#sorry amata

[goldengirlchrissy]

*insert “it’s me, hi, i’m the dumbass, it’s me” meme here*

[azures-grace]

OKAY SO AO3 FUCKED UP THE CHAPTER ORDER

Prologue is now chapter 1, chapter 1 is chapter 2, we rollin' with it

Chapter 1:

chapter 2:

I'm gonna have an aneurysm.

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

i could not give any less of a shit about fallout 4 without dissolving into dust but fallout 3 coulda been so cool so im mad about it

[until-the-brahmin-come-home]

I don’t really think anybody who lived in a Vault was having a good time due living in an underground cage cut off from the outside world.

no yeah even without experiments vaults are conceptually terrifying. i'm assuming this is about what i said in the tags of the amata & sam post i made and i was specifically pointing out (but didn't really elaborate on) how fucked up the social politics would get between the same families over the course of centuries.

[gorillaxyz]

in other news if i was in fallout wnd i had a pip boy 3000.... smirk

[norrisainz33]

announcement || mv33

☆ summary: max and his private wife have been keeping a big secret

☆ pairing: max verstappen x private!nonfamous!wife!reader

☆ fc & warnings: amata alp & mentions of pregnancy

☆ requested: yes! thank you for your patience 🫶🏻

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maxverstappen1: glad you’re with y/bff tho i do wish you were here my love

ynverstappen: i wish i was there too. i hate having to miss your races

maxverstappen1: i know you do sweetheart but you’ve got big things to worry about right now 🤍

ynverstappen: i know i just wish you were here to worry about them with me!

ynverstappen: ugh i’m sorry i know you have no choice in the matter

maxverstappen1: don’t apologize liefje. i know this is not like the easiest time for me to be away! i will be home so soon so i can help take care of you

carmenmundt: y/n where have you beeeeeeen it’s been so long!!

ynverstappen: been very busy with work and with holding down the fort here in monaco!! i hope to be back at some races soon 🤍

alexandrasaintmleux: gorgeous girl i miss you

ynverstappen: i miss you too babes

yourbff: my baby

ynverstappen: my girl

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f1gossip: during todays redline stream the chat was flooded with questions about the whereabouts of y/n verstappen who has been absent from the paddock for the past couple of months. while y/n is relatively private and we don’t usually get many social media updates from her outside of her interior design firm’s posting, she almost never misses the opportunity to support max on a race weekend let alone several in a row. max assured the chat that y/n was ok and that she was just taking some time to herself and that she’d be back in the paddock soon enough. what do you all make of this?

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user1: i’m so glad y/nmax are fine

user2: you could even hear her in the background at one point asking max what he wanted for dinner!! glad we are getting some crumbs

user4: omg ok good!! i thought that was her but couldn’t tell

user3: i was about to email her interior design firm to ask if she was ok thank god max updated us

user4: walk with me here guys…. what if we haven’t seen her bc she’s…… pregnant???

user6: oh my god you might be on to something!! they have been married for almost 2 years now

user7: no this is so believable!!! they’d make the best parents

user5: y/n’s ability to stay under the radar and unbothered is incredible

user8: y/n is the coolest wag i wish she was chronically online like so many of the others

user7: ugh fr!! i wish we could follow her on literally anything 💔

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francisca.cgomes: are you redoing part of your house? is this why you’ve been so busy and i haven’t seen my best friend for WEEKS

ynverstappen: partially yes!! we are redoing the spare room. BUT you’ll see me this weekend for my party kiks

francisca.cgomes: and my god i can’t wait!! i miss you

ynvertsappen: i miss you too

landonorris: plans for what?

ynverstappen: idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

landonorris: liar!

maxverstappen1: they’re going to have the sweetest room 🤍

ynverstappen: yes they are 🤍 i’m so proud of how it’s turning out

georgerussell63: the 🤭 makes this feel like i’m on the outside of an inside joke

ynverstappen: you just might be georgie!!

georgerussell63: well what does that even mean

yourbff: i am brimming with excitement i can’t wait for you to tell everyone this weekend

ynverstappen: me too!! keeping this secret has been so tough but ultimately it’s been really nice to have something that’s just for me and max even if just for a short while

yourbff: no i totally get that y/n/n!! max has to share his life with the whole world so im sure it’s nice to have those private moments

yoursibling: i need you to facetime me when you tell carmen and kika bc they’re going to lose their minds

ynverstappen: oh i absolutely will

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ynverstappen: i’m so glad all my favorite people could come celebrate the news 🩷 baby verstappen due in january 🤍 mommy and daddy love you endlessly already 💙

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carmenmundt: i can’t wait to be an aunty!!! best news ever 🤍

ynverstappen: and i can’t wait for you to be an aunty!! baby v is going to be so loved

carmenmundt: they already are!!

francisca.cgomes: can’t believe my favorite person in the world is going to be a mom 🥹

ynverstappen: love you kika 🥹

maxverstappen1: 💙🩷

ynverstappen: 😘😘

iamrebeccad: you’re going to make the perfect mom

ynverstappen: i really hope so 🤍

georgerussell63: blimey! i can’t wait to meet the little one!!

ynverstappen: only 3 more months!!

landonorris: uncle lando is reporting for duty

ynverstappen: baby v is going to love their uncle lan!!

maxverstappen1: baby v is already lucky to have you mate

alexandrasaintmleux: the most beautiful maman 🤍

ynverstappen: don’t make me cry again 😭

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maxverstappen1: grateful for moments like these away from the track. next week is race week again in vegas but for now, enjoy some family photos 🤍

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user1: my favorite couple maybe ever

user3: y/n sign of life!!

user4: sticking to my delulu and thinking he said family bc she’s having a baby

landonorris: see you all soon🤍

ynverstappen: see you soon lannyyyyyy

user4: he’s feeding into my delusions here…. bc why did he say you all instead of you both

user6: omg does this mean y/n will be in vegas????

ynverstappen: i love our little family 🫶🏻

maxverstappen1: me too gorgeous

user2: not me crying over this post?? the heart shaped pizzas sent me over the edge

redbullracing: looking forward to seeing you back on track!

