she's being serious or not, so you take a moment to think, before you burst out laughing. "you can't be serious! katniss, i knew you'll win."

"oh," she smiles, "you believed in me?"

"no, no..." you begin explaining. "i was just— sure. you're really good at playing with people's hearts - the capitol's, the districts', mine..."

"yours?" her eyes widen.

you shrug. "what happened between you and peeta-"

"nothing happened between me and peeta" she shakes her head. "we were just trying to survive."

"really?" you turn your whole body to her and she quickly follows your move.

"really." she giggles. "you thought... me and him...?"

"forget it." you wave your hand, a little embarrassed by your accusation.

no matter how much you didn't want to admit it, you always had a crush on katniss. they way she kept giving you mixed signals didn't help at all - in fact, it felt like your brain melted and she's stirring in your head, mixing your mind. what you thought you once knew stood with a big, question mark now.

and peeta, god, peeta. he was a good guy, you had to admit. funny, nice, smart, clever as hell. yet, you couldn't help but dislike him. hate would be too much, but you felt so, so jealous, you couldn't help but be skeptical. at first, you were sure he will betray her. you waited for this moment, as you knew she would end him with one arrow. but nothing happened. now...

now, sometimes you just wish he would actually end up being an asshole. so the whole panem wouldn't cheer nor applaud for their wedding.

your hair fall down your face. "i wish i was him" you think, snatching a strand of grass and nervously playing with it.

"you wish you would have to fight in the arena?" her eyebrows furrow, a look of pure confusion on her face. she leans in and tucks some of your hair behind your ear, revealing your features.

you realise you thought out loud and she heard your little wish. but at this point, it doesn't even bother you. she should know.

"no, kat." you throw the string away. "i wish we would have our moment."

you expected something bad to happen. maybe she'll think you took things too far and just... run away? she could stand up and leave you there at any moment. could you blame her? maybe she just loves peeta.

but she chuckles, and as you look up at her, she is smiling. you have no idea what's going on, though you can't help but smirk back as you see her so amused.

"what?" you giggle and your gaze drifts downwards.

"nothin', you're just—" she raises one of her arms and taps your chin, making you look back at her. at her lips, to be exact. she keeps herself sitting up by leaning on her free hand, until she moves this one too to cup your face. "we have our fifteen seconds of fame now."

the intensity of her voice makes your whole body tremble, all your emotions falling to the background, as everything that is in the foreground is just you and her. yet you can feel your confusion rise and you manage to huff out a quiet; "isn't it fifteen minutes?"

"well, can you hold your breath for fifteen minutes?" she whispers back.

before you can comprehend whatever she meant by that, you feel her lips press against yours. you instinctively whimper, but the sound get catched in the bridge of your tongues, inaudible to anyone but you two. the birds seem to stop singing, the crickets pause their ticking. she starts gently and carefully, as if to see if you won't pull away. you only bring her closer by her neck, what also forces a soft moan out of her.

eventually katniss breaks the kiss but doesn't pull away, so you can still feel and hear her breath. she closes her parted mouth to gulp before opening them again, while her body slowly moved where it was earlier, about half a meter distance from you.

"kat—" you trail after her, wanting to get more of the feeling.

she tsks and shakes her head. "fifteen seconds, remember?"

✧˖°

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 441: GRWM Dr. J, p2

I spun away from the mirror hanging on my apartment wall in a sudden panic, eyes wide, the door was opening. Oh shit! I looked around wildly for something to hide my fully erect nakedness, but, in my frozen state, all I managed to do was awkwardly cover as much of myself as I could with my hands. With the rhythmic click of high heels entered Lexi, a recent hire, and there was another woman behind her. Katie, bleach blonde and an older friend of Melissa’s. Both were wearing red party dresses. 

There was only the briefest of pregnant pauses as they both walked in only to be greeted by the sight of their naked boss standing dismally before them.“Oh my god Dr. J!!” Lexi exclaimed with a gasp and a stifled laugh, hand shooting up to cover her mouth. My attempt to hide myself was pitiful at best, only serving to make my predicament that much more obvious. Katie, unlike Lexi in front of her, did nothing to stifle her own laughter. 

“Hahahaha wow Dr. J…really happy to see us huh??” Katie laughed, eyeing my obvious erection, which at a thick nine-plus inches looked monstrous on my 4’7” frame. .

Ugh…hadn’t I locked the door?!?

“G-girls no..!” I yelped, blood finally rushing back to my head in my shock and alarm. I was able to find  the couch, and scrambled towards it.  “H-how did y-you get i-???“ Maybe if could hide behind the couch and-

“Nuh uh uh…” Lexi stopped me, stepping between me and the couch and dangling a familiar looking key from her fingertips. “Melissa asked us to come up and make sure you were getting dressed-“

“Which you very obviously aren’t…” Katie added gleefully drinking in my pathetic situation with wide eyes.

“So no hiding little guy, come on, back to the mirror…”

Lexi and Katie both worked together as part of our “marketing and communications department”, but they were not in their office clothes, for sure. Both were dressed for the party in their red dresses, high heels, hair and makeup. Wasting no time they both stood on either and side of me and ushered me back to my cheap, full-length mirror.

“So, you were playing around on your phone, hm..?” Katie chided, standing up straight, on my left.

“Did we catch you looking at naughty pictures,” Lexi concluded, towering over me on my right, “...when you should have been getting dressed, huh?” 

“Is that why you have a boner?”

At just over four-and-a-half feet tall, I was more than a foot shorter than each of these young women. Now, with them in their heels, I was a lot shorter still. My face was barely at boob-height to both of them. And there was boob. A lot of boob.

Katie’s red dress was long, a sheath on her curvy figure that reached down to her knees. It was of this new fashion women were wearing these days, with flesh peeking out through a series of windows down the front, nearly to her navel. It left no doubt as to the volume of her tits and invited the male gaze to imagine all sorts of things. Its clingy fabric also highlighted the size and weight of her enhanced (surgically but, also somehow, otherwise) breasts and - from the reflection I caught of it in the mirror - her well-developed rear. The look was sophisticated, though, high-necked with shoulders and upper arms covered. High heels, huge hoop earrings and hair done up elegantly completed her stylish look...

Lexi’s red dress, on the other hand, was more classic party-girl and exposed quite a bit more skin. Thin spaghetti straps met behind her neck and held up a bodice that plunged deep to show off her own impressive chest. The bit of material that did cover her torso appeared to be some sort of slick velvet, and did nothing to conceal her soft arms, comely shoulders, or attractive back. A slit up the side of the mid-length skirt flaunted a sexy leg up to the hip. She was also in pump heels and hoop earrings, but unlike Katie’s cultured blond bun, Lexi’s long dark hair fell in plush waves down past her shoulders, contrasting her pale complexion. 

Both girls looked at me patiently as I blatantly ogled their figures.

“So, yeah…you’re still naked,” Katie finally stated, highlighting the obvious, “and late. The party’s already started.” 

“I believe we’re going to have to dress him, Katie,” Lexi decided. 

“Yeah but like this? That’s going to be tough. Look at him. He’s, like, 90% boner.”

“Aww, now he’s blushing,” Lexi cooed as I was doing my best to shy away from her eyes. 

“Look at you. You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed…”

“Yeah.” Lexi’s voice softened as her eyes focused on my most impressive feature. “None of the girls downstairs’ll be able to keep their hands off you…”

“That’s if Melissa decides to share you for a minute.”

“Why should we wait?” Lexi suggested, “I think we should take care of him now. It’s what Melissa would want.”

That jolted me back to reality. 

“Really?” Katie questioned, with immaculately arched brow. 

“Oh for sure,” Lexi decided, “Think about it. There’re going to be cameras on him as soon as he walks in. He can’t show up like this. I’ve organized Channel 5 to be here and they won’t be able to use anything they get if he’s…like….” She gestured to my erection.

