#so I had no clue it was today 💀

[xx-j4nu5-c4t5-xx]

picture with grandpa

[thebirdandhersong]

Lol

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Im an ace simp unashamedly and i need to share this little detail of heartslabyul's birthday boy card that someone probably mentioned alr somewhere. In all the boys' groovy illustrations theres always someone else with them. Riddle has cater and trey, Trey has cater. Cater has ace and Deuce has someone in the corner (i cant tell who)

EXCEPT ACE???? BRO'S JUST STARING INTO THE CAMERA WITH THAT SILLY LITTLE BLUSH LIKE BRO YOU LOOKING AT ME???? WHAT ARE YOU TRYNNA TELL ME TWST????

cbjsvsjsjcks Where did all the Ace simps suddenly spawn from… I feel like I’ve been meeting a lot of them lately (not necessarily through this blog, but also in other discussion circles) 😂

Yes, the Birthday Boy series tends to generally showcase at least one other character in the Groovies. For Heartslabyul: Cater and Trey appear in Riddle’s, Trey appears in Cater’s, and I believe it’s Ace in Deuce’s.

That isn’t Trey because Trey wears gloves in his dorm uniform, and nor can it be Riddle because his dorm uniform looks entirely different than the standard one. That leaves us with Cater and Ace. By process of elimination and using context clues, it’s most likely Ace. Cater already appeared in two other Birthday Boy Groovies. Additionally, Deuce has a voice line where he says Ace gifted him a jack-in-the-box—and while the Groovy doesn’t depict that item, Deuce is reacting similarly shocked upon opening it. Ace has also explained (I think in a Halloween event or vignette??) that it is possible to pull off a simple trick of flashing lights and sounds using magic. He tends to use his skills for childish things like little pranks and sleights, and has the personality to be inclined towards those things too. All the circumstantial evidence points to Ace.

Anyway, I feel like Ace is one of those characters you commonly see getting shipped with Yuu because of how he is presented in official content (and especially the main story). Him and Malleus seem to be the Big Two on that regard. That’s what my observation has always been, at least.

It’s rare that TWST will put out these “looking directly at you” illustrations, and even when they do, it’s not always aimed at Yuu if you look at the context the vignettes provide. For example, the Jade Outdoor Wear Groovy has him looking back and offering a hand… but it’s not for Yuu, it’s for Cater; Floyd’s Beans Camo Groovy had him looking soft and cute… and that gaze is aimed at Epel while Floyd talks about how he wants to take on strong opponents. Ace’s Birthday Boy Groovy exists in defiance of that pattern!

I think it’s funny that his dynamic with Yuu can so easily feed into that trope of the BFF that’s crushing hard but is too afraid to fully commit, so he always frames advances/flirting/playful teasing as “just jokes” to test the waters. It almost feels like Ace was tailor-made for this 😂 It sets up a lot the potential for something as simple as a look seeming longing. I can definitely understand how someone might see that Groovy and think it’s romantic. I don’t think most people make that kind of expression while using the thumb to brush away crumbs and staring into the camera 💀 Bro would 100% catch you and then go, “I know, I know, I look so cool that you just can’t get enough of me. Well, today’s my special day so I’m feeling extra nice. Feel free to stare at me aaaaaall you like, Prefect.” And then maybe joke that you could have him all to yourself if you asked—

You Ace yumes out there must be thankful for this food www

[jymwahuwu]

When I was picking up starfish for Neuvillette, I was illuminated by a light outside the Fortress of Meropide and automatically taken back to prison💀💔 So I'm thinking about the story of the reader trying to escape by diving and being caught by Wriothesley🥴

CW: yandere, abuse of power, non-con, escape failed, non-consensual spanking

Just today. You can escape, now or never.

You've bribed one of the guards, using all the credit coupons you earned from working in the cafeteria. He quietly brings you a set of diving equipment from outside and briefly teaches you how to use it. He's on duty today. On this day, this day only, you can take advantage of the laxity and loopholes in the guards to escape. For the past few days, you had been submissive and radiant in front of Wriothesley, warming his cock for hours. He promised to give you a day off. You can walk around the Fortress of Meropide and chat with people, or you can just sleep and read, write, munch delicious breads and desserts. It's up to you.

And you use it to escape from prison.

You were sent to the Fortress of Meropide for some ridiculous crime… or maybe even something you didn't do at all. It only took three days from the accusation to the conviction. The members of gardes somehow searched your home for "evidence of guilt". The testimonies of the witnesses all subtly accused you, as if a strange net fell from the firmament. You tried to argue and analyze the irrationality of these logics, but tears and logic… were all useless. This ordinary trial, devoid of drama, ended quickly. They escort you to an underwater prison, where you are exiled in full view of the public.

"Mmm, raise your head and let me see you."

Your eyes widened, recognizing him, a customer you met when you worked part-time in the teahouse. He helped you deal with a customer who was harassing you. Dressed in work clothes, you introduced him to new refreshments, giggling at his witty remarks. He always comes on the same afternoon, orders tea and dessert, and sits quietly, waiting to talk to you.

Once, he asked you whether the sun was so bright outside the water, and whether the people at the top of the water were the same as you. You were confused by his question at that moment.

A confession changes something. Such a peaceful life continued until one day, he hinted whether he would be lucky enough to go on a date with you, but… you had not thought about establishing any romantic relationship with the guest. Unexpectedly, the customer just nodded, kissed the back of your hand and left.

(Underwater. Inexplicable charges and sentences.) The mind is buzzing, and those clues and emotions are flooding into you. You have some understanding of what's going on-

"…It's you. It's you who is framing me…"

"I don't know what you're talking about." He smiled - with confidence and teasing. "But falsely accusing me will only make your crime worse."

You bit your lip, shaking, tears falling.

Your cell is somehow quite close to Wriothesley's office. He summons you to his office at any time, puts you on his lap, or presses on you at night. You want to resist. Once, you yelled at him in the cafeteria. Wriothesley just held your waist with one hand, took off your underwear, and slapped your exposed and swollen butt. Other prisoners were frightened.

You arrived at the appointed location, and the guard nodded to you. You prepare to put on your diving gear, but your thoughts spread like tree roots - When will Wriothesley realize you're missing? What will he do? Where can you go...Mondstadt? Sumeru is closer, but there are Matras there. They may be working with Fontaine...Wriothesley...He...

However, these are not worth mentioning in the face of freedom. You can't hide your current smile, the joy of freedom dances on the tip of your tongue, urging you to take steps forward. Beautiful sunshine. Market. The sound of people talking. The steam from the machine when brewing tea. Detective novels and newspapers. You will be able to have these again, even if you can't appear openly anymore, but it doesn't matter, anything is better than an underwater prison and a large factory.

Anywhere is better than here…

The moment you were about to dive-

a pair of arms grabbed you.

You started screaming almost immediately, broke into a cold sweat from fear, and struggled like a fish out of water without even looking at who the person behind you was. You just want to dive into the sea, but those arms are unexpectedly strong - just like when he pulled you into his arms and kissed your lips countless times. No room for rejection.

"Hey-hey, calm down, okay? Stop." He takes off your diving equipment. What Wriothesley said was like you were losing your temper, not that he was using a trick to force you to stay with him. You turned around and met his gray pupils, crying. The man still smiled and patted your head, "there there…" But as soon as he finished speaking, you found that the guard you bribed was being subdued and pinned to the ground.

"Take him away. Inform Neuvillette." He said coldly.

The guards received the order, saluted, and then forcibly escorted him away.

"…W-when did you know?" He wrapped his arms around your waist, allowing you to sniffle and whimper. You just want to ask this, to know how much you've been predicted. Does he laugh inside when he sees you being so well-behaved…? Wriothesley paused for a moment, as if he was considering how to reply, not wanting to hurt your pride. "…Is it important?"

"I want to know."

"I told you, I know everything that's going on here, the difference is whether I want to take action or not." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "I'll use the belt later, by the way."

