#sorry i burned the heck out

[tumble-witch]

[kerubimcrepin]

5 pages of the book left. I am suffering greatly academically (and emotionally)

after i finish the pdf this week, Ill do the russian plaintext translation. Then ill start doing the translation pdfs.

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Anyway,,, uh, i feel like rn is a good time to remind: if any of you has "le donjon maudit" book, please send me copies/screenshots! Its the only book I don't possess now, and I'd love to make it available for more people, in russian and english

I wouldn't mind even translating the activity books for kids, honestly djckskkckskd.

This is the last book that has a plot (it's a choose your own adventure book) and it has a lot of interactions with simone (i love simone)

[incognit0slut]

Hypothetically

Chronically single, you suggest a pact with your best friend to start a family together when you turn forty.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x bau fem reader

Category: fluff/comfort

Warnings: marriage and baby talk, reader is insecure because she feels left out

A/n: This is my entry for the kid fic challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins! This was like a breath of fresh air from all the smut I’ve been writing

"Do you want to have a baby with me?"

The scalding coffee burned his tongue as your question lingered in the air. Spencer cleared his throat awkwardly and patted his chest, his eyes drifting towards you. "Uh... what?"

"Hypothetically," you replied, the tap of your pen echoing against the round table between you. "It's like a pact. If we're both still single in the future, we get married to one another and, well, start a family together."

Spencer felt the clamminess of his palms as he set his mug down, trying to steady himself. He considered you as one of the closest people in his life, if not his best friend, and he was accustomed to your random questions, but this sudden topic of conversation seemed to strike a nerve.

"Where..." he began, wiping his palm along his pants. "...where is this coming from?"

You shrugged casually, the tapping of your pen momentarily ceasing. "Just a thought. I mean, we're both at that age where these things start to cross our minds, right?"

Spencer swallowed, trying to push down the unease rising in his chest. "Yeah, I guess so," he muttered, but as he studied you, he noticed the tension in your shoulders. "Are you okay?"

Your gaze flickered away for a moment before you sighed, slumping against your chair.

"I have a wedding coming up this weekend." Spencer frowned, not understanding what you were trying to say. You continued, "And another one next week, and guess what? Two of my cousins are getting married next month."

"What does that have to do with...?" His voice trailed off as realization dawned on him. "Ah, I see."

But you weren't finished. Somehow, the thoughts that had lingered in your mind for the past few days spilled out right then and there, in the middle of broad daylight when you were supposed to be focusing on the case you were working on.

"And a close friend I went to high school with just gave birth while another friend from college announced she's two months pregnant. And look at me," you exclaimed, your arms flying around. "No wedding. No pregnancy. Spencer, I don't even have a boyfriend, heck, I forgot what it's like to go out on a date!"

He watched as your brow furrowed into a frown, and although your demeanor was all over the place, he couldn't help but notice how you still managed to look pretty.

"Spence?" You asked, nudging his leg with your foot under the table. "Are you listening to me?"

He blinked, momentarily pulled from his thoughts by your voice. "Sorry," he replied. "I'm listening."

You gave him a skeptical look, but the tension in your shoulders seemed to ease slightly as you leaned back in your chair.

"I just... I don't know, I feel like I'm left behind." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I mean, I'm happy for my friends and all, but sometimes it feels like everyone's moving forward but me. Like I'm stuck in this... this rut."

Spencer wasn't sure how to respond. On one hand, he knew how it felt to want something that seemed out of reach, but on the other hand, he felt like it wasn't his place to offer advice when he wasn't even sure what the future held for him.

"I get it," he finally said, trying to gather his thoughts. The least he could do was try to offer some comfort. "But just because you haven't reached those milestones yet doesn't mean you won't get there eventually."

"But what if it doesn't happen? What if I'm still all alone and nobody loves me when I'm gray and old?"

He frowned at you. "I'd still love you when you're gray and old."

"Platonically. You love me as much as you love JJ. Or Emily. Or Penny, or even Morgan." You leaned over the table. "I want to be loved passionately by someone who is head over heels for me, who can't imagine a life without me. I want to feel that kind of happiness."

His frown deepened. "I don't think you should find happiness in another person."

"You're missing the point," you groaned, crossing your arms. "I'm not saying I want to depend on someone else for my happiness. But is it too much to ask for someone to share it with? To feel like I'm someone's everything and not just another friend in the group?"

His expression softened as he listened, a sense of familiarity washing over him. He remembered feeling the same thing once, or maybe more than once; he wasn't sure. He had lost count of the times he felt his life was falling short.

But he realized the more he thought about the why—why was he so different? why couldn't he find love?—the more he felt worthless, and he hated that. So what was the best thing he did to ignore those thoughts?

Bury himself in work, because to him, pushing those feelings aside was easier than confronting them. But now, as he looked at you, it felt like he was seeing his own reflection and your words hit him harder than he expected.

"No," he quietly agreed. "It's not too much to ask for."

"I guess what I'm trying to say is... I'm tired of waiting for life to happen to me." Your gaze slowly met his. "So I came up with a plan."

His throat felt dry as he recalled how this conversation started in the first place. "The... baby plan?"

You nodded enthusiastically, sliding into the seat next to him.

"Think about it. If we're both still single when we're..." You paused, furrowing your brow as you did a quick calculation. "Forty? Yeah, let's say we're both still single when we're forty, with no partners, or like, no friends with benefits?"

You shook your head.

“Just... with no one in our lives—we get married. You and me."

He blinked, trying to process your proposal. It was unexpected, to say the least, but there was a strange logic to it that he couldn't quite shake. The idea of marrying his best friend as a backup plan was both absurd and oddly comforting.

"But what about... love?" he asked cautiously. "Wasn't that what you wanted?"

You paused, considering his question before responding. "I mean, I don't think it's impossible," you said, leaning back in your seat. "Haven't you ever heard of the saying, 'Marry your best friend'?"

His gaze lingered on you, his heart beating hard against his chest. "You're saying that we can fall in love?"

Your eyes met his, and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Who knows?" you replied softly. "Stranger things have happened."

Spencer shouldn't entertain the possibility. After all, who knew what could happen in the future? It seemed like an absurd thought, but as he stared at you, it was hard not to imagine a life with you as his wife.

He imagined you in a white dress, walking down the aisle towards him with a radiant smile on your face. He pictured you both in the house you had just bought, dancing joyfully around the empty rooms as you unpacked boxes together.

Then thoughts of you being pregnant with his child���or maybe even children—filled his mind, and he envisioned a future where your kids would run around in the backyard with a pet dog trailing behind.

And then he considered the prospect of growing old with you, watching as your children eventually started families of their own while you found comfort in each other's company. All of these possibilities didn't seem so bad, because if anyone could understand him on a deep level, it was definitely you.

Maybe this crazy plan of yours wasn't so crazy after all.

"I... I guess it's not impossible," he finally admitted. Then, not wanting to seem too eager, he added, "Hypothetically speaking."

"Of course," you replied with a smile. "Hypothetically speaking."

Suddenly feeling flustered by your gaze, Spencer looked away and focused on his coffee, bringing the mug to his lips. Then you heard laughter and footsteps drawing closer, and soon Derek and Emily entered the room. Their eyes immediately landed on the two of you, sitting closely together at the table.

"What are you children whispering about?" Derek's voice interrupted, his eyebrows raised curiously as he glanced between you.

You didn't miss a beat. “Spencer and I are having a baby together."

Spencer choked on his coffee, his eyes widening in shock as he coughed and sputtered. You quickly moved to pat his back.

"Well, we're gonna get married first, right, Spence?" you added with a grin, glancing at him expectantly.

Spencer finally managed to regain his composure, clearing his throat awkwardly as he shot you a sideways glance. "Um, yeah, of course," he stammered, his cheeks still tinged with embarrassment. "Hypothetically."

Derek and Emily exchanged bemused glances, a silent conversation passing between them. Emily's curiosity seemed to win out as she lifted a hand, turning her attention back to you. "Care to explain?"

"We were discussing our backup plan."

"Backup plan?" Derek echoed. 

"Yeah," you replied with a nod. "In case neither of us finds the right person by the time we're, oh, I don't know, forty or so, we figured we'd marry each other and start a family."

Derek placed a hand over his chest, feigning hurt. "And you chose Pretty Boy over me?"

"I'm not going to compete with all your lady friends," you shot back, rising from your seat. "Come on, Spence, let's grab some lunch and brainstorm baby names."

He stood up, giving you a pointed look.

"Or do you want to discuss how we'd make those babies in the future?"

"Well, I was thinking of Amelia if it's a girl..."

You grinned, linking your arm through his before guiding him towards the door. Derek and Emily observed the natural closeness between you two, how you were practically clinging to him and how he seemed to be comfortable with it.

Derek turned to Emily as you disappeared down the hallway. "Do you think they'd actually get married when they hit forty?"

Emily shook her head. "Nope," she replied confidently. "I give it a year until he's already down on one knee."

He laughed, nodding in agreement. With the way Spencer's gaze lingered on you with unmistakable affection, it seemed like it was only a matter of time.

[dilf-docs]

The Rock N' Roll Got Harder and Softer

eddie brock x younger fem!reader

summary: common sense isn't really your strongest suit. so here you are, riding a stranger's bike on halloween night. hey, he saved you! with one hell of a costume, no doubt. because it has to be one, right?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (do we see the blog name? get used to it), smut, flirty reader! she's got no shame just game ++ also overshares (sorry if this trait is mischaracterizing you, everything will be okay❤️) praise kink, oral f. receiving (have u seen that tongue? ik its abt eddie but venom's tongue plays a part there... he defo going in my hear me out cake), does this count as sub!eddie idk?? the man is touch starved, p. in v. (use protection okay!! don't be like these dumb horny bitches), reader gets harrassed but the lethal protector saves the day!!

word count: 5,008 words

side note: i was re watching venom 1 and watching venom 2 since my friends want to see the third, so i got the tom hardy and his plump princess lips have to be mine virus!! like i wish i was kidding but after watching the movies and the top 100 dilf poll on twitter i felt in the need to use my hands (iykyk) ++ after finding out i have a pattern for lonely fucked up dilfs (first with old man logan now eddie). also, irdgaf halloween just passed; let's pretend ur calendar got stuck on the 31st as u read. this can happen after venom (2018) but the time isn't really important!

This is stupid.

It's a cold october night, the wind blowing in your face, and you're navigating this part of the neighborhood you don't know in nothing but a skimpy red bathing suit, like it's a hot summer day.

Dressing up as Pamela Anderson in Baywatch sounded much better a couple months ago; not now, when all the people passing by ogle your body up and down, whether it be with lust or judgment.

Your night has gone to shit: you feel cold, hungry, tipsy and vulnerable. One thing is wanting to be objectified by the possible candidates you would take home from the party, and other is being eyed by strangers who look at your body like hungry wolves.

You finally spot a mini-market amid the packed street, blue hues of light providing some sense of relief.

After getting something to drink and eat, you'll probably feel better and have the energy to walk home; there's no way you and your very small costume are getting inside an uber at ten o'clock tonight.

The bell chimes in as you enter the store, but the lady behind the counter doesn't even glance your way, focused on the TV behind her.

"Hi" she waves her hand absentmindedly, "Do you have any water?"

She mutters something that sounds like an annoyed of course we do, and points to the freezer in the back, still without looking.

"Alright, thanks" you say, walking to the freezer section and grabbing a bottle you chug until it's almost empty. You're still hungry, but at least your throat doesn't feel like you've eaten sand anymore.

With the bottle in your hand, you take the time to scour around the store, looking for something to eat. You finally decide on some chocolates; heck, it's halloween. Going home and stuffing your face with a bunch of candy for what's left of the night does sound nice.

You finally spot the chocolates on a display, moving towards it. As you're about to grab a bunch and go, another hand interrupts you.

"Oh!" you exclaim out loud, stepping back.

Maybe you're haven't gone trick or treating in years, but you will treat yourself tonight. And not with the chocolates. There's a God out there, definitely, who has blessed you not only with great curves but also with the chance of showing them off in the precise moment.

"Sorry!" your voice chirps a bit too excited for your liking. Control yourself. You clear your throat, suspecting the burn in your cheeks gives you away.