“w-wait, girls, hold on…” I implored, finally speaking up. 

“Oh hush, Melissa won’t mind,” Lexi tutted me, “Will she, Katie?”

“Haha honestly no,” Katie laughed, “but still we should be getting him downstairs.”

“We can be quick,” Lexi insisted, again indicating my monstrous, engorged manhood. 

“Okay well…you do it,” Katie agreed, replying to Lexi, "I don't want to ruin my makeup.”

Like a schoolgirl told she could be the one to clap the erasers, Lexi’s smile widened as she clapped her hands and crouched alongside me....

“Is that okay, little guy?” she asked, pretending as if I finally had some imprimatur in this situation, “If we clean you out before your big evening?”

‘Clean me out’?? Ugh had it actually come to this? While admittedly I hadn’t had relief all afternoon (half an eternity, for me) I was not going to suffer the ignominy of-

‘Uuurhk!!” I bleated, as immediately Lexi’s soft hand batted mine aside and clasped around my shaft. Stars swam in my vision and I felt my knees nearly buckle. Immediately I realized that despite her asking my permission, I really had no choice in this matter. Still, she asked me again. 

“Does this feel okay, Dr. J?” she cooed, feigning the innocence of a young girl who had no idea what she was doing, even as her hand took its first firm, practiced stroke up my erection.

“Oh, chhhhrist,” I groaned, and started to wobble on my feet. My vision swam again and it was only due to Katie’s hands coming to my shoulders, as she stepped behind me, that I was able to remain standing. 

“Language,” Katie corrected me sternly, capturing my gaze on the mirror.  

“I think he likes it,” Lexi giggled, starting to stroke me, her confident grip around my cock slowly beginning to pump my manhood, “Do you like it? Do you like having us here to empty you out before the big party? So you don’t have to do it yourself, or go downstairs to the ladies with this big, nasty boner?”

My heart was slamming around my chest, and the electricity of an oncoming climax had already gripped my loins, but I was still able to offer a cognizant thought. “I…I don’t know if it’s going to h-help…”

“Oh, what do you mean, little one?” Lexi pouted from her crouch, looking up at me and squeezing her breasts together to bloom them up into a voluptuous swell. The sight nearly made me come right then and there, and - noticing how fully she had my attention - her smile curled. “‘Not going to help’, hm? Am I not doing this right?”

“Yeah Lex I think he means it’ll just come back,” Katie offered, looking over my head at herself in the mirror, primping her bun with one hand, holding me in place with the other, “I hear he can get hard, like, ten seconds later.”

“Well…we still have a job to do, and he’s not going to fit into any pants looking like this.,” Lexi <giggled>, giving her shoulders a little shimmy to make her big, natural breasts wobble. She smiled again at my groan, and now gripped me with two hands. “You know, I’ve heard all about you…about this…” she said, looking into my eyes again with feigned tenderness but squeezing my shaft forcefully, “but it’s the first time I’m seeing it.” Now with both hands secure and soundly on task, she continued to pump me up and down. 

I was speechless - unless the guttural moans blurking from my throat counted as language - and just stood there passively and watched Lexi’s boobs jiggle as she jerked me off. 

Katie, meanwhile, had pulled me back more firmly into her warmth. Though she was the more aloof of the two here, there was strangely something about her body that gravitated me towards her more than Lexi. Did that mean anything? Maybe it did, but, if you would  please excuse me dear reader, at that moment I didn’t have the wherewithal to ponder ‘why?’. With my head pressed back into the blonde’s bosom, I felt her take a deep breath behind me, and it felt right. The supple straps of fabric that ran across her otherwise low-cut bodice were the only things keeping my head from sinking completely between her tits. Her voice came from behind me. “Girl, can’t you do this quicker?”

Not that I was complaining but honestly, yes. After an afternoon of abstinence and with a display of cleavage, Melissa could have had me coming in a near instant. Not that Lexi wasn’t beautiful, or skilled at her task - quite the opposite. Katie was right though; I was somehow managing to exhibit more restraint. 

“Yeah Dr. J are you holding back on me?” Lexi pouted, redoubling her efforts of making her breasts burgeon up out of her bodice. 

“You could let him look at his phone again, at those pictures of Missy, that’ll do it,” Katie offered, indicating the phone I'd been looking at before they entered, which was still, absently, in my right hand, “plus If he nuts while thinking about her we all get a little Bliss.”

My mind shifted back to the many shattering orgasms I’ve had in the past few months, and the visions that came with them. Girls laughing, screaming, and growing. I’d seen the viral video many times, the one that apparently catapulted me into some kind of stardom, but the soul-tearing notion that the girls all grow when Melissa makes me orgasm was still a lot to bear. It was ridiculous, but - the image of Lexi’s bosom expanding right here in front of my eyes, bulging even more lasciviously over the neckline her dress in a spurt  of growth? Or, looking up now at Katie in the mirror behind me and picturing her getting taller, tits pooching in new swells out of the boob windows of her own dress? - nnnngh. 

Katie, as I’d looked up at her, caught my eye again in the reflection and the new curl to her smile seemed to suggest that she knew exactly what I was thinking. “Wouldn’t you like that? Helping us fill our dresses a little better before we go downstairs?” she purred, “Give all the girls already at the party a little thrill, even before you get there?”

“Unnnhhhh..:”

Lexi giggled, watching my apparently adorable consternation. 

“I think you do want to help me fill my dress,” Katie stated, a new strength in the grip she had on my shoulder, “Here, let’s try this…”

At that, from behind me, Katie lifted one of the lower straps of her dress’s front, one which ran just under her breasts and across her sternum, and pulled it up behind my head. She stretched it out above me, and lowered it down past my eyes and over my face. Letting it snap back into place, across my mouth, it pulled my head back firmly into her. 

“UuRk!” I exclaimed, my mouth now full of red spandex like a gag. She had me trapped! Strapped! I looked into the mirror seeing myself wide-eyed strapped to her like a-

“Oh shit Katie that’s hot,” Lexi sighed, the hands she had around my cock suddenly stopped as she marveled at the sight, “it’s like your dress was made for that…”

“I kinda think it was,” the blonde behind me agreed, looking down at my plight in the mirror. She cocked her head, pleased. She reached behind the crown of my head a bit.  “Mm now, how ‘bout this?”

A second strap, now, stretched out and snapped into place, a spandex strip taut across my forehead. I tried to pull away but between the two bridges of stretchy fabric and Katie’s grip on my shoulders I couldn’t move an inch. I felt the bulging swells of Katie’s warm underboob pressing against my ears. Lexi’s laugh, though, was still as clear as day. 

“Omigod Katie, imagine if we brought him down there like this?” she suggested, conjuring up the image of a shrunken, naked geriatrician showing up at a work event strapped to the curvy body of one of his young employees. 

“Wow just think, Dr. J,” Katie mused, biting her lower lip as she pictured it herself. Her body was warming behind me. “If you were just a little smaller, like three feet tall, and I slid you all in, trapped you in there with me.”

“Do it, Katie,” Lexi breathlessly urged, “Put him in that dress with you.”

“No, he’s still too big,” Katie answered, hands sliding possessively down my thin, naked chest to rest on my bare stomach, “and it’d ruin my dress.” She watched as Lexi’s two-handed ministrations began anew, slowly pumping my erection. “But now I definitely want some Bliss from you. Where’s that phone?

I’d dropped it.

“Aww he doesn’t need pictures of Melissa,” Lexi cooed, “he’s got us. I just want to see what it’s like to make this monster explode…and have him watch me as I make him do it.”

As Lexi again shimmied her upper body, drawing my eyes back to her jiggly cleavage, I couldn’t help but notice Katie giving her a funny, pejorative look. Her response was one of obvious disappointment. “Fine, whatever. Just get it done.” 