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maxverstappen1: i have a tracker on your flight. i think the anxiety of you and the little one being on a plane without me is going to eat me alive

ynverstappen: we will be ok maxie i promise!! im on air max, it’s safe here

maxverstappen1: it is but also i’m not there so it’s not as safe as it could be

ynverstappen: my sweet boy, take a deep breath. you have quali soon

maxverstappen1: yes yes yes i’m breathing deeply

francisca.cgomes: well thank GOD i need you in the paddock

ynverstappen: pls come stay in rb hospitality w me

francisca.cgomes: for you i will just don’t tell pierre

charlesleclerc: on a scale of 1-10 how stressed is max

ynverstappen: 16

redbullracing: we can’t wait to see you!!

iamrebeccad: yayayayayayya!!!!!!!

ynverstappen: 😘😘😘😘😘😘

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maxverstappen1: for all of you wondering where y/n has been…. needless to say we’ve both been a little busy getting ready to welcome baby verstappen. only a few more months till the little one makes us a family of 3 🤍

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user1: best news ever!!!!

user4: i knew it!!! omg 🥹

charlesleclerc: congratulations mate! i am so excited for you both

maxverstappen1: thank you charles 💙 baby v is so lucky to have an uncle like you

user16: im violently sobbing over this interaction you don’t understand

redbullracing: having a mini rb20 made for baby v as we speak

ynverstappen: oh gosh admin no

maxverstappen1: admin yes!!

redbullracing: uh oh awkward

landonorris: yayyyyyy!!!!!!!! i can’t wait to babysit!!

ynverstappen: you’re going to be the best babysitter ever

user7: she is glowing

user9: max and y/n are going to make the most beautiful parents

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f1gossip: here to share a recap of max’s first interview since announcing y/n’s pregnancy mere minutes after qualifying. he said he wanted to announce it before sunday because y/n was absolutely adamant about being in the paddock for vegas and there was no hiding her baby bump at 6 months. max said “i can’t wait to be a dad! it’s honestly something i’ve been dreaming of for years and i’m so grateful to my beautiful wife for giving me the greatest gift.”

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user2: this is by far the happiest i’ve ever seen max and i am crying

user4: i love max and y/n so much i cant

user15: the way he talked about their baby ??? he already loves that little one so much

user18: i think having a baby is healing his inner child

user3: i love love love love love these 2

user19: crying screaming throwing up

user20: project verstappen!! lfg!!! next wdc champion incoming

user5: her refusing to miss another race is so real of her

user8: thank god she’s gonna be back in the paddock max needs her luck

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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs always appreciated 🤍

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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[raphael-angele]

Nico is a Baby, Bianca is Alive (The Separation)

Before the cabins decided they'll take turns watching over Nico while Bianca is away, Percy and Annabeth were the only ones Bianca trusted to look after him.

Bianca: And make sure he eats his vegetables.

Percy: We know, Bianca.

Bianca: If he eats sweets, make sure that he drinks water after.

Percy: *repeats what she's saying* Yeah, yeah. We know. You already told us like 15 times

Bianca: *sigh* Sorry. I never left him for so long.

Percy: He'll be fine with us. We promise. Annabeth will give him a one-on-one teaching, I'll make sure he wont get hurt during training.

Bianca: *narrows her eyes*

Percy: And we'll both see to it that he eats healthy and gets enough sleep.

Bianca: ...Uh huh

Nico, running to them: PERCY! PERCY! C'MON! You promised to play Mythomagic wirh me *drags him off*

Percy: *dragged off* Ok, ok

Annabeth, walking up to Bianca:

Bianca: Hope he wont be too much work.

Annabeth: Eh, he's been a delight so far. He's kinda like a mini Percy

Bianca: Now that kinda worries me

Annabeth: *chuckles*

Bianca: Maybe I shouldn't go. I'll just tell Lady Artemis that I'll go next solstice.

Annabeth: Are you kidding me? Bianca, you get to travel the whole entire world. You shouldn't miss out on that, especially after spending 70 years in that hotel

Bianca: I know. It's just...I'm starting to think that maybe I rushed into the decision.

Annabeth: Hey, you have every right to be join out of interest. And Nico's happy for you. Sure it took some time but he is. Sone time apart will do you two some good.

Bianca: You really think I'm doing the right thing here?

Annabeth: I think you deserve to find out who you really are. And that's not gonna happen if you're always gonna be concerned with the well being of other people over your own.

Thalia, entering: Bianca. Ready to go?

Bianca: *looks at Annabeth*

Annabeth: *smiles*

Bianca: ...Nico!

Nico: *goes over to her then sees Thalia* You have to go now?

Bianca: Yeah.

Nico: *hugs her tightly*

Bianca: *hugs back*

Nico: Is there anything I can do to make you stay?

Bianca: ... *slowly pulls away* Nico. You know that I can't always be by your side, right? I can't always look after you.

Nico: Yeah, but-

Bianca: You need to be a big boy, now. You need to learn how to do things without me.

Nico: B-but, I don't know how to be a big boy.

Bianca: That's why people here will help you. People like Annabeth and Percy will help you.

Nico: But why can't you teach me?

Bianca: ...because I need to grow up, too.

Nico: *hugs her again* You'll come and visit me right?

Bianca: Of course I will. Every chance I get.

Nico: And you'll send me post cards?

Bianca: I'll try to send you one every week to tell you where I am and what I did.

Thalia, putting her hand on her shoulder: It's time to go.

Bianca:

Nico: *lets her go*

Bianca: Tell you what? How 'bout I let the trainers teach you how to shoot an arrow?

Nico, sparkle in his eyes: REALLY?!

Bianca: Yeah, it'll be good on you to know how to fight monsters. And if you guys beat us in Capture the Flag next time, I'll let them teach you how to use a sword.

Nico, sparkles in his eyes: *gaaasssp* Percy! Annie! You heard that? I get to use a sword!

Bianca: *soft smile then looks at Thalia*

Thalia: Let's go.

Bianca:

Nico:

Bianca: *kisses his forehead* Arrivederci, soldatino.