[reallyromealone]

FLUFFTOBER DAY 8

Title: apple(?) picking

Fandom: voltron

Characters: lotor

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: lotor x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, flufftober, cute, lotor is ooc, lotor is a devoted husband

Notes:

Summary: (name) remembers fondly his days on earth during the fall, lotor decides to recreate it

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No one knew how lotor... Acquired this human pet of his but no one dared to question the princes choices. (Name) Was dressed in the prettiest clothes, sheer and beautiful with gold accents.

"What has you so sad, my love?" Lotor asked his beloved who leaned into the princes touch, a sign of relief as gentle kisses were placed on his neck.

"I was just reminiscent of holidays I would celebrate on earth... It's almost Halloween there..." He whispered, turning to kiss his husbands cheek while the prince hummed "explain this holiday" the man lightly demanded, cuddling his beloved like a stuffed animal. Rarely he had downtime like this so he was going to spend it listening to his lover's tales of earth.

He didn't care much for earth but he cared for (name).

"Well Halloween is a celebration where people would decorate their house in scary decor and children would dress like monsters and get sweets from houses... But my favorite when I was a child was apple picking with my mother..." (Name)s voice was so sweet and gentle "we would bake apple pies and if I was good, she would make me a caramel apple... It was always my favorite"

Lotor was quiet while listening, only this gentle with his fragile human who was so sweet for him "enough of my rambles of the past... How was your day darling?" (Name) Was completely unaware of the war, not a clue in his pretty head of the things that happened around him.

His life revolved around lotor and only lotor, pampered and given anything his hear could desire with the exchange of pure devotion.

(Name) Slept peacefully, curled in the blankets without his jewlery adorning his body but the thing gold choker graced his neck. Lotor stared at him lovingly, looking at the marks from last night's act of love, he enjoyed the domestic bliss he got to have even for a moment with the other.

Today he had important plans...

He kept (name) on a planet hidden from the radars and only select staff were on site, it was a paradise for the gem.

And currently he was creating the story (name) shared with him. He couldn't obtain these apples to his annoyance due to the short notice but he got the closest thing he could to the texture and shape, the perfect orchard for his perfect husband.

Wicker baskets and decor that were as fall themed as the alien could figure out, a true declaration of love with this.

Everything was perfect...

Perfect for his beloved.

"What's this?" (Name) Held the ornate box curiously, it was thin and wide... Clothing possibly? "Open it" lotor grinned, leaning closer to nip at the others chin, (name) carefully lifting the box and looked confused while lifting the cable knit sweater 'happy Halloween' written on the front, a bat under it "what is this...?" He smiled at the soft material, lotor giving a cocky smirk "I know I was rough on you but I would assume you knew what this was, little human"

"Thank you..."

Lotor felt prideful at his beloveds smile, immediately put it on and hug himself "it's so warm!"

"That's not all, little star..."

(Name) Was absolutely giddy when he saw the orchard, running inside to see the trees before turning back to the prince "do you like it?"

"We will bring our children here!" (Name) Said seriously, lotor chuckling at his beloved who took his hand and led him through the orchard, grabbing a basket as they walked.

Lotors height made it easy to grab fruits towards the top "we should make tarts after this..."

"Anything you desire, my sweet"

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: you'd known that Simon wasn't okay since it had been announced that they'd found blood in the boiler room. his pain, his hurt, his loss had spilled out from him and into you and you'd had no clue how to handle it. and then suddenly, you'd been soothed, and all you'd been able to think of had been getting to the source of that comfort and giving thanks.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.8

Wally couldn't stop thinking about earlier. How the slopes and arches of your body fit against him like a puzzle piece. How malleable you'd been under his touch. The intense liquid heat that had thrummed between you both as he'd leaned in to kiss you; heartbeats synchronized, eyes fluttering closed, utterly surrendered to the sensation.

He'd kissed a few girls when he'd been alive. Hell, he'd made out with Dawn a handful of times when adrenaline and hormones had needed an outlet. None of those experiences held a candle to what he'd felt when he'd just barely brushed his lips to yours.

There was something underneath it all. Not just his attraction to you, which he'd harbored for going on two years now. Something else. Something mystical and big and unleashed. Maybe you already knew what it was. After all, you could reach through the veil, hear and see and feel Wally...maybe you had an explanation.

If only the connection between you and Wally hadn't made it practically impossible to finish a conversation.

"Where'd you go, superstar?"

Wally nearly jumped in surprise, having forgotten he wasn't alone. He glanced around, saw Katelynn—the courtyard fatality—and Ajay studying him as intently as Rhonda. They were in the kitchen piling a late lunch of leftovers onto their plates while, around them, the staff muddled through their end-of-day breakdown.

"Uh," Wally supplied, intelligently. He was a miserable liar, something Rhonda had teased him for mirthlessly in the past. Told him he was as easy to read as 3rd grade English (ouch). But he didn't take his promises lightly and knew he had to come up with something or Rhonda would grill him until he broke. Deflection it was, "Do you think Maddie had a good time?"

Rhonda, perched primly on a counter, rolled her eyes and plucked a bread roll from the bin one of the staff was about to seal. "Jesus, you really are ditzy for her, huh?"

"I wouldn't say that," Wally said. He really wouldn't, "I just want her to—"

"Confess her undying love? Make you the center of her universe and forget all about her dreamy, badboy ex?" Rhonda scoffed, "Hate to break it to you, hot stuff, but you'd just be a rebound and we all know how those end."

"Badly?" Katelynn guessed. Having been fourteen when she'd kicked the bucket, she'd likely never had the chance to explore the intricacies of romance. Or of all its thorns.

Rhonda's hands clamped and then bloomed in front of her as she vocalized a bomb exploding.

"No, Rhonda, that's not it," Wally spoke in long strokes, as if to a child, willing away a flash of irritation. "What I was gonna say was that I want her to know there's more to being dead than trying to solve your own murder." Since, after all was said and done, there'd be nothing left to do besides passively haunt Split River High.

And that shit got dull after a semester or two.

Unexpectedly, "I spoke to her today." Rhonda admitted, somewhat reluctant, as the group paraded from the kitchen into the cafeteria. Wally encouraged her to continue with a smile, "About how I died. She thought it could help, so..." She slid into her regular seat next to Wally, eyes fixed on her plate, "I guess it did because she took off after."

It was obvious that relinquishing even that morsel of information made her uncomfortable, shoulders curled to her ears and lips pursed, those metaphorical walls re-erecting.

Wally clapped her on the back, "You did good, Deadly." A fond nickname he used sparingly as it often earned him an elbow to the ribs.

This time, Rhonda simply glared a warning at him before tearing a piece off her bread roll and smearing it through the gravy on Wally's plate. Progress, he supposed.

To move the conversation away from Rhonda, Wally engaged Katelynn, "I saw you with the extinguisher today."

Katelynn grinned through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"You know what we should do next time? We get those chairs with the wheels, a couple of fire extinguishers..." He mimed the scene with fervor, grinning conspiratorially between the others, "We could do it in the gym. Take bets. See who goes farthest. It would be awesome!"

Rhonda patted his knee twice—thank you—under the table. How she displayed gratitude without being obvious. As discreetly as possible, Wally returned the gesture, tapping three times to indicate I've got you.

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Somehow, you'd done it: graduated to the end of the school day without incident. Sure, Mathilda had given you a funny look when you'd made your excuses to stay behind, but she'd been too distracted by what pieces to include in her portfolio to cross-examine you about it.

"Text me later, sillybean!" She called over her shoulder as she, Hana, and Lucas exited the school.

The siblings waved in unison, Hana pirouetting and blowing you a kaleidoscope of exaggerated kisses before falling back into step with her brother.

You turned back to your locker, shoving in your backpack and your uncle's hoodie. You'd accepted that the connection between you and Wally quashed any attempt you made to hide from him; berated yourself for not realizing it sooner.