Katie wanted me thinking about Melissa during my imminent orgasm, where to Lexi that didn’t seem as important. It appeared to be a source of some tension between them. What was the reason here? Did Lexi not care about this ‘Bliss’ they could all share? I had noticed, over the past couple months, how many of the girls talked about it, in whispers if I was around. This ‘Bliss’ was apparently a big deal around the office, but some of the girls had grown from it more than others. Lexi, for example, came to us as a naturally tall, chesty (though, I’d learn this later, not 100% natural) young woman when she was hired. Maybe she and some other new girls had grown an inch or so of height, put on some slight embellishments to their original curves, whereas Katie - and Josie, and Randi, and Shanette and a good group of others had absolutely bloomed. I wouldn’t be surprised if Katie was nearly a half-foot taller than on her first day here and, even though it was Lexi’s hands on me, servicing me, bulging her big boobs for my benefit, my eyes kept drifting up to her. She had my head strapped to her chest, for one thing, but she had a different sort of beauty than Lexi, something more enthralling to me. I took a deep breath and it was Katie’s perfume that filled my rattly chest. There was definitely something - for lack of a better term - more “Melissssy” about her. 

“Maybe just watch me,” Katie suggested, our gazes locking as Lexi continued to pump…my…cock. 

Wh-what just happened?

Against her bigger body I shivered and watched as the blonde took a moment to look in the purse slung over her left shoulder. There had been something in her voice, an eerie energy, and it served to hold my eyes glued to her as she pulled a tube of lipstick out from her bag and popped the top. 

“Or look at my tits…” Lexi posited, shimmying her shoulders again and trying to draw my eye. Was there some sort of battle of wills between these two? Lexi obviously wanted my eyes on her chest, the sight of her jiggling to bring me to climax in her fists. My gaze, though, was now captivated by Katie and whatever it was she was doing. 

It was a red lipstick, lurid red, and I was rapt watching her apply it to her puckered lips high above me. Casually she smeared it over her full m-m-mouth…

“oh g-god…” I was right there, suddenly, ready, thighs and hips flexing and balls tensing up as Katie lowered the lipstick and-

<Pop> Katie puckered and popped her lips, and then in that same weirdling voice as before she told me, simply: “Come.”

“oh g-ggg-“

Suddenly, then, the blonde stepped forward, pressing me with her strong hips to my lower back and her thighs to my own hips. I was squashed forward into the mirror, sandwiched between her and its glass surface. All I could see in it was my own face and Katie’s tits mashed around it while I was still in Lexi’s hands, my shaft and head pushed into the cool mirrorrr andddd…

“NNNNNNGGGgghhhhHHhh….!” 

I had turned my head as much as I could from between Katie’s tits, so that my cheek rather than my nose mashed the mirror. Down between my legs, though, I felt myself explode in Lexi’s hands and onto the glass..

“There you go…” I heard Katie behind me, her larger body leaning into mine from behind, thrusting me into the mirror. She used her strong thighs to fuck me into the wall.

Lexi, for her part, had yelped a bit with Katie’s sudden show of force, but was now laughing. “Holy shit dude look at all this!” she exclaimed, obviously impressed by what was erupting out of me, “Come on, more!”

Her hands, my cock, and the mirror felt slobbered with my stuff; I could feel the briny warmth on my hips and thighs already. Katie still pushed me mercilessly into the glass, and I humped Lexi’s hand and the slick glass surface until…until…

“You got him, Katie?” Lexi asked, as my vision had begun to swim, “He looks a little wobbly…”

“I got him,” she purred, a new huskiness to her voice that belied a deep satisfaction. She supported me from behind, with her body, with her hands, and with the fabric of her dress’ bodice around my face.

I closed my eyes, for a moment, and could almost imagine it was Melissa behind me. My orgasm had waned, and I twitched in its last gasps in Lexi’s grip. It would be so easy to fall asleep again, right here…

When Katie spoke again, her voice was once more one of preternatural command:

“Stay awake for us, Dr. J,” she said, “You’ve got a big night ahead of you…”

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thx to RiF for edits

[elvisbdoll]

Blue moon…

50s!Elvis X Black!OC

Summary: In the 1950s, a forbidden love blossoms between Elvis Presley and a young Black woman, but racism and segregation force them apart. As Elvis is sent to Germany, promises of reunion fade amid growing fame, leaving her alone to face police brutality and heartbreak. Torn between love and reality, she’s left to wonder if their connection could ever survive a divided world.

TW: racism, (it was late 50s) angst, fluff, Elvis being Elvis, colonel, police violence. (pls let me know if you see more)

Blue moon

you saw me standing alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own…

You felt your heart pounding in your chest, the adrenaline pumping in your veins, you looked at the note in your hands looking around to see if anyone had seen you. Slowly you got into the hidden place, your hidden place- special and secret. It was a little dark, but you could see a figure standing there. “Elvis?” you whispered and the figure immediately turned around,walking forward. It was him, a soft playing smile on his lips.

“Darlin’ I’ve been waiting for you…”

His voice was almost a whisper, getting closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I had to run from my parents…they..”

You trailed off, your gaze lowering to the ground.

“Shh I know, I know…”

He soothed, pulling you closer and hugging you. It was like your bodies were made for eachother, fitting together perfectly. You held him for a minute, he was just humming softly, his arms wrapped around you. Only if the world knew… you wanted to be with him, not be separated by others. Not separated by laws and expectations. Elvis didn’t see any skin color, he just saw you. He saw the lovely, compassionate, funny girl that you are. You tried to silence those thoughts, feeling tears prick your eyes. You focused on the only thing that mattered and kept holding him.

You knew just what I was there for

You heard me saying a prayer for,

Someone I really could care for

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“I don’t see the problem?” Elvis said looking into his manager's eyes, “I-I don’t see a skin color… she— she likes me from what I am…” he explained, pacing around the room, running his hands through his hair. His emotions stirring, his expression anguished. . Why couldn’t he just be with her? “My boy… you have broken the segregation laws, it is either the army… or jail.” Colonel Parker advised, and Gladys shook her head “There’s no way that my son it’s going to Germany for two years!”

Elvis slammed his fist onto the piano keys, a discordant crash ringing out in the leaving room. “I don’t care about the law, Colonel!” he snapped, his voice trembling with raw emotion. “She’s the one thing in my life that feels real. The music, the money—it’s nothin’ without her.”

Colonel Parker leaned back in his chair, his calculating gaze locking onto Elvis. “You think the world’s ready for you and her, boy? You’re America’s sweetheart. You get caught with her, you’ll be ruined. And worse, she’ll be in danger.”

—

Blue, blue

Without a love of my own….

Blue moon

The night was humid, the thick air clinging to your skin as you made your way home from the diner. The streets were quieter than usual, the glow of the streetlights barely illuminating the uneven sidewalk beneath your feet. You kept your head down, your bag clutched tightly to your chest.

Then you heard it—the low rumble of an engine behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to know it was a police car.

“Hey there, girl!” a voice called out, sharp and mocking. You stopped in your tracks, your breath hitching. Slowly, you turned to see two white officers stepping out of the car, their faces already twisted with disdain.

“Out pretty late, ain’t you?” one of them said, sauntering toward you. His partner leaned against the car, arms crossed, watching you like a hawk.

“J-just heading home,” you stammered, willing your voice not to shake.

The officer stepped closer, invading your space. “Home, huh? You sure you’re not sneakin’ off to meet someone? Maybe that fancy boy everyone’s been talkin’ about?”

Your heart sank. You knew exactly who he meant. The rumors had spread further than you’d realized. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said quickly, hoping your denial would satisfy them.

But it didn’t.

The officer grabbed your arm, his grip tight and bruising. “Don’t lie to me, girl,” he hissed. “We’ve seen you. Walkin’ around like you don’t know your place.”