You're supposed to be confident! Flirty and charming! You're young and pretty! But how can you not be nervous when the stranger looks like that?

The eye candy who sports tattoos and a bad boy aroma that makes you drool; the jacket and beat up look just adds the perfect layer to the whole vibe. You're known to have a preference for men who look like he does. Something about the dangerous makes your heart race and skin prickle. Then your eyes travel to the motorcycle helmet in his right hand. Yummy.

The heat in your cheeks returns.

You don't even know his name, yet you've oggled him up and down without shame. It's probably all the pent up energy you had saved for the party. You figure it has to be invested somewhere else. Maybe with him.

Him, who's way older than the other guys you've been with. But that just just makes it even better.

"It's okay" he speaks up, and his voice is not only what you imagined it to be. The rich grave undertone is making your panties wet just with the sound. "You go first"

He points to the stand full of said treats. You motion forward, not without putting some extra sway and effort in your walk. By the reflection of the mirror in the corner, you know you've at least got his attention.

"Done" you say, leaving some space for him to pass. "Would the gentleman give me the honor of knowing his name?"

"I'm Eddie" he extends his hand, "Eddie Brock".

You shouldn't be this excited to shake a hand but when his large palm engulfs yours, you find it hard to let go.

With the closeness, you take another look at his face, getting lost in his warm eyes and the eyebags that adorn them. It's unfair how good they suit him; unlike you after a wild night out.

"Nice to meet you. Very nice, indeed" you purr.

You also make sure to bat your eyelashes in a way your friends tease you but has proven to be effective every time.

It seems to have done its magic, because he also takes a look at you.

But it's different.

You can sense something else is happening when his eyebrows furrow first, then face contorting into a disgusted expression as Venom says: I want to eat her, Eddie. I bet she tastes as sweet as she sounds! It's too tempting!

"Shut up" he mumbles (but loud enough for you to hear), then mutters something like We're just supossed to eat the bad guys! but you're confused and hurt, so you don't really pay attention; your ego really taking a blow tonight.

"I beg your pardon?"

Eddie curses under his breath, "that wasn't for you".

"Right" you chuckle dryly, looking around at the empty store. "Don't see who else that could be for"

"I'm sorry, it's hard to explain" he rushes the apology, looking rather embarrassed. "Now, if you excuse me".

And walks past you like it's nothing. Maybe that weird spark you felt was just on you; the interest isn't mutual.

"Hi Mrs. Chen" you hear him salute the lady behind the counter. Sighing, you grab your chocolates and head to cash out, adding another deception to your already bad night.

The bell chimes again when you make your way to the line, behind Eddie, but this time, you don't bother to look.

"Well, hello" the voice behind you says. It takes you a few seconds to realize they're talking to you.

"Hi" you mutter a bit annoyed, looking at the front. The silence is dense, the beep of each of Eddie's (million) of chocolates being the only silence filling the store.

"Won't even spare a glance, doll?" they continue, despite your clear apathy. "C'mon, lemme see if that face is as pretty as your ass"

Blood rushes to your face, and you're so embarrassed your body stiffs, fully aware the other two people in the store have noticed. You hug your body, because there isn't really anything you can cover yourself with right now, not daring to look back.

Well, fuck me.

If you thought leaving the party was going to solve your problems, it's only proven to cause more.

Eddie finishes, leading to your turn. You give a strained smile to Mrs. Chen, and she just gives you a look of pity.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" they start to get irritated, and you just pray they don't follow you outside once you're done. "Are you deaf, Pamela?" he mocks, making your blood boil and skin sweat.

Mrs. Chen is done, but the stranger isn't taking your silence as an answer. Before you can leave, they grab your hand.

"Already leaving? You haven't even given me your name yet"

It's such a silly thought to have right now, but you realize you hadn't given Eddie your name either.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but she's clearly not interested, buddy" a voice speaks out, and you know it. It's probably the panic but you hadn't realize Eddie's still here. You hold his gaze for a few seconds, and even thought you hate having to depend on a man to be left alone, you need his help; so you plead, boring into his warm chocolate eyes.

"In case you haven't noticed, this is a two people conversation" the stranger snarls.

"Looks more like a one sided conversation to me" he bites back, making the stranger mad. That's the last thing you need. You just want to go home and curl under your warm and soft blankets; you've even lost your appetite.

"It's none of your business. Are you not understanding?"

"Oh, but that's the problem. You're the one that isn't understanding" what appears to be black surrounds his before bare neck, and you feel like you haven't completely sobered up, your mind playing games with you. The black engulfs his whole body, making him taller and more intimidating.

"It is" he threats on a distorted voice. Now, where Eddie's face used to be, another one replaces him: with white instead of two eyes and a big mouth with teeth and a really long tongue.

You hadn't even drink that much. No way this is real.

The stranger gulps, petrified. Oh, so they see it too; it's not you.

"Sorry, idiot. The lifeguard shift is over" and before the stranger replies, his head dissapear inside the mouth, chopping it off.

"Fuck!" you curse out loud, the body falling limp at your side.

A shiver runs through your back. This is a nightmare.

"Well, now that makes us two who know your secret now" Mrs. Chen adds in a rather monotone voice, and you wonder if people have gone insane―you included.

You can't even speak. Less when the black starts dissappearing, and it's Eddie's face and body again.

"Hey, sorry about that" you don't know who Eddie is talking to when saying that. "You okay?"

Okay? Sure, that you are. Fine? Not really.

"It's alright if you're scared" he reaches out to you but you flinch. He looks used to it, apparently, "I know this is weird".

You chuckle, bemused. "Weird? Not even in my wildest acid trip, I could've imagine that"

"It's easy to explain, but hard to understand" he begins, but trails off. "Would you, uh, let me?"

Well, he had saved you. If he wanted to eat you and have you go the same fate your harasser did, he would've done it by now.

Besides, common sense isn't really your strongest suit. Never was. You've had so many problems stem from it, including tonight's events, that you could probably write a column or do a podcast of it.

"Sure" you agree, "as long as you don't eat me".

You regret the (attempt at a) joke as soon as it leaves your mouth, but that is gone when you hear him laugh. A little pride fills your chest, especially at the velvet-like sound.

"I won't" he raises his palms in a playful manner, "but he wants to".

Not anymore, you don't eat the people you save!

"He?" you quirk an eyebrow, "you better rush that explanation, yeah?"

"Sure" he chuckles, "uh?"

"Y/n" you answer, and the honeyed tone is back. God, you need to get a grip. This guy could snap you in, "but just for tonight, Casey Jean Parker. So you better put some good use to it before she leaves, cowboy"

"Will take it into account, blonde" he laughs at your hair.

You hate it because it reminds you of Anne, pussy.

"Hey, it's a good wig!" you playfully slap his shoulder. "You wish you had hair like this".

You flip it, to which he just laughs. Then he bids goodbye to Mrs. Chen and you both head outside, where the wind hits your body cruelly.

A curse leaves your mouth, "Shit"

Eddie notices. Before you can react, he's putting his jacket over your shoulders.

"You got the seasons messed up, baby" he jokes, the pet name rolling off his tongue a bit too easily, "don't even think about taking it off; don't want you to catch a cold".

There's a beat of silence before he asks:

"So, about the costume..."

"I know" you properly put his jacket on. It smells like him: pine, gasoline, sweat and a bit of chocolate. "It sounded better when I came up with it in August"

"No!" he corrects hastily, then coughs "I like it".

Light pink creeps up his cheeks.

"Good to know I still got the charm" you joke, winking.

"Was this" he points with his ringed fingers up and down, "for a contest?"

"No, a party. Jesus, how old do you think I am?" you chastise in a mocking tone. "It's what pretty college girls do, Eddie: party".

Venom likes parties! I like her, Eddie!

"And if that's what you do, pretty girl" two can play the game it seems, "what exactly are you doing out of the water, Ms. Parker?"

You scoff, shocked. "You're supposed to give me your answer first".

Fortunately for Brock, you have a bad habit to overshare; it gets worse, especially with men. God knows you don't know such thing as boundaries.

You lay against the concrete wall, exhaling. Your worries condense in front of you as Eddie waits attentively, examining the way your face falls.

"I was supposed to go to a party today, hence the costume" you motion to your body, "but things went wrong".

"So you went?"

"And left" you add, "which wasn't part of the plan".

He lays next to you, crossing his arms. You try not to get distracted with the closeness.

"Why did you?"

"Leave? Because... well, things happened".

Your skin prickles uncomfortably, like it did back at the house you ran away from―the whole reason you're here, next to Eddie.

"That thing being...?" Brock presses, then realizing you probably don't want to tell, so he shuts up.

"Don't worry" it's like you guess his thoughts, "It's just... sort of embarrassing".

You breathe in some air.

"He wasn't supossed to be there. My ex" you clarify, "yet he went. And guess what? With his new girlfriend! And alright, I'm not a girl who holds grudges, but it hasn't even been two months since we broke up and now he's matching costumes with her?"

Saying it out loud sounds a tad bit childish, but Eddie doesn't seem to be judging, and your pride continues to be bruised, so you carry on with your little rant.

"So I drank a little too much and went up to them. I don't know what took over me, but one second I was dancing and then Pamela Anderson in Baywatch was grabbing Pamela Anderson as Tommy Lee's wife by her hair. Real blonde hair, on top of that... that bitch. I decided to be Pamela Anderson first! Which, by the way, would never do that. She truly is a girl's girl" pause, "by that I mean parading around with the guy I ended things with because of you"

We should eat them.

Instead of what Venom said, Eddie asks:

"Your boyfriend cheated on you?"

"Yeah" embarrassment washes over you, "The owner of the house is friend's with her. So, I decided it was for the best to leave. My not so bright idea that followed was to walk to the nearest store for some junk and head home. And now I ended on this side of town I don't know. Lucky me"

Lucky us that found you.

"Wow" Eddie manages to muster after all your information dump and Venom's little comment, "they're idiots. I'm sorry".

"Thanks, but my night is still ruined" you take a look at your legs, "now I have to walk home, and I suspect, bare―without your jacket".

He doesn't know what takes over him when he says, or maybe it's Venom giving him the boost of courage he needs.

"Need'a ride?" your face morphs into surprise. He adds, "Keep my jacket. That way you can give it back when we're there"

Your eyes trail to the bike parked on the side, which you guess belongs to him. This is hard because the decision is so easy.

Hey, sometimes you gotta do it for the plot!

"We both win" is his way of insisting. "No more stares, and my jacket gets express delivered to me".

You don't need that much insisting, almost instantly caving in, walking over the bike and hoping behind him―like you know he'd never hurt you; full on trusting him.

"I don't have a spare one. Use mine" he apologizes, handing you the helmet he carried before.

"Thanks" you accept, "at this point I'll have to pay you. Do you accept my chocolates? It's all I got with me"

"We'll discuss those arrangements later" his deep voice comments, and well, you might just give him anything he wants!

Before you can regret your life choices, the engine roars, Eddie making his way through the street, all your surroundings reduced to a blur.

"Woah!" you shout, but it gets lost in the wind and speed. Luckily for you, the wig is secured inside the helmet. At this speed, there would be a blonde mop on the street somewhere.

"Liking it?" he asks over the noise. You only can happily humm in response.

Honestly, you've never felt this... free before. It's liberating: your hair dancing in the wind, the crisp trepidation in your fingers, the way you dare yourself to let loose and let the experience consume you. It's the first time you truly feel alive.

All you can think now is on the adrenaline coursing through your system. That and the way you're holding onto Eddie's thick back, your arms caging his form. You can feel his heartbeat too, as steady as yours. You can't help but wonder if it's because of the ride or the passenger he's carrying in the back.

You keep giving him directions whenever he looks back, keeping it like that until you both arrive at your apartment complex.

Once the bike is parked, he whistles. "Nice. Much better than mine"

You give his helmet back, taking the wig off in the process too.

"I'll have to see it to believe it" you tease, and if he heard, Eddie pretends not to.

There's some silence until you understand it's over: the original "stuffing and watching horror movies until I sleep" isn't sounding as good as extending your time with Eddie. For some reason, you can't seem to let go yet, and accept that tonight was a rare occasion that will only be once.