After you'd closed the door and slipped the lock back into place, you mustered your courage and turned toward the direction of the theater. You could do this. Without getting sidetracked.

Yeah, you believed that about as much as you believed the lunchroom bread rolls were 'made fresh' everyday.

A metallic clamor caught your attention before you'd even stepped a foot forward, causing you to hesitate. Down several lockers along the row, Simon shook his lock against the hasp furiously. He was unmistakably upset, jaw tight, vibrating with unfettered anger.

You approached him just as he kicked the locker below his.

"Here," You said, inserting yourself between Simon and his locker, "What's the combo?"

Without pause, "8-37-15," he recited through gritted teeth.

You dialed the combination, unhooked the lock and held it out for Simon to take.

"You okay?" You asked, already aware of the answer.

"Yes." Simon lied then abruptly changed his mind, "No. I don't know." He dumped his bag at his feet and rummaged through the contents of his locker only to give up and spin around. Propped against the closed bottom level, Simon ran his hands through his hair roughly, reminding you of someone with responsibility that outweighed their experience.

"What's going on, Si?"

He lifted his head, brow creased with despair, "Aren't friends supposed to trust each other?"

The question knocked you for six. Unsure if it was rhetorical, you chose to stay quiet and, sure enough, Simon expounded. "Aren't friends supposed to tell each other things, even if it's hard? Even if they think it might hurt? Because, at the end of the day, you chose that person to be there for you no matter what. And that person chose you right back."

No questions asked. Your voice overlapped with Xavier's, years worth of emotional petitions for comfort and unbiased support echoing in your head.

Thinking of your friend, you wondered, "Is this about Nicole leaving with Xavier after lunch?"

Simon seemed surprised by the news, yet, after a second, confirmed, "Yeah. Uh, yeah, it's about that."

He stared at his feet, arms folded tightly across his middle, chewed his lip as he pondered what he wanted to disclose. Finally, "I just want to be there for her, but it's like she won't let me. And it sucks." His voice was damp with pain. "And now she's pissed and she's shut me out and...I don't know what to do."

When he raised his head again, you almost choked on the sorrow in his eyes. You wanted to hug him, hold him, cry. Here was a boy whose best friend had, for all intents and purposes, left him behind, and now he was scared he'd lost someone else.

The mounting sadness radiating from Simon made your eyes sting. You had no clue how to comfort him, not like you did Xavier or Mathilda, the two people you'd chosen and who'd chosen you back.

The strength of secondhand emotion chipped away at you, threatened to shatter you into a thousand anguished pieces, but just as you thought you would break, a familiar warmth sunk into the cracks. The sensation blossomed upward and concentrated behind your ribs, loosening a deep breath of relief.

Absently, you shifted your hand the slightest bit away from where it rested against your thigh, the movement undetectable unless one was looking for it. The warmth grew, contented and safe, and then—a whisper of fingertips across the back of your hand, there and gone.

You didn't move, kept your gaze on Simon; simply waited for Wally to enter your periphery. His back was to you, his hand returning to his jacket pocket as he, Rhonda, and a couple of others walked toward the end of the hall. You vaguely saw him split from the rest of the group, Wally going left while the other three went right.

Simon swallowed, mournful, and he rasped, "What do I do?"

Invigorated by Wally's touch, you planted yourself in front of Simon, placed your hands on his shoulders, and urged him to, "Talk to her. People knock communication like it's some cringe cliché, but it's the best way to resolve things." He nodded, weak but resolute, and you dragged him into a hug. "Trust me," You said, "Just be honest and listen. You don't have to understand everything, you just have to accept it."

Simon chuckled wetly, squeezed you tighter for an instant before releasing you.

"Thanks."

"Any time." And you meant it in your bones. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah," Simon said, scrubbing the back of his wrist over his eyes, "I'll be fine." He cleared his throat, "Listen, um, I forgot something in the cafeteria, but if you want to wait I could give you a ride home."

Something in his tone suggested the offer was halfhearted, though you appreciated it all the same.

"Nah, it's cool. I have to study." You replied, already positioning yourself to leave. Simon didn't mention that the library was in the other direction, merely flashed you a small, grateful smile.

"See you tomorrow." He saluted.

Free to excuse yourself, you found you had to fight the desire to go go go, hurry, go, that warm sensation purring louder the closer you got to the theater. Fuck making sure the coast was clear, you were supposed to be in there right now; swung the door open with probably a lot more force than necessary.

Wally, who had been sitting on the edge of the stage awaiting your arrival, hopped down as soon as you entered the darkened space, his gaze instantly locking with yours.

One dubious step, two, three, and the warmth fizzled and licked inside you, encouraging your pace to quicken, faster, nearer. You broke into a run, closing the distance, Wally's stare never wavering. With less than a foot remaining, you sprung up, body colliding into his. He caught you easily, held you in his arms with one hand under your thigh and the other around your waist.

No thoughts, no words, no inhibitions; fever-hot and eager; Wally's jaw in your palms, you surged forward and pressed your lips to his.

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PART SEVEN - PART NINE

also available on AO3!

MASTERLIST

[softgreengrass]

would you be willing to do a sad nat one shot? sorry I just need to feel something 💀

Punishment

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: you are dead (sorry) and nat has to live with that 😞 (most of this takes place inside of a dream hopefully it’s not too confusing)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: death,, referenced torture

Author’s Note: sorry this is on the shorter side! tysm for requesting ☺️ i also use fanfiction to feel so hopefully it’s sad enough for you

It’s a nightmare, like always. You’re there, like always.

“Nat!” your voice rings out, light and sweet in the hazy morning light, and Natasha rolls over, burying her face in your side of the bed. It’s still warm. “Nat!”

“Five more minutes,” she grumbles back.

Your footsteps come to a stop next to the bed. “I made cinnamon rolls, you know.”

Natasha smiles to herself. It all feels so, so real. The sheets smell like your lotion, and the sun is pale through the curtains, just like it always is in winter. How it was the last winter you were with her.

You poke her shoulder. “Aren’t you supposed to be a superspy? Get up.”

“I’m off the clock,” she says, sitting up anyways. The glimmer in your eyes looks so real. Her lungs tighten at that, and she wraps her arms around your waist, hugging you tight.

You laugh and run your fingers through her hair. “Missed me that much, huh?”

She closes her eyes and sinks deeper into you, praying as hard as she ever has. Begging for just one more life with you. She remembers how to breathe again as you scratch her scalp gently and lean into her embrace, and she inhales you again.

After far too little time passes, you rest your hands on her shoulders. “Come on, baby. They’re gonna get cold.”

She lets you lead her out of the bedroom, hands intertwined. The apartment looks just how you left it. Because it’s so easy to, she slips back into routine. Like you’re there every day when she wakes up. She tugs open the blinds over the sink and waters the plants on the windowsill; you pour two cups of coffee. You sit down at the table together like it’s any old Saturday.

“What’s with you today?” you ask with a slight smile, immediately pulling a cinnamon roll from the pan.

“Me?” Natasha replies.

“No, the milkman.”

She grins, shaking her head. “Sorry. I don’t know, I’m just out of it.”

“Well, you’re not too out of it to talk crossword, right?”

God, she had forgotten about that. You’ve been on a crossword kick lately, though you heavily rely on Natasha’s knowledge bank of language and policy and science. Really, you mostly cover the pop culture clues. “Never.”

You spread the newspaper out between the both of you and drop a pencil in front of her. “I’ll start with down, you’ll start with across?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You scribble down some answers, eyebrows furrowed.

Natasha stands up for a moment, just to get the cream, but when she turns back around she’s not in the kitchen anymore. She’s strapped to that chair, staring at you in that cell. Your eyes are bloodshot. The dreams always wind up here, no matter how innocently they start, and Natasha’s stomach churns.

“Nat,” you croak, and her heart shatters for the millionth time.

She thrashes against her restraints, but they must be made of fucking vibranium because they cut into her wrists without budging. She doesn’t have any tricks up her sleeve — she’s in her pajamas, for God’s sake. No widow’s bite or portable EMP. Not even a way to signal Clint.