“I didn’t do anything!” you cried, trying to pull away, but his hold only tightened.

“Didn’t do anything?” the other officer sneered, finally stepping forward. “You think we don’t know what happens when girls like you get ideas? Thinkin’ you can mix with folks you don’t belong with?”

You struggled harder, panic overtaking you. “Please, just let me go!”

The first officer laughed, a cruel sound that sent a chill down your spine. “You think you can just walk away from this? Nah, we’re gonna teach you a lesson.”

The next moments blurred together—shoving, shouting, and the sharp sting of pavement against your knees as they forced you down. Your cries echoed into the night, but no one came to help.

When they finally let you go, you were left bruised and shaken, your dress torn, your dignity shattered. They drove off with smug grins, leaving you crumpled on the side of the road.

You stumbled home, your legs trembling with each step. Once inside, you collapsed onto your bed, the tears coming in waves as the reality of what had happened sank in.

You heard the soft crackle of the record player as Blue Moon filled the room, Elvis’s voice wrapping around you like a bittersweet memory. A faint smile tugged at your lips, remembering all the times he had sung it just for you. But the warmth of the moment quickly gave way to a sharp ache in your chest. The smile faded, and a quiet sob escaped your lips.

You’d never be with him—not in this life, not in this world.

Blue moon…

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own

Blue moon…

Without a love of my own

Blue moon…

Without a love of my own….

Hiiii! This is my first time writing fanfiction in tumblr, I know it’s a little short, but bare with me I struggled like 4 days to get this done 😭 I hope you guys like it and if you guys like it, I can do a part 2! (If you like to be in the tagged list, please fell free to comment! Love ya!

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[wickermayne]

Between Friends

nsfw! Naruto/Sakura smut oneshot.

Summary: “C’mon, Sakura-chan, lighten up. I mean what’s a little dry humpin’ between friends, yeah?”

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” it came out rushed, right before her pouty lips parted in a low moan, and despite her words, Sakura never stopped straddling him, never tried to stop rolling her hips against him. Her face was flushed the colour of her hair, a fetching cherry blossom pink that Naruto adored.

Naruto hummed, running his hands up and down her bare waist, his thumbs rubbing over the soft material of her panties’ waistband. Sakura’s body trembled beneath his fingertips, her thin panties so wet it leaked through onto his boxers, leaving behind dark stains that almost outlined the shape of his cock.

“C’mon, Sakura-chan, lighten up. I mean what’s a little dry humpin’ between friends, yeah?”

Sakura scowled something fierce at him and Naruto smiled back, sliding his hands down to the curve of her hips, the perfect shape under his palms, like that’s where they should always be. He applied a little pressure, changing the angle of Sakura rubbing against his body, making sure she was grinding her clit against his shaft.

“Oh god,” Sakura whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed from pleasure, her head lolling to the side, and Naruto couldn’t help but reach for her, cupping Sakura’s jaw as she rode him.

“That’s it, Sakura-chan, take all that you need. You deserve it, y’know?”

“Naruto…”

Naruto was already hard like diamond, being the object of Sakura’s desire more than enough to have him standing to attention, but the sweet way she called his name had him staining the inside of his boxers with precum.

Naruto circled his thumb on Sakura’s cheek before running it against her plump bottom lip.

“Hey, look at me, Sakura-chan. Wanna see you, wanna memorize how you look when you’re feelin’ so good.”

She did, green eyes sparkling like sea glass opening for him, Naruto’s heart thumping at the way they shone, even half-lidded, with lust and affection.

All because of him, all for him.

“Fuck, you gotta be the prettiest thing on the planet, yeah?”

Sakura didn’t acknowledge him, except for the blush that fell down her neck. Naruto paying her back by plucking at her bottom lip with his thumb. Sakura rolled her eyes but gave him access, letting him press it into her mouth, her lips pursing around it, her tongue swirling over the tip while she sucked on it like it was a cock.

“I take it back, more like the sexiest thing between heaven and hell, ain’tcha? Fuuuuck me.”

Sakura laughed this time, his thumb falling from her mouth and he placed his hand back on her hips, encouraging her to grind harder on him.

“I swear you say the silliest things, Naruto.”

“Silly? I’m just being honest, y’know?”

Sakura shook her head at him but heeded the pressure of his hands, the roll of her hips aggressive as she humped him.

They were quiet for a moment, only sighs, gasps, and moans, the creaking of Naruto’s bed as Sakura rubbed her cunt against his cock. It was a sweet, near torturous friction, something that was borderline edging the way the thin layers of their underwear were just enough to be frustrating. Just enough to hinder the swells of pleasure that pulled at Naruto’s abdomen when they rocked their bodies against each other, fucking over their clothes.

Despite all that, Naruto knew Sakura was getting close, from the sexy catches of her breath as she rode over his length, bucking her hips and grinding her clit against his fat tip. Her cunt so wet he could smell it through her panties, stained cloth rubbing against stained cloth.

“That’s it,” Naruto murmured, catching Sakura’s eyes, her hands on his chest for leverage as she fucked against him. “Just like that, Sakura-chan. Be a good fuckin’ girl and come for me, yeah? Then you can turn around so I can get off to that fat ass of yours.”

“Oh god, you, you! Ugh, shit, you’re such a j-jerk!” It was a mixture of a hiss and a moan, her orgasm overcoming the anger of her words, her annoyance melting into an erotic whine.  Sakura’s hips stuttering against Naruto’s cock as she came, like she couldn’t decide to ride through it, or if she wanted a reprieve from the sensitivity.

Naruto made the decision for her, using his hands on her thighs to lock her against him while he thrusted up against her.

“Fuck, Naruto, s-slow down!”

He ignored her, his hands wrapping around to her ass, cupping her cheeks and leveraging her to grind against him, even as she slumped forward. Sakura moaned as her body continued trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, cussing under her breath as she fell forward and rested her head on Naruto’s chest.

Naruto finally stilled, letting Sakura rest on top of him, her head tucked underneath his own. He enjoyed the soft puffs of her breath against his skin, her hair tickling his chin. He reached out to stroke the top of her head, his fingers gliding through silk. The moment of peace between them, something he’d keep in his soul for a lifetime.

Sakura tilted her head to look up at him and Naruto smiled down at her.

“Not too shabby for a lil friendly dry hump session, huh?” He teased with a wink.

She sighed, nuzzling her face against Naruto’s neck for a moment before she spoke. “We really shouldn’t have done that, Naruto.”

“Is that gonna be your catchphrase, Sakura-chan? I recommend something more unique, like ‘dattebasa’ or somethin’.”

“Oh my god, why do I even bother with you!” Sakura huffed before rolling off his body.

Instead of moving off the bed, like Naruto expected, she moved onto her hands and knees, her back arched and ass in the air.

Naruto’s mouth fell open at the sight, like something straight out of one of his wet dreams, though the same could be said about the whole dry humping situation anyway.

She looked over her shoulder at him. “Hey, what are you waiting for? You didn’t come yet, did you?”

Naruto scrambled behind her, knowing from years of developed intuition that it’d be best not to say the ‘get-off-to-your-ass’ thing was just him talking in the heat of the moment.

Naruto whistled as he ran his hands along her back, sliding them down until he rested his palms against the curves of her hips, like they were handles for him.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, Sakura-chan,” Naruto said, smiling at the way Sakura hid her face from him, shy from his words like she hadn’t just come on top of him.

Naruto rocked his body forward, moaning as his tented boxers pressed against the soaked material of Sakura’s panties. He rubbed against her, slow and through, making sure the length of his cock became intimate with Sakura’s curves, the new position giving him more control in the way he sought sweet friction.

“Shit, god damn, this is such an amazin’ view, getting’ to stare at your fat ass while I get off. If I was fuckin’ you for real, I’d bet I’d barely last a few pumps.”