Nico: Arrivederci, amata sorella

[zujime]

Hello, i really like your writing, I always check for updates! If possibile may I ask for detailed oral headcanons giving and receiving for Bruno, Josuke, Giorno and Abbacchio? Thanks in advance ♡

─── bruno b. + josuke h. + giorno g. + leone a.

cw. aged up, oral (m / f receiving), drool play, cum swapping, cum eating, slight marking/bruising, makeup messing, light overstim, slight dumbification, eye contact, hand holding, faint biting

note. REALLY?? OMG TYSM i try to post as many works as i can but my brain doesn’t wanna work sometimes 🙎🏽‍♀️ also IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG college is no joke and uh… i got a little carried away💀💀 but it’s here now!! literally if you have anything else you wanna request or a lil question, etc. DO NOT HESITATE to send it in my inbox 🤭 okok bye bye🥰

(i was tempted to put ass eating in here but the demons told me no...)

bruno prefers giving over anything. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it when you’re going down on him—hell, he loves how easy it is for you to shut his brain off with a simple kitten lick, but he just loves being able to make you writhe with nothing but the flick of his wrist.

he especially likes it when either of you have come home after a long day. the second you sit down on the couch or edge of the bed, his hands gingerly rub at one of your thighs before he gets on his knees and slots himself between your legs.

if you have on pants, he’s already peeled them off of you. skirt or dress? he’s hiked it up to your waistline. either way, both end up with him nipping at you through your underwear teasing you briefly with his teeth and tongue before dipping his fingers beneath the hem of your panties and sliding the article of clothing off, kissing at the warm skin of your thigh that’d been closest to your core.

he’d utter sweet phrases like “missed you, amore mio” that were accompanied by a firm yet delicate squeeze from his hand as he inched closer to your center with each kiss. oh, how he loves being between your legs—being able to stare as you oozed arousal. unless he’s exhausted, he always glances up at your eyes with his mesmerizing blue ones before he allows himself to get lost in all that is you.

the tip of his nose rubbing up against your sensitive nub as he relished in your core like a man starved, mindlessly mumbling praises into you with occasional whimpers that were almost drowned out by the sound of squelching his mouth made as he ravaged you. his once soft fingers now leave pretty wine-colored imprints on the expanse of your thighs and ass whilst he held your squirming body still.

“hah, f-fuuck—bruno, please!” you whine, brain nearly nothing but mush with how his skilled tongue never seemed to leave any part of your petal-smooth walls untouched. you feel the tremors of his voice before you hear him—even so, you’re too far gone to have comprehended him.

large, slender yet indelicate hands urge you closer and closer into him till he was virtually engulfed in you; the intoxicatingly sweet scent of you that left him ensnared, and the honeyed nectar that oozed from your molten hot center and mingled with his desperate slobber.

it’s not long before your stomach quivers from the knot that grows tighter and tighter with each enthusiast lick. your unsteady fingers find themselves raking through his messy raven locks as your thighs that surround his shoulders threaten to shut.

then the pressure that was trapped in your lower abdomen, snapped—flowing through your body like the waves of an ocean with each overwhelming spasm. your mind dizzy and mouth left agape as silent cries erupt from you.

finally, bruno latches off your aching cunt and gazes at you with glossed over eyes. “i’m sorry, mia amata,” he chuckles as plants a few quick soft pecks on your thighs, taking in your worn out expression. “i must’ve gotten carried away.”

he tends to get lost in the taste of you—not even worrying about whether you've come or not. you could be on your fifth orgasm and he’d still be lapping at your cunt as if he’s still trying to get your first orgasm.

though there are some instances where he’s receiving head from you, typically it’s during quickies, when he’s had a long day, or when you’re kind of taking charge in the bedroom.

he’s sprawled out on the bed, pants already thrown elsewhere in the room whilst his shirt followed leaving him in the bittersweet strain his boxers gave him. his cock twitched under the fabric as you licked a taunting stripe along its clothed underside, earning an almost impatient sigh from the man. one of your hands rested along the waistband of his briefs as your other trailed up his body—thumbing at his side before flicking and rubbing at his exposed nipple.

he loved yet hated this—he hated how much you tease him and make him wait, yet he loved how easily you could get him to be putty in your hands. it’s not long before you tug his underwear off, letting his aching cock spring free and throb with each bead of pre-cum that dribbles from the tip.

his abdomen quivers as he sucks in an unsteady breath when you lick up the mess that dripped down to the base, soon enveloping his tip in the fleshy warmness of your mouth—cheeks hollowed as you focus on it, enjoying the breathy groans that slipped from his damp lips and the heavy lidded look he peered at you with. it’s not long before you take him further into your mouth, causing his groans to shift to a stream of swears in his native tongue.

each breath shorter than the last—shallow, choppy gasps that rapidly shifted to hissed out groans every time the head of his cock kissed the back of your throat.

his hands struggling to stay in their respective places, at his sides because you begged so sweetly. you slither a hand along his stomach and to his chest, occasionally rubbing and flicking at the nub whilst your other hand gently massaged his balls.

bruno throws his head back as his body tenses and shudders at the stimulation—your throat? fuuck, and your hands? at this point, he thinks he’s done for—his hands grip at the sheets till the skin on his knuckles whiten, a string of whimpery moans fall from the man’s kiss bitten lips.

cries of the endearing pet names he’d given you followed by a cacophony of swears and quivering sobs of “gonna cum—mngh hah! ‘m close!” involuntarily, his hips buck, making you gag a bit as the tip of his cock met with your throat at a hurried pace.

his skin was fiery hot as his belly convulsed as he teetered closer to the edge, his hands in constant limbo as they yearned to push down on your head yet want to remain in their positions.

though his mind goes blank and his body stills as he spills his load into your mouth, a cry of ecstasy erupts from deep within him as his legs tremble with each encouraging squeeze you give his balls, blue eyes sealed shut as he emptied himself in your throat.

i also think josuke is the type of guy that loves giving BUT, he really really loves receiving more than anything.

mainly because he think you just look so fucking pretty with his cock in your mouth; how you gaze up at him with glassy eyes when the tip hits the back of your throat a few times, how messy you look when drool dribbles from the corner of your mouth, and how pitifully pretty you look when he shoots his load down your throat.

it only gets worse when you’ve either got on a full face of makeup or you’re in the process of putting it on. maybe you two have a dinner reservation or a simple night out with friends? whatever the case, the minute he sees you the two of you are either late or stuck at home—aka, mascara running as your eyes watered from gagging and lipgloss smeared all over the left side of your face and all over his cock.

the view was just so pretty from up here, especially after he adds the much needed finishing touch to your makeup, making sure it gives your skin that nice dewy finish before he’s gingerly laying you on the comforter so he can get his share too.

he runs a thumb along the corner of your lips, intently ruining your hard work. “wha— josuke, what are yo—!” you huff before you're interrupted by a low voice that’d been brought down to a whisper despite it just being the two of you.