“Nat, please,” you beg, your voice as raw as the bruises on your face.

“I’m going to-” she says, struggling against the restraints again. “I’m going to get you out.”

But of course, she can’t. She might as well be a bronze statue in that chair. They’re going to make her watch you die again.

She racks her brain for as long as she can, fights the excruciating dejá vu. Maybe something will be different this time. Maybe she can get someone’s attention, some lackey she can convince to let her out. She’ll murder them all, then. Murder them and take you home.

A vent catches her eye, in the corner of your cell. You don’t have much at your disposal, but there’s a food tray on the floor that might work. She has to say your name three times before you recognize it.

“What?” you ask suddenly, eyes wide.

“I need you to try something, okay?”

You’re weak. You’ve been there for days at the minimum, been under intense interrogation lights and an array of torture methods. Natasha was the one trained for that, not you. “I don’t know…”

“Please.”

You swallow iron-tinged spit.

“Can you break that in half?” Natasha whispers, flicking her eyes to the tray. She doesn’t remember if you’re under surveillance or not. She figures you must be.

Your hands shake as you reach for it. It must be tin, that’s how flimsy and light it is, but you know you don’t have the strength to break it by hand. That ship sailed about three gut punches ago. You’d vomited out everything but your will to live, though that was fading fast too.

“Use your legs,” Natasha hisses like she can read your mind. “Stick it under something, get leverage.”

The sight of you stumbling to the bunk sends fire up her throat. She’s going to burn them all alive.

You wedge the tray under one of the bunk’s legs and pull up on the other side before stepping down on it as hard as you can. All it does is fold in half.

“Fuck,” Natasha mutters. “Can you rip it? With your teeth or something?”

You’re pretty sure your teeth would fall out if you so much as bite an apple, so you drive the tray down on the sharpest edge you can find: the corner of the tiny sink. Later, Natasha will think about how strange it was that the cell had so many amenities. She’ll come up with triple the ways to escape. All too late.

The corner pierces it, and you claw at the hole until the tray is split in half. It slices your fingers in more places than you can count.

“Use it on the vent,” Natasha says. Despite herself, she feels an ember of hope in her chest. You’d never gotten this close before. She can barely watch as you balance on top of the sink, trying to shove the sharp little metal sheet into the seam between the vent and wall. It’s slippery with blood.

A door in the cell she hadn’t even noticed swings open. A man in black storms in. Before she can get a word out, he grabs you, throws you to the ground.

Natasha recoils, forcing her eyes back open as quickly as possible. He kicks you, over and over, and you cry for mercy.

Her restraints seem to tighten. They cut off her circulation, so that not even dislocating her wrists would let her save you. She’s absolutely helpless. You sob and curl into yourself, and she’s sure she’s never felt such anguish before. But she has, and she certainly will again.

Her eyes shoot open to dark ceiling. She’s in the living room, using the couch like a cot. She still hasn’t brought herself to touch the bed you made. She probably never will.

She drags herself to her feet and shuffles to the kitchen counter, turning on the electric kettle. Only chamomile helps her breathe now.

All those people she’d managed to kill. All those missions she’d executed to perfection, for the Red Room and HYDRA and Fury. All of the people caught in the crossfire of her tunnel vision. And yet, in the single most important moment of her life, she had failed. Failed.

She figures it could’ve been karma. A cosmic punishment for the arrogance of trying to wipe her slate clean. With that much sin to atone for, she shouldn’t be able to live happily. That’s what the universe seems to think, at least.

[xviiperr]

Yantober Day 1

Link to Ozzgin's prompts! Thank you so much for putting this together for the community, @ozzgin !

This is the first time I have ever done an October drawing challenge and what better than to draw for one of my favorite hyperfixations!

Today's prompt was: "Love At First Sight" and I had put together a scrappy drawing of a character concept I've had for a while now!

It's not perfect but, I did enjoy drawing one of my yandere OCS 🙏 I can't wait to show you guys day 2!

TW: Bright colors, blood!

To be completely honest, I hadn't a clue what I was doing. Anyhoo, this guy's name is Jean-Luc and they're an interesting robo/person. Jean-Luc uses they/them pronouns and I tried to model their color scheme off of the nonbinary flag!

The idea that I had for their character is that they are a person who was infected by an AI that gradually took over its host's body and fused the human's mind with the AI. Still a work in progress for Mx. Jean-Luc but, enjoy them!

From the sketchbook! :

EDITS TO POST: I forgot to @ the creator 💀 and I added the sketchbook drawing! I don't do digital much because it's a little tricky for me to work with haha! But, I'm making it a challenge to experiment with a new medium this year 💪

[base0h]

When you go out with a bad outfit on purpose

a/n - I’m getting better, just had surgery and I’m on the mend 👍

Warnings ⚠️ - none, g/n reader

knows it’s so bad but won’t say anything because they’re too nice | “uh- looks great…”

.✩ chopper, sanji, jimbei, whitebeard, marco, corazon

fashion? don’t know them | “I dunno and I don’t care y/n.”

.✩ zoro, luffy (i don’t think he could care less tbh lmao)

it’s not your outfit that looks bad, it’s theirs | “what do you mean I can’t wear socks and sandals?!”

.✩ shanks (have you seen those ugly ass pants?) roger (he’d come out with the dad sandals with knee high socks, shorts, no shirt) crocodile (alabasta was a whole different story 💀) usopp (dude you can’t wear a shirt and not wear one at the same time) buggy (I don’t have to explain)

takes one look at you and forces you to go change | “y/n don’t you dare embarrass me. You can’t wear fucking blue with bright fucking yellow.”

.✩ doffy (would buy you all these nice clothes only for you to wear that 💀)

they don’t say anything, but their looks and very discreet clues give it away | “no it looks great y/n- 😬😐💀”

.✩ sabo (y/n, do you wanna go to your favorite store today?), ace (hey babe wanna wear my hoodie? It’s kinda cold!), rayleigh (you wanna just stay inside today?..), smoker (would put his jacket over you so no one would see it 😭)

you thought you’d get away with it? no. | “honey no. This’ll flatter your shape and skin tone better. Wtf are you wearing-“

.✩ izou (man has amazing fashion sense), nami, brook (knows every single designer brand that would suit you so well), buggy (not great at deciding what to wear for himself) boa

so nice about it and will make sure you know that they can help you with choosing different outfits that look better on you | “oh y/n, here! this will look absolutely wonderful on you :)”

.✩ robin (would carry all the shopping bags and be the most supportive person ever when you’re trying stuff on 🥺), kiku, shakky, monet, brook

thinks you look amazing in everything | “looks the same as every single other one.”

.✩ zoro, luffy, oden, yamato (man thinks you’re an Angel or goddess/god)

doesn’t say anything, but the way they look at you with such disdain forces you to go change

.✩ mihawk (man would just say: “y/n no. Not today please.”) law

(doesn’t know how to help, but knows that the outfit you’re wearing sucks ass)

mf just says “ew” when he sees you

.✩ kidd (wtf y/n you look ugly asf 💀)

a/n - I love doing these :)

[mvltiwritez1]

Not To Offend - Angela Giarratana x Fem!Reader

Request from @angelagiarratana - “Angela eats something she hates because you made it”

WARNING(S): textural issues

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Beef stroganoff.

Angela's enemy ever since she first tried it at five years old.

And now here she was with a plate of the sludge that is beef, cream of mushroom soup, and noodles in front of her. Ready to be eaten and enjoyed by someone other than her.

She didn't want to risk hurting Y/n's feelings so she psyched herself up to eat a dish she hadn't eaten since she was really young.

Y/n sat down beside Angela, her own plate in front of her now after she served herself. She looks over at Angela with a smile before taking a bite. Angela swallowed thickly and gathered some of the stroganoff on her fork, debating on if she should just bite it or give herself some time.