Sakura made a sound like a high whine, something sexy that Naruto felt with the twitch of his cock, stroking himself against Sakura’s thick ass cheeks.

“Naruto, what the hell! D-don’t talk like that!”

“Huh? Don’t worry, Sakura-chan, it wouldn’t be a problem. I’d still be able to go after that, I’ve got great stamina, y’know?”

“Y-you i-idi — that’s not what I meant!”

Naruto began rutting his hard cock against Sakura’s round ass, thrusting his cock fast and selfish over her curves, using her body to jerk himself off. Sometimes he’d slide down over her cunt, or up all the way to the edge of her ass, cock hovering over her back.

To his surprise, Sakura was enthusiastic too, helping him by swaying her ass back and forth against him, her cheeks bushing over his girth, hips swivelling as she shook her ass on his cock.

It felt insane, even better than when she was on top of him, riding on his cock. The friction of their underwear was a blessing for once, just dulling the immense pleasure enough that Naruto could last and keep humping Sakura’s ass, coils of arousal just building and building, his precum soaking through his boxers and sticking to Sakura’s skin as he slid over it.

“Fuck yeah, keep that up Sakura-chan, it feels so good. I swear to god I’m never gonna be able to touch myself again without thinkin’ about this.”

“Ugh, that’s so gross, Naruto. Don’t you ever shut up?” She glared over her shoulder at him but her lips were trembling, her cheeks so hot he knew he was turning her on despite the venom in her tone.

“Nah, no way, you’d better make me if you want me to stop.”

They hadn’t discussed this part, maybe even purposefully ignored it, but Naruto leaned down when Sakura reached behind his neck, pulling him in for a hot kiss.

It might have been better than rubbing against Sakura’s body, the filth of her mouth against his, her teeth angry, pulling on his lips, her tongue sliding against his. It was wet and greedy, Naruto moaning against Sakura as his hips became wild, humping her like a dog, Sakura pulling back and blinking as he cussed and spilled inside his boxers.

“Really, after all that, you came from a little kiss?” Sakura was smirking, almost snickering at his display and Naruto moved off her, lying back on the bed and covering his eyes with his arm.

“Leave me alone, sheesh, I didn’t even know people could kiss like that.”

“What, your sensei’s books didn’t teach you anything?” Sakura teased, and he could feel her crawling on the bed toward him.

Naruto grumbled under his breath, before he nearly jumped off the bed when Sakura reached for his boxers.

“Uh, what are you doin’?”

She cocked an eyebrow at him, her fingers sliding under the waistband, her nails cool against his hot skin.

“Are you really going to sit there in your ruined boxers?”

“I…I guess not.”

Naruto raised his hips, his head buzzing as he watched Sakura pull it off his body.

Pride blossomed in his chest, his smile was as he watched Sakura’s eyes widened at the sight of his hardening cock, a gasp of disbelief falling from her lips.

“What the hell? I could kind of tell while grinding on it…but really, this fucking big? For what?!”

“Hey…why are you sayin’ it like that, sounds like an insult, y’know?”

Sakura discarded his dirty boxers to the side, Naruto moaning when she reached for his cock with both hands, milking upwards and collecting the mess that was over his length, bringing it up to his tip.

“Don’t be such a baby,” Sakura murmured as she stroked his cock, seemingly enraptured as she watched it return to full mast. “God, you made such a mess…I should…I should clean it, right? Since it’s my fault.”

She looked at him with upturned eyes, her teeth digging into her bottom lip, like she was scared he would call her out.

Like he would let her know, this was way worse than a little dry humping. Way worse than a little kissing between friends.

Naruto reached down, his index finger sliding over the front of Sakura’s covered cunt, pulling it back with a light sheen of her dripping arousal.

He brought it to his lips, knowing Sakura was stunned, her hand sloppy on his cock as she watched Naruto suck his finger clean and moan.

He looked down at her flushed face and smiled. “Sure, Sakura-chan, but only if you let me clean yours after.”

“F-Fuck, fine, it’s a promise.”

And then she went down on his cock, eager, cleaning up the mess she made, and then Naruto did the same.

Just a pair of good friends.

[solomams]

12. Haunting

Prompt list by @obeymetournaments !!

Mammon and my mc Paula holding each other after waking up from nightmares. That day haunts each of them.

Drabble under the cut. Spoilers for OG OM lesson 16. Mentions of death.

Can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe.

"Mammon," She tries to call out, but nothing comes out. Her vision is blurry and dark.

She can make out a cow print pattern. Fangs. Hear laughter, gleeful and loud.

Her weak attempts to claw at her attacker's arm do nothing. Her movements are getting sluggish.

Not like this, not like this.

I don't want to die. I'm afraid.

Mammon.

That's her last conscious thought before her vision gives out. In the next moment, she feels herself being cradled against someone's chest.

She feels warmth against her face and neck. Moving is impossible. Every inch of her body hurts.

She can hear someone begging, pleading, bargaining. Who..?

"Paula, Paula, please. C'mon, hold on for me, ya? Do that for Mammon. I'll fix this, I promise-"

"Mmnf..?"

"Shh, shh, I'm here, I'm here, I got ya. J-Just hold on, okay?"

Blinking is practically impossible, yet she manages. She can make out white hair, tan skin, and her favorite shade of blue. Paula smiles. Tries, at least.

Mammon hiccups, unable to hold back the sob as he brushes her hair away from her face. It's matted and clumped now. His smile back is strained.

It's hard to keep her eyes open, let alone keep them focused. The room feels like it's spinning. Is it spinning? She can't tell anymore.

Her ribs protest with every breath she takes. There's a subtle wheezing sound. Is that her?

She wonders why Mammon looks so worried now. His mouth is moving but she can't hear a thing. She can't keep her eyes open anymore.

Sorry. She tries to say. She doesn't get to find out if she was successful, because in an instant, she's scrambling to sit up in her bed.

Bed. Room. Tree. Lanterns. Blanket.

Paula grasps at her own neck as she takes in lungfuls of air. She can feel herself trembling.

"Nightmare. Not real, not real," She wheezes to herself. Table. Vines. Window. Focus, focus, focus. Bedroom. Safe.

Safe?

She rolls onto the floor in a mess of pillows and blankets, and it takes everything in her to stand up and stagger towards the door.

Door. Metal. Cold. Focus. It wasn't real.

She doesn't know when she started crying, but she can feel the tears on her cheeks. Blurring her vision as she uses the wall as a guide.

Wood. Smooth. Left foot. Right foot. Keep going. How she survives the stairs, she won't question miracles.

Once at the top, a glance up has her almost tripping over her own feet. A figure at the opposite end of the hall, frozen in place.

"Paula?" A voice croaks. Timid and in disbelief.

Mammon? Mammon Mammon Mammon. Safety.

She takes a step or two towards him, but he covers the distance between them in no time. One second she's about to collapse, the next she's being squeezed to death. Figuratively this time. She stiffens up all the same.

"M-Mammon?" Paula says, seeking confirmation for what she already knows. Hearing it helps as much. Warm. Strong. Cologne. Safe.

Safe. She's safe. She's sure she is. Relax.

"Here, I'm here, treasure," Mammon says, pressing his ear against her chest. Thumpthumpthump. Too fast, but there.

It takes her a moment, but Paula wraps her own arms around Mammon, burying her fingers in his hair. Soft. Fluffy. Shampoo that smells suspiciously like hers. She's not shaking anymore.

"Can I? P-please," Mammon fiddles with the end of her shirt. He needs to feel. Needs to check. Needs to make sure.

Paula nods after a moment. It's not the first time he's asked. Not the first time they've found each other like this. Maybe the third.

It's only the nights Lucifer makes them sleep in separate rooms. Usually if there's a quiz soon. Yet, they always end up in each other's bed by the end. More so now than ever.