“i think you look pretty like this, babe.” his lips warm and wet as they leave a trail of small hickeys along the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “we don’t have time for this, josuke. we gotta be at the place in twen—“

“but,” he interrupts once more, pausing to peer up at you through the bathroom mirror as he continues. “i think you’d look prettier with my dick in your mouth.” he whispers in your ear, tone sultry whilst his eyes remain stuck on yours—silently pleading as his hands squeezed needily at your waist.

doesn’t take much to get you on your knees with your hands ghosting themselves along the belt and button that kept his painfully swollen shaft tucked away. the metal of the buckle clinks as it clashes with the tile floor, you slip a hand under his shirt only to tenderly rub at his abdomen, hand threatening to dip below his slacks.

your lips litter the fabric around the zipper with lipgloss before you catch the metal zip between your teeth, sliding it agonizingly slow while gazing into his bluish-purple hues.

his pants and underwear fall as quickly as he put them on this morning. his now slick with precum that seemed to leak ceaselessly from his tip that’d been a fierce sanguine color as it throbbed with each feathery light kiss you placed upon it—dragging out a myriad of low groans and shivering inhales.

he rests a hand on your cheek all while you take him in your mouth, lipgloss leaving a sticky trail along his cock each time you slipped him out of warmness behind your lips.

he always ends up shooting blanks almost right after a couple of minutes. if he isn’t pulling out and spilling his spend on your face whilst admiring the new look, he’s begging you not to swallow his cum.

mumbling things like “wanna taste it on your lips” or “tastes so much sweeter from you” while pulling you up from on your knees just to sloppily slide his tongue in your mouth, making a sticky mess of cum and spit dribble from both your lips.

when he’s giving you head, it can vary. sometimes it’s after he’s cum in you after a quickie or just a normal night. he’s the type of guy to be like “i kiss you after you suck me off, why would it matter” but says “can’t leave you all dirty now, can i?” instead.

other times he’d be shamelessly between your legs while you were on the phone with someone—he apologizes profusely later but bro has needs and he gets a kick outta hearing how you struggle to bite back a few mewls from spilling out, or when you’re about to go somewhere and you’re waiting for a friend to pick you up.

you almost forgot where you were when he pulled out and started lapped away at your pretty pussy, mumbling sweet praises and a faint ‘gotta clean you up’  in his wake whilst his fingers practically dug into the skin of you plush thighs to hold you in place. he was sloppy, but good.

had your dress not been hiked up your thigh it’d be just like his shirt—the shirt that had been drenched in your juices and some splotches of his spend, sure, but it was mainly his slob that oozed from his bottom lip in fervor with each whimper he emitted as his cock twitched.

your thighs quivered around his broad shoulders as you neared another high—your tummy tensed with each silky sweep, gasps uneven yet punctuated before you silently scream and convulse. and he almost continues, that is until the doorbell rings.

“sh-shit! Josuke, I gotta go.” you gasp frantically, breath labored as you glance at him—wiping the blend of liquids from his mouth with his thumb before licking it clean. your legs almost give out as you go over to give him a quick kiss and a ‘love you’ before heading off.

i think leone would honestly be content either.

maybe he likes pleasing you and making you feel like nothing but putty in his hands, while he might also have days where he just wants to fuck till you’re nothing but dumb on his dick.

i think when he just wants to bask in you—days where he just wants to take his time with you; lazy days, maybe even special occasions, etc. at times like this, he thinks about your pleasure yes, but he’s more focused on drinking in all of you—no wall or crevice will remain untouched.

he’s eating you out like you’re his last meal, slow yet thorough. and he loves hearing you whine for more, for him to pick up the pace, anything! but he just peers up at you with heavy lids, giving your clit a quick pinch and then a loving lick before closing his eyes and resuming his mind-numbingly slow pace. eating you out is like an art form to him…

your back arches from off the soft comforter as you squirm, tears welling in your waterline at his tortuous pace. “leone, please–!” you mewl only for your plea to fall upon deaf ears as his eyes remain blissfully shut whilst his kneading at your thigh and hip never cease, as for his slow attacks on your slick center—they remained the same.

you let out a pitiful wail that veered into a choppy sigh. it’s not long before he picks up the pace only by a bit, groaning into your dewy paradise that gushed the very nectar that left him yearning for more.

on other days though, he might wanna whore you out—slap the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue, watch you drink his drool before finally pushing his cock to the back of your throat. choked out chuckles of ‘such a good slut for me’ and ‘so pretty with my dick in your mouth’ as he face fucks you.

his hands either resting on the sides of your face or wrapped comfortably around your neck, no in between. typically he wraps his hands around your neck just to feel the print his dick leave when you take him down to the hilt. 

his thumb rubs at your cheek as a stray tear falls from your eye. he takes his cock out of your mouth before tapping at your bottom lip with his pointer. “be a good girl and open up for me.” he sighs, smirking as part your kiss swollen lips for him, making sure your tongue is out.

it’s not long before he slaps the wet muscle with his fat, aching tip as he emits a faint gasp at the feeling only to stop and pull your face closer to his, as saliva dripped from his tongue and onto yours. uttering a ‘swallow’ before easing his cock back into your mouth after you’d open it again.

giorno look like he stares.. okay wait hear me out.

i think giorno is very tender when he’s both giving and receiving head, but i also think he likes being able to look into your eyes when it’s happening. it just does something for him.