“If you don’t like it, I won’t be offended. It’s not everyone’s thing. I can order a pizza instead” Y/n said light heartedly, she must’ve noticed Angela not eating or talking at all. Angela blushed slightly and shook her head.

“I’m sure it’s great, I’m just a little spacey today” Angela used her excellent acting skills to explain sheepishly.

“Alright then. Just let me know if you don’t like it okay? I care about you, I will not be upset” Y/n stressed but the tiny voice in the back of her mind told her not to tell the truth and to suck it up.

Angela finally was ready to take a bite and did so, holding it still in her mouth before starting to chew.

The taste wasn’t that bad but the texture was way more uncomfortable than Angela remembered. So much so that the sounds in her own head caused her to shiver slightly out of discomfort.

Y/n kept watch through her peripheral vision. Hoping that if Angela didn’t like it, she would speak up.

But Angela didn’t.

She swallowed the bite roughly and took another bite. She shivered again uncontrollably and Y/n pulled the plate that was in front of Angela away slowly.

“Ange.” Y/n spoke softly and Angela swallowed again. She smiled at Y/n disingenuously, her mask slipping ever so slightly.

“What’s up?” She asked, looking at the plate.

“You’re not eating this anymore. I can tell you don’t like it” Y/n didn’t sound disappointed and a wave of relief washed over Angela.

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings” Angela let her head down to look at her nails, her voice dripping in guilt. Y/n chuckled softly

“I told you it’s okay, I’m not hurt by it. Plus, there’s more leftovers for me to have” Y/n replied, her tone soft and comforting as it normally was.

“I’m so glad that you’re not offended. It’s just the texture and I tried it only when I was a kid so I hoped I would like it more now that I’m older” Angela rambled slightly, looking back at Y/n, who was smiling back at her.

“Of course I’m not. Let’s order a pizza” Y/n offered and Angela smiled softly.

“Let’s” she replied.

They ended up getting a pizza and watching movie musicals until late in the night.

A/N: short one, I know. Usually my fics run to 1000 words minimum but this is around 536. Also, I had no clue what dish to use so I wrote about Beef stroganoff 💀 hope you enjoy!

[just-a-floofy-catt]

I HAVE RETURNED WITH MORE UTY

I have absolutely no clue why i did this

But i had an urge to put him in the cone of shame

So i did

I was listening to Lovejoy and even though this is not really inspired by the song at all, there was one line in Consequences that just implanted this idea in my head and i couldnt help myself XD

Hes trying to flirt

Smol Farmer boi serenades you :3

And also a very shaped Dalv in his cloak

I AM LEGALLY OBLIGATED TO DRAW EVERY CHARACTER I REALLY LIKE IN A DRESS AT SOME POINT

its like a tradition XD

I just really like putting my favourite characters in fun pretty outfits lmao, and that happens to include dresses too

And a dress sure as hell aint gonna stop him from shootin >:3

I did also have one more doodle from today but idk how to feel about it 💀

It looks kinda weird cus the posing is off, and its also a tad suggestive lmao

So im still contemplating it being shown

But now im off to go and draw even more XD ✨️

[msallurea]

Part 2 of whatever mystery guy manifesting me:

YALL LMFOAOAOA so as yall know from a couple posts back I had mentioned that I had dreams of some guy who I had no clue who it was and was saying affs in my head that I never even thought about making up and came to the conclusion someone is manifesting me right? OK so for a while the dreams did stop and wasn't as crazy...so today the person crossed my mind again in a bit of a blur image of how this person looks right? So last night I fell asleep and just was like "tomorrow I'm gonna see signs of what this person is like". I even opened my pinterest and made a board called "him" for a little razzle dazzle mind u i didnt save anything in it yet.

Fast forward to today yall tell me why i opened up pinterest and my pins were flooded with a bunch of different dudes LMFAOOAOA💀 But as I'm saving the photos taking them all in I kept noticing they all had this similar "angsty teen" theme look to them where they were kind rough and masculine looking but in a good way?😭 so yall me being the overthinking sucker I am I thought "ok person if you're real then give me a message that you're there" ....yall I refreshed my pinterest and was randomly scrolling and then..

...YALL LMFOAOA😭😭😭

And what's actually crazy is that the dreams the writing font is eerily similar apparently this person writes love letters or is just a really good writer and I kept getting like little intuitive feelings the person aura was kinda similar to eminem in the 2000s aka his slim shady era. Mind you I don't have any pins of eminem in my pinterest, tell me why this the pic that comes after I refreshed

I AM SO DONE LFMAOSOSOK😭😭

[evolnoomym]

Ohhhhhh what do we have here ?????? Is that a snippet from that Killer!Moon x Joel Fic?????? A moodboard????????

Oh yes it is 😏😏😏🌙🔪

(Btw Joel now will be a sheriff, police officer, agent or idk something like that. 😂)

Not beta read (next time I swear)💀💀💀

People who seemed interested : @aurorawritestoescape @clawdee 🙏🏻

For Joel there’s been two significant changes, both in his work life and private life. One bad and the other good. Equally impactful for Joel.

He was never happier yet also never more concerned for Austin and its residents.

6 months ago the number of missing people, especially when it comes to men, went up without any explanation. It got worse when the first body’s, or more whatever was left behind, would be found. Whoever was doing this knew exactly what they were doing, the remains could usually never get identified. No fingerprints, no teeth and no personal items that could give any clue to who it was. Missing cases now turned into murder investigations and that meant increasingly more pressure. 

His only respite?

You.

He met you approximately 3 months ago, at the garden store you worked at. You were tending to the plants when he approached asking about a plant for beginners, Tommy, he was moving in with Maria and the plant would be a housewarming gift. 

He felt drawn to you almost instantly. A sweet and kind nature, appealing to him. He came back to the store multiple times after, under the disguise of needing “more plants” and you definitely caught on to what he was doing. To Joel’s surprise you were not opposed to flirting with him in the slightest. Next he asked you out and the rest was history.

He loved you.

Today was date night, you had cooked a delicious spaghetti carbonara and poured him his favorite whiskey but all Joel could think about was the most recently discovered body. 

You on the other hand were unaware of Joel’s inner turmoil, no, you enjoyed the spaghetti and thoughts about which movie the two of you should watch later.

“You know,” he spoke up and you looked at him “there’s been a new one.” 

You looked away from him momentarily, swallowed and then turned back to him with raised brows “Really?” He only hummed in conformation. 

You mulled over the news “They know who it is?” There was no emotion in your voice, it sounded clinical. 

“Course not,” he sighed, “they think it’s all connected.” 

“What?”

“The cases from up north, down south and maybe even further out.” He closed his eyes and started anxiously rubbing at the patch on his jaw with one hand.

Your warm hand engulfing his laying on the table pulled him out of his stupor “I’m sorry Joel, I know all of this is hard on you” he opened his eyes to your gorgeous smile and warm eyes. His comfort place personified. 

Your touch, that is all it takes to get rid of the gut wrenching feeling. He lifts the hand you are holding onto, up to his lips to press soft kisses on the back of your hand.

In between he whispers “How did I get so lucky,” smooth talker “such a darlin and you’re all mine.” 

Poor Joel has no idea that the devil might as well sit right next to him. 

It’s not like you don’t love him too, no, you do. He is wonderful, despite being 20 years older he was not any less capable. A loving man, with a great personality, cooking skills, sense of humor and someone who knows how to use their cock. Sex with Joel was a spectacular experience. Even with his busy schedule he still took his time to properly take you apart, those nights ended with an inability to walk, a sore pussy and ruined sheets. 

He was perfect and as much as you tried to not let it get this far you know there’s absolutely no going back.

©️ evolnoomym 2024. Please don’t repost, copy, translate, or feed into any AI. Support your fellow creators by reblogging, commenting, and liking!