Raking her shirt up once he has confirmation, he feels. Feels the lack of wounds, lack of scars, the warmth beneath his fingers. Presses his thumb into her side, making her squirm. She grips his hair tighter.

It's like a ritual at this point.

Thump, thump, thump.

"Still here..."

"Yeah, I'm still here..."

He rubs circles against her skin. She loosens her grip on his hair. Her heartbeat continues on. It doesn't stop, not for a moment.

"Real?" She murmurs, pausing to wipe away the last of her tears. Even rubbing away Mammon's.

"Real," Mammon confirms. It's as much for her as it is for him.

They stay like that for a while. Holding each other. Reminders and reassurances.

"Bed?" Paula mumbles, bringing it up first for once.

"Yeah. Let's go," Mammon says, reluctantly untangling himself. It's only temporary. By morning, it'll be hard to tell who begins here and who ends there.

Mammon blinks when she grabs his hand. Like he's her lifeline. But by the look she gives him, he might be. He wonders how much she relived tonight.

He decides not to push it. Only squeeze her hand back, and leads her back to her room. This time, they'll be together.

No more memories turned nightmares to haunt them.

But hopefully, one day they won't need each other to get past it. Hopefully, one day, that awful day will be but distant memories.

[atlasthegreatest]

Blood Ties / Katherine Pierce x Gender Neutral! Sibling Reader

Despite being known as a cold and manipulative person, it seems like there is a person that she only truly cares about. And that person was Y/n Pierce— her little sibling.

Word count: 2433

A/n: This was requested by an anon. The gender wasn’t specified so, the gender is neutral. Enjoy it!

Y/n had always lived in Katherine Pierce’s shadow, but not the kind that suffocates or drowns you. Hers was a shadow that offered protection, a barrier between them and the rest of the world’s darkness. And in that darkness, there was fire—her fire—burning so fiercely that it was impossible not to be drawn into it.

Being Katherine’s younger sibling was complicated, to say the least. To everyone else, she was a heartless manipulator, a vampire who had long since traded her humanity for survival. But to Y/n, she was still their sister, the only person who had ever truly cared about them. The one who, despite everything, never let them fall.

It was late—well past midnight—when Y/n found themselves standing outside the old Salvatore boarding house. The night was thick with fog, the kind that seemed to swallow a sound and make you feel like you were standing on the edge of the world. Y/n shivered slightly, pulling their jacket tighter around them, and debated knocking.

Before Y/n could make up their mind, the door creaked open, and there she was—Katherine. Her dark curls framed her face, and her eyes, sharp as ever, narrowed at the sight of them. She didn’t say anything at first, just stepped aside to let them in, her lips curving into a small, amused smile.

“You’re late,” she said, her voice laced with its usual edge of teasing. “And here I thought you’d finally decided to run away.”

Y/n rolled their eyes as they stepped into the warm interior of the house. “I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.”

Katherine smirked, closing the door behind Y/n. The fire crackled softly in the background, casting flickering shadows across the room, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the house. It was unsettling, but then again, so was their sister.

“You know, most people would be terrified to be here alone with me,” she said, circling them with that feline grace she’d perfected over centuries. “But you’re not most people, are you?”

“No,” Y/n replied, meeting her gaze. “I’m the only person you care about.”

The smile vanished from her face, replaced by something colder, something distant. Katherine didn’t like being vulnerable, and she didn’t like being reminded of the few remnants of her humanity that still clung to her. But the truth was, Y/n was her weakness. Her one blind spot in a world where she was always ten steps ahead of everyone else.

She walked over to the couch and sank into it, her eyes never leaving theirs. “Care is a strong word. Let’s not get sentimental.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, leaning against the fireplace. “You can pretend all you want, but we both know it’s true. I’m the one person you’ve never lied to, never manipulated. Why is that, Kat?”

For a long moment, she didn’t respond. Instead, she stared at the flames, as if searching for an answer in the fire. Katherine had always been an enigma, even to them. But there were times when Y/n could catch glimpses of the girl she used to be—the one who wasn’t so broken by time and betrayal.

Finally, she spoke, her voice low and measured. “I’ve lied to everyone. I’ve used every one I’ve ever cared about. Because that’s how you survive. But you…” She paused, her eyes flickering toward them. “You’re different.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re mine,” she said simply, as if that explained everything. And in a way, it did.

Katherine had lost so much—her family, her child, her humanity. But Y/n was the one constant in her life. The one thing she had managed to hold onto, despite everything. And in her twisted way, that made them the only person she would ever truly care about.

She leaned back, crossing her legs, her expression softening just slightly. “I can’t lose you like I lost everyone else.”

There it was—the truth that Katherine never wanted to admit. Y/n wasn’t just her sibling; they were her last link to the world she once knew, a world where she hadn’t yet turned into the monster everyone else saw her as.

“You won’t,” Y/n said quietly, moving to sit across from her. “But you can’t keep protecting me from everything. You can’t keep me locked in this world of yours, always looking over my shoulder.”

Her eyes darkened, and for a moment, they saw the predator in her, the woman who had survived centuries by being ruthless, by never letting her guard down. “You don’t understand, do you? I’ve spent centuries keeping you safe, dealing with every threat, every enemy who would try to use you against me.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

She clenched her jaw, her eyes flashing with frustration. “No, you didn’t. But you’re my family. The only family I have left. And I won’t lose you. Not like I lost her.”

Her voice cracked on the last word, and Y/n knew who she meant. Her daughter, Nadia. Their niece. The one person Katherine had tried to protect and failed. The guilt she carried over Nadia’s death was something she would never admit to anyone—not even them—but Y/n could see it in her eyes. They could hear it in the way her voice wavered whenever she talked about losing someone.

Y/n sighed, running a hand through their hair. “Kat, I’m not Nadia. And you can’t keep treating me like I’m going to vanish any second.”

She stood up abruptly, pacing the room, her movements agitated. “You don’t know what it’s like! Every time I look at you, I see how easily I could lose you. And I can’t—”

“Katherine.” Y/n cut her off, their voice firm but soft. “You won’t lose me.”

She stopped, her back to them, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence between them was thick, and heavy with everything they’d left unsaid over the years. Katherine was used to being the one in control, always keeping people at arm’s length. But with Y/n, she was different. She couldn’t hide behind her usual masks.

When she finally turned around, her expression was unreadable. “I won’t lose you,” she repeated, but this time her voice was softer, almost fragile. “I can’t.”

Y/n stood up, walked over to her, and gently placed a hand on her arm. “You won’t. But you have to stop treating me like I’m some helpless child. I can take care of myself, Kat.”

She met their gaze, her eyes searching theirs for something—maybe reassurance, maybe understanding. “You’re not helpless,” she said after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper. “But you’re mine. And that means I’ll always protect you, whether you like it or not.”

Y/n smiled softly, shaking their head. “You’re impossible.”

Her lips twitched, the ghost of a smile playing on her face. “You’re just figuring that out now?”

For the first time in what felt like forever, the tension between them seemed to lift. Katherine would never stop being overprotective. She would never stop trying to control the world around them, to keep Y/n safe in the only way she knew how. But in that moment, Y/n realized something: as much as they resented her for it, part of them was grateful.

Because for all her faults, for all the terrible things she had done, Katherine Pierce loved them. And in her world—their world—that was something rare and precious.

Y/n stepped back, giving her a playful nudge. “Come on, let’s get out of here before you start getting all emotional on me.”

She rolled her eyes but let out a small laugh. “Don’t push your luck, kid.”

As they walked out of the boarding house, side by side, Y/n knew one thing for certain: no matter what happened, Katherine would always be there for them. In her own twisted, complicated way, she would always care. And in a world as dangerous as theirs, that was enough.