i think that and MAYBE a bit of hand holding because he likes when you start squeezing his hand when you feel good or are close.

not only does that warm his heart but it also kinda shows him that he’s doing a good job. at least that’s what he thinks when he’s eating you out, you on the other hand…

he has literally dumbed you down. when he asks you something or mumbles something you can’t even comprehend it, let alone form thoughts in general.

he’d fluctuate between a slow and a fast pace because he doesn’t want you to cum too quick but he also kinda wants you to and so while he’s doing that, you’re struggling to keep your eyes open even by a bit.

and everytime your eyes fall shut, he gives you thigh a quick little nibble to get you back on track, hopefully.

you’re nothing but a babbling mess under his sharp yet adoring gaze. your mouth yearns to say anything other than swears but your mind is merely a puddle in that head of yours all thanks to your boyfriend.

one of his hands intertwined gingerly with yours as he sucked and lapped at your dripping pussy longingly—as if your juices were his only source of hydration. your lids threaten to shut from the immense pleasure, grip on his hand tightening as your abdomen tingled.

your eyes shut and just when you’re about to cum, he pulls away and bites at your thigh, which get a dejected whine from you.

when he’s on the receiving end, he wants to go slow cause just looking at your eyes almost makes him cum, but he just wants to see you but your mouth is so warm—ripping pathetic noises from him, ranging from uneven breaths to whimpers and whines. 

his hand tightly enveloping yours as you suck at his tip before taking his cock all the way to the hilt, making his abdomen shudder and tense at the sensation whilst his mouth hung wide open yet all that came out were silent sobs.

his golden locks were now in disarray and intermingled with sweat as his stomach quivered each time you took him to the base. pre cum practically pooling in your mouth as his breathing became more ragged.

though despite his eyes being on the verge of closure, his sights were forever trained on you and how pretty your swollen lips looked around his aching cock. swears slipping from his tongue in a melody that left your core warm with fiery arousal. his chest rising and falling with each quickened breath as his hips began to involuntarily buck as he neared his climax.

© zujime. all rights reserved. do not translate, copy, modify, repost or claim any of my works on any platform as yours.

[coochellati]

Oh, to fall asleep in Bruno's arms

Goddd I need this. It would be the happiest moment of my life. I wrote a little drabble for you:

Your heart skipped a beat as you climbed into Bruno’s bed and wrapped yourself in his silky sheets, dressed in only underwear. This was your first time sleeping next to him. You let out a content sigh as your back slowly sank into his plush bed—nothing was quite as comfortable as this. You turned your head to face Bruno; he was lying on his side a couple feet away from you, his head propped up on his hand. He looked at you with an amused smile as he watched the bed engulf you.

“You look comfortable," he commented. 

“I am,” you responded with a smile.

Bruno chuckled. You felt the bed shift as he turned out the light and laid back down. After a few seconds, you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

“You don’t have to sleep so far away from me,” Bruno said in a gentle voice. “Come closer, cara mia.” You moved towards him; he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in warmth. Your back lightly pressed against his bare chest as he held you close. His skin was as soft as satin.

“Mmm. That’s better,” Bruno murmured, closing his eyes. His warm breath washed in waves against the back of your neck, causing your hair to stand on end. You felt Bruno’s arm shift as he lazily raised a hand to your head and began gently massaging you. Your body went limp as you melted into him. You deeply inhaled, becoming intoxicated by his comforting scent.

“Goodnight, mia amata,” Bruno breathed. A big smile crept across your face. Everything was perfect. It wouldn’t take you long to fall asleep tonight.

(sorry this took me a year to answer. I’m active again)

[leennaan]

Alessia Russo /

Sleepless Nights

It was late at night. With a sigh you grab your phone off the nightstand, looking at the time.

2:45. Another sigh leaves your lips as you throw your phone on your bed. Deciding lying any longer in bed will not bring you any sleep you stand up. Grabbing your phone again as well as your keycard you leave your room, happy to not have a roommate you could potentially wake.

Once you left your room you don’t know where to go. You thought to go to the team room at first but ultimately thinking that you needed to find a way to get at least a bit of sleep if you wanted to play good in tomorrows friendly against Portugal you went to the one room you knew Alessia was sharing with Ella. You where hesitant to knock on the door, not wanting to wake either of the two.

After standing in front of said door for another five minutes you finale made up your mind and knocked slightly.

When no one opened you thought about knocking again but decided against it. Turning around to go back to your room but before you could start walking the door opened and a tired looking Lessi was standing in front of you. Her hair was tussled and you thought she looked beautiful.

“Y/n? Is everything alright? It’s 3 in the morning, why are you not sleeping?”

You instantly felt bed to have woken your girlfriend so late at night when you had an important game tomorrow and she needed a good sleep.

“I am sorry Lessi. I shouldn’t have disturbed you.”

Thinking you should just go back to your own room and not disturb her anymore you were about to leave but Alessia reached out her hand to grab your arm.

“Hey it’s alright. You know you can always wake me up. You are more important than some sleep. You look tired. Come here.”

Without another word she pulled you into her arms and you instantly relaxed into her.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You mumbled into her neck. “I couldn’t stop worrying about tomorrow.” You admitted at last. It wasn’t your first camp nor your first game for England but you were never in the starting eleven but with so many injuries in the team you would be replacing Leah in the back. No one had put any pressure on you and all were really happy for you especially Leah herself, one of you best friends and Club teammates. She had told you to not think too much about it and to just enjoy it. And until you laid in bed you hadn’t thought about it to much, but with no distraction anymore your brain wouldn’t should up about tomorrow.

“Oh baby. You will do so good tomorrow. You deserve this so much and I am so proud of you! We all are. You have absolutely no reason to worry.”

She pulled you even more into her and rubbed her hand over your back.

“Can I sleep with you, tonight?” You asked with a small voice, scared Alessia would say no.

“Of course you can, mia amata.” She kissed you on your forehead and took you into her room. Ella was still sleeping in her bed like a stone and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips at the sight.

“I don’t think anything could disturb her.” Your girlfriend laughed and you agreed.