"Well, I guess this is it" you hate the way the obvious disappointment drips in your tone, "thank you, Eddie. Goodnight"

You hop off and take the jacket out of your body. If your skin gets goosebumps, you'll blame the cold.

Guess Pamela Anderson didn't work her magic tonight.

"Wait!"

Or maybe she did.

"Yes?" you turn around, smiling a bit too much.

Eddie doesn't look at you when he says, "we didn't discuss the payment"

Your red lips purse into a smile.

"We can discuss the details inside" and point out your apartment on the third floor, "for the cold, obviously. It's warm up there, you know; I've been told they like my heat"

You finally recognize the feeling from before, at the store. It's mutual. The tension; it still lingers.

"Sure" he says sounding all but that, "show me the way".

Your voice drops as you say, "Follow me, then"

And you lead the way: wet spot in between your legs, growing as your excitement. As you open the door, Eddie can't help but think the inside is so you: sweet and girly―like a strawberry bubblegum.

"Like what you see?" you joke, sitting in the couch. It has double meaning, obviously, but Eddie is so oblivious he just answers:

"It's so... you" mentally slapping himself when he says it, "I mean... you know, pink"

Idiot! She's talking about herself.

You giggle, "And?"

Patting the empty spot next to you, Brock walks over, like in a trance. You can see him gulp―nervous, the adam's apple on his throat bobbing.

Coward! Say something.

"Pretty..." he breathes out.

His hand finds its way to your bare thigh, and the touch is so electric, it takes you a lot not to jump at the contact.

Now kiss her!

"Don't be scared, Eddie" your voice is so low he swears he's dreaming. "I don't bite" there's a pause before you add, "unless you want me to".

Do it!

He would be lying if he said Venom is the reason why he leans forward, wrapping his lips around yours. Why he suddenly feels hungry, starving, eating your mouth out like he hasn't had a meal in days is beyond him.

"That's right" you moan between kisses, "cash your pay out, cowboy".

His hands tug on your hair as he deepens the kiss, a few groans echoing around the apartment.

"I like it" he twirls a strand in between your fingers, "suits you better".

There's a hearty laug emitting from your chest, "you do? Show me then"

It's like something snapped inside of him.

His hand moves to hug you from behind, right at the bare spot the swim suit had.

"You smell so sweet" Eddie's inhaling the vainilla scent off your soft skin, and Venom growls in pleasure, "like a pastry".

You have to laugh again, because this man is clearly touched starved.

Now he's rubbing his nose along the length of your neck, leaving some wet kisses that have you swearing his tongue isn't human. He mumbles incoherences like he's drunk, begging he wants to shove his mouth where it belongs: that being between your legs, to taste what he’s been craving for so long.

"Well, if you want it so bad" you make a play at his earlier words, "eat it".

So with trembling hands, he's pushing the little piece of bathing suit until your clit is exposed. His other hand grips your hip, and it doesn't take that long for him to fall onto his knees, the pink fluffly carpet on the floor providing some ground.

He beggins to toy with it, leaving you to collect a gasp. Alright! He has experience. Not that you ever doubted it, but now that he's here, his fingers inside of you, you can't help but feel the luckiest girl in the world.

"Thought the sweet you wanted was some chocolates" you manage to joke between moans, his thick fingers too busy lubing the needy area.

He gets another moan out of you, "this is better" grabbing a finger out, he licks a bit of your essence left on his fingers, "tastes much better. Look at you, so wet already; good girl"

Now he's doing tight little circles, his thick fingers speeding up the pace―quicker and quicker, until you're writhing in his grip. Your red nail dig into his forearm leaving little crescents. The haze may be too much that you don't know if the way they instantly heal is something you imagined or not.

"P-please, Eddie" you mewl.

Let me try, Eddie.

Without explaining, his tongue begins licking your inner thighs where your liquids dripped. It sends a shiver down your spine, and God, how thankful you are about leaving the party. The consequences of your petty fight and disastrous little adventure didn't end up being so bad.

"Sweet" he exclaims in that distorted voice back from the store. Your eyes go wide, so he rushes an "I'll explain later".

He doesn't give you much time to dwell on it before his tongue finds its way to your core again: the muscle licking the wet folds of your sensitive clit before diving fully. You swear his tongue has gotten longer with the way he explores your warm insides, quickly finding the spot no one but yourself has correctly pleased before.

Soft sobs fall from your lips. "Yes, More! P-please!"

His tongue continues its ministrations, almost lazily against it. Your body tenses up, reacting to him so well, and the familiar warmth pools in your abdomen.

He keeps licking until you’re twitching in over-sensitivity. A groan escapes his drooling lips, "I'm still a gentleman, you know?" the vibration his voice makes in between your legs sends a delicious wave that does nothing but ignite the fire pooling in the low of your stomach. "Ladies first"

You deliciously cum on his awaiting tongue. Even in your haze, you find his eyes, and the previous warm brown looks closer to hungry now, his pupils blown wide.

"Go ahead" you encourage, "be a good boy for me and taste it".

His fingers lick your remains off of them, his tongue making an obscene display.

"Will you let me pay you, now?"

He doesn't even need to wait, his hand eagerly taking his cock out of his pants―taking the sweat pants out in record time, sliding his girth between your legs, rubbing it against your folds that give him a warm welcome, coating it in your wetness.

Eddie slides inside you with ease, his hands resting on your waist as he slams his entire length inside you. The couch creaks, the only other sound in the apartment your hiss, because of the initial stretch. He gives you time to adjust and then he starts moving. 

"Y/n, God. You pretty sweet thing" his hot breathe mumbles against your ear.

Never in your life you would've thought you'd gone home with a complete stranger, but by the way Eddie Brock is deep inside you right now, you may do it more often. Or even better, bring him back. Maybe meet his apartment next time.

Eddie thinks he's gone insane. He's never had sex like this before. Not even on his wildest dreams. Hell, doesn't know if it's the lack of activity before you, your filthy mouth dripping with moans or the way you perfectly wrap around him, or maybe his newfound stamina he could finally put to use, thanks to Venom. Maybe it's all that, but who cares? God, he's loving every second of it.

Eddie uses his hands to grab your ass, holding onto the soft flesh so firm, you'll have bruises tomorrow for sure. He starts pumping you fast and deep like an animal. You muffle your screams against the crook of his neck, fully aware that doesn't stop the paper thin walls from telling your neighbours the good time you're having.

You feel your moves start to get unsteady, your orgasm closer and closer. "I'm c-close" you blurt out and he growls instead of talking. The way your body jolts with each of his poundings is insane. Your friend will never let this go if you tell them. But it just feels so fucking good.

"Fuck!"

Your whole body shakes when the wave of pleasure heats you. His hand is suprinsingly soft, caressing your cheek as you rest your forehead against his to catch your breathe.

"That's the best sex I've ever had" he confesses, his voice sounding drunk. Every drop of alcohol in your system has completely vanished by now, but you feel dizzy too, the overstimulation driving your senses to it's limits.

But it doesn't make you stop.

"How can you rate something that hasn't finished?" you move your body so Eddie stays against the coach. When he realizes what you're trying to do, he half-supresses a moan. "If you want to give your opinion, you better finish the whole plate".

So now you're on top of him, riding his cock like nothing; you must also have a symbiote inside of you, because Eddie can't explain your infinite stamina. So young, so pretty and so goddamn tight; he really won tonight, huh?

The change of position makes his cock slightly change the angle, hitting your g-spot. "Oh my god, right here!" you gasp. Your pussy clenches while you keep bouncing on his dick. If it weren't for the bathing suit, your tits would be bouncing. That doesn't mean he doesn't imagine them, your nipples perking through the fabric making it all too easy.

"You're so perfect" he whispers against your shoulder, "you sweet little thing".

If he keeps calling you like that, you might ask him to stay the night.

You feel like it, so, as a reward, you press your lips against his and he moans at your cunt clenching. He knows you are close again.

"Cum for me, y/n" he demands in his deep voice. Your name in his lips is such an addictive sound, you're sure you've reached heaven.

"Cum with me, Eddie" you manage to say.

So now he sits a little straighter on your poor couch (that's seen and taken only so much) so he can wrap his other arm around your waist. You take him deeper every time, even if now the position makes it a bit uncomfortable, but every shiver of pleasure you get is worth it.

"At least look at me when you do it" his brown orbs bore into yours. You can't hold back any longer, your hips rolling to increase the friction.

Your second orgasm washes over you: toes curling and body shaking. You've never felt more tired and energetic in your life. So you fall in Eddie's strong tattoed arms. He joins you, painting your tight walls with his thick and white shots of cum.

You are both out of breathe but Eddie takes his time and kisses you deeply.

"I think this life guard is out of duty for now" you mumble sleepily against his arms, tracing lazily his tattoos. He chuckles, moving one of his hands to brush strands of your damp hair from your forehead.

"What about the chocolates?" he jokes.

"Fuck them" you yawn, "stay here". He might've heard it wrong.

Stupid Eddie and stupid little human brain. She wants us here!

After some minutes of silence your sleepy voice mumbles, "You didn't explain me anything, cheater. If you want to stay, talk".

He feels you rest your head on his shoulder, sleep taking control of your form. You look so cute, he starts to forget how shitty his life actually is.

Hey! I can hear your thoughts, idiot. Your life isn't shitty anymore, I'm here!

"How about a bed time story? I promise I won't leave any detail out"

You cuddle closer to his warm body, "Promise?"

He intertwines his pinky finger with yours, promising himself this won't be the last time he sees you.

"Promise"

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif @badassbaker

[tothosewhoyearnforit]

tgif (quickie) - tripleS zhou xinyu

mind you she says "are you still leaving?" on fromm after she sends this picture like how do u not expect me to be riled up ????

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, casting a sterile glow on your weary face. Your inbox overflowed, a digital avalanche of emails threatening to bury you alive. Another late night loomed, the prospect as appealing as a root canal. Heaving a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, you finally succumbed to the inevitable.

Pulling out your phone, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from the overworked computer. A quick text to Xinyu was the least you could do, especially after promising that you would come home earlier to watch a movie with her.

Honey, looks like I'm going to be stuck here late again. So sorry. Will order takeout.

You hit send, expecting the usual "Okay, love you" in return. Instead, your phone buzzed almost immediately.

A picture message.

You hesitated, then clicked on it.

Xinyu.

Not the tired, makeup-free Xinyu of the morning who grabbed your arm as you climbed out of bed. This was Xinyu take a selfie from the top, tongue sticking out and eyes sultrily looking at the camera. Almost the same view you'd get when you stand over, cock in hand and-

ping

Your breath hitched.

aww man...i was hoping we could do some painting after the movie too 😣

You stared at the picture, his heart pounding. Suddenly, the allure of a quiet night at home, of escaping the sterile office and diving into the warmth of Sarah's embrace, seemed infinitely more appealing than any amount of overtime.

You slammed your laptop shut, a grin instinctively splitting your face.

incentive accepted

The fluorescent lights seemed to dim, the office noise fading into the background. All you could see was Xinyu, waiting for you on her knees, and the promise of a night that would be anything but ordinary.

.

.

.

So much for burning the midnight oil, you think to yourself as Xinyu kneels before your raging cock, only this time, her face has been fucked thoroughly, saliva dripping down her chin.

"Gonna cum for me daddy? Paint my beautiful face with your hot. Thick. Load?"

You furiously jerk yourself off to completion in front of her face, spurts of semen flying onto her face like a lock on missile, some landing on her stuck out tongue.

You slump back against the couch as you finally start breathing again, blood rushing back to your head.

But Xinyu's not done. No.

She pulls your pants and boxers off your legs. Heck, you haven't even noticed that you hadn't taken them off fully yet.

"We're not done yet daddy."

You watch as her slender, naked body mounts you, perfect, bouncy skin glowing softly thanks to the dim lamp in the corner of the room.

She unbuttons your shirt and practically rips it off you while all you do is watch. And rest your hands on her curvy hips, admiring her figure of course.

"Want to show you what I learned from Yuqi.", she says as she kisses you before climbing off of your now naked body.

She drags a chair from the dining table and places it right in front of you. She takes a bottle of lube from the shelf and squirts some liquid on your cock before drizzling some on her pretty little feet. You watch as she runs the sole of her feet against the underside of your hardening cock, the friction being just the right amount to stimulate your pleasure senses once again.