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The sun had set by the time they made their way back to the safe house. Katherine was unusually quiet as they walked, her steps slower, as if something was weighing her down. It wasn’t like her to stay silent for long, especially after a tense conversation like the one they just had. Usually, she’d find a way to brush it off, crack a sarcastic comment, or change the subject entirely. But tonight, it felt different.

Katherine had let Y/n in more than she probably intended to. The truth of her fear—of losing them—hung in the air between us, unspoken but undeniable.

Y/n followed her inside, the faint creak of the door echoing in the empty hall. The house wasn’t much—an old, forgotten place on the outskirts of town, well hidden from prying eyes. A perfect spot for people like them who didn’t want to be found. But even in its seclusion, it didn’t feel like a home. It felt more like a temporary shelter, a place to regroup before they had to run again. That was their life—always running, always hiding.

Katherine tossed her jacket onto a chair and made her way to the small bar in the corner of the room. Y/n watched as she poured herself a drink, the firelight casting flickering shadows across her face. She still hadn’t said anything, and the silence was beginning to eat at them.

“You okay?” Y/n asked, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

She didn’t look at them, just swirled the liquid in her glass before taking a slow sip. “I’m fine.”

“Katherine,” Y/n said, a little more firmly. “You’re not fine. You’ve barely said two words since we left the boarding house.”

She set the glass down on the bar with a sharp clink, turning to face them, her eyes hardening. “What do you want me to say? That I’m scared? That I don’t know how to protect you anymore?” Her voice was cold, but Y/n could hear the crack in it, the emotion she was trying so hard to bury.

Y/n took a step closer, their voice softer. “You don’t have to protect me from everything.”

She laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “You really don’t get it, do you? I’ve been protecting you for so long, I don’t know how to stop. It’s what I do. It’s the only thing I have left.”

Y/n stared at her, the weight of her words sinking in. Katherine had spent centuries keeping people at arm’s length, manipulating and destroying anyone who got too close. But with them, it was different. Y/n was the one person she couldn’t push away, the one constant in her life. And that terrified her.

“Then don’t stop,” Y/n said, surprising themselves with the words. “But don’t shut me out either. You don’t have to do this alone, Katherine.”

Her eyes softened, just for a moment, and she looked at them with something that almost resembled vulnerability. But just as quickly, her expression hardened again, the walls going back up.

“I don’t need help,” she said sharply, her voice cold once more. “I’ve survived centuries on my own. I don’t need anyone.”

Y/n clenched their jaw, frustration bubbling inside them. “That’s not true and you know it. You’re not as invincible as you pretend to be.”

She shot them a glare, her lips curling into a smirk that didn’t reach her eyes. “You’d be surprised how good I am at pretending.”

Y/n sighed, running a hand through their hair. “Katherine, I’m not trying to fight with you. I just want you to stop shutting me out. I’m not some kid you have to protect. I’m your sibling. We’re in this together, whether you like it or not.”

She stared at them, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she were weighing their words. There was a long pause, the air between them thick with tension. Then, finally, she sighed, dropping her gaze.

“You don’t understand,” she muttered. “Every time I’ve let someone in, they’ve been taken from me. Our family, my daughter, and every person I’ve ever loved. And you…” She trailed off, her voice faltering.

“And me what?” Y/n pressed, their heart pounding.

She looked up at them, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Y/n saw the truth in her eyes. Beneath all the bravado, the manipulation, and the cold exterior, Katherine was scared. Scared of losing them. Scared of being alone again.

“And you’re all I have left,” she said softly, the words barely a whisper.

The weight of her confession hit them like a punch to the gut. Katherine had always been a master of deflection, of hiding her true feelings behind a mask of indifference. But this… this was real. This was her truth.

Y/n swallowed the lump in their throat, their voice quiet. “You’re not going to lose me, Kat.”

She let out a shaky breath, her eyes glistening with something Y/n rarely saw in her—vulnerability. For a moment, it was like they were kids again, back when things were simpler before the world had torn them apart.

But Katherine didn’t feel vulnerable for long. She quickly wiped away any trace of emotion, her usual smirk returning as she stood up straight, crossing her arms.

“Well, don’t get all sentimental on me,” she said, her tone lightening as she tried to brush it off. “We’ve got bigger problems than my emotional baggage.”

Y/n couldn’t help but smile a little. That was Katherine—always deflecting, always trying to downplay the real emotions underneath. But they didn’t push her any further. They knew she’d said more than she wanted to already.

“What’s the plan, then?” Y/n asked, leaning back against the wall, trying to match her casual tone.

Katherine’s eyes sparkled with that familiar glint of mischief, her mask firmly back in place. “Well, first, we deal with whoever’s been sniffing around town looking for me. Then…” She trailed off, her lips curving into a wicked grin. “We make sure they regret it.”

Y/n rolled their eyes. “Of course. Classic Katherine.”

She winked at them. “What can I say? Old habits die hard.”

Despite everything—the tension, the danger, the emotional rollercoaster that came with being Katherine Pierce’s sibling—there was something oddly comforting in her familiar arrogance. It reminded Y/n that no matter what happened, no matter how complicated things got, they were still in this together.

Katherine might be ruthless, manipulative, and guarded, but Y/n knew one thing for certain: she would burn the world down if it meant keeping them safe. And for that, Y/n was willing to stand by her side, no matter how dark things got.

As long as they had each other, they could survive anything.

[just-an-elf-with-the-socks]

So I’ve seen a lot of drama concerning some booktok takes lately (I don’t actually have TikTok but I watch some people on YouTube who review certain books and cover the drama they see) and I seriously think people are missing the point when it comes to “spicy” books as they are now called.

I will admit, quite a few takes are far too harsh on these types of books. Making fun of people (mostly women) who read these types of books or saying that someone’s taste is “trash” because they enjoy these types of books is totally unnecessary. It’s rude, it makes people feel bad about being able to enjoy things, and in particular it gives romance and sex a really bad rapport between that genre and the publishing world.

In short, you don’t need to make fun of people for enjoying something they like or say that they need to touch grass just because they’re not reading War And Peace.

However. There is another side to that.

There needs to be a resurgence in critical thinking if people are going to enjoy these things in a healthy way (honestly I blame tiktok for a lot of this). For example, people don’t bother to look into the fact that nearly every single book of Colleen Hoover’s condones DV, not to mention she’s blatantly said she doesn’t believe in trigger warnings. Another example is Sarah J. Maas. So much of her writing deliberately plays into the racist trope in books that use a POC character to further the development of a white character and then proceeds to kill off the POC character once the white character doesn’t need them as a development crutch anymore.

The point of this is that it serves no one well to read things without thinking about them. This lack of critical thinking is also what leads to very sexually explicit books being put in the YA fantasy section in bookstores. Do I think young adults should be exposed to the idea of sexuality in a healthy and appropriate way that teaches them to not be ashamed to explore it? Of course. Do I think some of these “dark romance fantasy” books on par with Fifty Shades of Gray should be in that section? Absolutely not.

This is not me being a literature purist and constantly shouting out that only the classics are good (many of them aren’t). This is me begging people to think deeper about what they’re reading instead of simply skimming through a book or just reading these types dialogue (this one actually shocked me when I heard it was a real thing). I can one hundred percent promise you that if you don’t at least attempt to process what you’ve read before opening your mouth to speak about it, your opinion doesn’t have a rock to stand on.

The same goes for the classics as well, they aren’t special in that regard.

So.

Do I think that we all need to be literary purists and only read classics and see “spicy” books as trash? No.

Do I think that there needs to be more critical thinking among readers of that content so it can be appreciated properly and so that young adults aren’t reading about two characters having anal sex on top of the kitchen table? Yes.

And this is definitely a personal irritant, but do I think there should be official “booktok” sections in bookstores? Absolutely not.