[carbondioxidewater]

hi lmao, what is this. my first time doing smut, I have no idea what I'm doing. eren, what have you done to me. 🫣 I'm so ashamed, I never wanted to do smut, but now I'm here laughing lmaoooo 💀💀💀 sorry for any mistakes I haven't noticed yet btw <3

warnings: nsfw, eren x fem!reader, age gap, slightly obsessive/possesive eren?, slight stalking, fingering, oral (f!receiving)

word count: 4,5K

Senses

When Eren Jaeger met his best friends stepmom for the first time, he held his breath for a second. The world stood still for him as he imprinted your face into his head and, unable to speak properly, stuttered when he introduced himself. From that moment on, Eren gave up on every girl that wasn't you, not that you were aware of it though.

He never understood why a young and beautiful woman like you - barely 22 - dated this far too old and grumpy 36-year old man, who also happened to be a single father to a teenage kid. How could a boring man like him pull you? You were perfect, the most beautiful creature he has ever laid eyes on. He did not deserve you, he thought, his pubescent 15-year old self overwhelmed by the high testosterone in his body.

He often imagined kissing you, caressing your skin, and doing way more dirty things with you. But you never had a clue, always welcoming him like the child that he was, obviously never remotely seeing him as anything other than the best friend of your stepson.

That was until you met him again, almost 7 years later and in his prime time, girls and boys of every age stunned at the bare sight of him.

You were just casually grocery shopping - you ran out of potatoes a few days ago and you needed them for today's meal - when Eren approached you out of the blue. It took you quite a few seconds to recognize the tall male in front of you, the last time you've seen him was ages ago, his existence almost vanished from your memory. He was not only taller than you now, he also grew out his now long hair that was tied up in a man-bun, and you were sure the muscles around his veiny arms weren't there last time.

You welcomed him with a smile at this coincidental encounter.

Coincidental…If you only knew that Eren was watching you from afar ever since he recognized you a few weeks ago, observing your every move whenever he spotted you in the supermarket again.

He never forgot about you, but saying that he didn't move on with his life after you left his best friends father - which shattered his world back then, he never liked him with you, but it was the only chance of seeing you - would be a lie. Luckily, his best friend and you stayed in contact, so he stayed in touch with you too for a while, trying some minor moves here and there when they were in your apartment, but as always, you didn't take it seriously, you never did. You never paid attention to his lovesick eyes, overlooked his flirtatious behaviour towards you and took the various pick-up lines or compliments as cheeky, juvenile jokes.

One year on Valentine's Day, you were still with his best friends father, he bought you your favourite flowers and chocolate, he knew all your favourites, he paid a lot of attention already back then, and a self-made card, but you just laughed at his innocence, telling him he should have given the gifts to a girl he liked and not you.

The answer upset him. You were the girl he liked, the woman he liked, the woman he adored.

But he had to give up on you eventually, seeing he had no chance of ever crossing the barrier that's between the two of you. He distracted himself and only visited his friend when he was at his father's.

But now he was older. Now, he wouldn't give up on you anymore. Now, he was going to have you, all of you.

Eren is quite the sight now, with his sharp bone structure and those stinging, green eyes and oh, his voice. His alluring, deep voice that made the knees of everyone near him weak. Not you though, you were not aware of his seductive aura, not yet. But he would change that.

"Eren? What a surprise! I haven't seen you in ages! Didn't even recognize you at first!" you exclaimed with a smile, a smile that did outworldly damage to his heart and trousers.

"How are you doing?" you further asked.

You chatted for a while, updating each other on your current lives before heading to the checkout to pay.

After you both paid for your things, Eren only bought a protein shake - he was only there for you in the first place, knowing at what time you usually go to the supermarket - while you had two full bags of groceries, Eren offered to drive you home in his car, not letting a lady carry her heavy bags around the city on her own, as he said.

"Ah, they are not that heavy and I'm not that weak, you know. Still, thanks for offering." you excused yourself but he didn't let his chance slip away.

"I know you aren't, but it's on my way, if you still live where you used to. Really no big deal." he lied.

On his way? He had nowhere to be, coming the extra mile for you from the other part of the town where he lived, even though the girl that was the reason he's been in this district the past few months in the first place was probably waiting for his call. But she was long forgotten, you're the only one in his thoughts again. It's safe to say that he is a little obsessed even.

You agreed hesitantly and soon you were seated next to him in his car. As if to impress you, he held the wheel with just one hand, the other one placed on top of the gear shift, indirectly bringing up his ability of placing his hand up the thighs of whoever sat beside him while driving.

While thinking of doing that on yours, he smirked a little, unnoticed by you though.

"So, how has the rest of your life been going? Did you find your Mr. Right finally?" he cautiously asked the question he feared of having the answer to, the one reason he didn't dare to approach you earlier on.

He awaited your response with a quickening heart-beat, discreetly side-eyeying you. You just let out a little chuckle.

"No, not yet, I'm good on my own." you shortly replied before continuing.

Thank the gods, he thought in relief.

"And what about you? Did you find a worthy girlfriend already?" you teasingly asked, an innocent grin slightly spreading on your face.

Hell yes he did.

"Working on it." he briefly responded and you didn't know he meant you.

You nodded in response.

"Good luck then, I hope this works out." you smiled at him and his heart was missing a beat.

"Me too." he voiced, eyes not leaving yours for what felt like an eternity for him, until the traffic lights turned green and he softly let out a cough to escape his daydreaming.

It's been just a few seconds in reality though, so you did not take note of the sudden tenseness radiating next to you.

When you arrived he insisted on carrying his things to your apartment for you. You wanted to turn him down - without success.

When he stepped inside your housing, the fresh smell of the apartment together with your own personal smell that he loved and missed so much made the way up to his nose. Just smelling your perfume as you passed by resulted in his pants getting tighter. He could hide it pretty well though, his oversized joggers not letting the sight of it come through.

In the kitchen, he finally put your bags down and tucked the loose strands of his hair behind his ear, they immediately fell back down though, too short to be tucked in. He walked around a little, reminiscing in nostalgia before noticing the flowers in the living room and speaking up again.

"Who are they from?" he asked, panicking over the possibility that you were seeing another man.

"Are tulips your favourite flowers?" They weren't. He knew your favourites were bluebells. But he couldn't let you know he knows.

"Actually, my favourites are bluebells, but I like tulips too." you replied to him.

"Whoever got you these must be an unmindful dirtbag then." he impudently announced and you laughed.

"Well, you could say that." you said with a chuckle.

"But enough talking about meaningless stuff, can I offer you a drink? I have water, apple juice or tea-…" you listed.

Meaningless stuff? Nothing about you was meaningless to Eren, he wants to know everything about you.

"Just water please, thanks."

"No need to thank me, that's the least I can do to pay back your help."

"You don't have to pay back anything. I insisted on it, you don't owe me a thing." he quickly made clear, not wanting you to feel as if you're in his debt.

"Wow, I wish my boyfriends would've had this mindset." you joked while heading to the kitchen, Eren slowly following you.

"You might as well make me your boyfriend then." Eren remarked and you thought he was kidding until you saw the stern expression in his face.

He stepped closer to you, seducing eyes laid on yours as your back leaned against the fridge. The lust was written all over his face, the latter coming nearer and closer to yours. Your heart quickened its pace and a certain nervousness went through your body. He stopped right before your face.

"Kiiiddinggg" he then voiced lowly and you were taken aback. Never before did you feel such unknown feelings around him, around anyone to be specific.

You've never felt nervous around other men, only felt comfort with your previous partners. No butterflies in your stomach, no increasing heart-beat. You dated out of reason, not passion.

But in this moment, your lower belly started to tingle uncomfortably and you noticed a sensation that was only familiar to you because it appeared whenever you were expected to introduce an important presentation at work.

You didn't catch up on the fact that it was in fact Eren who made you feel like that due to the unknown feelings inside of you. You thought you were just stressed about something subsconciously.

You didn't realize yet that, from now on, you'll start to see Eren with different eyes. But you would understand soon, Eren would make sure of that.