"Don't think about work anymore daddy. It's TGIF."

(we need more tripleS smuts man, they're all stunners)

[moonymeloncholymoney]

Rid of him🍁

summary: no matter how hard life gets, one thing was for sure. You were never getting rid of Joaquin Torres ;)

Warnings: none, bad grammar ig, cocky joaquin (he is still a softie tho), fluff, reader being emotional

Word count: 2.2k

Author's note: I am so sorry for the late update. I was suffering from the worst writer's block and I have strict parents so😭😭. Anyways tysm for barring with me. This one is for @teamredlvr ik reader isn't exactly grumpy but I tried my best. Hope you guys like it 💗💗

Being a teacher at abbot is hard, heck being a teacher in general can be a catastrophe if you become one without ever having the true calling and love for teaching. When you do what you love, all the difficult things that come with it become a tad bit easier to handle but that still doesn’t take away from the fact that you have your hard days too.

and just like that you found yourself climbing the stairs of your exhaustingly long apartment because the lift wasn’t working, which didn’t really help in your case as your day wasn’t going very well to begin with.

After dealing with indecisive children and uncooperative parents you finally decided to head home, You had an entire class’s test to grade, a banner to make for the upcoming fest happening in your school and a truck load of paperwork from the school district inquiring about the progress of your children. You could deal with all of this but you didn’t want to, not when there were tears running down your face, snot on the shoulder of your favorite cardigan and not when you were carrying a bag full of test papers which were causing a deep burning hole to form in the skin beneath your bra strap. Everything about today felt like an unspoken burden that you had to carry because you made the mistake of doing something you love.

You finally reach your apartment door. You feel your bag dropping directly from your shoulders all the way to your fingertips and then hear it falling to the ground. You close your eyes, resting your head on the cold wooden door of your home. The scent of old linen and new laundry hitting you with a sense of comfort and security, you felt like home already. You decided to take the house keys from the back pocket of your jeans, when you feel yourself fall in front and collide with a warm body. You look up to find Joaquin in front of you, confusion and warmth in his coffee brown eyes.

 You hadn’t seen your best friend in about 8 months or so after he came to visit for Christmas last year. He had been deployed at Tunisia and you were swamped with work, the only form of contact between the two of you being, the letters he sent, the cards you wrote and the endless calls you both slept off to.

So, to see him standing there with a spare key in his hand, your favorite movie on the tv and a pair of cup noodles set on the table, does things to you that you can’t even comprehend.

You jump into his arms causing him to stumble a few steps behind him. “Hey hey hey, you okay? Y/n?” he doesn’t hug back right away, trying to get you to face him and tell him what’s wrong but you’re too busy trying to get the most of him as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Shhh…just be here, be here with me.”

He hugs back this time.

He knew you needed that hug but he didn’t realize how much he needed it too until he hugged back. You both poured all the year’s exhaustion into that one hug, easing into each other like two intertwining souls. He sighed into the hug and pulled you closer, making sure he gets enough of you to last at least another 8 months of deployment. It wasn’t until your cat purred at your leg when you both let go of each other.

“I guess someone missed me?” He tried to be cocky but failed miserably due to the fresh tears that had appeared in his eyes.

 You let out a teary laugh before continuing to speak, “I thought you weren’t supposed to come back till after next week? how i- oh my god I had a whole thing planned for your welcome party!” You admitted as you flung your hands in your face.

“The mission got over earlier than we expected and then I remembered that I have my beautiful best friend to tend to, now are you gonna tell me why you are crying? And don’t say it’s because you’re happy to see me, I know something’s up” you know arguing with Joaquin was only going to end up in vain. So, you decided to pick your bag up from the floor as he led you through your door.

You knew lying to him wont work, it never had. He was the kind of person who would poke you to death until you revealed what was bothering you. He cared and he would make sure that you knew of it, even if that meant that he had to be a bit annoying at times.  Life was good when you both were constantly in each other’s life. You remembered when he took you to McDonalds after your first boyfriend dumped you on prom night.

“One iced mocha coffee for you and one large-large big mac for both you and me cause I don’t want to die eating all of this alone” you wiped your eyes on Joaquin’s blazer which now sat on your shoulders, as you felt him slide down beside you on the floor outside McDonalds.

“hey” He shifted his gaze to you.

“hey” you said looking down, not wanting him to see the mascara stains that ran down your face smearing your cheeks black.

“If there is anyone who should be crying right now, it’s that pathetic fuck of a guy who even thought about leaving a girl like you on prom night, not you”

“He has a name you know?”

“yeah well, I don’t care”

“ Also…Joaquin Torres, did I just hear you curse?”

“Yeah well, you won’t let me kick his face so I might as well curse” he said as he took a big bite of his big mac.

“Yeah well I just wanted to say thank you and that I am sorry..” you admitted quietly ad you hugged your body tightly.

“wait why are you sorry?” Joaquin made a face so atrocious you thought he choked on his food. He turned completely to sit facing you.

“Well, I did ruin your prom night and I mean didn’t you finally ask that cute blonde out…wait what was her name again?”

“Jessca” he said going back to his original position, shoulder to shoulder to you.

“Jessica, yeah”

“no-no, jess-ca like she has no ‘i’ in her name” he laughed.

“Are you for real?”

“I am so for real, she almost had a seizure when I pronounced her name wrong but continued to call me jack the entire time. Now that I think about it, I don’t know why I even wanted to go out with her.”

“Yeah well me too. I should’ve known he was a dick when he said ant-man wasn’t a legit super hero”

you hooked your arm under his elbow, kept your head on his shoulder and opened your mouth for him to give you a bite of the big mac.

“Oh yeah then this one’s definitely on you.” You smacked his arm as he kept his head on top of yours.

there was a moment of silence, comfortable silence. The one where you appreciated each other’s company through unsaid words and through a million little actions that made you question if you two were just good friends.

“Also you never have to thank me or apologize for that matter”

“what?”

“I said you never have to-.” “No, I heard that but why?”

“because then you’ll end up saying thanks way more than you can ever imagine, cause you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon” he said he looked down upon you.

“You’re this big sap aren’t you?”

“Says the person who is going to start crying again” he says with a smile that says all you need to hear.

“Okay shoot.  What happened, who made you cry and do I need to kick someone because now I legally can” Joaquin said as he sat on the sofa in front of you. He handed you the takeout he got the both you.

“No you don’t have to kick anyone and I really wouldn’t want you to do that either”

“You’re no fun”

“and you’ve got sauce on your face”

“Y/N” he said while looking at you dead serious.

“Joaquin” you said as you wiped the sauce of his face and ate it of your finger.

“I am serious, tell me what’s wrong.”

You sighed and kept your food on the center-table beside you and sat with your knees to your chest. “i…do you think I am a bad teacher?” your voice went quite, and Joaquin’s throat went dry. How could you be a bad teacher? You, who spent hours teaching him 12th grade mathematics one day before the exam so that he didn’t fail and that too without losing your patience. You, who made an entire batch of cookies for your student book club after they finished reading their first book as a reward. Teaching was not an easy profession and definitely not a financially wise one either but you knew how much a good teacher impacted the kids so you wanted to be the same for your students and try to be bring change in any which way you could.

“Y/N, angel why would you think that?” he shifted close in front of you.

“Because a student’s mom literally said it to my face today, told me that I’d be a better teacher if I focused on teaching them out of textbooks instead of silly little novels” you said as a few tears fell from your eyes.

“but reading books helps increase their vocabulary and not just that it also helps them focus better” Joaquin admitted it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Exactly! Well, I tried telling her that but she lashed out on me and walked out of my class, I felt so stupid…so unwanted. And its not like Barbabra didn’t make me feel better, it’s just… I try my level best to make sure all the kids are learning in a way that expands their horizon. I just don’t want them to by heart the textbook, I want them to understand why the textbooks say what they do. I just wish the parents also looked at it that way instead of trying to make their job easier and getting over with their child’s homework as soon as possible”

Barbara was the senior teacher in the school and even though she did assure you that you were one of the best teacher’s out there, you needed to rant out your feelings to make sure that all your feelings don’t spill like a bottle of wine manhandled.

You were full on crying now, shirt drenched with tear drops and mascara smeared across your face the same way it did all those years ago. Joaquin kept his take out beside him and pulled you towards him through your elbow forcing you to sit with your head on his shoulder and your arm hooked under his elbow.

“Well according to me, someone who can’t even sit with their child and help them do their homework doesn’t get to call you a bad teacher.”

“Joaquin i-.” he shushes you with a finger on your lips, “Let me finish.”

“and you’re not the parent’s teacher, you are your student’s. So don’t you dare let any parent tell you otherwise, when you know damn well how much your students adore you. You are a great teacher and the class’s grade says all it has to. Also, you made Shakespeare interesting for me, do you know astounding that is for someone who barely got through 10th grade English. So, yes I don’t think you’re a bad teacher, I think you’re the best and the most fun teacher these children will ever have.”

He wiped your mascara smudged cheek and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you”

“ Yeah well I don’t know what I’d do without me either” he sighed as he picked up his takeout again.

You smacked his arm and opened your mouth to take a bite of the noodles he was having.

“Hey, that was mine!”

“Whatever is yours is mine” you said ad you grabbed the takeout from his hands and left a opened mouthed and a little offended looking Joaquin to stare at you.

“Oh you’re so going down” he said as snatched the takeout from your hands and put it on the table and got on both his knees on the sofa.

“Joaquin what are you- No Oh my god” your laughter echoed through the room as you felt your back touch the soft material of the sofa and Joaquin's fingers dug into the sides of your waist as he continued to tickle you.

You were crying from how much you were laughing, he was laughing from how much you were. And in that moment all was forgotten because you knew that you were not getting rid of him anytime soon and that was all you needed to know.

Taglist: @brittnicki @buckyytorres @halliejaade @joaquinwhores @cruel-seduction @fireinmoonshot @badboysupremelvr @teamredlvr @nathanbatemanfucker @glader13

[tortureddarkstar]

✩ IN BLOOM

AND HE LIKES TO SING ALONG / / AND HE LIKES TO SHOOT HIS GUN

DEAN WINCHESTER X F!READER

18+ CONTENT. MINORS DNI.

summary: dean teaches you how to shoot a gun. amongst other things.

inspired by: in bloom- nirvana

this was a very much ‘fine i’ll do it myself’ kinda feat. not enough dean fics out there esp since its spn season. this is also my tumblr debut x

lots of smut, not a lot of plot. hope u like x

“hey, focus.”

your attention snapped back to the ‘x’ dean had etched into a tree.

dean had his arms around you, thick hands encompassing yours which aimed his white colt at dean’s makeshift target.

“hm? oh, sorry.” you blinked your eyes a few times, drawing in on the target.

“no. not ‘sorry’. focus.” he grunted in your ear. “sure thing you can use a knife, sweetheart, but what happens when you’re too far? y’gonna throw your knife at a ghost?”

“well that’s why i have you and sammy.” you shrugged, to which earned you a jab in the back from dean.

“keep your back straight.” dean rumbled, eyes rolling at your overt smartness.

“ow.”

“yeah, you’re gonna feel an ‘ow’ when you’ve got claws down your body. back straight, eyes on the target.” you took note of how his father’s drill training peeked through his orders to you, even after all these years.

you huffed, fixing your posture and lining up dean’s colt.

there was something twisted about such a pure, little thing using dean’s favoured weapon.

not only had he used it on countless demons, ghosts, werewolves- heck people too. but you remembered the first time time he had used it on you.

on a hunt, not too long ago, he caught you staring a little too mindlessly towards him.

well, not towards him. more so the colt.

and when you had told him later that night that you wanted him to use it on you, he seemed, at the time, a little taken aback, hesitant even.

however, you watched, writhing under him, as that hesitance turned into malevolence and instead of giving himself to you that night, he gave you only his gun.

“come on baby, work for it.” dean coaxed, admiring your contorted face and your wanton whimpers.

“you gonna shoot that anytime soon?”

fuck, now you were wet.