Alessia climbed back into her bed and patted the spot next to her. The bed was small but you didn’t care. You happily joined her in bed and sighed once again when her arms circled around your body and pulled you closer to her so that you almost lay on top of her. She kissed your hairline and startet to rub your back slightly. “I’ve got you bellezza. Try to sleep a bit more” She whispered into your ear.

Your eyes felt heavy almost instantly. “I love you Lessi” you whispered before you fell asleep in Alessia’s arms, feeling safe in her presence.

With a last kiss to your head she fell asleep too.

*mia amata- my love

*bellezza- beauty

I hope you liked this little ficklet. I couldn’t get this idea out of my head so I had to write it down.

Love Lee❤️

[dearlymrme]

It's The Small Things (Papa Emeritus x Reader)

Summary: The little things they do to show they love you.

Primo

It feels divine. Laying with your back pressed to Primo's chest and a book in your hands, while Primo plays with your hair. The room smells of lavender that's been freshly brought in from the garden and potted in the corner where the window light can keep it healthy. It also is thick from his fingers as he slides in a small amount of homemade oil into your locks.

"Mia stella, you've been on that page for the past twelve minutes." He chuckles, deep from his chest, you can feel the vibrations against your back. He's right, though. You've gotten lost in the warmth of his body. You've since lost track of what was going on in your book. Primo then places a kiss on your head and skirting his nails gently against your scalp.

You give a nearly pornographic moan at the feeling. His scratching sends pleasurable jitters down your back and causes you to erupt into a shake.

Primo's hands pause, and you flush embarrassingly at the sudden tightness in your core.

"Stella…" A teasing kind of joy was in his voice. "Did I just make you shudder?" You whine and cover your face with the book.

"Shut up."

"From just this?" He does it again, and an equally powerful tremor runs through your body. Another soft moan falling from your lips that borders on whine.

"Please ignore."

"Now, I’ve pulled your hair before, but I’ve never gotten you to shudder like this." Your whimper as he tilts your head back. You glance at him over the book and your lashes to see him with a soft smile on his face.

"I'm still learning new things about you, stella."

Secondo

You are jerked out of white noise by a hot and wet fabric sliding over the inside of your legs. You ankle kicks out and bumps into Secondo's calve as he sits beside you and runs the hot rag at the apex of your thighs, cleaning up the sticky wetness left behind by your coupling.

You passed out.

"Awake now, mia amata?" You grumble softly in response and smile as your lover places a soft kiss to your collarbone, gently over the marks he had left behind.

"Sorry." You apologize and earn a deep chuckle from the man as he places another kiss, this time closer to the junction of your neck where you hiss from contact.

"Ah. I have something for that." He says and retreats. You hear a cap being popped and glance at his hand to see a small tube with a green cap. "And don't apologize. You flatter me. It's good to know I can still fuck you unconcious."

The contents are clear, more like a jelly, and cold when he slathering it on the sore spot. It smells medicinal but not overly strong.

"What's that?" You ask him.

"Bruise cream. I know I can be a little rough. This'll help." He says and gently applies the medicine. You tilt your head to the side to give him better access.

"There's something on the table beside you, too." He says, and you glance over to see a plate of your favorite fruit and a glass of iced water.

It's not a new thing for him to take such good care of you after a heavy bout, but it never fails to bring a soft smile to your face. Who doesn't like being spoiled?

"All this for little ol' me?" You joke as he tends to your injures. He picks up one of your hands and lays a kiss at your pulse.

"This and more. Just ask."

Terzo

The kitchen smells like tomato and garlic. You hover over Terzo shoulder as he stirs the red paste in the sauce pan and hums a little under his breath.

“You want to keep stiring it until it thickens up just a little bit. The heat will evaporate most of the water in the sauce.” You nod at his sage advise and go back to stiring the noodles, the water a starchy pale yellow and you can’t tell if that’s bcause of the noodles themselves or because of the butter he told you to you add to them.

“I tried making the sauce like you do, but I can never get it as sweet as yours.” You said to him with a pout. It’s true you have tried making his favorite just like he does as a surprise for him after work, but after your first batch, which you burnt, you still can't get everything right.

He walked in on you chanting ritualistic curses at the burnt remains and undercooked noodles, and laughed before rolling up his sleeves and taking the pan from you.

You may not have been able to surprise him with spaghetti, but he seemed all the more happy to make it with you

This time, you have a fifteen minute timer on the stove to help you keep track of just how long the noodles need to cook as he handled the sauce making.

“You want to know my secret?” He asks with a smile, and you raise a brow.

“You have a secret?”

“Si.” He reaches up into the coffee cabient and pulls out the sugar tin.

“You do not.” Your mouth drops open as he adds a small spoon of brown sugar to the sauce and stirs it in.

“I do too.” He snickers. “Helps the acidicy of the tomato’s. Is what I tell myself, but really, you know I have a sweet tooth.” He then leans over to you and places a kiss on your head.

"Terzo. Italians everywhere would scream in rage if they knew this."

He chuckles and hands the spoon to you to taste.

"So I piss off an Italian or two, what are they going to do, shake a sauce spoon at me?" You take a taste and make a frustrated face. It's good, dammit.

“Though if we’re being honest, I think getting to cook with you would make it sweet enough to eat already.”

You blush and lean up to press a kiss to his lips and then another and another.

The timer nearly goes forgotten as you get distracted in each other's embrace.

Copia

"Winner gets anything they want." Copia bargain, and you stare with gummy wet eyes at the Joycon he's offering. You sniffle and rub at the snot, coming down your nose. You're done crying. Now you just need cheering up.

"Come now. I promise it'll help you feel better. Take your mind away from all the bad that's happened today. You love playing video games." You do. A hobby both you and him share. Even though he is more of a retro fan, when you showed him the colorful smooth graphics of the Switch, he was instantly enamored.

He still hasn't mastered the analog stick yet, but that doesn't stop him from playing and enjoying himself with you.

"We can play your favorite tracks. They could even be all Rainbow Roads, and I'll still play them." You sniffle again and wipe your cheeks of the leftover trail of tears.

"Winner gets anything they want?"

"Anything."