It wasn't until the next time you saw Eren with your former stepson - standing at your door - that you discovered that the uneasiness swarming over your body was actually his doing. You tried to shake off those thoughts and feelings, in your eyes he was still the youngster, although a small part of you slowly started to see the young, attractive man he bloomed into.

And the fact that he suddenly showed up everywhere you set a foot on, making sneaky and flirty remarks here and there, consuming your mind like an unquenchable, raging fire didn't make things easier. You didn't know if your brain was tricking you and you were seeing things that weren't there or if Eren's presence, this threatening but exciting aura, was really there when you couldn't make out his figure.

But you didn't oversee his obvious attemps anymore. All of a sudden, bundles of bluebells were sent your door in regular intervals and your former stepson and his best friend came over surprisingly often. You even started to tell your friends about it, being ashamed of your own, baffling feelings, but they didn't see the clear problematic, even telling you to go after it and enjoy yourself.

"He's only 23. This feels weird." you said, talking into the microphone of your phone.

"You were just 22 too when you dated this lame old man." a friend of yours remarked.

You chuckled at her response, she never liked your ex. It was true, you were very young the time you dated him, but you never regretted it, thinking you were mature enough for this relationship. But now that you were in this situation, you didn't know if Eren was mature enough. Of course you didn't plan to ever go after your weird new feelings, but just rhetorically thinking about it: 6 1/2 years is a huge gap, especially considering that at his age, he still isn't completely grown up.

Eren knew how obvious he was. That was his plan ever since he saw the nervosity in your eyes in the kitchen. Seeing you like this, behaving clumsily on his account, only fueled his hunger for you. Finally, your eyes were directed at him.

It was another day of Eren and your Ex's son visiting you. Usually, whenever your stepson headed over for the night, he was staying in your guest room. Tonight was one of those nights and this time, Eren was staying too.

The bare presence of him made you uneasy. You went around your living room, back and forth between the window on the one side and the door at the opposite, when it suddenly ringed at the door. You knew who it was.

Eren in the guest room listened carefully to the soft timbre of your voice.

"Go home, Caleb, I have guests. I told you it's over." you quietly muttered, your Ex, or could you even call him that, you've only met up a few times before you called it quits, continued walking up the stairs to your apartment.

"Your stepson again? Really, you should finally end this, how long have you and his father been separated now? Why are you still in touch with him?" he growled and you rolled your eyes.

"He will always be part of my life." you commented, even though your relationship now is more of a brotherly-sisterly one.

Eren curiously asked his friend who the man on the other side of the door was.

"I don't know, probably one of her thousand admirers…Don't tell me you still have a crush on her." he grinned, one brow raised as he awaited his best friend's answer.

Eren just smirked.

"What if I had?" he cockily asked.

"Never gonna happen bro, forget about her. She's out of your league. Literally."

"Just wait and see." Eren hummed, arms behind his head as he smiled against the door, eavesdropping once again.

"Come on, let me in, I just want to talk a little." the man in front of you pleaded.

"I told you everything you need to know. Now, would you be so kind to leave, I'm tired." you stated but he didn't listen. Instead, he shoved you aside and pushed himself inside.

"I don't think you did. I won't leave until I'm pleased with the answer. I sent you flowers, you forgot? Those were expensive, you owe me some time." he announced, his voice deeper than before.

That's when the door to the guest room opened and someone interfered the two of you, hand gripping Caleb's and back facing your body as he looked down at the unwelcomed man.

"She doesn't owe you a thing. Those were expensive? Yeah, they also were the wrong ones. You could've at least put some effort and bring her her favourites. If I heard it right, she told you to leave." Eren remarked and you looked up at him in shock.

Caleb, overwhelmed with the situation when a second guy came out of the room and positioned himself next to Eren, walked a few steps back before making poor excuses.

"Save your words, I don't care anyways. Get out of here. Now." Eren harshly threatened and Caleb did as he said, whispering cusses under his breath.

"And next time, you respect her decision, and not just when another man shows up!" Eren added before closing the door. Even though this mentality should be the bare minimum, you couldn't deny that it was attractive to you.

"Sorry for interfering, are you okay?" he then asked and you quickly fell out of your trance and revisioned what has just happened.

"I don't think he would've done anything I couldn't have handled myself, but thanks anyways." you kind of thanked him, a little hesitant due to your independent nature.

Eren smiled warmly.

"I know you could have. But why should you use your energy for this piece of shit? He doesn't deserve your attention." Eren noted.

He doesn't, but I do. Save your energy for me. he thought.

"Because it's my business, not yours." you let out a little rudely.

Eren was too stunned to speak as you made your way back into the living room. Of course you wouldn't be that easy to persuade. The most thrilling part of the hunt is the chase. But obviously, he doesn't just want to have you once, he wants to have you forever. And most importantly, he wants you to choose him out of your own desire.

A few hours later, you were already growing tired, it was past midnight after all, you were making your way up to the bathroom. When you opened the door, a bare-chested Eren was standing in front of the sink, eyes glued to the mirror in front of him, busy with his shirtless reflection. He immediately noticed the intruder, promptly locking eyes with you. You too were busy with his shirtless figure in front of you, turning red from embarassment, especially because you found him so shamelessly appealing.

You shut the door instantly after forcing out a quick but faint "sorry" and went straight into the kitchen, drinking a glass of water to cool down while glancing out the window.

Soon enough, Eren left the bathroom and followed your trail. You mentally prepared yourself and turned around, but when you saw he was still shirtless, you turned your head again, not knowing where to look as it was pitch black, the only source of light being the glowing moonlight.

He came nearer until the moon kissed his face and all his marvellous features were visible. He stopped right in front of you, peering down as he mustered you sharply while your wide eyes looked up at him. His eyes were relaxed but his gaze intensely fixated at you and his mouth was closed as he calmly in- and exhaled air through his nose, his firmed chest and toned shoulders rising and falling with each breath.

The heat rose through your core at his sudden closeness and the thought of his well-trained eight-pack that was almost touching your skin. You felt like you were going insane, going feral over his piercing eyes and muscular abs like this.

"I'm sorry for invading…" you articulated, your body betraying you with a trembling voice. Eren's gaze intensified before his deep voice reached your ears.

"It's your property." he claimed, referring to your apartment with the intention of telling you not to worry. You stood silent and just gawked at his beautiful physique, which unconsciously drew you closer to him. He noticed.

"So am I." he further stated and it took you a while to process his words, your eyes still overwhelmed by the direct sight of him.

"…what?" you silently asked, not completely yourself yet and still lost in his eyes.

"I'm yours I mean." he repeated.

"..If you want me." he corrected himself, needing your approval.

"Eren…what are you saying. You're 23-"

"Doesn't matter."

"You're his best friend-."

"Doesn't. Matter."

He was persistent.

"You're tired, go to bed." you said after a while, straightening your posture and furrowing your eyebrows because you were overstrained by the current situation.

"Tired?" he laughed before continuing.

"Yeah, tired of admiring you from afar."

You were unable to speak.

"Just say no and I'll go." he took your right hand into his and led it to his mouth, gently kissing it.

"But if there is just the slightest part of you that wants this-" he turned your hand around, kissing your palm now and meeting your gaze, observing you closely.

"..then let me know and I'll do everything to please you." he closed his eyes and concentrated on the brief peck, leading your hand to his cheek and nestling his face into it then.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked after a pause.

"No." you slipped out of reflex. When you realized your answer, and the promptness it came with, you quickly diverted the focus.

"B-but what's with-"

"He's asleep. Don't worry, I'll be gentle and we'll be silent." he reassured.

That's the only thing that has stopped you. In this moment, you couldn't deny the excitement inside of you anymore. You needed him, more than you wanted to admit.

A quick nod was everything he needed to get started. Immediately, he pushed his mouth on yours, passionately making out with your puffy lips. His lips were soft and experienced, you could tell by the way he moved them, dominantly taking the lead to your content. He softly bit your bottom lip, then licked over it, connecting your tongue with his as soon as you opened up.