“sorry, m’just distracted.” you mumbled, furrowing your brows, determined to actually shoot now. “focusing now.”

dean was still behind you, heavy grip on your elbows, heavy breath in your ears.

yeah we’ll see about focusing.

dean had no intention to distract you by any means, in fact it was his idea for you to learn how to use a gun- “sam and i aren’t always gonna be there. and i don’t plan on you leaving anytime soon either.”

but you were taking way too long trying to shoot a target less than six feet from you, and dean never has any objections to a bit of fun.

he watched as your index finger finally began to apply pressure over the trigger. his mind calculating when exactly to introduce some fun into this little training session.

dean slowly took his hands off yours, letting it snake down to rest on your waist.

“dean, what are you doing?” your voice had already begun to shake, the weight of the colt feeling heavier as your palms started sweating.

“nothin’. focus.” dean dismissed, his hand traversing down, down, until he found the buttons on your jeans, toying with them until he hit the band of your panties.

“dean.” there was no way you were concentrating at all on that tree anymore.

“let’s play a little game, huh? the closer you are to the target, the closer i get to where you really want me.” his fingers slipped under the waistband of your underwear. “that sound fair, sweets?”

instead of answering, you pulled the trigger, the bullet burning a hole in the tree 20 centimetres above from where you wanted it to go.

“that a yes, huh?” he grunted in your ear “but, i said the target, baby.”

“dean.. please.” you huffed out, eyes rolling as your head fell back onto his shoulder, the gun almost slipping out of your hands.

“monsters are more distracting. shoot. right in the middle, i know you can do it baby, come on.” dean’s voice was gruff in your ear, sending an entire wave of shivers down your spine.

you glanced down as his hand crept closer to where you craved him, edging around your clit, but never touching it.

inhaling, you straightened your back, shook away the shivers, and regained your grip on his colt.

“that’s a girl.” dean whispered, nipping your earlobe before granting you a sickly sweet kiss, stark in contrast to the current situation. he felt you whimper into the kiss before pulling away, not yet granting you any such reward.

this time you tried not to think as hard. yes thinking too hard would send you over the edge, resulting in a punishment from dean, but you also tried to rationalise- you wouldn’t be thinking too much if you were being chased by a demon, right?

the second shot was much better and much closer, not smack in the middle like he wanted but close enough for dean to finally reward you with attention to your aching clit.

“come on baby, third times the charm.” now dean was moving his right hand from your right elbow, allowing it to slip under your shirt and rest upon your left tit.

“s’too much, dean. please.” he could tell from the whiny tone of your voice that you had begun to tear up.

oh, he’d give you something to cry about.

without warning, he stuck his middle finger into you, letting the heel of his palm push against your core.

“see how nice i am? hmm?” he grunted, digging his finger and palm into you. “now, you make that shot and i’ll give you what you want. if not, all you’ll have tonight is that there colt.”

now that drew a moan out of you.

“we’ve a deal, pretty girl?” dean nosed at the side of your face, grinning slightly at your torment.

nothing but a pathetic hum, bordering a grumble, came out.

a mumble of ‘good girl’ came out of his mouth and into your hair as he resumed his movements inside.

just like the previous two times, you repeated your actions. straight back, tight grip. and just like the last time, you tried your damndest to clear your mind. even though it was harder now with his finger in you, moving with more fervour and more dexterity.

you bit your lip in both concentration and suppression of a throaty moan. your finger, once again, gripped the trigger as you pressed down, your eyes following the bullet as it hit the target.

smack. in. the. middle.

you began smiling but your celebration was cut short by dean finally moving as fast as you wanted, adding another finger, just as you wanted and finally, turning you around so he could kiss you. just as you wanted. finally making you cum, just as you wanted.

“atta girl. knew you could do it. baby just needed a bit of encouragement, huh?” dean goaded. through your concentration and your post-orgasmic haze, you hadn’t noticed that dean had taken himself out of his confines, allowing you to feel just how hard he was.

with as much might your jelly-legs could muster, you jumped onto him, caging him as you pushed him backwards on the hood of his impala parked conveniently behind you.

“you want this, baby? want me to fuck you on my car?” he tugged your head back by your hair to watch your reply- jaw slack with a hastened nod and moan. “dirty girl.”

you let his mouth envelop yours before he spun you both around, setting your back onto the car. from here, you could see just how desperate you were for him, a collection of your juices had darkened his boxers, a little on his open fly, catching the light of the cloudy sun.

you carried on staring, eyes glazing over as he lined himself up with your entrance, that beautiful sting electrifying as he settled deep into you.

“dean.” you whined. your hands had moved from holding his midsection to cradling his face as your nails dug into his neck, bringing him into a kiss that was purely teeth and tongue, encouragement for him to keep moving.

a few, albeit long, minutes pass of dean rocking in and out, in and out of you with the occasional kiss or tug at each others hair, all the while your moans of his name and other incoherencies fill the air of the murky woodland dean had sought out for your ‘lesson’.

oh what a lesson this was.

dean found himself moving faster now, his hands and hips most likely bruising you. he would be lying if he said that’s not what he wanted. swallowing one of your breathy moans once again, his thumb moved to your clit, bringing you to the edge right next to him.

the twittering of crows were now drowned out by mumbles of ‘dean’, ‘so good’ and other mismatched phrases, stark in contrast to your usual eloquence.

“come on baby, cum with me. come on.” dean goaded, his thrusts getting harsher as his words got more strained.

obedient as always, you took the thumb of the hand cradling your head into your mouth, sucking, licking, biting on it as your brow-bone tilted up- both signs of your ever-approaching orgasm.

soon enough, ramblings of heated compliments were overtook by the increasing pitch and tone of moans, the last articulate sentence being dean’s- a simple warning of his seed spilling into you falling from his pout lips, enough to push you over the edge you’d been teetering on for the past ten minutes.

ever eager to please, you let go.

spasm after spasm washed over you as dean watched from above, cheshire cat-smile across his face as he watched yours contort when he pulled out to stand and admire his handiwork.

he waited and watched as you sat up on the impala, leaning on your hands. dean revelled in the way your hair tangled, your tits spilling from the tank you wore, matching the dark-wash jeans that had bunched up around your knees.

you were in bloom. and oh how he basked in it.

[ohburgee]

( - Regenerates from ashes - )

Hi can I get a Forgetful!Reader x John Doe ( Forsaken ) hcs.. they sometimes forget the corruption arm and I dunno what the heck happens when you touch it, but I'm pretty sure it's different from the trail..

i think I'm weird so I cast fire on myself :O

( - combusts in fire - )

When i reading this, i immediately thought of Blind Reader and 1x1x1x1 Hahaha, i also want to write about Doe's corrupted arm, but this request came to save my life. Well, thank you for your John Doe request :>

Curiosity - John Doe x Forgetful!Reader

You watch him sitting in the chair, talking with his henchmen, while you sit across from them, quietly observing. But something catches your eye, his arm.

You sigh, eyes fixated on John Doe’s corrupted arm.

You’ve always wondered what would happen if you touched it? Would it burn your hand? Cause you pain? Or worse, corrupt you, too?

You're curious. Deeply curious about him. About his corruption. You want to touch it, to feel what it does to him.

Not out of recklessness, but because you care. You're worried about him.

...

After roaming around his place for a while, you find comfort under a wisteria tree, its beautiful lavender leaves calming you.

Once you’ve had your fill of the scenery, you head back inside. As you walk past a room, something catches your attention. You step back and peek inside.

It’s Doe. Asleep on an armchair.

Realizing it’s his room, you quietly step inside. The door creaks and you curse under your breath, quickly checking if he woke up. He’s still asleep. Maybe that meeting tired him out.

You slowly approach him and kneel beside the chair, admiring his peaceful sleeping face. A soft snore escapes him, and you chuckle quietly.

Your gaze drifts again to his corrupted arm. Curiosity spikes once more. You want to touch it.

You slowly raise your fingers toward the dark, spiked limb, just inches away, when suddenly-

A noise from the shelves. A cat jumps down.

You sigh in relief, but when you turn back around, you freeze. Doe is awake, quietly staring at you. You brace yourself for anger, but… his expression is calm.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur.

He smiles softly and lets out a light chuckle, sitting up as you stand.

“You forgot something,” Doe says.

You blink in confusion. He sighs, “Remember what I told you? You’re not allowed to touch my arm.”

Your eyes widen as the memory rushes back. He had warned you. Said something bad would happen if you touched it.

You groan at your own forgetfulness and plop down beside him. He chuckles again, but coughs into his hand, catching your attention.

“Come here,” he says gently.

You slowly stand and walk over. He pulls you onto his lap, turning his corrupted arm toward you.

You look at him, surprised, and he smiles.

“Actually… I lied. Nothing will happen to you if you touch it.”

Your brows rise. He gestures toward his arm. “Go ahead.”

You meet his eyes, then slowly reach out, brushing your fingers along the spikes. Your hand moves through the smoke rising from it, watching as faint 01 numbers flicker across the surface like glitches.

You can’t help but smile. Doe notices, and chuckles at your delighted expression.

The two of you sit there quietly, sharing the moment.

Later, he gently leads you to bed, and when he sees you’ve fallen asleep, he leans in and kisses your forehead with a smile.

[xiepheer]

You know i have a ideia here so what If Y/N from “child of the Beast's au” dating her parents enemies aka Dark Cacao golden cheese and pure vanilla cookie as for them to say to Y/N that they are breaking up with them but as a April Fools' joke of course but Y/N just took It very serious then having the Beast's do that “i just want to talk to him” meme because It would be funny

Happy late April Fools my friend :)

Fools

Beast cookies x reader x ancients

Hello everybody! I am so SO SO SORRY for leaving yall hanging like that for days 😭🙏

I didn't have motivation for the past few days😭

BUT. HERE WE GO 🔥

Summary: the ancient cookies are reader's lover and pranked reader for April fools, telling how they have to break up. Reader took it seriously and told their parents who are the beasts

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Shadow Milk cookie

Shadow Milk cookie didn't really care who you're dating at the moment.

Though if he sees the signs that you were getting hurt, he would not let that slide that easily.

He doesn't know that your lover is Pure Vanilla cookie.

His biggest rival.

And of course, poor Pure Vanilla cookie doesn't know who your father is too.

So when he pranked you or fooled you, you thought he was serious.

So you told your father.

He DEMANDED to meet Pure Vanilla.

He was raging and wasn't expecting your lover to be his RIVAL.

"Wha-... YOU?!"

He yelled.

Pure Vanilla wasn't also expecting your father to be Shadow Milk.

"Shadow Milk?! What are you doing here!"

Pure Vanilla yelled back.

You weren't used to hearing Pure Vanilla yell.

He was always the soft, gentle, and despite his age, carefulness.

Unlike your father.

Your father is a jester clown.

One that would humiliate you but he knows that you too have feelings.

Feelings that he cannot have except for anger and mock.

"I am here because Y/N, told me her boyfriend broke up with her/him!!"

Shadow Milk growled through gritted teeth.

Pure Vanilla stayed composed once again, looking at him and looking at you like you cheated.

"And what are you to her/him?"

Pure Vanilla had high hopes.

Hoping that he was a friend of yours.

"HER FATHER!"

Shadow Milk snapped.

Pure Vanilla sure as hell didn't expect that.

Father? You? Your father is HIM?

The very person that ruined his life and traumatized him?

"Dear one, your father is HIM?"

Pure Vanilla looked at you. His voice gentle and soft.

He wasn't mad.

In fact, relieved that you didn't bring him here because Shadow Milk is gonna be the replacement.

You just nodded in agreement.

The anger still evident on your face.

"Oh my dear I one. I was hoping you'd remember that it's April Fools day!"

Pure Vanilla said with a soft smile.

"I was not expecting you to take this seriously! I was hoping you'd realize it's April Fools day!"

Pure Vanilla spoke again, this time, giggling softly.

"What."

Both of you and your father's voice echoed.

Confusion on both of your faces.

When you realized, you laughed with Pure Vanilla.

Though you were still mad at him for doing this.

Shadow Milk wasn't having it.

Your Boyfriend is his rival.

He yelled at you but soon gave up as he realizes you truly do love the old geezer.

He just let's you date the soft guy but he doesn't tolerate him.