Four tracks later, you're laying in his lap with his arms wrapped around you and lips giving angel kisses to the crown of your head. He runs his sharp but gentle nails down your back as you bury your face in his neck. Inhaling the smell of his soap and cologne as you all but melt against him.

"You know you don't have to beat me at a game to ask for snuggles, si?" You nod and hum an affirmation against his skin.

"I know. But you were right. This was fun."

"Feeling a little better?"

"Yeah." You are, but now you were curious.

"What would you have asked for?" Copia taps the back of your neck to get your attention, and you remove yourself from the crook of his shoulder. You're granted a soft kiss on the mouth and moan as he deepens it just enough to force a sigh after.

He smiles at you, eyes twinkling with love.

"The same thing."

[mysteriouslysweetmagazine]

going shopping with Hannibal

Y/N's POV

I woke up this morning and took a shower. I came back with a towel on my waist. I saw Hannibal wake up and get out of bed."Good morning, honey," says Hannibal, smiling happily. "Good morning, my love," I say with a happy tone. Hannibal walks up to me and kisses me passionately with love. As we are kissing, he looks at my body in a towel and then looks at my breasts with water dripping down on them. He stops kissing me and smirks and seductively winks at me and pushes me onto the bed, and climbs on top of me, taking off the towel "Are you trying to seduce me Y/N because I don't think I can control myself anymore," says Hannibal looking at me sweetly I grabbing his neck leaving sloppy kisses he doesn't kiss me back so I leave a sloppy kiss on his lips, his eyes closed for a moment then opens blinking as I continue those sloppy kisses"Hannibal why don't you kiss me back you said you can't control yourself now you are holding back," I say looking at Hannibal with lust and devotion as he does with me whenever we kiss. "I'm sorry dear but I was savoring the taste of your lips but I will kiss you because I need you right now," says Hannibal kissing me passionately and closing his eyes as his lips continue kissing me softly. I turned him around so I'm on top of him still making out We break the kiss and I take off his clothes and I turned us over making love. After our lovemaking we cuddled each other until we had to make breakfast I helped him and we began eating after we were done eating we decided to go shopping so Hannibal drove to the mall and we began looking for something we liked. Hannibal got 5 different suits and 5 comfortable clothes I got 5 different f/c dresses and 5 different style skirts. Hannibal got me some beautiful sweaters and a cute bracelet. Hannibal pays for everything and we go to the car I pull out my phone and put on beautiful girl by Michael Jackson. Then another song called a place with no name by Michael Jackson comes on. We came home and we sat on the couch watching a movie I ended up falling asleep.

Hannibal's POV

I noticed my love fell asleep halfway through the movie I smile and took a nap with my girlfriend. I wake up an hour and I make dinner for us I go wake up my love I shake her and she wakes up. "I made dinner for us my dear," I say looking at my darling sweetly. "Oh let's eat I can't wait to eat your food," says my sweetheart kissing my cheek. We go to the kitchen and eat I made spicy pork and beef with a spicy cream sauce then for dessert creme Brule pudding. "Oh Hannibal that was so delicious," says my angel. "It was my pleasure, Mia Amata, Mia Amata would you like to come with me," I say looking at my darling sweetly. "Where are we going, Hannibal," says my beloved looking at me curiously. "You will see my love," I say looking at her with love and devotion. I put a blindfold on her and we walked together. I took off the blindfold and she looked up oh my it's beautiful Hannibal I love you so much," says my darling impressed by my actions up in the sky says "I'm in love with Y/N". She kisses me passionately. We stay there for a while kissing. "I know you dedicated to me from Michael Jackson's song beautiful girl," says my love looking at me sweetly. "Yes my dear and I dedicate another song for you called librarian girl by Michael Jackson," I say looking at her with love and possession. I ask her to take out her phone and she gives it to me and I put librarian girl by Michael Jackson. "Oh Hannibal I love you so much we will be together forever," says my beloved kissing me passionately. We go back home and I make love to her and kiss her neck leaving sloppy kisses on her lips then we cuddled each other until we get sleepy and fall asleep in each other's arms.

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

(Vague spoilers for Bound lore on 9/12/24, Rune and Vast, "Bound Together")

Latin for the magnesia crystal-

"Quaerite Potestatem" - "Seek the Power"

Technically, Quaerite can mean "Search", "ask", or "research"- which is interesting, considering the context! It's in the imperative form, but funnily enough, the plural imperative form (I believe the singular imperative would be Quaer!) Potestatem is straightforward, most of the definitions I could find agreed on the most common translation being "Power"! (it's in the accusitive direct object!)

"Abscondere Ab Iniuria" - "Conceal from harm"

So- the forms are a lil wonky? Abscondere is in the infinitive mood, so technically this sentence means "To conceal from harm" or "To hide from harm". Additionally, the preposition "Ab" ("a/ab" technically) means "from", but more specifically "Away from", so this could technically also mean "To hide away from harm"! (assuming Iniuria is in the ablative origin)

"Amator Meus Protegat" - "Protect My Lover"

I believe Protegat is a lil mis-spelled, closest is Proteget (just that change in the e there, which effects the conjugation and all) additionally, this is actually a future tense verb- it's 3rd person singular future. So roughly "He(also she/it) will protect". Meus is also a masculine version of the word for "my"! (Fem = Mea, Neu = Meum). Amator is straightforward again, meaning "Love"/"Lover" (one did include "Boyfriend" as a translation, which leads me to believe that there's probably a feminine version, which I'd guess would be something like "Amata"). Interestingly enough, it's in the Nominative case, which I believe is for Subject and Predicates only... so technically, this sentence could be read as "my lover will protect"! Amatorem is the correct bit for "Protect my lover" (So it'd be "Protegete meus amatorem"! switched the verb to imperative as well)

Okay sorry I like Latin off I go!