[plscallmeeren]

P E T A L S

Hermione J. Granger x Fleur Delacour x Reader

Request: yes

Summary: Fleur moved to Hogwarts, partly for school and partly because she had major crushes on both a Gryffindor and a Hufflepuff. She was sorted into Slytherin but still slowly grew closer to the group of Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Hermione and (y/n) the last two especially. What if they get over themselves and confessed that they do indeed like each other? Well you can imagine (we're ignoring age gaps ok chill)

Warnings: unedited lol I'm so sorry for that ending

Word Count: 1.6K+

You leaned back against the window panes, ignoring the chilled crust of ice that melted against your back. Outside, the sun was dabbled on the snow, enough to make it glitter without revealing its own face. The trunks of the forest were a dark line between two blankets of white.

Your gaze returned to the textbook on your lap, but the chemistry of transfiguration had been hammered into your brain with such brute force it was no longer interesting. From the bay window, you looked down on Fleur, her sheet of silvery hair draped over a straight back, eyes focused on a book very similar to your own. Hermione, on the other hand, was hunched over the desk in the centre, fuzzy hair creating a dome around her face. She scribbled furiously, at times writing over strands of hair without noticing them seep in the ink.

"Hey," you chided, smiling despite yourself at how different they were. "Maybe it's time we took a break?"

"A break?" Hermione gasped in despair, just as Fleur nodded the same words in relief.

"C'mon, I'll make you both a cup of tea. Rosehip for you?" You motioned at the white-haired beauty before gesturing to a mildly frenzied Hermione. "English breakfast?" The brunette agreed eagerly before poring over her notes again.

"I'll come with you," Fleur announced, standing with a grace that made you feel clunky jumping down from the sill.

You walked in silence out of the library, almost bowing at madam Pince, who jumped, having forgotten you came in no less than five hours ago.

"I'm impressed you knew my favourite tea for studying specifically," she said softly, not looking at you as you meandered down the corridors, bars of light streaming in through tall windows.

Your brows raised. "Really? I like to think I know a fair few things about you."

Fleur laughed, accent thick. "Like what?"

"I don't know." You slowed down gradually, thinking too hard to walk. "How you mention France every time it's warm... the way you twirl to test your skirt when no one's looking. Maybe that laugh when you're telling me about a kiss..."

She smiled shyly, almost twirling, almost mentioning France, and definitely laughing. "No one warned me the English would be so charming."

"I don't know how to take that," you grinned. The two of you were standing still now, the corridor an open ended street on either side, void of people.

Fleur tried not to ask but couldn't help herself. "I laugh a certain way?"

"Oh, yeah." Her fingers tease at yours, brushing her knuckles against your waist. "There's a whole expression whenever you even think about kissing, whenever someone even mentions it..." Your hands are at her hips ever so gently. You don't dare close in any further because your legs are already touching. "The corners of your eyes crinkle. You try to repress a wide smile, so your dimple comes out."

Fleur only stares, enraptured. "Your head tilts forward and your hair narrows around your face... like now." What overcame you to say that last part, you didn't know. But her eyes widened and for a moment she moved forward rather than back, lips connecting to your cheek before she stepped away completely.

"Maybe you do know a few details," she said unnecessarily loud, her homeland in every word.

"Oh, I don't know," you murmured. "Anyone might notice these things." I must be going crazy.

•••

"Oh, you've got to be joking. Please tell me you're joking," Hermione groaned, clutching a cushion to her stomach.

"I'm not!" Fleur cried, tears in the corners of her eyes from sheer laughter. "'E looked me in the eye and told me that 'e would take 'er name if they got married, namely 'Dudman'!"

You chortled, covered your face with your arms. "I wonder if he writes 'Mr. Dudman' in the columns of his books."

Hermione snorted despite herself. "Oh, by the way, did you hear what Dean was saying about Ginny the other night?"

"What?" Fleur gasped.

"He was drunk and he kept running around telling everyone the curtain didn't match the drapes, and that they should guess what colour the carpet was... except when people guessed, he just told them it was an Arabic flying carpet... he did that about six or seven times."

Fleur practically sobbed, managing a very unconvincing "that's 'orrible" as she suppressed the smile and her dimple showed perfectly.

"I'm going to get more butter beer from the kitchen," you announced happily. "Although I still wanna know who they keep it for."

You stumbled out of the room as the other two agreed, but they remained lying on your bedroom floor, where even Fleur had slid down from the bed.

"It's funny, isn't it?" Hermione mused, picking at a scab on her knee. "How much time the three of us spend together when others would be out with dates. I mean, I know you and (y/n) get out more-"

"I don't," Fleur interrupted a little too abruptly. "Well, only once or twice. I think (y/n) is the one who tries to every week or so, but doesn't generally like it..."

"Oh."

Hermione was thinking all sorts of ways. Of who Fleur would go out with, how far she would go on a date, who would Hermione even like to see? How about (y/n)? Why did she never hear about your dalliances? For a moment she saw both of you together, scarcely dressed under a blanket. Jealousy surged through her. "Who would you go out with? Want to, I mean?

"Oh, I don't..." Fleur murmured. Her own mind looked much like Hermione's, only the wild brown hair was not missing from the picture. "They would have to be perfect." I must be going crazy.

•••

You were lying on your bed, Hermione at your side, her head nestled in the turn of your arm. You stared down at her, she read to you.

Hermione finished the last page, looked up, and your lips nearly touched as you spoke, hushed, about what the book might really mean. She thinks you must be the most beautiful person in the world at that moment. She thinks she must be going crazy. She falls asleep in your arms, loving that madness.

•••

Starlight fell on Fleur like a beacon, illuminating her in that white dress. She had barely slept that night for thoughts of sparkling eyes, brown and (eye colour). Usually she would never lay herself against the grass, and even now she thought of stains. But these were the early hours of the day where some things matter more or less, and she was dreaming with her eyes wide open.

Dreaming that two figures were nearing her, laughing and talking quietly. Figures she recognised. It was not until Hermione told you off for not knowing Bathilda Bagshot's birthday that Fleur tensed, found reality where she was least expecting it.

"Well, look who it is," you smirked, leaning down beside her and sitting yourself in the grass. "Couldn't sleep?" She shook her head. "Neither could we. Ran into each other in the hallway. What was keeping you up?"

She did hesitate, she was sure, looking back. But in a moment of courage that ruined a year of quiet, Fleur answered: "Thinking of you both. Of kissing you, far in the future."

"Why so far?" you joked, even as Hermione turned to stone beside you. She was joking, wasn't she? Surely. Surely she wasn't...

"I don't know. Why?" It was too late for her to be mortified.

"Wait, what do you mean?" you echoed, catching onto her solemn expression.

"I'm saying I want to 'iss you. Both. All the 'ime!"

Hermione was staring at you aggressively, searching for a reaction, but your gaze was locked on Fleur. "Wow. I can't say..." You gulped. "I can't say I've never thought about it."

Hermione looked frantically between the two of you, more confused than she was used to being.

"Really?" Fleur breathed, entranced. "I know this isn't what you mean, but I 'ave to tell you - I liked you so much from the beginning, it was a part of why I came to 'ogwarts..."

You smiled, frenzied inside. "Oh, Fleur. I'm so happy to hear... I mean, I..." Your lips touched hers delicately, and possibly for the first time since you had met her, crimson spread across her perfect cheeks.

"I mean," Hermione said a little too loudly, "I wouldn't mind... I have noticed... the both of you are very attractive and quite clever-"

Fleur sat up and beckoned the brunette over with nothing more than a finger, wrapped fine fingers around her jaw and held their lips together for two seconds, maybe three.

The moon reflected on them, nuzzling into their embrace like mist.

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This is SO SO bad I'm sorry it's so late in general and then this 🥲 maybe I'll edit in the future it was just stressing me out and yeah my apologies