"I swear I did NOT wait in that stupid tree for this to happen."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Burning Spice cookie

Burning Spice cookie is known as the cruel and destructive ruler of the Spice Kingdom.

And though he's cruel, he still cares for his dearest daughter/son.

And he finds out you're dating someone, he's hoping that the someone you have is worthy of having you and your attention.

This king would take things seriously, especially if you are the one who have gotten hurt.

He doesn't even know who your girl/boyfriend is.

Heck he doesn't care. As long as they can fight, they're welcome in his temple.

Golden Cheese cookie on the other hand, doesn't know you lived with the demon.

She doesn't know that you're related to one of her biggest rivals that almost put her kingdom to extinction again.

But one day, one specific day, April Fools day, she thought of something which is either gonna end okay or not.

When she told you, you hadn't given her a chance to hug you and tell you 'April Fools'.

You just ran off because you thought she was serious.

And then you told your father which he was enraged.

"WHO DARES HURT MY HEIR AT THRONE!?"

His booming voice echoed in the temple, nearly making it collapse.

He stormed to you and demanded you the name of your heart breaker.

And let me tell you that he was not happy hearing it was Golden Cheese cookie.

When you showed your father to Golden Cheese, she threw her arms over you, apologizing over and over again before glaring at him.

"What're you doing here demon?"

Golden Cheese cookie glared and growled at him.

Meanwhile, Burning Spice scoffed at her words.

"Well isn't it obvious? My heir here seems to have a problem with her/his lover. And why are you throwing arms at her/him?"

Burning Spice crossed his arms as his huge figure loomed over you and Golden Cheese's form.

Golden Cheese still have her arms draped around you, her wings flapping in the air.

"Well as you can see, she's/he's MY darling!!!"

Golden Cheese barked at Burning Spice, earning a scowl from him.

"You little CHICKEN WINGS!!!"

Burning Spice barked in anger.

Golden Cheese turned back to you, not caring about the angry barking demon behind you two.

"Well my treasure, I see you've taken this seriously... Way too seriously... But, I was hoping you'd notice that it's April Fools day!"

Golden Cheese smiled at you.

Your cheeks heated up, a tinge of red forming at your cheeks as you realized the situation.

"Forgiven but please do not do that again.."

You spoke.

You turn to your father which you silenced and explained your relationship with her.

Unfortunately, he won't accept her until she fought and defeated him.

But Golden Cheese didn't want the risk to lose her soul jam again so she accepted it.

But of course you and her are still together.

"Little bird declined my offer for acceptance... I'll try next time. I'm gonna have to give her wings to stretch before I rip it with her limbs!!"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Mystic Flour cookie

For Mystic Flour cookie, she doesn't really mind who your lover is. Rival or not, as long as they treat you well, they're in good conditions with her.

She doesn't question your relationships and instead encourage you to keep a healthy relationship.

Mystic Flour, the master of the Ivory Pagoda, she often sleeps in her cocoon while you were set off to the mysterious and mischievous world.

Mystic Flour often doesn't cause destruction unlike the other beasts.

She's just pretty chill and is just staying with her servant who acts like your younger brother, Cloud Haetae and you.

Now since she doesn't really care about your lover, she either knows or does not know who your lover is.

Now, Dat Cacao cookie may seem like a cold lover.

Yes he is cold when you're in a crowd with him.

But he turns into a softie and would often cuddle you in bed, spooning you to his chest.

Dark Cacao is not the type for pranks but his mind suggested that maybe for once, it could be valid.

So that's what he did.

And instead of laughing, you ran away instead.

He ran to catch you but oh boy... Stairs.

So you ran up yourself, to your mother's cocoon.

Begging and asking her what's wrong with you and why the only person you trusted has given up to your relationship.

She instead hugged you, comforting you and asking for the cookie to turn them into flour.

When she met the cookie that you had told her that was your lover, her eyes turned black, slit pupils can be seen.

"I see, you are the one who has hurt my daughter's/son's heart?"

She spoke in her usual voice of not showing emotions.

Now Dark Cacao, still panting from the stairs, he was also in shock as he didn't expect your mother to be his enemy.

"You!! Why are you here?! And whore you calling daugh-ter.. Oh"

He paused.

He could clearly see that you and your mother look a like.

Why didn't he notice this before?

"I thought I had made you vanish!"

Growled your boyfriend.

"Did you really think that you could destroy me easily? I only retreated as I know my place. I will not hesitate to turn your people into flour"

Your mother protectively spoke.

You knew she was speaking up to you and at the same time, threatening him.

"Hm... Perhaps my blade shall cut through your delusions again."

Dark Cacao spoke before turning to you, his gaze softening at the sight of you.

You really had believed him and never checked the calendar?

"And as for you my queen, have you not check your calendar? It is stated that it's April 1st, April Fools day."

Dark Cacao stated, his voice soft and his eyes locked onto yours as he sees the realization in your eyes.

"April... Fools... Day?"

Your voice was finally heard.

Quiet and steady like your mother's.

"Yes my queen. Perhaps next time, you should check your calendar to not miss any events my dear. "

He said, walking to you and pulling you in a embrace.

Your mother just watched with wife eyes and slit pupils.

Never would she see her enemy hugging her own daughter.

Now in the future, Mystic Flour cookie just learned to accept the fact that you're truly in love.

But she also cannot accept the fact that it's her enemy.

Her soon to be son in law.

Though she truly accepted it.

"Wishes are meant to come true but it's not always gonna end well. Be careful for what you wish for."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Hiya guys! It's me again! Just wanted to apologize like so SO SO SO badly for leaving yall out like that 😭🙏

I just really don't have the motivaton to write!

Thank you all for reading! Hope yall like this one! 🫶

[sunday-bug]

Hi! Request? Congressman James Bucky Barnes has been overworking himself and you try to convince him to take a break which causes a small argument between the two of you.

oooh ok! Heck 🥺

“I just think you need to take a break,” you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “You’re overworking yourself.”

“I’m fine,” he says exasperatedly.

“You’re not fine. I can tell,” you press, looking at him seriously.

He continues loading the dishwasher, the last remnants of your romantic dinner going down the drain.

“I said I’m fine. This is important work, okay? I’m making a difference,” he says, adding a plate to the machine.

“I know, babe, I know you’re making a difference, but you’re going to burn yourself out,” you say. “Just take a day or two-”

He cuts you off, “Enough!” He slams the dishwasher door shut. You snap your jaw shut and narrow your eyes at him.

“Jesus,” you mutter, “fine.” You pad into the bathroom and shut the door behind you quietly. You hear him pace from the kitchen to the living room before making his way to the bathroom door. He sighs quietly before knocking gently.

“Doll?” He whispers, resting his forehead on the door. “Can you open up?”

You look in the mirror at yourself before walking to the door to open it. He takes you in his arms and hugs you tightly, breathing “I’m so sorry,” into your hair.

“Thank you. And I’m sorry for pressing the issue,” you say, hugging him back.

“No, no, babe, you don’t have anything to be sorry for. You’re just looking out for me. You’re right, anyway. I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” he runs a hand down your cheek. “That’s proof enough that I need a day or two away from the office.”

You pull back so you can look at him, “I just love you, honey. I don’t want you to crash out from everything, ya know?”

“I know, love. I know,” he says softly before kissing your forehead. “I love you too.”

“Come on, lay down on the couch with me. I’ll play with your hair,” you say, pulling him towards the living room.

“I don’t deserve you,” he says, following you.

“Don’t say stuff like that, Bucky” you reply, settling into the couch. “Now, c’mere. I’ll help ya relax.” He lays down on the couch, head settling into your lap, and your fingers entwine themselves into his dark hair, massaging and combing through. He lets out a contented sigh.

“You have magical fingers, you know that?” He whispers, eyes closing.

You giggle quietly, “No, I think you just love me a little bit.”

He smiles, “I think I love you a lot, doll.”

-the end-

Taglist: @ruexj283

[yandere-romanticaa]

I'm exhausted as heck but going through Ruan Mei's character stories really had me thinking... It's important to note that she's very tricky for me to characterize, especially in my writing, so I apologize if she's too off. Also, again, I am super tired. Sorry if there are too many mistakes here.

Ruan Mei walks swiftly across the massive space ship, in her hands a delicate, porcelain plate with pink flowers etched into its edges, giving it a lovely little touch that was unmistakably her own. On it were an assortment of various treats, each most likely hand made by the woman herself as each and every one seems to be so perfect, one would even feel guilty for even thinking about eating them.

The sea of scientists continued to whisper amongst themselves, their ears perked and knowing eyes watching the gorgeous woman strut down the hall without a care in a world, her beautiful, long legs on display for the whole crew to see.

She truly was the epitome of beauty and excellence. Madam Ruan Mei has managed to achieve so many incredible things in her short lifetime, things that could make or break galaxies, she has managed to concoct creations both precious and terrible and it was all in the name of science. She truly was a vision, an unstoppable force to be reckoned with - no one could shake off that cool expression off that otherworldly face of hers, no one.

So why, oh why, was this illustrious woman always wasting so much of her time with such a dull witted person?

The gossip spread like wildfire, many being envious of the little scientist which could always be spotted by her side. Ruan Mei would always regard them with her own kindness, always asking for their input on various things. It did not go unnoticed how she would secretly write down whatever would be exchanged between the pair, the little notebook always close to her person.

One bold man decided to sneak into her office one day, his own curiosity too much to handle. He wished to know the nature of the pair's relationship, for it was well known that Ruan Mei was no ordinary woman. The tips of his fingers burned as he rummaged through her desk, the endless files all being dropped carelessly onto the floor as he pondered and pondered -

What was Ruan Mei planning? Why did she fancy that no name scientist so much?

The person in question was at the bottom of the food chain on the Space Station, never even bothering to go up the ranks. They merely seemed to be content with making a decent salary and live out the rest of their days in bliss and comfort.

Which is why it got people talking - why did Ruan Mei seem to enjoy this person so much? How have they managed to keep her attention for so long?

The gossip was too thrilling, too good to just pass up on. With a sick grin, he had found what he was after the whole time. With the stars as his only witness, he made the decision to unveil the secrets of this glorious, once in a millennia born scientist. His fingers danced across the edges of the booklet, its secrets all for his eyes now. Just as he was about to open it, he took a deep breath.

That seemingly innocent thing had cost him dearly.

Suddenly, it felt as though his throat was closing in on him, his windpipes somehow getting crushed by an invisible hand as he choked on his own blood, hand trembling as he reached out towards the massive window, being met with nothing but the deep, vast cosmos.

Such a pitiful death, she thought to herself as she stood by her office door, a small gas mask on the lower part of her face.

Since stepping foot here, Ruan Mei knew that she and her new friend had become the latest hot topic.

Thing is, she just did not care to even entertain the people who spewed such venom. In a way, she could not help but to watch this unravel, to see just how far the people would go in order to entertain their ideas.

Heels click against the cool tile floor as she now stands above the deceased. Fixing her hair, she glances at the booklet, clutched in his soon to be rotting hand and she lowers herself to pick it up. She looks at it for a few moments, her mind suddenly going into overdrive as she wonders the exact same question - why did she fancy that scientist so much? What was it about that person that piqued her interest?

Oh well, no matter. She'll gladly continue to indulge herself until she gets a satisfactory answer.

[gojoidyll]

There is No Law that Emperors Must be Fair

Emperor ! Jing Yuan x Princess ! Reader

Chapter 18 | Nightly Visitors

You are set to marry the Emperor, Jing Yuan. In order to break the engagement, you stage an accident and fake having amnesia. But now, your own cruel, cold, and distant fiancé, who seemed to not want anything to do with you, is now acting all lovey dovey!

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Feixiao invited herself into your room as you closed the door behind her. Seeing such a person was still unbelievable to you. Heck, you thought you would never meet the emperor either, and yet here you are. Feixiao then turned to you after she inspected your room, her eyes were shining as knelt before you causing you to jump.

“Princess.”

“Y- yes?”

She tilted her head up at you, “I know it is wrong of me to ask such things of you, but I need your help,” she raised her hand to you making you hesitate before gently laying your palm into her own to which she gently took a hold of, “the Emperor is treading down a dangerous path and I wish to stop him before he burns down the whole world in his wake.”