[fcthots]

ok so this is clearly self-indulgent but what Reader x canon stuff isn’t?? 😤 anyway I’m finally submitting a thing because your portrayal of him & all these ficlets have done wonders for the world—

Italian!Jason (and/or just Jason Who Speaks Italian) & you have used Italian as sort of a “comfort language” since you were growing up together as teens. Yeah, you speak English, but your nicknames for each other, the curses you tend to use, just a lot of specific words because English isn’t always properly descriptive…& there was always a sweet Italian old lady who made the best bolognese & arancini!

anyway, he dies & you’re obviously heartbroken. Skip to Jason finding you (he might be in costume or not) & revealing that he’s alive. He’s too tall, his eyes are too green, he’s too tired and sad-looking. Not that he’s not attractive, but—what if it’s not true? There’s clones, alternate dimensions, dreams…

Then he’s speaking your language. Just partly because you were never fluent. He’s slowly coaxing you into a hug. (Or maybe this is much less angsty & you went from suspicious to in love & ready for a sexy reunion in seconds, lol.)

anyway, have a great weekend!! ♥️ 👌🏽🇮🇹

I'M SORRY THIS IS LOW KEY FUNNY AS HELL BC I'M ITALIAN BUT I'VE SLOWLY LOST ALL MY HERITAGE LMAOOOO

Also I google translated everything bc despite my last name looking like an Italian masterpiece even I say it the English way.

He rotated through every nickname in the book. You were his "principessa", "Tesoro", "cara", "bella", "mia amata", "mostriciattola", etc (princess, sweetheart, dear, beautiful, my loves, and little monster). He called you every sweet name under the sun, all in the language he said "was more fit for your beauty. It sounds much better in Italian."

And one day he stopped calling you anything. One day you just stopped hearing his voice for what you thought would be forever. One day he's calling you "puttana" for stealing his food and then the next day he's dead, laying in a coffin six feet under. You put a red, green, and white rose by his grave because you think he would have found it funny. You don't go back.

You're not the same after, haven't even jokingly attempted to speak a lick of something other than English. You keep quiet, keep to yourself, and think about Jason's spiel about americanized food when you pass by a Dominos pizza.

This all changes, though, when you're walking home by yourself late at night. You have to pass through the bad part of town and maybe you should have been more careful, but it was too late for that now. There were two men and one had a gun; you stood nom chance of making it if you ran. You attempted to back up, just to put some space, but you backed into a trash can and it loudly knocked over. You assailants don’t seem to have appreciated that: one grabs your arm and the other levels the gun at your head. You're shaking and slightly crying, scared out of your mind.

That is until a tank of a man with a bright red helmet drops in. He takes out the man with the gun first and the other pulls a knife to put to your neck. The Red Hood freezes when he looks into your eyes. After the knife starts digging into your skin, he springs back into action. It all happens so fast, you're not even sure what really happened.

But the next thing you know, there's two unconscious bodies on the floor, and the Red Hood is kneeling before you, taking off his mask.

"Principessa?" (princess?)

"PUTTANA?" (BITCH????)

[saruman-the-silly]

I can see through the scars inside you

tags: terzo x gn!reader, reader is depressed and is having an extra rough day, (I might've poured some of my religious trauma into this lol) hurt/comfort, angst, mild swearing! shitty google translate italian once again ::D italians dont kill me pls

this is a bit short, I meant do add some more but decided to keep it short and sweet <3

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Everything feels just wrong. Your socks are itchy, your hair doesn't feel right, you haven't cleaned your room or replied to any of your friends who have been asking about you. It's just a full on downward spiral at this point and everything feels like shit. Your boyfriend, Terzo was coming back home today after a long tour but you just felt numb.

Speak of the devil, Terzo had just arrived with his ghouls and was surprised to see you were not there to greet him. Usually you were very excited to see him again, and would jump to his arms and shower his face with kisses. He frowned, this was weird and not like you at all.

Terzo quickly hurried to his room, dumping all his bags there and swiftly walked towards your room, intending to find out where his amore was hiding.

"Amoooooooreeeee, I've been looking everywhere for you my angel-" He dramatically burst into your room, stopping at the sound of crying coming from your bedroom. Terzo quickly walked over and peaked through the open door. There you were, bundled up in blankets and sobbing violently.

"Amore?" He sat down on the bed, gently taking your hand in his. You looked up at him with puffy red eyes.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, voice hoarse from the crying. "I meant to come down and greet you but..." You trailed off, voice wavering. Terzo kissed your hand tenderly and shushed you.

"It is no problem. I can find my way up the stairs myself," He grinned. Terzo cupped your face gently and kissed your forehead, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

"How about some food eh? I can tell Omega to order us some Chinese takeout, while you, mia amata," He booped you on the nose, "are in for a nice bath."

Terzo hopped up and when you tried to get up he stopped you.

"Nonononono, this will not do. You stay right there with your lovely butt and I will soon be back." He dramatically bowed, winked and twirled around before marching to the bathroom, making you giggle.

After a few minutes he called for you to come in and when you opened the door you were greeted by the smell of you favourite scented candle.

Terzo had lit up the scented candles and put your favourite bath bomb in the tub. He was sitting by the tub, eyes full of love.

"Come on now, let's get you undressed and in the water." He held out a hand for you, making you tear up again. You started crying, and dropped down to your knees, leaning your head on his thigh.

Terzo sighed: "Amore mio, if only I could get rid of the terrors racking through your beautiful brain." He ran his fingers through your hair, gently combing open the knots that had formed. "If I could, I would take all of your pain, so you wouldn't have to suffer." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your hair.

You sniffled quietly, and looked up at him.

"I- I'm sorry I'm like this, I thought I was getting better and-" Terzo shushed you, and got down to the floor beside you, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

"Amore, nothing could make the love I have for you disappear, you understand? I am here for you, now and forever." He wiped your never-ending tears away and smiled.

"I can see through the scars inside of you, and your soul is not tainted. Even though you've been told awful things through out your life by those horrible people, you are more than that. You are my treasure, mio amore." Terzo kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms tightly around you.

"And to that stupid little cloud in your head that keeps telling you stupid shit, to him I say fuck off." You snorted at that, making Terzo grin.

"Now, let's get you washed up so we can have an impromptu movie marathon."

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thanks for reading <3

[gray76]

“I’m sorry. You’re a hero… and you have to leave.”

Little Amata doodle while I decide on if I want to replay Fallout 3 or finish the Resident Evil series