One hand he placed at the back of your head, pulling you even closer against him, the other was holding your hip, occasionally travelling over your butt then roughly pushing your leg up towards him and against his waist. You could feel his dick hardening in his pants as he reflexively grinded against you. But today was not for his pleasure. Today, he would make sure of your well-being, thinking of your delight as his only need of satisfaction.

The kiss was hot, a burning sensation that made you lust for more, but at the same time it was tender, a fondness inside of his raw attitude that you have never felt before. When he separated both of your lips, you already missed his taste, a mix of peppermint toothpaste and coconut lip balm. He slowly got onto his knees.

"Let me apologize properly." he spoke about the incident at the door earlier.

"Take my forgiveness." were his last words before he lifted up your night gown and caressed the fabric of your underwear.

Your still clothed pussy was already dripping of arousal at the warm touch, his fingers brushing against your lingerie until he shoved it down, your bare vulva now exposed to him, increasing the already present bulge in his pants.

Holy shit, he thought, you truly were perfect.

He made use of his long, slender fingers again and started rubbing your clit, scanning your face to make sure you enjoyed yourself. When you shut your eyes close and hummed in response, he knew he was doing good and joy grew inside of him.

When he felt like the time was ready and you were worked up enough, he shoved a finger inside of you, planting another in right after. You let out a loud moan at this sudden penetration, regretting it immediately as you remembered the sleeping man in the guest room.

"Shhh, we don't want to wake up a certain someone, do we?" Eren teased, continuing his still slower pace.

"You were looking at the moon when I came in. Go back to doing it." he raised his hand and pressed your chin up. Your back was leaned against the window seat, torso hovering over it and head tilted back in your neck as you watched the scenery upside down.

Eren couldn't believe his eyes, you bented over him like that was all he ever wished for.

When he made sure you were in the position he wanted, he shoved a third finger inside of your cunt and quickened the pace. Simultaneously, he took your slip and tucked it into your mouth, stifling your whines.

"Shhh princess, just listen to the sound of your pretty, wet folds."

This sentence alone made you go feral and when all of a sudden he started using his tongue to lick over your clit, you couldn't contain yourself anymore, rolling your eyeballs back in pure bliss. His tongue-game was just too good to be true.

"That's my good girl." he praised when he saw you were struggling and fighting to hold in your moans, using your one hand to tug at his hair and push him nearer while your other arm rested on the surface below you.

"Nah-uh!" Eren denied when you bowed your head, pushing it back again by your chin.

"I know it's hard angel, but I need you to concentrate. Can you do that for me?" Eren asked, glancing up to you and searching for approval.

You affirmed and obeyed, trying to focus on the moon again.

This was so nasty, so dangerous, so wrong, but it felt so right, the way he spoiled your core with his thought-out movements. It was a game of senses, and you loved every second of it.

Eren enjoyed the sight more than anything in his entire life, finally, he thought, he got a taste of what he craved for so long. And your juices were tastier than he could've ever imagined. He took your legs and placed them on top of his shoulders, one at a time, so you wouldn't lose your balance, so that he had a better view and an even better access to your entrance.

"Shit, you'll be the death of me. What a sweet fucking cunt." he cussed between your folds, his low voice vibrating against your skin as his nails digged into the skin of your ass.

It was him now who had to suppress his moans, cock twitching and stretching his pants until it began to hurt. He's never been this hard, what on earth were you and your delicious pussy doing to him?

You felt your release coming, walls clenching fiercely around his fingers. He took notice of it and understood. He quickened his pace, taking in all of your pussy that he could, eating you out like his life depended on it and doing god's work while at it.

The rapid change was too intense for you to not flood you with satisfaction, drowning in the euphoria of Eren making a mess out of you. You announced your high by mildly swinging your legs back and forth, whimpering hard against the fabric in your jaw that thankfully dimmed the noises, but not enough for Eren to hear.

"It's alright baby, go on." he encouraged and you did as he said.

You came all over his face, pleasure overtaking your body as you rocked your hips against his head while getting down your high. He took you through your orgasm by continuing tongue-fucking you until all of his fingers left your insides, slowly retreating one after another until your hole was empty and craving for him again.

You both panted as Eren carefully put you down on your own legs again. Standing up, he guided his fingers to his mouth, cleaning them with his own saliva, relishing in the taste of your cream while murmuring a faint "mmmhh" and narrowly holding eye contact with you. The sheer view of him enjoying your essence made your cheeks heaten up. He then took the cloth out of your mouth, adjusted your silky gown and helped you put on your wet underwear after you've recovered.

You were still out of your senses when Eren leaned his forehead against yours.

"You okay?" he asked and you just nodded, taking a glance at the gorgeous male.

"You did so good, so fucking good." he praised you again.

He pecked your forehead when he unexpectedly felt something tugging at his waist. You were grasping the belt of his pants, trying to remove it and undress him, but he quickly stopped you.

"I owe you…that…" you mumbled hazily, hinting at giving him a blowjob.

"No, no, sweetie. No pay-back with me, remember? I'm gonna take care of that later, don't you worry." he assured, but you wanted to protest.

"But-" you began, but he already interrupted you.

"We're saving that for another time. The things I plan to do to you can't be done in silence." he grinned viciously, once again kissing your head before carrying you to your room.

"But now it's time to sleep."

[tvlipsandbread]

Today I read Song of the Magdalene, thanks to my friend (ily Lee <3), anyways, it’s a “Christian novel” but it’s a fictional piece. It entails of the adventures, love and tragedy of Mary Magdalene before she met Jesus. Obviously we have no clue what her life was like, but the book was interesting nonetheless and a good read. So if you already planned to read it at some point here’s a spoiler alert.

So basically the part of the book that consumes my thoughts is the relationship between Miriam ( Mary) and her love interest Abraham. Abraham is cripple, unfortunately the religious people of those times did not view it as an illness or disability, instead they dubbed him an idiot ( he was very intelligent) and cursed, or plagued by evil. Miriam also discovered and hid the fact that she experienced “fits” (she had epilepsy, I think). Anyways they fell in love, and religious or not I think it’s a type of love anyone would want.

Bear with me as I try to get to my point. Her father is rather wealthy, she’s of “age”(she was fifteen💀) and she needs to get married, she’s expected to get married to a proper Jewish man. She’s very independent and unlike the other women in her village, she also has the seizures which she keeps a secret from the majority (which makes her undesirable and not a proper fit,her words not mine). She wants to marry Abraham, but he’s cripple, it would look bad, they aren’t even sure if it was possible to conceive children in the union. So she decides she’ll never marry. Her relationship with Abraham blossoms despite this. In the latter part of the book he gets sick, and everyone in the household can tell that he’ll die. They kiss, sleep side by side, she takes care of him, she’s washed his body, oiled his feet yadda yadda, and it’s suggested that they had sex because she does end up carrying his child. He ends up dying, and her father is on edge about the pregnancy, he didn’t want his grandchild to be a “bastard”. He wished more than anything that Abraham pulled out the ring before he died, that they made their union official and public, forcing the community to accept them, it never happened. I don’t know the exact quote word for word, but Miriam says something kinda like this “married in the eyes of the creator” and calls him her husband.

Now, if anyone even sees this, I know some members of the faith might have something to say about it. It put the whole meaning of marriage in a new perspective for me. Can two people be married before they’ve actually gotten married?. I’ve never been in love so what do I know, but let’s say two people are in love, it’s a pure, honest love that’s pleasing to God. Is it possible (both partners are of faith) that God could bless the union, and accept it as a marriage, even without the ring, or the vows, or the ceremony. I would like to think so. Based on my knowledge, marriage in a spiritual point of view is not about any of those things, isn’t it the joining of two souls under the watchful eye of the Creator?. I’m sure this has been said or discussed before, I just wanted to type my thoughts.

Edit: their relationship kinda reminds me of the song fragile by laufey