“I- I don’t know how to help you though…”

Feixiao’s gaze landed on the key necklace around your neck, and you got the picture quickly, “the other key,” you managed to say.

Feixiao nodded while still holding your hand, “will you help me get it?”

You closed your eyes and thought for a moment, getting home was proving harder than you thought, “alright…, I’ll help.”

But, you thought to yourself, I can’t let them revive Sunday with those keys. There must be another use for the keys which is why everyone wants them so bad.

You jumped a little when you felt her lips press against your knuckles before she stood up, her grin almost infectious, “thank you, princess, and I promise, once this is all over I’ll get you home!”

She had bid you goodnight then, leaving your room in a hurry as you were once again left to your thoughts.

“Too much as happened today,” you mumbled as you started to finally feel tired, but the call to your bed was short lived as there was yet another knock on your door causing you to groan outwardly. You were quite popular tonight it seems.

“What is it-,” you voice got cut off when you opened the door, “Blade?”

“The Emperor wishes to speak with you.”

“At this hour? And besides, I thought I told you to get lost,” you peeked outside the door in hopes of seeing Gepard, but he has already retired for the night.

Blade raised his hand causing you to flinch, but he merely held the door open to keep you from slamming it shut.

“I wasn’t… going to hurt you.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him, “r- right, sorry…”

“If it is any consolation, the emperor isn’t summoning you because you’re in trouble.”

“Then why? Is it about earlier?”

Blade said nothing as he stepped aside causing you to sigh and go back into your room to grab your blanket and wrap it around yourself so you wouldn’t be prancing around in just a nightgown.

“And your shoes?”

“I’ll be fine,” you said as you briefly realized you didn’t own a pair of fluffy slippers. Though, you yelped loudly when you felt yourself get lifted, your feet were no longer touching the cold marble floor as Blade held you close to his chest.

“Blade-!”

“Just let me hold you like this until we get to the Emperor.”

You quieted as you stared at his face, his expression looked… sad.

“Blade… what’s wrong?”

Truthfully you weren’t mad at Blade. Yes, he did sort of out you in one of your other lives, but it wasn’t like he was your enemy, and Sunday’s plans for him…

He did not answer you as he escorted you to Jing Yuan’s bedroom, and to hopefully console Blade in some way you decided to wrap your arms around his neck and lay your head against his chest as he carried you. You do not know what has happened with him in the past hours from when you last saw him, but you hoped it didn’t have anything to do with Sunday.

Maybe he knows what is to be done with him.

“We’re here.”

You lifted your head as you were once again brought to Jing Yuan’s door.

Blade had gently set you down, your feet instantly feeling the cold floor as you steadied yourself and raised your hand to knock on his door. You looked to Blade when you heard a faint come in from deep within the room, and Blade merely shook his head, “I am to stay here.”

You turned back towards the door and grabbed onto the handle and pushed it open.

“Close the door behind you,” Jing Yuan said to which you obeyed and when you looked back you saw that Blade was no longer looking at you as you closed the door. A small part of you wished that this was still your first life where Blade had promised to protect you.

“You were here earlier weren’t you? When that maid greeted you at the door?”

When you finally brought yourself to look at Jing Yuan you found it odd how he wasn’t dressed in his usual armor. Instead he was wearing a simple dress shirt and black slacks. It was a nice change.

“Y- yes, it was. I am deeply sorry about that by the way. If I had known that you and the maids were … that close, then I swear I wouldn’t have intervened like that.”

Jing Yuan chuckled softly, “then why is it that I sense so much anger from you?”

He was sitting at a table situated in his room and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him or at how relaxed he was which was when you finally noticed it. Your nose crinkled when the strong stench of blood hit you in full force.

“W- what- what is that?”

You looked around briefly before your eyes landed to the doorway leading to his bedroom, on the floor in there you could see a large pool of blood slowly forming. Jing Yuan followed your gaze, “ah yes, that. I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.”

You didn’t listen as you took shaky steps towards it, and when you got to where he was seated he grabbed your wrist, but you had a clear view now. There was the maid, dead on the floor. Blood splatters painted the room like some horror story you would hear in the dead of the night to scare children from sneaking out of the house.

“Why-“

Jing Yuan harshly tugged on you causing you to stumble to the side and fall right into his lap.

“When you became my beloved fiancé I had every intention of stopping my little trysts with the maids. However, there were a few who were determined to keep their places as common whores.”

You shook within his hold, your fear becoming quite amusing to him.

“You should be happy, aren’t I proving myself to be loyal? The moment I took your hand, I made it clear to my servants that I only wanted to be devoted to you, but… give them a little attention and suddenly they think they have me wrapped around their finger…”

He made you look away from the maid, “do you believe me?”

You felt if you said yes or no then that would be a boring answer, and you knew how he felt about boring people. If only I was that princess from his past, then he wouldn’t be treating me this way, you thought.

“Then why was she in your room if you made it clear you weren’t doing that anymore?”

Jing Yuan let go of your arm as he sat back in his chair, your legs now straddling him as they hung off each side of him. Your blanket was long forgotten on the floor by this point and your hands, oh you didn’t know what to do with them, so you settled with resting them on his hard muscled chest.

“She wanted to hurt you because she knew that you would be coming to me or, at least, that I would be coming to get you.”

He moved his hands to rest on your hips, and you briefly wondered where his key was.

“And you promise that nothing happened you just- just,” you struggled to say it but managed somehow, “killed her?”

“I promise you my life.”

Despite being around a dead body, you had to admit that you were at least no longer mad about the whole ordeal, though, a part of you still felt bad. The maid lost her life after all.

“So… where are you planning to sleep now?”

His eyes glinted in the lamp light making you feel uneasy about the answer he was about to give.

“Your room, of course.”

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My heart belongs to u - RR

Pairing: Roman x Destiny

Higher ground by Stevie wonder was playing loudly in Joe’s limo as him and his mom were on their way to a hall for her surprise birthday party. His mom Patricia currently thought her and her son were just going for a nice dinner. Little did she know.

Arriving he got out the car before going to his moms side Helping her out, leading her to the building.

Making his mother walk first she was about to question why it was so dark but was startled when the lights turned on. "Supriseeeee!" Her eyes watered seeing all her loved ones.

"I knew you had something planned you sneaky bastard, you were acting so weird" she said smacking her sons arm before pulling him into a hug. "You know i suck at keeping secrets. Happy birthday mom I love you" giving her a kiss on the cheek he let her go so she could greet everyone else.

It’s been 40 minutes into the party and Joe was laughing it up with Josh , Jon and Trinity. "Hey Uce I was gonna ask did you invite sis?" Jon asked making it go kinda quiet between the four of them. "Uh yeah I sent her an invite but she never got back to me back or anything. So I don’t think she’s coming" he drank all the whiskey in his cup not caring that his throat burned.

"I’m gonna go grab another drink, I’ll be back" he announced walking away as it was still kinda awkward. "Jon what the heck. Why did u ask that look now he’s upset" Trinity said smacking Jon slightly as he took a sip of his drink giving his wife a side eye.

Joe sat at the bar staring at his phone. He was reading their old messages. God did he miss her. If maybe he just tried harder to fight for her. Make more time for her. They would be married by now. but no now he was here thinking about the day his fiancé left him.

"Morning boo boo" Destiny said playfully walking to Joe who was in their kitchen drinking coffee. "Morning baby I made your coffee" leaning down he kissed her before pulling away.

She jumped up sitting on the counter before grabbing her coffee, Joe quickly going to stand in between her legs making her giggle.

"You ready for today" she smiled up at him as he held a confused face "What’s today?" Her smile quickly turned into a frown "we’re going cake testing…for our wedding cake" Destiny spoke with a "duh tone"

Joe drank the last bit of his coffee, putting it in the sink "Oh right I completely forgot. Yeah today won’t work out we’re gonna have to reschedule"

"The fuck you mean reschedule. I’m not rescheduling a cake testing for the fourth time Joe" jumping off the counter she dumped the rest of her coffee, not wanting to drink it anymore.

"Well your gonna have to cause I can’t even go" crossing his arms he leaned his back against the counter staring at his fiancé"

She shook her head in disbelief chuckling under her breath "Seems like you can’t go to anything, unless it involves your fucking work"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh you heard me nigga. Excuse me my ass" walking upstairs Joe followed her. "No I wanna know what you mean by that. Destiny your being so fucking dramatic right now"

Halting she turned around "Joe you haven’t been involved of any of the wedding planning. I’ve done everything so far. Everytime we have to go see our wedding planner I always end up going alone. It’s not my wedding Joe. It’s our wedding. Picking out the floweres, the venue, the setting gosh everything! I did alone. So I’m sorry if I’m being dramatic cause I want my fucking soon to be husband there for at least one thing"

"Okay okay I’ll be there baby just calm down. Okay" pecking her lips her wrapped his arms around her making her lean into his chest, his chin resting on top of her head.

"Okay I do quickly have to meet up with hunter. But I promise you it’ll be quick just send me the address and I’ll be there" pecking her lips again making her pout.

"You promise?" Nodding his head he gave her another kiss before leaving.

Joe was 1 hour into the meeting and there was still so much to go over. He cringed as he typed up a message to send to Destiny telling her he couldn’t make it to the cake testing.

It’s been 4 hours since he texted Des that he couldn’t make it but she never called or texted back. He tried calling her when he was driving home but she never answered so he decided to wait till he got to their house.

Opening the front door he noticed all the lights were off and the eerie silence. Usually Destiny’s music was playing or something but nothing, just silence. "Destiny. Baby where are you?" Going past the kitchen he noticed her ring there along with a note.

"No No no no no, please tell me I’m fucking dreaming . Please god" his eyes burned with tears as he slowly picked up the note.

Dear Joe,

I tried I really did, but you didn’t at that was the problem. I want to be with you, I want to marry you, I want to have children with you, but how can we do that when your always leaving me in the dust? How are you ready for marriage when you can barley be a fiancé? I’ve known you for 15 years, dated you for 10 and been your fiancé for 2. I guess that’s ending now. I love you Joe always have and always will and I wish things would have gone differently

- love Destiny

He didn’t even realize that he was crying until a few tears hit the paper. Quickly digging into his phone he called her number but it went straight into voicemail.

Joe snapped into reality when he felt someone shaking his shoulder. Looking up he saw his cousin Dwayne who gave him a sad smile before sitting next to him.

"Hey man you okay?" Nodding his head Joe took another sip of his drink. "I don’t know man… I ju- I just miss her I wish she was here right now. She should be here right now. Her and my mom were so close too" Sighing he took another gulp of his drink.

Dwayne opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by hearing Patricia screaming joyfully. Both men looked over seeing her run over to Destiny who just walked in holding a gift bag with a big smile on her face as she hugged Joe’s mom.

He quickly stood up as his body was in shock. Destiny was here right now In the same room as him. After not seeing her for 2 months. She looked good a little too good. "Gah Damn" looking to his left he saw Dwayne staring at her biting his lip.

I mean he couldn’t blame him Destiny looked gorgeous he loved the blonde hair on her. "Aye you need to chill out biting your damn lip so hard it’s about to bleed.

Dwayne released his lip before looking at his cousin. "Hey my bad man, but you deny that your fian- I mean ex fiancé looks damn good" turning his head back to him Joe glared at Dwayne.

"You know I think ima ju-"

"Yeah go. Please go"

Dwayne left as joes focus went back to Destiny who was now talking to Trinity, Josh and Jon. Needing the liquid courage Joe tossed back the rest of his drink before walking over to them.

Destiny’s smile slowly faded when she saw him walk towards them as everyone else at the table went quiet just looking between the two. The tension was so thick you could’ve cut it with a knife.

The two were just staring at each other before Des smiled at him speaking up. "Heyyy Joe, how are you buddy!?" Everyone around the table visibly cringed including herself.

Joe put on the same smile matching her energy "I’m doing greatttt how are you, sister!?" His smiled quickly faded as his face went blank again. Josh let out a small laugh making everyone look at him as he tried to cover it with a cough.

"Don’t be like that Joe" Destiny said drinking some of her wine. "Be like what? It’s not like I’m seeing my fiancé for the first time in 2 months after she left me right?"

"Ex fiancé" she corrected making his jaw tick. No way she really just did that he thought. "That’s how you really gonna act. After seeing me for the first time in 2 months, your gonna act all nonchalant Des. Really?"

Destiny gulped seeing his eyes full with hurt. She was also hurt, but she tried to cover it up the best she could. "What do you want me to say Joe?"

"I want you to talk to me on why you just left m-" he was cut off by the DJ before he could finish what he was saying making him groan in annoyance.

"Can everyone please make their way to the main floor so we can sing mama here a happy birthdayyyyy"

Destiny quickly walked away as Joe slowly walked his way to the floor. "Hey man it’s okay you guys need to go talk alone after" Josh said squeezing his cousins shoulder.

"She can barley look at me. I understand she’s upset but I feel like we need to have a real conversation"

"And y’all will"

Everyone gathered around Patrica and sang happy birthday before she blew out the candles as sounds of claps and cheers filled the air.

Destiny threw her head back laughing dancing a little as Trinity and Savelina (Aka Nia Jax) were having a dance off, Temperature by Sean Paul blaring through the speakers.

A few songs later a familiar beat hit Destiny’s ears as she immediately recognized the beat of her and Joe's favourite song My heart belongs to U by Jodeci.

She felt a hand at the small of her back, turning around she saw him standing there with him palm out requesting a dance. "Can i please have a dance with you"

Destiny was gonna say no but was to weak to as she was feeling too many emotions hit her. Putting her hand in Joe's as he led her to the middle of the dance floor where some other couples were dancing.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as she did the same wrapping hers around his broad shoulders as. Destiny looked up seeing Joe‘s eyes already on her as they swayed back n forth to the music.

You can have my love

You're the girl of my life

Am I all you're dreamin' of

Yes, you're my desire

They continued looking into each other’s the lyrics of the song hitting them harder than ever as all of their memories together were rushing through their heads.

Their conversations before bed, them cooking together, the family cookouts, the sex. Their Love. Just everything was hitting them.

Whatever you want

Whatever you need

My heart belongs to you

Feeling overwhelmed she stepped back before walking away ignoring Joe calling her name as she wiped her tears. "Destiny"

She continued walking seeing a door that led to a balcony. Opening it she stepped out letting the cool air slap her in the face.

Putting her hands on the railing she looked into the view as she heard the door open and shut behind here. "Destiny" his deep stern voice hit hear ears making her turn around.

"Please baby just let me talk you don’t have to say anything. Just listen" walking up to her he grabbed her hands placing a kiss on them as her lip quivered, eyes burning from the tears she was holding.

"I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry, I should’ve put more focus into our relationship, I let work take all my time that I pushed back all of our own personal time to the side, and I’m sorry for that. I understand now how my choices affected you and our wedding plans. I was so focused on my work that I neglected the most important part of my life—you. I took for granted the love we shared and the commitment we made to one another. I can’t express enough how sorry I am for not putting you first. Destiny, I want you to know that I still love you deeply. Every day without you has felt incomplete, and I’ve come to understand just how lost I am without you by my side. I want to make things right. I want to show you that I can be the partner you deserve, one who prioritizes our love over anything else. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me and allow me to take this chance to win you back. You mean everything to me, and I would do anything to have you in my life again. I love you so much baby and my heart always has and always will belong to you.

Destiny let out the sob that was trapped in her throat taking in everything that he just said. She took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "Joe, I appreciate your apology and I know it took a lot to admit where you were wrong, and I can see you truly mean it and care." She paused for a moment thinking about how she felt for those two months without him. "I miss you so so much and my love for you never left. I know work can take over sometimes, and I understand we all make mistakes. I forgive you and I want to give us another chance.

Nodding his head he smiled at her he put his hands on her hips pulling her into him. "I promise to do better" leaning his forehead against hers.

"I love you Destiny" he whispered. A smile broke across her face "I love you too, Joseph"

Closing the distance between them their lips met in a passionate kiss. The kiss was filled with love, forgiveness and hope.

Pulling apart they both had big smiles on their faces making them both let out a laugh. "Oh before I forget" digging in his pocket he pulled out Destiny’s engagement ring slipping it on her finger.

"Why is it in your pocket? He lightly scratched the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I took your ring with me everywhere cause it brought me some kind of comfort"

"Awww baby you missed me that much" she teased pecking his lips as he tried to hold back his smile. "Yeah yeah whatever, let’s go back inside" he spoke giving her another long kiss.

That was a little different from how I usually write so I hope you still enjoy it. Sorry if there is any errors

Should I do a part two with smut i lowkey think they need some nasty makeup sex ngl.

Let me know

[questionablecuttlefish]

Bi Rep in the New Canon

So....worth pointing out.

Riot has stated that a League champion's sexuality is an inherent part of their character that doesn't change across different skinlines and AUs.

So, given SG Jinx has lines like "Lux makes even boring beautiful", the extremely sapphic Burning Bright video, the album cover, all of suqling's 'totally-not-canon-you-guys' SG comics, etc, we know she likes girls. Specifically Lux.

Lux seems interested in Ezreal in Battle Academia, Star Guardian (bleh) and the V-day skins, mostly ignores him in other skinlines and completely dismisses or doesn't even know him in the main one, and blushes at Sylas in one panel of the Lux comic before that crush comes crashing down permanently, so we know she does like guys. Even if it comes down to 'one het blush per AU'.

Lux is very affectionate with Jinx in Valoran Town, considers her to be her 'best and only friend' just like in Star Guardian, and is depicted in a few promo arts for both the show and for Wild Rift touching Jinx, hand on her waist, Jinx lying head on her lap or cuddling up to her and stealing cookies. They're hecking cute in the Wild Rift trailer and the Chinese New Year follow up too, just saying.

Ekko and Ezreal are dating in the Pulsefire universe. Just read the short story, and if that's not enough for you, the writer outright said after they left riot their intention was for them to be a couple in that universe. So they have the strongest 'bi-canon' going for them.

What I'm saying is that Jinx, Lux, Ekko and Ezreal are all canonically bisexual.

And the best way the Arcane canon could prove this is by, IDK, having Jinx fly to Demacia and kiss a light mage.

And Ekko maybe kiss a cute-but-annoying Piltie explorer.

Arcane gave us CaitVi, JayVik (sorry Christian I don't believe you buddy) AU timebomb, let's get Lightcannon and Ezko 😌🙏 complete the collection.

I don't make the rules.

[eleteo125]

"Be Mine or You Will Burn"

Rollo x GN!Reader

AN: Me and my friend are Rollo fans and they've inspired me to write this idea out 🤣

You were simply just walking around admiring the scenery of Noble Bell where you went back to the cathedral to appreciate the artistry of the stain glass. Each panel depicting how Judge Claude Frollo and his accomplishments.

Rollo, the school’s student council president has welcomed the NRC students by giving them a tour but his obvious disdain for magic users made it clear that he was rushing to get the tour done as fast as possible to get away from them. Heck you would even bet that the only reason he was able to get through the whole tour was because he only set his attention towards you barely minding the other guests. He sometimes casts a watchful eye on them but other than that he doesn’t particularly engage with them compared to you.

With those signs in display, everyone from NRC has come to the conclusion that them being invited here has an ulterior motive to it. Briefly shaking those thoughts from your mind, you admired the lights coming through the different colored windows surrounding you in a colorful halo.

My what a beautiful sight indeed.

Magic wielder or not, you’re still a student from NRC so of course Rollo has kept a close eye on you when freely strolling around the school. But he can’t help the fact that you’re devoid of any magic at all has him deeply fascinated. And to think to mingle around those…ahem.

Do not be fooled he’s only keeping watch of you because he can tell that everyone from NRC are quite attached to you especially that dragon fae. What better way to keep them in check when he has you close and in his clutches.

Walking towards you he silently stood in behind you. He held in a small chuckle as he saw you’re awestruck face looking at the beautiful work of art. “Impressed?”

Jumping a little bit in surprise, you quickly looked behind to see him “O-oh! Yes, I haven’t seen a stained glass window in person before, just through pictures.” You confessed

“Hmph of course such beauty is painstakingly crafted by hand of course you won’t see a lot of it. Craftsmanship that took people’s skill and talent with no assistance from cheap tricks everyone reveres.” He spits

“Magic?”

Rollo stayed silent at your question.

You decide to let go of the subject with his sudden silence. Instead you walked closer to the window to admire the small details. It was such detailed you can’t even imagine how long it would take to finish such a large piece.

Too lost in thought, you started to reach your hand out to the window but you’re once again surprised when you felt a strong grip around your wrist.

You were about to apologize but instead freeze up when you felt him step closer behind you. You tried to step forward to get some distance since you’re starting to get flustered at our position but realized that you don’t have much space to move in since you’re very close to the window.

“I’m sorry but those were just cleaned by the careful hands of our cleaners hands off please.” He whispered in your ear.

You shuddered at his closeness and the sensation of him speaking carefully so close to your ear. “I-I understand.” You stuttered while unconsciously leaning into his ‘embrace’.

He seems to have lost himself also since he buried his nose in your hair while his other hand rubbed your free arm.

You two stayed like that for who knows how long just basking in each other’s contact. “Why not transfer here, I can tell how ‘generous’ the headmaster is in your current school.”

“I can’t” you managed to mumble out after almost melting at the close soud of his voice yet again.

“You’re surrounding yourself with magic that is as deadly as fire.”

You leaned closer “Fire can be useful too.” You whispered

You felt his sigh in your ear and your knees almost gave up but he held you up when he sensed you were about to fall.

“Consider it.” He kissed behind your ear “Be mine or you will burn.

He carefully let you go after making sure you won’t collapse to your knees before walking put and leaving you under colorful light.

[creativewritersposts]

"I am not!" - Lando Norris

summary; Lando Norris x f! reader

It's the first time Lando gets jealous, his dramatic moves can be very entertaining

warning(s); none, maybe grammar errors

author's note; requested. It was an honor to write it!

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"hello, can you tell me where the hotel is?", a tall good looking man stands in front of you. He's taller than Lando. "Of course", you smirk, typical tourists. "thank you, your boyfriend looks familiar", the man stares at Lando. "He's famous ", you giggle, "formula one racer". The man laughs with you, "Lando Norris? Lucky girl", his shoulder flirts with yours. You can see Lando in the background, he hides that he's looking at you.

"We're in hurry, sorry. Have fun!", you wink at him and walk back to Lando. He looks up from his phone, sunglasses on. "hey love", you kiss his lips quickly and twist your hands together. Usually Lando would mock you for this nickname, but now he just nods. "I love you", you tell him whilst walking through the park. "until you have his number", his british accent gets sarcastic. "Are you jealous because I talked to a tourist?", you laugh out. Lando touches his forearm, straight poker face. "I am not jealous", he shakes his head, until he sees your smirk, "I am not!", he gets a dramatic move. "sure, you're not", you giggle. "Why would I? I'm a millionaire and I please you in every single way", he talks in a bittersweet voice. "mh", you mumble. "What the heck means mh?", Lando stops your weekly walk, completely outraged. It's just hilarious, like donald duck.

"Nothing ", you grin at him. He huffs, it's making him jealous. Of course he is. You know all bad sides about him. He loves you and doesn't want to lose this relationship.

"Are you telling me, I'm not the best boyfriend ever?", lando's voice gets higher and higher. "this man could be the one, too", you laugh tears. He should know you're just teasing.

"I can't live like that!", he is pissed and stops holding hands, walking back to this guy. "Lando -", you run after him. "Lando!-", you yell even more, your lungs are burning. You didn't know Lando is this athletic. "Land-", you finally grabbing his arm, but too late. The unknown man looks down to Lando, "hi man!". Lando's face looks not friendly. "stop flirting with my girlfriend!", he points at him. The unknown man looks confused, "what do you mean?", "stop flirting with her or I'll run over you with my car!", he growls. "dude you have serious problems. I'm taken, my wife is on toilet". Lando breathes out, "oh okay. Have a nice day mate", touching your shoulders with him to turn around. After a minute walking without any word, you can't hold back anymore. "Lando you're jealous!", you laugh so loud, the neighbors will hear you, for sure.

"Shut up", he is embarrassed. You hug him tight, "I only love you".

"I hope so, because I'm the best boyfriend ever"